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Amaranth

Summary:
No one told me that mythological creatures existed. No one told me that they would be such a major part of my life. If I could go back, would I choose to never have met any of them?


Notes:
it all belongs to stephenie meyer.


1. Chapter 1

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Chapter One -


It was late on a Tuesday night. Do not ask how I know it was a Tuesday; I just remember it. I remember everything from that night. Vividly. It was also the year I had first seen Scream. Eight months has passed since my sister, Susanna, had suddenly disappeared. I did not think of any of those things that night.


It was around nine-thirty and I had just finished showering. My parents were out with another couple and I was watching Gabriella, my younger sister. She was downstairs in the basement watching the third season of Gilmore Girls. I would join her with sodas and popcorn despite my diet after I finished drying my hair. I stepped into my my underwear and dropped the towel. A shrill wolf whistle sounded. I dropped to the floor and looked over my shoulder. The window was wide open and the blinds were not closed. Flushing bright crimson, I grabbed by nightgown and pulled it on. I looked down and rolled my eyes when I realized that it was a "sexy" thing. Lingerie, technically. I stormed over to the window and stuck my head out.


"Grow up!" I yelled before closing the curtains. Blinds just took too long.


Still annoyed, I dried soft red hair quickly. Despite the fact that I had over two feet of hair, it took me seven minutes to dry it. Miranda Lambert's Famous in a Small Town was playing. I sang out of tune with it why I rolled the hair dryer's cord. When as sensual male voice joined mine, the appliance fell from my grasp. I whipped around and came face to face with the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.


He was outrageously tall, like six' seven''. He had chocolate brown hair that was slightly but sexily curled with large black eyes. He was the color of milk but he was proportioned and hotly muscled. So basically, he was very very very very very very very very very very very very very handsome.


"Wh… who are you?" I breathed out, beyond terrified.


"Carson," he answered, his deep voice seemed to be caressing me. "And forgive me, Remembrance, for intruding on your privacy. Yet you are such an enticing creature… I could not resist."


He took a step closer to me. His blue jeans rustled, bringing me to my senses. "Leave," I hissed, "Or I'll call the police."


"I would be long gone before the police ever got here." Carson said with a smirk, "And you, my dear, would be with me."


My mouth dropped. Carson continued, unabashed. "I have been watching you for quite some time… years- longer than you ever would imagine. Far longer than you might deem appropriate. I have quite convinced myself that I am in love with you."


"I don't love you. I don't even know who you are." I countered.


Carson chuckled. Even it sounded sexy. He took another step and was suddenly right in front of me. His hand reached out as the breath in my body left me. His touch was icy could, probably because I was still over heated from the steaming shower. His hand was smooth. HIs touch was gentle at first and tentative, but he grew in his confidence and increased his pressure, pulling me closer.


Without warning, he pulled me foreword and kissed me right on the mouth. It all escalated out of control when I kissed him back. One hand cupped my face while another slid down my back, rubbing circles with his thumb. His pressure was far too hard and hurt, but I was too consumed with the pleasure he bestowed on me to complain. I moaned as his tongue- just as icy cold as the rest of his body- moved in figure eights around my mouth. Finally, I opened my mouth and our tongues became entangled in an intricate dance. I had never been kissed in such a way before- my only kisses being quick pecks on the lips, and it was better than anything I could have imagine. I had closed my eyes with bliss but quickly opened them when his hand th cupped my face trailed down my neck and found my erratic pulse. I


"This won't hurt at all," his whispered, his mouth moving down my cheek and neck.


"What ar-"


"Mem!" a familiar voice screamed, bursting into my room. My baby sister, Gabby, stood, clutching a dull child safe child safe kitchen knife. Her tear stained face was frozen in a mask of fear and my heart stopped.

"Gabby! Run!" I screamed. Not thinking, I pushed against air- Carson suddenly gone, and ran to her. Grabbing her wrist, I jerked hard, pulling her down the hallway with me. Adrenaline pulsed through my body. At the bottom of the stairs just before the door, I saw Carson waiting, his malignant black eyes glaring. I shoved Gabby past me into the kitchen. "The back door," I yelled to her, darting the opposite direction, hoping Carson would follow me instead of Gabby. His cold iron grip encircled my wrist. He pulled me close to him, our faces inches apart


"Hello again, my dear." His gazed softened, and he did not look so menacing.


I screamed. Carson gave me a comforting smile and I was momentarily reassured until I remembered that he was trying to kill me. "What do you want?"


"We must hurry. Those infernal police will be here in minutes."


Carson grabbed my hand. I struggled to pull it away. He was far too strong. "NO!" I yelled but he paid me no mind. With one last attempt, I stabbed his arm with the knight I had taken from Gabby.


And it had absolutely no effect. The knife bent side ways. The shock to my arm so bad that I dropped the knight and my bones shook.


"What the heck?" I asked.


“Freeze!" someone shrieked. My arms dropped down limply as Carson vanished once m ore. I sank to my knees and sobbed. Someone draped a blanket over my shoulders and helped me stand. My legs collapsed once more. Two arms scooped me up and carried me outside. An ambulance sat waiting. Only then did I see my rescuer's face. Brad, my cousin.


"Hey you," he grinned uncomfortably. Another officer, Brad's partner, Mike, carried a pale Gabby past me. I lost it. One tear escaped then another. And another. I sobbed on Brad's chest while he held me tightly. I did not see them put Gabby in another ambulance. I dried for a very very long time. Until eleven-thirty when my parents came home.


Momma ran up to me, paler than snow. She pulled me close to her but I just shrugged her away, numb. I did not want any one to touch me. Not for a long while.


"Honey, are you all right?" she asked me.


"I'm fine," I stonily answered, my face blank. I was exhausted and really wanted to sleep.


"What happened?" she asked Brad.


"Aunt Kathy, it would probably be better to discuss this elsewhere," Brad said with authority.


Momma pursed her thin lips as she followed Brad. Dad looked torn.


"Go," I whispered.


"You sure, kiddo?"


"Yeah. Go,"


He nodded and followed. Two paramedics walked up. They loaded an alarmed me up.


"Where are we going?" I panicked.


"To the hospital, hun," one answered.


"I'm fine," I protested.


"Procedure. Lay on the bed."


While I complied, one shut the doors. There was finality to it as we sped of into the night. I do not think that my folks realized that I was gone until some time later.


At the hospital they put me in a room by myself. A few minutes later, to my eternal embarrassment, a little old woman came in to do a rape kit on me. I told her that I had been raped. She just smiled and said that she was following procedure.


I cried again. When my parents did come, I told the same sweet nurse that I did not want to see them. She looked like she understood but let them in anyway. All my mother wanted to do was hug me. It was the same with my dad, but he looked lost.


I pulled away from my mom. She looked hurt and I instantly felt bad. I was saved form further contact when Brad walked in followed closely by Mike.


"Aunt Kathy, Uncle Jerod, we need to talk to Mem," Brad said with a grim look.


Momma paled. Dad asked, "Are you sure that it is a good idea?"


"It's fine, Daddy," I interrupted. Momma scowled at me, but Brad gave me a grateful grin. I returned it with a grin of my own. Brad, my cousin and awesome friend, knew how to me smile. Always. He knew me almost as well as Suky did. My heart stopped. Thinking of my twin sister, I burst into tears. My other half was gone forever and every memory and thought of her destroyed me. No one knew what happened to her. We were in New York City for vacation. I had gone to bed beside her and woke up in an empty room. Everyone was used to my random tears and even with the events of the night, every one knew that I cried for Suky.


"Why don't y'all go get some coffee?" Mike suggested a moment later, allowing me to collect myself.


My parents shuffled out the room looking angry. When Suky had disappeared, they were treated the exact same way and it made them feel helpless. I think that they thought that I might suddenly vanish just like my twin. Brad sat d own on the foot of the bed while Mike stood at it. I felt suddenly bashful. I had gone on many ride-alongs with them. But now that I was the victim, I felt useless and silly.


"How's Gabby?" I asked, gulping.


Brad sighed. "She is fine, just a little shaken up. We are more concerned with you."


"Nothing happened." I quickly stated.


Mike sighed. "Yu know how often we hear that in this line of work and how often it is not true."


"Yeah, but I'm not lying."


"May be," Brad said, "Do you know hat this guy wanted?"


I shook my head no. Brad sighed and looked at Mike. Mike took on a callous look. I scowled. Baby faced Mike Newell was not scary or intimidating.


"We talked to your sister, Remembrance. She said that she that the assailant was there for you. She said that she heard you talking in your room and then again in front of the door. She said it sounded like you had spoken before. Gabby also said that he called you something besides your name," he recounted.


"My dear," I immediately replied. "But no, I've never seen or met him before."


"What did he look like?" Brad asked.


"Like the most beautiful morning.'' I answered, remembering my attacker's beauty. "He is definitely the most beautiful man I have ever seen." Brad and Mike exchanged glances. I kept going. "He was very tall, maybe six' seven''. And he had dark chocolate hair. It was kinda curly and fell about to the middle of his face. He actually was really kinda sexy." Brad's eyebrows shot up but I was on a roll. He had snow white skin and inky black eyes. Also, he was built, but not muscular."


"And you are sure that you've never seen him before?" Mike sounded dubious.


"Positive."


"Okay. We swept the house and found some fingerprints. We also found a disfigured knife. Did you try to stab him?""


"I did stab him. But it didn't do anything. It just… bent." I shrugged.

Brad nodded. "'Kay. We're gonna go talk to your parents. You lie down and get some sleep. If you remember anything else jus-"


"His name is Carson and he said that he loved me." I blurted out.


"What?" Brad thundered.


I took a deep breath. “He told me his names was Carson and said that he loved me. Apparently, he has been following me for a long time." Years just sounded stupid. Even to me. He must have been exaggerating.


"Start from the beginning," Mike said as Brad sank into a chair.


After I finished, both were pale. "Jeez, Mem,"MIke said slowly. "Just get some sleep. We'll keep an officer outside your door."


"Thanks," I murmured, already asleep.