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?
6. Chapter 6
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“Do you have a car around here?” Jake asked while he walked out of the woods on to the beach with me in his arms.
“Yeah I have a yellow jeep just over there.” I said pointing to where I thought I had parked my car but it was too dark to be positive. I used my good arm to reach in my pocket for my keys, to find my pocket empty. “Oh, I think I might have dropped my keys somewhere back there.”
“I’ll go back and get them.” I felt my eyes widen in horror.
He was going to leave me!?
“It will only take me a minuet I swear.” His reassuring calmed me down a little.
“Okay.” He placed me on the sandy ground with as much care as possible, then broke into a sprint and disappeared into the woods. I hadn’t noticed how extremely warm he was until he put me on the cool ground.
Then the fear came crawling over me, I didn’t want to think of all the possible things that could happen to me while he was gone. So I started to hum to myself.
No more than two minutes later Jake came out of the woods with my keys in hand. That surprised me, because 1) it was dark 2) I didn’t know where I had dropped them and 3) it had taken me thirty minutes just to get to the tidal pools.
“See now that wasn’t all that bad was it?” I was still confused, he saw that and so I asked
“How did you find them so-?” He seemed to know what I was going to ask because he cut me off.
“I’ll explain later, I promise but let’s get you to the hospital first.” I nodded; he picked me up again and went to my car.
He plopped me down on the passenger’s seat. I attempted to buckle myself in with one hand. He came around, sat down in the driver’s seat and chuckled when he saw me. He helped me out, started the car and headed in what I guessed the direction of the hospital.
“Can I ask you something?” He asked.
“Sure.” I wanted to know what was on his mind.
“Well, how exactly do you know about vampires?”
“Oh, well I kind of grew up on stories about them. But I just thought they were stories and that my mom just had an overly creative mind. And it wasn’t until I met my little friend back there for the first time did I start to realize that vampires are real.” He seemed to process my story. “I only just realized why my parents were murdered.” He was really quite for a while.
“Why?” I knew what he was asking.
“I don’t know exactly what happened but I know that they were after my mother’s gift, which I guess I inherited.”
“What was her gift?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.” I said. I could feel the lump in my throat growing. I could see my mother’s panicked expression as she dropped me and Rachel, who was less than a year old, off on the orphanage door. I remember seeing her and dads face on the news later that week, it had said they were killed.
“Do you mind me asking who the other girl is on your key chain?” He asked changing the subject.
“No not at all. That’s Rachel my sister.” It was quite again. I bet he could sense that was another touchy subject. “What about you? How do you know about vampires?”
“It’s kind of the same story. I had grown up hearing the stories but didn’t believe them until I-” He cut off as if he had said to much. He glanced worriedly at me and then sighed heavily as if he gave up. “Um what do you know about werewolves?”