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As Carlisle had promised, he had taken Evangeline to where the cemetery of Forks was. It was a small thing, like the town itself and it was clear that not many people visited. He gave her one of his charming smiles before giving her shoulder a little pat and heading to where the confrontation was going to happen.
She was once again alone with her thoughts, nerves about what she was about to do were coursing relentlessly throughout her body. Angie closed her eyes, taking a long, deep yet unneeded breath. It was crisp and metallic, the cold moisture lingering in the air made her shiver despite her cold, undead body. It was like a switch had been flicked, a ghastly white trail of smoke poured rapidly from her icy, trembling hands.
The once rugged yet condensed plots of earth inhaled the vapour until it started to push its way up from the deep, dark and drowsy depths of the dirt. Malignant and blood-stained ivory, yet slightly jaundiced, metacarpals clawed and crawled forebodingly out from the disturbed moss-blanketed ground.
The piercing rufescent eyes of the terrifying corpses stared at her, unblinking. Evangeline scanned the cemetery, searching for her horse. The rigid, icy carcass of the horse that the newborn vampire had originally devoured as a newborn was suddenly standing on its hooves. Its withered, bloodless frame radiated a pulsating white aura that encapsulated the scintillating ivory void that had supplanted the docile brown eyes that she remembered had once possessed life.
Her slightly quivering lip upturned into a slight smile, she didn't know how Carlisle had gotten her companion to the cemetery but she was not going to complain. She focused once more upon the rest of the trembling figures in the desolate grave yard, their possessed eyes bore into her frozen soul, seeking her power and following her command.
Evangeline trudged her way towards her horse, to which a few of the neighbouring corpses gracefully lifted her up upon her dead stallion with ease, their tainted bones were icy with the surrounding mist of the young vampire's gift.
"Thank you, my children," Angie expressed her gratitude, "Come on now, if we have to fight to save the child then so shall it be. We shall protect her life at all costs." She commanded the battalion of breaking bodies, their bones shifting in a racket as they followed their leader.
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Snow was freshly falling, dusting the ground in a blanket of gorgeous white powder. Her horse strode proudly through the looming pine trees that towered above them, the sun peaked through the branches, refracting and scattering the beams of golden warmth like a mirror ball creating a picturesque scene of sparkling snow.
