Hello everyone! As I've said before at the end of Chp. 24 of Frost at Dusk, I had another idea for a story! What's strange is that I got the idea while listening to "O Death" by Jen Titus. My mind is a crazy place...And I love it!
And just for the record, Kris DOES NOT EXIST anywhere in this story. I just wanted to make sure there is no confusion.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any original characters from the Twilight saga. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.
Enough of my rambling. Hope you all enjoy!
"Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me"
-"Savin' Me" by Nickelback
My feet carry me through the infinite woods with no intent of stopping. I need to get away—far away—as quickly as I possibly can. Even when my throat begins burning with the desire for blood, I keep moving. I need to get away!
The images race through the back of my mind, but I manage to block them by concentrating on the landscape in front of me and putting one foot in front of the other.
Night and day.
Day and night.
Sometimes my mind will be so absorbed in running I don't notice when the sun is replaced by the moon. To be honest, I don't really need to pay attention to the sun anyway. I am completely covered, so I don't have to worry about the sun reflecting off of my skin and attracting attention.
After maybe a day or more of running, I begin seeing the sun less and less until it is completely covered by clouds. This doesn't relax me one bit, and I continue running. I believe I'm somewhere in Canada. Which direction am I running in? I see names of towns once every six hours or so, but my geography of Canada was very limited.
On the second day—or was it the fourth day?—I see a sign that says, "Welcome to Alaska".
Guess that answers my question.
As I got deeper into Alaska, the burning in my throat reaches an all time climax. I don't want to stop, but I need blood! I don't want to kill, but I need blood to go on!
Suddenly, I catch a whiff of something that only in my blood-deprived state made my mouth water.
It is huge and had soft, brown fur that you just want to smother yourself in. But I didn't stop from my long run to admire the bear's appearance.
I tackle it and only struggle with it for a second before I snap its neck and sink my teeth in to drink its delicious blood. It's satisfying—not exactly what I'm use to—but it will do.
I need more though.
After I finish, I sense some deer that may be only about a mile away from me. I cross the distance in only a minute and take down three deer without a second thought. My body is filled with a lovely amount of blood, and for a short moment, I feel completely at ease. When my eyes fall back on the deer, I nearly choke. The grief and pain hit me with the intensity of a wrecking ball. I have failed a goal that I was doomed to lose from the start.
I had been running to escape myself.
I have been in the same spot for hours. It is dark now and the sky has opened up. Lightning shoots through the sky, and thunder rumbles the ground under me. All this time, I have been focusing on staying calm, breathing in then out. It's working so far, but I don't know how long I can keep this up.
Another flash of lighting darts across the sky, and suddenly I wish that it would strike me so maybe I can finally be relieved from my sufferings. Why not? I have nothing else to lose.
"Please," I beg, finally voicing the pitiful thoughts that have been circling my head for days, "Please, kill me."
My wish is not granted. Instead, the lighting and thunder cease, and it begins to rain hard. Despair takes this moment to secure me firmly in its grasp, and I can no longer take it.
My screams sound like an animal's roar as it echoes around me. I continue screaming until I feel all of the frustration leave me and is replaced by emptiness.
Lying down, I close my eyes and try to imagine that the rain is washing away all of the horrible things I have done. The rain already soaked through my clothing, so it isn't a completely irrational thought. Or maybe that's my insanity talking.
Suddenly I sense that someone is near. I open my eyes and look at the man behind me. He is tall—five foot ten? Six feet? It's had to tell from where I lay. He has dark brown hair, vampire pale skin with a light olive cast, and golden eyes. So he is a vegetarian, and since I just drank animal blood, that makes us bosom buddies!
There goes my sanity again…
He looks at me with curiosity, compassion, and…fear. The fear in his eyes almost makes me think he already knows who I am, but that's nuts, right? I never met him before; that I am more certain of than anything.
He looks to be choosing his words very carefully before he speaks, which I don't mind at all; it gives me more time to see if he is a possible threat.
"Why are you so distressed, young lady?" He speaks slowly and with caution. I like how he calls me 'young lady' instead of 'child' or whatever else my creator called me.
"I…" Slowly I get up from my place. Not only do I not want him to think I am about to attack him—which I most certainly am NOT—but I'm afraid of what I would do if I did things too fast. "It's…"
What can I tell him? Can I trust him? Looking at him now, he doesn't seem like he wants to do me harm. And if it turns out he does want to hurt me, I can get out of it easily. Again, what else do I have left to lose?
"I'm tired of killing," I tell him honestly, yet vaguely.
He watches me carefully for a moment. "May I ask for your name?"
I nod. "It's Amelia. Amelia Woodrow."
"Amelia Woodrow?" I nod again. "My name is Eleazar. I live not too far from here with my coven. Tell me, are you from around here?"
"No, I'm from Maine."
"You've come a long way. How long did it take you to get here?"
"I don't know; all of the days blurred together."
"I see. Are you alone?"
I'm sure he asked it just for informational purposes, but it is like a knife cutting me. I say the word so quietly, I'm sure he has to struggle to hear me. "Yes."
Just like that, all of his fear is gone, and compassion fills his eyes. "If you want to, you can come back with me to my home. You can stay with us as long as you want; a few days, weeks, years—how ever long you want."
After hearing his words, the emptiness inside me fills with all kinds of new emotions I have never experienced as a vampire: one of them being gratitude. "Thank you. I…you don't know how long...I don't want to be alone again."
Eleazar smiles and holds out his hand for me to take. He doesn't have to say a word; I can tell by the look on his face that he understands completely.
The place Eleazar shares with the rest of his coven is a large Gothic styled mansion hidden deep in the woods of Denali, Alaska. The grey weathered bricks of the mansion are covered with vines that stretch up towards the second floor. The curtains on the second floor are drawn so you can't see through them.
But through the bottom story windows, I see two women lounging in a modern style living room. One of the women—who has long pale blonde hair—looks through the window at Eleazar and smiles. When she sees me though, confusion spreads across her face. The other one—who has curly strawberry blonde hair—shifts her gaze from her friend to me. I begin feeling very uncomfortable, but Eleazar assures me that everything is fine and takes me inside.
The two women are there as soon as Eleazar shuts the door, and I feel the sudden urge to run. At that moment, Eleazar places his hand gently on my shoulder, and introduces me to the two.
"Kate, Tanya, this is Amelia. Amelia, this is Kate and Tanya. They are the oldest members of the Denali coven."
"Gees, Eleazar, way to make us sound ancient," The girl with the straight hair—Kate?—says.
"Well sis, we were around way before Eleazar was even in diapers." Both of the sisters burst into giggles.
"Anyway, it's nice to meet you Amelia." Kate smiles kindly at me.
I don't say anything. I feel like I'm in a state of shock from everything that just happened. One minute I'm praying for my death, and then the next thing I know I'm welcomed into a friendly coven. I have the right to be confused, right?
"We should probably get you cleaned up, Amelia." Eleazar excuses us and he leads me to a large bathroom. "I'll go ask Carmen to bring you some new clothes."
He leaves, and I'm by myself for the time being. Turning around, I come face to face with my reflection. A part of my face is covered in mud, as is the left side of my body. Leaves and twigs are tangled in my dark brown hair. My eyes are the only thing I'm satisfied with at the moment. They are amber—a warm, beautiful shade of amber. They don't belong to the face of a killer.
Turning on the faucets to the bathtub, I remove my faded pink hoodie, my black gloves, and my muddy sneakers. After I fold my hoodie—insane, yes, since all of my clothes are dirty and shouldn't be treated like they're made of fine silk or whatever—and place it on top of my sneakers and gloves, I am about to take my shirt off when there is a knock on the door. I stand completely still with my back to the door.
After a second, I hear her come in. "Eleazar asked me to bring you some new clothes, and now I see why. I hope they fit; they're some of my clothes and since you're a little taller than me they may not fit you as well."
I'm not trying to be rude by not answering her. It's just…a lot of people to take in, to start trusting. It's hard for me; ever since I became a vampire it was hard for me to tell who was worth trusting. Paranoia tends to get the best of you.
"Tha-thanks." At least she won't think I'm ignoring her.
"You're welcome. Let me just get out some towels and wash cloths for you and I'll leave you to your bath."
She passes me to open a wooden cabinet and retrieve some towels. When she turns around, time freezes, or at least for me it does. Carmen looks just like…
As she puts the towels to the side of the bath, she says, "There you go. If you need anything—" She stops mid-sentence when she sees me staring. "Is something wrong?"
"You…" The word is barely a whisper. I know she's not her, but she looks similar to her. This brings back a lot of memories from when I was human, and I miss all of the people from them: my friends and my family. I am shaking now, threatening to shatter into a million pieces. "You look just like May."
And for the first time since I was turned, I cry. No tears come, but I still cry. It's not fair. I never wanted to be a vampire or to take countless lives. I never wanted to be a monster. He had seen potential in me, turned me, and then used me as his pawn.
"Amelia," Carmen gently touches me, and when she sees that I don't jerk back from her, she puts her arms around me and holds me. When Eleazar comes in to see what the commotion is, he quickly closes the door behind him and wraps his arms around me like Carmen.
I don't care if I barely know them—I need someone to show that he or she cares for me, and here are two people with their arms around me, trying to calm me down.
At that moment, all I want is people to show that they care what happened to me.
Remember, I put up two more chapters! And please review when you're done!