Not Me!

Cynthia

(Y/N)'s POV

All I could think to do was try to get her to move or react to something. I slowly crouched down like she would suddenly snap at me like a bear trap.

First, I gave her shoulder a light tap. She didn't budge or react at all until the fifth or sixth touch. She sat up like a jack-in-a-box; her eyes widened, and she pushed herself against the stump.

The stump cracked and groaned under her strength. She barred her teeth, showing off fangs that were once hidden away. They gleamed in the flashlight's shine.

"Who are you?!" She hissed. Her hands pressed against the stump behind her. She was ready to attack me in any way she needed.

To her, I'm a threat to her safety. She had unruly, tangled-up hair and dried blood on her head. I could tell that she needed help, and she wouldn't easily last out here on her own. Her patience is razor-thin, too.

Her fingers wrapped tightly around a piece of fallen wood. I felt stunned to finally see her face, and I didn't answer her as soon as she wanted.

She tackled me down to the forest floor. Mud splashed and splattered around my head. My head felt a booming headache already from the abrupt and rough descent.  Her hands trembled against my collarbones.

I couldn't tell why she was trembling above me. Either she didn't want to go a step further with this, or she didn't have the strength. She might be cold in this dark forest with the rain coming down in buckets. Or that head injury is affecting her significantly.

All I knew for sure was that I needed to act now, and she felt scared. She thought that I would hurt her more or something.

"Oh, well, hi...I'm (Y/N)." I nervously blurted out as I looked back up into her eyes. She's clearly supernatural in nature, but it's a bit off.

She had the strength and speed of a vampire, but her skin wasn't as cold as ice. It felt far from that. Her skin felt as hot as a furnace. It's like she had a fever past a hundred. Her blood would be boiling at this temperature; it almost stung as she held her hands on my collarbones.

"I don't want to hurt you at all," I whispered reassurance to her. She moved her hands away from my body. "I just found you against that stump and wanted to see if you were okay," I added.

I slowly sat up, but she didn't like that at all. She pressed me back down with a hard smack against my chest. Her hand forced me deeper into the soft earth. In her other hand, she had the splintering wood pointed at my face between my eyes.

"Okay, okay...I'll stay down." I panted now that I felt like the oxygen had been knocked out of me at that moment.

She tossed the wood to the side. Her hand roughly grabbed my face, and she looked at my face closely. Her nose almost touched mine. "I recognize you. You got bit by that man here."

She pulled at my shirt's collar to show the bite scar on my collarbone. "It was you." She whispered, tracing the scar with her finger. It's like she was in a trance of memories. Her eyes were not focused on anything in particular.

"Yeah, I did get bit in this forest. You were there, right?" I whispered. Everything happening felt like whiplash from the fast pace. I could hardly keep up with it all.

"Yeah, I did see it. You were out quickly." She muttered as she continued to inspect my shoulder scar.

"How about we move on from this? I'm going to sit up, okay? I don't have any intention to hurt you, alright?" I slowly sat up. Seeing how she reacted to me sitting up with no warning the first time, I decided this is a better approach.

She moved to sit on the cracked stump. Her eyes watched my movements closely like a guard.

"Do you have anywhere to stay?" I rubbed the back of my head from the aching pain I felt.

"No," she combed her fingers through her tangled-up hair. From the looks of it, it's been a long time since she had had a bath.

"What if you stayed with me? Would you like that?" I tried to offer to her gently. It could be empathy or something else that I don't know, but I didn't want to leave her alone here to fend for herself.

"That would be nice." She paused for a moment as if in thought. "Sure, I'll go with you." She nodded her head.

"Okay, so we should get to know each other first, right?" I slowly got up from the forest floor. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N). And who are you?"

"I'm Cynthia." She pushed her tangled hair out of her face. She looked a little younger than I was, but not by much.

"How old are you?" I muttered. "I'm 18, by the way."

"I'm 15 years old." She slowly stood up too from her stump.

"Have you been 15 for a long time?" I asked her without a single thought about it. The question is strange for an average person, but it's pretty normal for me. She reminded me of Edward and the rest of his family in some ways.

She had the speed and the strength of a vampire. Her skin didn't exactly match with a vampire's, but it didn't act like a human's either. And her temperature is something else entirely.

A vampire would be fridged and freezing to touch, but this is the exact opposite. I can't fathom a human having a temperature so high and standing in front of me just fine.

"I haven't. I think it's been a month." She answered after some thought.

"Are you human?" I threw her for a curve with that question. Her eyes widened momentarily.

"Not quite...yes and no. I'm a human and a vampire." She didn't seem to know how to go about telling me and just went with that.

"Okay, that's alright. I know some vampires. I won't tell anyone about this, I promise." I tried to reassure her. I wanted to help her in any way I could nurture her like a parent should.
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