I do not own any of the characters from the Twilight series.

I however do own Emo, Teer, and other various characters that will be added in this story.

I also forgot how old Edward was so he is 18 in this story.


LATER!!!

I walked down the dark quiet streets, my eyes staying in one area, afraid to look behind me. I could here the soft footsteps behind me of my shadow; I gripped my keys and the handle to my shopping bags tighter, my car was right ahead. If I made a break for it, maybe I could get away.

That is silly. My small voice in my head argued, I had been walking for a while and still had not lost them.

If I thought about it then I would loose my nerve.

Better not think about it then.

Dropping my shopping bags, I ran towards the car and tried to unlock the door.

Fear was a part of my every being, sweat ran down by back as the time seemed to slow, my keys fell from my nervous hands and I heard them cling on the ground.

There was a soft whispering of air behind me and suddenly cold arms encircled me, they where hard as stone and I fought against the tight grip.

"You know," a soft voice said next to my ear. "You are a hard girl to track, but it was worth the hunt."

"I don't know what you mean!" I shouted, panicking.

Lips touched the back of my neck and I shivered as they ran across my skin, the breathing became heavier, and deeper.

"Oh, but somewhere in your pretty little head you do." The voice said, it was like velvet, so soft but cold at the same time.

There was a smile on the lips, I could tell, and it scared me greatly.

"Please let me go."

The lips moved back to my neck and stayed there, they where so cold I shivered again making who ever held me chuckle, I could feel his 'area' and it was as hard as could be. Tears slowly came to my eyes and I knew right then I was going to die, murdered by the creep who was turned on by my fear.

Maybe I would find my brother and my mother after I died.

After their dead I had gone to ice, my hands where always cold, but I never cried in public, scars covered my wrists and ankles from my deep depression, only lately had I woken up from it and to be met with what, the fate of dying when I was awake? Life was unfair.

"No, I won't let you go." The lips moved against my skin, making me shutter. "You are to rare of a catch."

"I don't know what you mean by that." Now my voice was only a whisper, fearful.

There was a soft chuckle and one arm released me, I thought he was going to drop me, and I tensed but I never fell, I was still in the air held by the man, with one arm.

The other slowly reached around to trace my side.

"The things I could do with you." The voice said, making me shudder. "I could…." Suddenly there was a growl, and the man spun around, still gripping me in his arms.

"I don't…" The voice was scared.

All I could see in front of me was a large scruffy looking dog, snarling at me. I shrunk backwards only to find myself impacting the ground.

The man vanished and the dog followed.

The dog I came later to call Teer, my best friend.

The man I never saw again.