I turned on the young man, whose eyes, surprisingly were open, as he stared awestruck at my beauty and strength. That's what saved his life. I'd seen that face before. The red drained away from my eyes, but that didn't make it any easier. Only his face did. It was like he was looking at an angel. HIS angel.
1. Chapter 1
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I was running, hunting to be exact. The beautiful forests were something I liked to enjoy alone, or at least, without Carlisle and Esme. Edward plain refused to go when I asked. That boy was horrid. The ONE male I sought after, abruptly refused! And he wasn't even taken!
I clenched my teeth angrily, and focused on letting my body catch a scent and follow it. The rays of sunlight were drifting lazily through the filters of needles that clung precariously to their rough, peeling branches. The fresh sap dripping off some caught the sun and shined almost as bright as my long beautiful, blonde hair. Nothing could compare to the tiny faucets in my skin though, struck by the impending daylight as the small lip of gold pushed over the horizon. It was dawn.
I caught the wonderful scent of a bear and barreled towards it, my own action surprising me. I quickly tried to stop myself, but my instincts were already let loose, and they were refusing my desperate plead to slow down. I never had hunted this desperately before for BEAR.
I growled at myself, and since my body wouldn't stop, my mind decided it would make it. I flung myself exactly at a large tree trunk and felt the wood immediately give way to me as a boom echoed through the forest. I quickly gathered my primordial hunting self and stored it away as I carefully pried myself out of my imprint on the large tree trunk that had been knocked to the ground.
Crud. I hurriedly shredded the entire tree into wood chips, leaving them as though termites had found the fallen tower of wood.
I scattered it some with my foot through the dead and dry pine needles, before following the scent more cautiously. It was grizzly, but it was different. I realized the mistake I made only after I entered the clearing, where the grizzly was slashing open the flesh on a young man, who was trying his best to fight off the beast using his very well toned arms.
I didn't care about him. All I cared about was red. The red. It was flowing to the ground, but the man fell on top of it. HOW dare he??! It was mine. I would have it. All of it. The blood was mine and the bear was dead in seconds. He was trying to take MY blood. Red, warm, and fresh. It was what I lived for, and I wanted it. NOW.
I turned on the young man, whose eyes, surprisingly were open, as he stared awestruck at my beauty and strength. The sunbeams were shattering off my skin but it didn't matter that he saw it. He would be dead soon. He would be dead and I would have his delicious warm blood, pulsing down my throat. His eyes were still open and I paused.
That's what saved his life.
I'd seen that face before.
The red drained away from my eyes, but that didn't make it any easier. Only his face did. I'd seen it before. Where'd I seen it before?