Chapter 1: Change

Copyright Disclaimer: These characters belong to Stephanie Meyer and the concept of Souls was also created by Stephanie Meyer. I have simply created the plot line. Should I update every Sunday or every Thursday and Sunay?

Change is to go into another direction of a path of what one had initially chosen. Every year, something happens and people change courses. Sometimes people change the course of their hearts, the course of their lives or the course of what they had previously liked.

The change that was coming to the planet of the Earth was the one that would change the course of the history, only the ironic thing was that no human would really remember if there was a history.

Right now, Melanie Stryder was in her room, typing her views on the literary masterpiece, Wuthering Heights. Melanie had only read till the part where she dies. Somehow, the end of Catherine was so heartbreaking, at least to her, that she felt as if it was the end of the story. She knew she had another volume of the book ahead of her but right now, she was pondering Heathcliff and Edgar and Catherine's lives together. (Wuthering Heights has nothing to do with this story, this is not Eclipse haha :P)

Suddenly her phone lighted up. It was a text from Ian.

What is with these silver-eyed trends?

Melanie frowned. She prayed that the people in US had not started adopting it too. News reports showed that three hundred people in Australia had silver eyed contacts in four days and the number increased by ten to fifteen people a day.

Please don't tell me you saw someone in Chicago getting those. Melanie texted.

I did. Ian replied.

Melanie rolled her eyes. Did people actually think that they looked hot or sexy or whatever? Sure, she could understand women but men? They looked like creeps.

Well, it was their life.

I am never getting silver eyes. She told him.

Same, He texted back almost instantly.

Melanie yawned. She was felt so drowsy and so bored. Like, bored. Yeah, the literature assignment was interesting but she just wanted to have someone she could use sarcasm with and just slap across the face. Yes, whenever she was bored, she just wanted to slap someone.

Ian, do you mind if I come over? I'm bored.

Sure

Be there in five. Ian's house was just next door with to hers.

She paced out of her room and knocked on her Mom's.

"Come in." Cindy's soft voice said.

Melanie pushed the door and grinning, she entered her Mom's room. There was a smile already on her Mom's face and her eyes shone with maternal love for her only daughter. Melanie sat on her parents' bed beside her mother. Cindy put her arm around her daughter's shoulders.

"Mom, can I go to Ian's place?" Mel asked timidly, smiling.

"Have you done your Literature assignment? And your homework?"

Mel nodded, even though she had to read Wuthering Heights fully yet.

"Okay, baby, you can go." Her mom kissed her forehead.

Melanie had a strong and close relationship with her mother. Even though she was seventeen, she still slept with her mother sometimes and then Cindy would kiss her forehead before climbing out of the bed. Being with her mother felt like being in heaven. Theirs was a kind of relationship that every mother and daughter envied in this era where parents' views on a child's actions were irrelevant.

"Don't be too long, though." Her Mom said as Melanie pulled away and climbed out of her bed.

She nodded. "Bye, Mom."

"Bye, Honey."

She was walking to the house next door but her eyes fell to a scene that no one was really paying attention to.

A man was carrying an unconscious, pink-haired woman to somewhere. The black car with the open door must be his. Melanie squinted. The girl looked a bit familiar…

Sharon. Sharon, her cousin.

Rage swept through Melanie, adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

"Sharon!" She screamed. She ran across the streets as the cars honked at her but she didn't care. All that mattered was Sharon. Sharon was there and she was being kidnapped by a freaks. And for the thousandth time she thanked her lucky stars that she was one of the fastest runners in the world.

She held her hands up in the empty air as if she was going to embrace someone but instead she pushed the man's chest as hard as she could. Sharon fell to the footpath with a thump. Melanie bent down, rubbing Sharon's knuckles.

"What the hell?!" She shrieked at the man who was gaping at her.

"Sharie? " Melanie rubbed circles on the back of her hand. She cursed and her eyes fell to the man.

Thank goodness she had looked because the man was about to press a cloth to her mouth. Instinctively she swerved out of the way and then kicked him in the crotch.

"Ah!" He shouted.

Serves you right, you jack-ass. She shouted profanities at the man in her head. "That is my damn cousin you were about to kidnap, you silver contact freak!"

He flinched. "Sorry." He whispered.

Melanie scoffed. "Where were you taking her, huh? Where the hell were you taking her?!" She bent to her knees again, grabbing his throat.

He choked, his eyes wide with terror and Melanie realized just how tight her grip was. She let go of him. "Where were you taking her?" She whispered softly but her voice seeming even more dangerous.

He shook his head, trembling. "Nowhere!"

Melanie hit him hard, the back of her hand against his cheekbones. He groaned. "Tell me!"

"P-p-please, let me go!"

She slapped him. "You think that you can kidnap my cousin and then expect me to leave you alone without any answer?!" She screamed.

Suddenly, she felt someone snake their arm around her waist and pull her up. She growled. How many partners did this man have? She jerked her arm backwards, hitting whoever it was in the chest.

"Ah!"

His voice was familiar. She turned around. "Ian?" Shock was evident in her voice.

"You finally recognized!" He mocked, clutching his chest. An apologetic look crossed her face.

Sharon. She twisted her torso and spat at the middle-aged man. He flinched, tears rolling down his cheeks. Hysteria took over him.

What the hell? Sharon was the one lying on the pathway, who had almost gotten kidnapped or even raped but this man was crying? Wasn't he lucky that Melanie hadn't called the police and had taken revenge herself?

"Stop crying!" She growled, the sound emanating from her chest, her eyes throwing daggers at him.

She turned towards Ian who was now on his feet. "Ian, would you carry Sharon?" Melanie said, her voice soft and pleading.

He pulled his eyebrows together, bewildered.

Melanie waved him off. "I'll explain it later."

Ian made his way to where Sharon was laying down, unconscious and scooped her in his arms, her head hanging behind his shoulders, legs pressed to Ian's.

"Let's go to your apartment?"

Ian nodded.

A/N: This fanfiction is not like The Host. No one gets captured and there is no hideout. Jared and Jamie and Wanderer will be introduced in future chapters, in a different way. They are on the run and they don't have a hideout. This story is very different from the Host.

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