2. First Encounters

"…two weeks Phil. TWO week!… Oh what will I do? What if she heart? ..." sob sob "she can't be..she can't be..dea…" and she started to wail. She had been like that for a week now since I first diapered.

"It's ok we'll find her I promise" Phil assured her. And it might have been just me with my new ability to hear perfectly from miles away, but he didn't sound sure at all. She sobbed again.

It had been a 11 days since I crawled in this sewer to hide, to hide from light, to hide from people, to hide from what I've become. Maybe I was even hiding from the monster that hade attacked me. Would he come back? Why didn't he kill me? This quicker brain was more like torture. I could wonder about all the possibilities all at once. It terrified me. I could also always think of what I had done to that little boy. I was a monster. It wasn't safe to be around my mom and Phil. But what would happen if I didn't come home? Could I ever go home? Would it ever be safe? Would I hurt them? Always thinking. I hate what I am, I'm not safe. I miss the sun.

I was getting weak. I could feel it. I had been trying to starve myself, but I could feel the burning getting worst and I could feel my self-control slipping. I didn't want to harm anyone, but I didn't know how long I could last. I decided I would try to end it.

When I slipped out of my whole it wad dark it was the dead of night but their were still plenty of people passing buy, and for the first time. Forks was looking like a paradise. I couldn't afford to walk calmly among people, trying to hide the fact that I was a monster, I was too hungry and after a week in dumpsters and sewers I smelled like the monster I was. So I ran. It felt liberating, I knew I was stronger and faster, but this. This was amazing. I ran so fast that the people on the street hardly had time to feel a breeze before I was blocks away. But I could still make out the details of every thing. I could read the newspaper in the hands of a man walking to the subway, the signs as I passed them, and I could see individual dust particles in the air twirling around me as I moved though them like water. I felt like I had been blind.

I ran north-east until I hit the mountains. I instinctively know what direction I was going, as if I needed another advantage over my pray, I certainly was an unstoppable killing machine. That's why I needed to end it, I was unstoppable. If I lost control someone would die, I would loss myself. But I couldn't do it in the city, not were there could be people. Not were there could be temptation, so I decided I would run to the mountains and try to jump from the tallest peek I could find out of the sight of others.

I found it, a nice and tall isolated peek, that even when I jumped my body wouldn't be found down below for a long time. The view was breath taking from up here, a perfect place to say my farewell to the world. It was amazing all the majesty it held, the wind blow hard up here but it didn't bother me, I was more like this mountain than any living thing. I could see were the molecules in the air started to thin, I could hear the calls of wiled birds for miles, and the sun was starting to rise. I doubted any human could see it, but I could. This would be my one last glimpse of the sun. I let the soft golden rays engulf me. I was home, I was me, and I would do the right thing. I would do whatever I could to die as myself and not some monster like him, I could not live like that. Renee would miss me and I knew it would be hard for her. But she had Phil and they could finally start their new life together.

I jumped. I was surprised by how slow I seemed to be falling, I had expected an almost immediate end without time to think on the way down but I failed to take into account the fact that I was no longer human. Compared to the speed that I had run here, I felt more like I was drifting. And I had time to think. Of course I do I thought to myself I have a scary monster brain now. I was scared. Even as I knew I wouldn't try to save myself, I was scared. And I thought of something that had never passed through my mined since I had changed. Would I go to hell? That's were monsters went, right? I didn't know. It didn't matter, were ever I went it would be for the best that I wasn't here.

I hit the cliff, and then I fell down a sloop as boulders followed. This would be it wouldn't it? No one could survive this, could they? But then why didn't it hurt? I hit the ground at terminal velocity. It hurt, but not like it should. The boulders hit me and I barley noticed. The fall had barley fazed me.

I laid there for what seemed like forever, laying as still as the stones around me. I let myself lose track of time. I didn't need it nor did I want it. I wanted to die. but my mind keep working despite my best efforts. Asking me the same questions over and over. Why? What would I have to do? I couldn't live with myself like this, not if I had I kill someone just to survive, I wasn't worth it. My self-control was close to braking. I was so thirsty; the burning at the back of my throat was blazing. I been laying there for what seemed like years, but somehow I know was more like a month. Watching the sun rise and set; ignoring the rain. I Tried to blend in with the stone, that I so much resembled, and cease to exist.

I could smell the life around me, but they were always a distance away from me. As I laid there I realized that they seemed to avoid me. They somehow knew I was dangerous. It reminded me of the night at the bus, the looks of the others at the bus stop made since now. I was the only one that could not feel that danger from him. I was missing some kind of basic human instinct that that told you to run, and now I wasn't human at all, I was a monster like him.

A crack echoed from a few hundred yards away. Something was slowly moving closer. It came closer, now only 100 yards away, closer than any other living thing had dared to come. It didn't smell like an animal, it didn't even smell like a human. This smelt sweet but not too sweet, it smelt heavenly. Whatever it was, it was behind me

I heard a gasp from the direction of the heavenly smell. Maybe it was the angle of death final coming to take me, but I couldn't gather the energy to turn my head in the direction of my angle. I just laid there waiting for him to take me, heaven or hell it meant no differences to me as long as I wasn't going to be able to hurt the people around me.

I felt a breeze and suddenly my angle was standing in front of me. He was well built but not too balky, with untidy bronze-colored hair, and boyish features. He was so beautiful —even better than the monster that had turned me. Even with his face contorted in pain and worry he was the most handsome man that I had ever laid eyes on.

My angle started to move me into his embrace and I thought I was going to heaven. I could no longer feel the ground under me, it felt like I was floating.

"Please tell me what's wrong, you have to be alright." he begged in a voice like velvet. The pain on his face made no sense to me.

It felt so wrong to see an angle to wear such an expressions of pain and worry. It felt so wrong to hear his velvet voice beg. "It… It didn't work. It didn't work. I'm a monster" I sobbed without tears. I had tried to answer his question, though I wasn't sure he could hear me at the end. I just wanted to answer any question he had. I would do anything he asked. I hated to see pain sketched in his features. An angle should always smile.

Though my haze I could smell something else. An animal like scent running in our direction. It smelled nice, and not in an eatable way—more like a perfume.

As they approached from behind my bronze haired angle, They stepped out of the shadows allowing me to make out their diamond skin.

My vision was blearing and I had used all of my strength to answer the angles question. My eye lids were rapidly becoming too heavy to keep open, the last glimpse I had was of the two figures emerging from the trees.

"Edward she needs blood Now!" a wind chime voice commanded.

I felt a twinge of fear when she said blood. I didn't want blood. I didn't want someone to die for me to have that blood, I just wasn't worth it. It was wrong. I feared that I would lose my resolve and turn on the ones I loved.

"It's alright, I would never let anyone hurt you" assured a velvet voice. I instinctively relaxed, for some reason I trusted him totally.

Suddenly something Warm and soft was preset to my mouth. I didn't really care what it was. It was too much, I couldn't control myself. The smell of the blood running down my lips ruined my resolve and I bit into the warm carcass with all the strength I could muster. I instantly felt myself become more aware.

"Edward, I think we should take her to Carlisle, I don't think that will be enough for her, she vary weak." said the wind chime voice.

"She could be dangerous" the other male cautioned, which earned him a growl from my angle—Edward.

The haze was lightening up nut I still couldn't gather enough strength to move much, I could however open my eyes enough to see Three Vampires hovering over me. And I couldn't help the felling of panic that sweep though me.

One was a short pixie like girl. She was extremely thin with small features. Her hair was a deep black, chopped short and pointed in every direction. The other was a male. He was tall lean, but still muscular, honey blond hair, and terrifying crescent scares all over his body that caused my entire body stiffen and my mind to scream for me to run-- this being was dangerous.

An unnatural wave of calm engulfed at me, and I used it to calm myself. Edward posture relaxed slightly as I opened my eyes to narrow cracks. I was aware that we had started to run, and that I was in Edwards arms. I felt safe once I realized that he had me, so I relaxed into his arms and waited for us to arrive were ever he was taking me.

We ran north-west. The forest started to have an frmiler feel, like the ones I use to visit when I was a kid spending the summer with Charlie, my father. I couldn't see them clearer because I was still in a semi-haze state; despite that I still couldn't help but to think that it was all so beautiful.

I really never liked to play in the forest so I never went vary deep into them. I was too clumsy and would only end up having to be carried out because of a sprained ankle or, once even broke leg I got trying to climb a tree.

I never really liked spending my summers in Forks it was to rainy and cloudy and I was always forced to play with the kids of Charlie's fishing buddy from the near by reservation—I think his last name was Black. I remember his daughter—she was just as shy as I was so we never made much progress as friends. She also had a Brother who I remember being a lot more talkative and outgoing, defiantly not shy. He was always nice to me. We use to make mud pies together. I had decided to go back to live in Forks so my mom could travel with Phil but that seemed to be lifetimes ago.

We hadn't been running long but the sun was going down and the climate of sunny phoenix had faded into a rainy cloudy sky. Edward seemed to slow down. I was huddled pretty close to him, somehow being close to him made me calmer—happy.

We had to be some were in Washington, maybe somewhere close to Forks or maybe…we were in Forks. An instant after the thought came to me, I realized that I was correct, this was Forks. I was in Forks and Charlie was so close. I suddenly felt a strong sense of longing for something familiar, I wanted to see Charlie. I haven't seen him since we spent the summer together vacationing on the beaches of California.

Abruptly there was some thinning of the woods, and we were in a small meadow, or actually it was a lawn. The gloom of the forest didn't relent, though, for there were six primordial cedars that shaded an entire acre with their vast sweep of branches. The trees held their protecting shadows right up to the walls of the house that rose among them, making obsolete the deep porch that wrapped around the first story.

I don't know what I had expected, but it definitely wasn't this. The house was timeless, graceful, and probably a hundred years old. It was painted in a soft, faded white, three stories tall, rectangular, and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either part of the original structure or a perfect reconstruction. There were no other houses in sight. I could hear the river close by, hidden by the forest.

"I promise no harm will come to you" Edward promised, with weird emotions on his face.

I wanted to believe him. As much as I felt protected in his embrace I couldn't help but to feel my instincts tell me they were dangerous. I couldn't help that I was suspicious of them, especially the other male. But at the moment I didn't have enough energy to give it that much thought and I certainly didn't have enough to do anything about it. The little energy I had gained in the forest was started t fail me. I was in his hands now—both literally and figuratively, and I decided I would just close my eyes and let the cards fall as they may. My senses were dulling now anyway and I was becoming less and less aware of my surroundings. I finally fall back into my coma like state, I couldn't really make out anything, it was all more like a buzz around me.


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