It's sad, really. My tears weren't fake, they were real. I cried not only because of the underlying truth in my brief tale, but because I was using this woman's kindness. I hated myself for it. Somewhere in my consciousness I branded myself a monster on par with the monsters hunting me. I didn't dwell on it, though.
Samantha believed me instantly and promised me that they would take care of me. I thanked her, even though I felt guilty. Well, almost guilty. Truthfully, a part of my brain was telling me that once I had gotten what I needed that once I left it would be a repayment for their kindness. That way, they wouldn't have to suffer or be killed.
It's a shame that I hadn't known at the time how wrong I truly was.
We reached her house about twenty minutes after she had picked me up. It was a good sized cabin that screamed "homey" at me even at a distance. Not that I was complaining.
Samantha called out the rest of her family, who came out one at a time till they were all standing there, gawking at me. She then proceeded to introduce everyone and inform them of my story and that she had offered me a room. None of them seemed to mind. They seemed excited.
Truthfully, I wondered why in God's name she was so kind to me, a complete and total stranger. Why did they care so much? I was nothing. I was nobody. And for fuck's sake, I was being hunted by vampires! Well, they didn't know that, nor would they.
So, naturally, the rest of the day I did what I had intended to do. I sweet talked them into feeling sorry for me, I showered, and got some new clothes and I ate their food. They were all surprisingly nice to me, especially little Christina. After dinner I remember being shown my room. That night, I cried to myself. I cried for as long as I could, hating myself for what I was doing to these people. And I cried because I knew that I needed to leave as soon as possible.
After crying for what felt like hours, I finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep. It's odd, because that was the first night I'd gotten actual sleep for a month. Yeah, that's a bad thing.
I woke up having my shoulders shaken gently. I opened my eyes slowly to see Samantha looking at me with concerned tears in her eyes. What? What the hell happened?
"Thank goodness!" she shouted, relieved. "Dear, I thought you were dead! You've been asleep for so long…"
"How long was I asleep?" I asked after finding my voice. Damn slow working brain.
"Three days!" she exclaimed.
Whoa, hold on. Three days? What the fuck? Is that even possible? No way! Then again, I did feel really good.
"Did you say three days?" I asked, completely lost. She nodded. "Is that even possible?" Now I was repeating my thoughts.
"Well, dear, I believe so. When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?" she asked in a softer tone.
"Um, a month?" Her eyes bulged out of her head. Fuck. I quickly tried to amend my statement. "I mean, I slept, but not for very long is all."
"That's not healthy at all missy!" she shouted, shaking her head. "No wonder you looked like the walking dead!"
Walking dead? Oh, fuck. Three days. That means it was day seven. Shit. I had to get out of here.
"What time is it?"
She seemed surprised by the haste in my tone. "It's five in the afternoon." Five in the…seriously what the hell is wrong with me? Ugh!
"I have to go," I stated. I tried to move, but she pinned my arms down.
"Oh, no you don't! You are in no condition to be leaving!"
"You don't understand! I need to leave!" I protested, squirming out of her grip.
"Why? And where are you supposed to go with no money?" she shot back.
"I…" I couldn't form an audible response. I just ran. I pleaded my body not to fall as I dashed out the door, past the shocked family members shouting with concern and surprise. I ran out their door and down the dirt road leading to their cabin. And then I stopped. Or rather, I was stopped. Two sinister pairs of glowing red eyes were staring back at me.
Fuck. My. Life.
"Hello Isabella," purred Victoria.
"Hmm, I'm a little disappointed. I was hoping to stretch this one out a bit longer," complained James with his usual grin.
I started backtracking. They both smiled and slowly walked towards me.
"Who are you two?" asked a voice behind me. It was Roger. I hadn't realized I was still near their house. Shit!
James and Victoria seemed amused.
"I didn't know you had friends, Bella," James stated, grinning.
"Mm. They smell lovely too. Not as good as you, of course," added Victoria.
I froze. I wanted to shout to Roger to run like hell. But it was too late for that. I turned to see him pointing a shotgun at the two vampires in front of him.
"Ooh, big scary gun," laughed James. "You gonna shoot us? Go on, try it."
"Get behind me, Bella," ordered Roger. "And you two back off."
"What are you going to do about it, old man?" mocked Victoria.
"I'm warning you,"
What happened next was sudden. In the blink of an eye, Victoria blurred in front of Roger. Startled, he yelped and pulled the trigger. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then heard a loud noise. I opened them to see Victoria holding a bullet with her left index finger and thumb. James was twirling the shotgun around amusedly.
"What…what the-" Roger was on the ground, shocked.
Victoria grinned and in one brisk movement flicked the bullet with her fingers. Roger collapsed, dead, a hole in the center of his forehead. I gasped. James jumped onto Roger's body and sank his teeth into him while Victoria slowly walked towards me. I was frozen where I stood, terrified.
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