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Chapter 9
Bellas POV:
It was Louise. What was she doing here? And where was Paul? He never let her out of his sight. She looked petrified. Probably because she knew who Iona was. She knew what Iona was. She knew she was going to die.
Ionas POV:
I set my teeth into the elks neck. Hm, Bella was right, it did taste better than it smelled, but only slightly. I was almost finished with the elk, the burning sensation in my throat was dulling. That's when I smelled it. It was heavenly. Sort of the way a bar of chocolate would smell to a human. Delicious. Mouth-watering. Irresistible. . . .
I was running. Why was I running? What was I running to? The scent. That was suddenly all that mattered. It was close. Very close, a few hundred meters only. I would be there in seconds.
I reached a break in the trees as the smell got more intense. And then I saw her. Louise. I inhaled the air wafting around her in the breeze. I licked the drops of blood that still remained from the elk off of my teeth. Louises pulse quickened as she looked into my deadly red irises. I started circling, looking for a way to attack her, when Bella ran through the trees.
"Iona. . . . Don't." She whispered, but I couldn't concentrate on her voice, the scent was too strong.
Then there was a massive wolf in front of me. At first I thought it was Seth, but it was too tall to be Seth.
Paul.
He came towards me, and nudged me backwards with his head and growled. But the scent was still over powering, taking control of my body. I went to run around the massive wolf but he blocked my way, his hackles rising more and more. He turned his head round, to face Louise, who was now shaking with fear. Fear of me. It gave me enough time, I ran swiftly past him, to Louise, knocking her to the ground. One of my pale hands covered her throat, pinning her to the ground. She tried to scream, but her voice was taken away by my strangling hold. Only half a second had passed from the time I had been standing, blocked by Paul. I traced my fingers over the veins in her neck, before hearing Bellas scream, telling me to stop. I so badly wanted to stop. Louise had been my best friend. Always there for me if I had needed help. And now I was killing her? But I couldn't stop. I couldn't make myself not want to kill her, to drink her mouth-watering blood. . . . .
Paul was growling too. Not so much angry now. More in defeat, as if he was crying for her. Louise was crying too. Large tears rolling from her eyes onto the soggy moss beneath us. I could tell she was suffocating, barely able to gasp for breathe, knowing that it was hopeless anyway. Giving up. . .
And then I stopped.
I just. . . . . stopped.
I let go of her throat, and stood up, and at the same time, Louise stood up and walked backwards. Bellas eyes widened with confusion, as did Louises and my own, and Paul stopped whimpering.
Just then, a tall figure emerged from the forest into the tiny clearing. She was wearing tight blue jeans and a waistcoat, and long black boots with ludicrously high heels. Her long, wavy brown hair was flowing free and it reached down to her waist. She raised one side of her mouth to smile smugly.
"Well, well, well. What have we here? A little fight?" Her voice was like liquid. And I realised instantly that she was immortal. Her eyes hovered over us until they reached Pauls immense figure. "Eugh, I thought I smelled a dog." She crinkled her face in disgust, before turning back to Bella. "I'm Heather," She smiled more sincerely this time. "And you are?"
"Bella." She answered, in a sure voice, as if it was forced. Heather turned her stare to me now, and motioned with her hand impatiently, waiting on an answer.
"I-Iona" I found that I was only able to tell her my name, not able to make conversation of any kind, or to ask her a question in return. It was as if I was a puppet, not able to talk for myself.
I realised that we were all standing rigidly upright, none of us moving at all. What was happening?
Heather closed her eyes for a few seconds, releasing us from her glare, before opening them slowly. Instantly, we all relaxed, no longer standing so rigidly and frozen. Louise fell to the ground, and began sobbing again, while Paul slouched off into the corner of the forest. I assumed he was phasing back to his human form, while Heather ran at vampire speed over to where I was standing.
"Hm. A newborn?" She stared at my face. "Surely only days old. . . ."
"Hours, actually." Bella answered for me, clearly intimidated by this unknown being.
"Hm. . . . ." She repeated.
"Who. ." I cleared my throat, "Who are you?" I asked, finding my voice eventually.
"I," She began "am Heather." She laughed absent-mindedly "Weren't you listening before?"
Bella spoke then, in a sharp voice. "Iona, go back to the house now. I will be there soon." I nodded, happy to have an excuse to leave. This Heather seemed threatening to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Paul – In human form now – Run toward where Louise was still lying on the ground. He picked her up and cradled her in his arms, telling her that it was going to be okay, and kissing her forehead reassuringly.
I backed away, before turning and running full speed back toward the house.
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