Chapter 7

Heaven is waiting

Age: Seventeen Years, Four Months

Fay is collecting water from the stream like she had done hundreds of other times, but this time is different, life changing, almost life ending. As she lifts the full wooden pail from the flowing water, she feels like she's being watched. Fay calls herself paranoid yet sits the pail at the water's edge and stands up straight, surveying her surroundings, and instantly spots him. A man standing like a statue on the other side of the water. He's tall, early thirties, with shiny dark skin, long black dreadlocks, slight facial hair, and muscular body revealed by his open shirt and tight-fitting jeans.

Fay blinks a few times, her jaw becoming slightly loose at the sight of the strange man that has appeared from nowhere. This couldn't be real, she thought. It isn't like it's impossible for a hiker to stumble across her out here. But this man is no hiker, he looks like he has just stepped out of a Mills and Boones book cover, and the longer she looks at him the more she thinks his eyes are red, a dark blood red.

Fay stares stunned at him for many more moments as he stands unmoving, watching her right back, and then he's gone, in less than the blink of an eye. She shakes her head, staring dumbly at the spot before her, trying to process whether that was real or just her mind playing tricks.

"Surely that, that couldn't have been…" shaken words slip from her lips but are cut off by an ice-cold hand tightly gripping around her neck.

The world around her spins as she looks up to see blood red eyes. Her mind is moving slower than ever, too shocked to work at any normal rate, not processing anything. He was… now he's… how'd he? Her head fills with unanswered questions. One thing she does know though is her lungs have started to burn for air. Fay's hands shakily rise to the man's hands, trying uselessly to pry his fingers from her neck, to absolutely no result.

"You my dear, smell divine," his voice is silvery, laced with an accent she can't quite place and something else that makes her stomach turn in a bad way. "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt… much," he smiles sinisterly, his teeth are pure white and finally, her mind catches up to what is happening. Red eyes, out of place clothes, far stronger and faster than any human, and as cold as ice… A vampire, or as Quileute's called them, Cold Ones. What a rightful name to such a cold monster, Fay thinks as the realisation that this man, this thing, is going to suck her dry like a juice box.

He moves his hands slightly to give him better access to her neck; the now bruising flesh and blood that lies beneath it. With the new position Fay can gasp a breath of chilling air that only makes her lungs burn more but allows her to speak.

"You blood sucking bastard." He looks the slightest bit taken aback, whether it is by her words or the lack of fear in her voice, she doesn't know, and they stand in silence for a long moment.

"You are… How do you know what I am?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. She is able to pull her lips up into a smile, whilst still struggling slightly for air. He hisses in annoyance, disgusting Fay a bit as his bitter breath blows straight into her face. He shakes his head before moving his face to her exposed neck, opening his mouth, ready to dig his teeth into her succulent looking flesh, his mouth is watering just by the smell of her. If the taste of her is half as good… As his teeth touch her flesh a deep growl comes from the trees behind them. His head snaps around to see a Black wolf the size of a horse, and two others slightly smaller, lighter coloured wolves beside it. They are something the vampire has only heard stories of, never seen or really believed in.

The wolves can see the fear in the Cold One's eyes. The black wolf takes a step closer, growling again, snapping its jaws loudly. The other two wolves, one a silvery grey and the other different shades of brown, both crouch slightly, getting into a ready to pounce stance. Everyone is unmoving for a long moment, looking for who would make the first move. Fay can see the Cold One needs a little push in the right direction so she tilts her head a little closer to his ear and whispers, "You should run."

He seems to agree with her. Not a second after the last word leaves Fay's lips he throws her left into the trees where she flies a clear ten meters before side swiping a tree and going rolling over the forest floor - all as the Cold One leaps over the water with wolves snapping at his heels. The grey wolf stumbles slightly, slipping into the water, but that's as far as they can go. Having to obey the treaty they can't cross the water. So that Cold One gets lucky today, as he flees away from them with a clear warning, the wolves bark and growl angrily.

#Sorry if you didn't like the way Fay acted this chapter, I reread this chapter to many times to count and she's started to sound a little to 'brave' I think is the word I'm looking for. But I just didn't think she would show such a monster fear like she tried not to with her father. Hope that made sense#

#QUESTION: How do you think Fay will react about being with people again? And how do you think people will react to finding out Fay is alive and well, after being gone for almost a year and a half?!#

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