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Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com! Violet just figures out that she has a "gift" that most vampires would love to get their hands on. She is determined to shake the vampires off her tail. So she runs away and leaves her younger sister at the orphanage so she won't endanger her life too. But what happens when her path crosses with a boy named Jacob Black?


1. Chapter 1: Escape

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I glance out the window, the trees move up and down in unison as if the whole forest was breathing together. I felt a sense of eeriness crawl over my skin, an involuntary shiver made its way up my spin.

Then the rain came all at once pouring it’s self over the green land. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up there was a flash of lightening and a defining crack followed it.

There was a change in the atmosphere, it felt as if nature was warning me “Do not do this!”

Despite my ever instinct telling me different I thought.

I can do this, I have to do this.

I shook off the growing suspicion and quickened my pace toward the back door. The scene outside became violent, the trees wiped around this way and that, now the wind began to howl.

The storm gave me sudden surge of strength. Some where in the distance I heard a clock tower chime.

Midnight .

I had to go now, quickly and quietly, which I hoped wouldn’t be hard with the noise that the storm was now making. I pulled the hood of my raincoat over my dark brunette hair.

I smiled slightly remembering how my sister used to envy my hair even though our hair looked identical to each others.

Oh God I am going to miss her .

I forced those thoughts to the back of my head. I had promised myself that she would not get hurt because of me. And if I was going to keep that promise to myself I would have to do this.

I picked up my bag that had everything I needed in it and opened the back door as silently as I could, but despite my efforts it still squeaked. I crept out into the wet night.

I reached deep on my pocket searching for my keys. I clutched my heavy bag and forced it closer to my side not wanting the contents of it to get wet. I bolted for my car unlocked it and got in desperate to get out of the cold, wet rain. I looked up at the orphanage that had been me and my sister’s only home since our parents died.

I glance in the mirror to see my familiar violet colored eyes which instantly reminded me of my sister who had that same shade of violet as I do. A wave of sorrow came over me. I had no idea when or where I was going to see her again, I fought back tears now.

Quickly for something else to do, I checked the familiar building for lights, none. Good they hadn’t noticed my absence, but it would only be a matter of time.

I knew that once I started the engine they would hear it so I would have to make my escape a quick one.

I put the key in the ignition and turned that car roared to life, then as fast as I could, I backed out of the driveway. Only once I was completely backed out did I spare one last look at my home.

The image of my sister poped into my head there was no reason for me to resist this time. She had dark brunette hair that was in loose curls around her face. She had pale, delicate skin, and there was a flush of pink on her cheeks. She wore the most innocent smile and her eyes were the same shade of violet as mine.

“Goodbye Rachel.” I managed to whisper. I allowed one tear to roll down my cheek, before I sped into the stormy night.

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There was nothing but the open rode and my thoughts ahead of me. I had no idea where I wanted to go just that I had to leave, but now that I was being forced to deiced on where I was to drive to. The technique I ended up using was randomly placing my finger on the map and that’s where I would stay until I decided other wise.

And the winner was La Push, apparently it was some small town in Washington. Well it would still be a long drive from Seattle, but it wasn’t as far as I had hoped I would go.

My hand was absent mindedly tracing my scars that were hidden beneath my hair. I stopped when I became conscience of what my hand was doing because by then I had already remembered how I had gotten them. A picture of a man’s face filled my head.

He had jet black hair that was styled a bit ragged, almost skater boyish. He had looked like he was around seventeen, my age. He had unnaturally pale skin and his eyes were a shocking color of red. Despite his disturbing eye color he was truly beautiful.

I immediately forced the image out of my head. Pure hatred pulsed through my vanes. I clenched my teeth and tried to take a deep breath. But this didn’t help; I still felt the unadulterated loathing towards him.

I didn’t even know his name but I knew enough. He is a vampire and like most vampires who knew about my “gift” he wanted my blood. And it was he who made me leave my sister, this was good enough reason for my hatred.