"GO" he roared his face so beautifull so terrifying, his teeth dripped in a coated venom his eyes were wild with fury.

That was all the incentive i needed. taking of at a break neck speed that suprised even myself i darted through the forests rough undergrowth, narrowly avoiding a small clump of trees. I concentrated on my feet keeping up a steady rythm, my awarness electrifyed by the heady adrenaline coursing through my bones.

I could sense rather than see the clearing ahead a thick patch of trees thinned and dwinled reavealing a small woodland clearing a riverbed not a few meters from it.
i wanted to laugh at the absurdity of finding such a picturesque little scene amongst this mournings chaos.
As i sped towards my newly found haven my mind raced over this mournings events, chris was a vampire that much was obvious and i was a..a.. well it didnt bare thinking about.
how can such a huge series of events unfold within the space of 24 hours? honestly it was enough to make a girls head spin!

Taking deep lungfulls of breath i forced my feet to carry me faster not daring to check behind me.
Chris would find me when he was ready. he always did i thought wrly my breathing hitching in my throat. I knew him well enough by now to know how that boy operated, in a harsh world, Chris was a born leader and when he gave you an order he expected you to follow it.

Jamies pov

I scanned the forest my eyes lingering on a fresh trail to the east of the river.
i crouched to the floor for a moment my winds unfolded my muscles coiled and tensed, no doubt preparing for the battle my mind was unwilling to face.

the wind blew gently from the south, bringing with it a scent so mouth watering i knew it could only be one person....
the witch.

Chrises pov

I was hunched over a low growl resonating deep within my throat. my brows were furrowed with concentration, trying to drive her lingering scent from my mind.

i thought i could handle it. i thought i could handle her! But the feel of her lips against mine, the shooting jolts of electricty at my heart, tore at the last shreds of my control.

what had i become? a monster my conscience seemed to echo, i shivered lightly in response. wrly running a hand through my mussed hair.
i idly ran a hand over the corners of my teeth. jagged points met the gentle pressure of my fingertips. i fought back another violent shudder.

hed done this. i thought savagely a fresh wave of hatred rocked my body.
i pictured that harpie in my minds eye. What had he done to us?
was this some sick joke? a thousand explanations wizzed through my mind none of them seeming to quite fit.

a muttered a soft string of profanities. wishing for nothing more than the simple feel of Emma in my arms. yet she deserved so much more...
my heart lurched at the thought. i had to repress a violent growl at the thought of any other man touching her.
she was mine.

From the moment i first saw her 10 years to the day, i knew that she was mine.

I remember sitting in school, idly going about my work. when i heard a new set of footsteps enter the room my head snapped up in response, and it seemed i would be silenced forever.
I seemed to feel an electrical awarness connect us when our gazes met. sometimes i would look back and simply shake my head in wonder.
Most boys that age dreamed of being astronaughts or explorers. yet when my head hit the pillow i found myself dreaming of a mahogony haired beauty.

i thanked my lucky stars countless times since that day. i felt lucky i felt chosen, when she offered me a smile in class my heart seemed to swell with pride.

i guess it was then i knew that i was special. most 8yr olds loved ice cream, pets and family. But who was blessed enough to love an angel?



Emmas pov


i kept running as far as my feet could carry me, i was almost at the stream my muscles seemed to screech in protest. i took deep lunfulls of air trying to still my nerves, with each breath i took it seemed a little of my sanity returned. a new strength seemed born within me no longer was i a helpless teenage girl to meak to put up a fight.
i was a witch i thought my emotions were beyond unstable. so many peices of my world had crumbled in this hour, i wasnt mad i was pissed of and i pitied the fool that stood in my way.

a felt rather than heard the faintly shifting breeze that ruffled the my mass of mahogony hair, the hair on the back of my neck tingled and i longed to be back in chrises arms back in the world where i belonged.