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Twilight Twenty-Five

Prompt #3

Penname: animal8

Pairing: N/A (Bree)

Rating: K+

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It was cold. The streets were dark and oppressive as they towered above me. I knew I was in trouble, but what could I do about it? I ran, but no matter how far I went, I could still sense them near me, lurking in the darkness. They were waiting. What for, I didn't know, but I knew it was nothing good.

I came to a rest at the entrance of an alley. My breath came in puffs, visible in the frigid air, as I struggled to catch my breath. I looked around frantically, searching the silent road for something, anything that could help me. There was nothing. Not like I had expected much in this part of the city.

Their near soundless footsteps approached me and I froze, my eyes, wild with terror as my muscles locked in place. I listened as they came closer, closer and I shouted in my head, demanding that I moved and saved myself.

I finally forced my legs to move again, carrying my body down the alley, hoping to avoid the attention of my followers. But my footfalls were heavy, loud and clattering against the narrow walls around me. They heard me.

They moved like shadows in the night; the perfect predator. And I knew that I was the prey. Some part of me knew that I stood no chance against this monster, but nonetheless I fought, pushed myself further, faster and faster.

As I weaved and ducked through the myriad of alleys, I no longer had the sense of being trailed. But still, I did not slow my pace as my heart did not slow it's as it clattered in my chest. The frozen air burned at my lungs and my sides ached from running. I had to stop, I could go no further.

I doubled over, leaning heavily on the wall beside me as I gasped desperately for air. My jeans chafed, leaving the skin beneath feeling rough and tender.

Slowly, my breathing calmed, becoming more even and deep. The feeling of dread and foreboding rose again causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. A pebble clattered in the alley ahead. I froze.

A dark chuckle rolled off the walls, carrying the sound back and forth around us as I waited. "My dear, you did put up a fight," a female voice called out to me, "I always liked that."

The voice made shivers run up my spine and I didn't bother to suppress them. A red haired woman emerged from the gloom in front of me and stood, head tilted to the side, with a sadistic smirk on her ruby lips.

"Too bad I'm not here to feed," she smirked, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled deeply, "You do smell divine, I must admit. It's a shame to waste such a delicacy, but needs must. And I need you."

I trembled fearfully as I stared at this woman talking. What was she? Why did she want me? I knew she was not human, why else would she be talking as if she wanted to eat me? But I wasn't sure on exactly what she was.

She took another breath and growled lowly. "I can smell your fear," she hissed. I whimpered slightly, against my will and she grinned evilly. "Oh yes, you will be a good one. I can always tell."

Suddenly, she was standing in front of me, so fast I hadn't even had the chance to see her move. I jerked back, but she grabbed my wrist in a painfully tight grip and pulled me towards her. "Now, I would promise that this won't hurt a bit, but actually, it will be the most painful thing you'll ever experience."

A sharp, piercing pain erupted in my neck and I realised with horror that she had sunk her teeth into me and was actually drinking my blood. Like a vampire. But that was impossible. Vampires didn't exist. But feeling her pulling and sucking at my neck, drawing my blood from my rapidly weakening body, I knew that was exactly what she was. A vampire.

As my vision began to blur and fade, I thought of my family. My mother and father would be heartbroken when they found my beaten and broken body. If my body was ever found, that is.

I slumped down, allowing her arms to support my weight. As my eyes closed, I heard a growl as she ripped her mouth from me. "Don't worry, my pet. It will all be over soon enough," I heard fuzzily, through the ringing in my ears.

And then the fire consumed me, burning through every pore in my body until I felt I should have been reduced to ash long ago. Was this what Hell felt like? I wondered before the burning wiped away any thought.

I don't know how long it spread; the fire erased any sense of time or place. Or that mattered was the pain. I wasn't even in control of my own body, only aware as it thrashed with the intensity or the cries that ripped from my throat, leaving it raw and painful. But that minimal discomfort was lost as that pain impossibly increased, drawing closer to my heart as it retreated from my fingers and toes.

The sudden loss of pain from those extremities was shocking, but I couldn't think about it as the pain continued to draw closer to my furiously pounding heart, releasing more flesh from the burn.

As it filled my torso, now fully freeing my arms and legs, my heart picked up its pace even more, working so hard I was surprised it didn't burst from through my ribs. The pain constricted still, tightening around the over worked organ as it galloped towards its last beat.

And then, it stopped. My heart gave a final, stuttering beat and then fell silent. The complete absence of pain occurred so fast, I didn't know how to react to it. So I didn't. I lay still and silent as I wondered what had happened.

The burning hadn't left entirely, I soon realised. Though not as intense, the burning thirst in my parched throat was enough to cause me a great deal of discomfort. Unwillingly, I sat up and looked around.

There was no sign of the red headed woman, I noted, confused. A sudden movement caught my attention and, without even commanding my body to do so, I found myself on my feet in a low crouch facing the direction of the potential threat.

A pair of dark red eyes met mine as he eyed me cautiously. He was young and had dark blonde hair with the same pale skin as the woman who attacked me. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said softly. He stayed some distance away, never approaching too close to me. "What's your name?" He asked.

I paused, flicking through the series of foggy memories. "Bree," I remembered, "My name is Bree."


Author's Note:

Hey, this was for Prompt #3, showing a girl's legs as she ran. That gave me the idea for having Bree running from Victoria. It's also kind of a dedication seeing as Stephenie Meyer's new book 'Short Second Life of Bree Tanner' is going to be released next week, Saturday 5th June 2010.

I really hope you liked reading this and I am working on getting the next prompt out. I am trying to post them in order, even though I don't have to, but that doesn't mean I am writing them that way so some may come quicker than others. Please review and let me know what you thought of this and if I could improve or anything.

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animal8 xx

P.S. It's my 18th Birthday today, so yay for me. I have had a fabuous day thanks to my family, though it was nothing big it was perfect for me. Nothing beats take away with family and friends ;D. (I am being serious by the way).

Also, it was my year 13 leavers assembly, which also went very well and I can honestly say that I will miss everyone in the sixth form :{. But I wish tham all the best of luck, though they will probably never read this message. Well, maybe one. If you're reading this Charlotte, yes that means you too ;D.

So, all the best to everyone. Good luck.

xx