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?
2. Chapter 2: Dream
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I was in a foreign forest. I looked in every direction; I saw nothing but trees and green for what seemed like miles.
I heard a low menacing chuckle from behind me, I spun around to see those familiar red eyes, the vampire’s eyes. He gave a bone chilling grin, then held up a finger to beckon me.
I sensed danger ahead but my legs continued to advance towards him. It was like my legs weren’t connected to my brain.
He seemed pleased that I obeyed, and then he turned on his heels and walked towards a large tree. He quickened his pace then he disappeared behind a tree.
I was still fallowing him; finally I got to the back of the tree where he had disappeared. His back was towards me, so I cleared my throat so he would know I was there. As I did so he spun around, my eyes locked with a pair of violet ones.
I gasped he had Rachel in his hands, she was crying.
“No! Not Rachel!” I bellowed I ran instinctively towards him and in that instant he twisted her neck and then there was a sickening snap. The life that had filled her eyes began to fade and she crumpled to the ground, dead.
I screamed louder then I thought possible. I begun to sob, but then the hatred and anger began to boil in side me. I gave him the most ice cold glare I could possible make. I wanted to snap his neck, no, I wanted to make it more painful.
“I will never give you what you want.” I said in a growl. He simply smiled and replied.
“You don’t have to give me anything. I can just take it by force.” Then he lurched forward in a blur. But at the same time a redish brown blur intersected him.
As a result of the intersection there was a crack that sounded like two concrete walls just collided. When the reddish brown blur slowed down I saw that it was an abnormally large wolf.
His intelligent eyes locked with mine for just a second, some sort of passion burned in his eyes.
“No!” I yelled not for my sake but for the humanly wolf.
I shot up in my bed, I was panting and sweat trickled down my back. I didn’t notice I was clutching the hotel pillow so hard untill my arms began to ach so I released the pillow. I closed my eyes and muttered to myself sleepily.
“It was only a dream, just a dream.” Then I fell fast into a dreamless sleep.
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I awoke in an unfamiliar hotel room, I was sleepy and confused. Then the memories of yesterday came back to me.
I sighed; I wouldn’t be seeing Rachel today. But this was a sacrifice I was willing to make, for her. I smiled remembering her telling me the other day.
“You know I am not as innocent as you think I am. You know I will be ten soon.” Her birthday was actually tomorrow, I felt bad that I was going to miss it. I shook away the growing guilt.
I stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower. This immediately washed away my sleepiness. I remembered the dream I had last night.
I had the same dream every night since i met him. But this time it was different, this was the first time the wolf showed up and he usually killed me.
I had the strangest feeling that the dream was trying to tell me something but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
I took new clothes out of my bag and changed in to them. I lit some incense, that some crazy old lady sold me, and then wafted it towards me. She had told me that it will help mess up my sent, I highly doubted it. But ever little thing helps right? I giggled; this whole vampire thing is making me lose my mind!
Today I had a long rode trip ahead of me. I still had about half way until my destination, La Push. Just to be safe i wanted to get there before night fall, so I checked out of the hotel in a hurry.
I stopped at an almost deserted gas station, filled my tank and got my breakfast.
When I was back on the rode I put in a CD and turned it up. I didn’t want to think about anything and the blaring music helped.
When the CD ended I was forced to think, to remember.