-Escape-

Chapter 2

The man had stopped writing and looked at me what fear in his eyes.

“Go on” he said

I took a deep breath. “I am Harry’s mate. We are soul mates, destant to be together. We had no say in the matter. We fell in love, and I was happy, until Harry told me that he was going to turn me.”

“Into a vampire?” asked the man leaning closer

“Yes," I said sharply a bit set off by the mans enthusiasm "He trusted me to go for one more walk, one last walk as a... human. so I took my chance and ran."

The man put the clipboard down, closed the curtains and sat next to me. 

“I have seen vampires before too. You are a nice girl, and I know you are not insane, but they don’t” he said motioning toward the people outside. “I will tell them that you are fine, but you have to never talk about this again”

“But I…”

“Jade they will put you away in a mental asylum, you can not talk about this.”

I nodded. “Thank you.” I whispered

He gave me a nervous smile and opened the door.

After all the paper work and stuff was filled out, I grabbed my bag and walked out of the office. It had been 4 months since I had last been in my own bed, and 3 since I had seen Harry. I started walking to my apartment, the sun was shining and there were people all around me.

I felt safe.

As I was walking, I felt like I was missing something big, like here was a big whole in my heart. I knew exactly what it was.

I was missing Harry.

Being his mate, we were in love and couldn’t love without each other. But I am doing just fine. I would have stayed with Harry if he hadn’t opted to turn me so soon. I know that I had it pretty good with Harry verses what other vampires do to their mates.

I shudder at the thought and kept walking.

I did miss Harry, I did love him, but I loved being human more. I wasn’t willing to give up my life to be with a boy that I met 3 months ago, it was common sense, even if I did love him.

I stood in front of my apartment; I had missed it so much. My parents died when i was little so i was put in a foster home. I ran away when i was twelve and then got my own place when i was 17. I looked under the mat for the key but it wasn’t there.I pushed the door and it opened with ease.

Don’t worry; you probably just forgot to lock it.

I walked in and went into the kitchen to make myself dinner. Suddenly I heard the door lock with a click.

“Shit.” I said backing up against the wall.

“Hello, love.” Said an all to familiar voice.

my hands felt around the kitchen island for something anything to defend myself with “Harry I am sorry, I-I am so sorry I…”

He laughed, “don’t apologies” he teased, but I knew that he was mad. I could see the golden color in his eyes, the same one that I had tried so desperatly to get away from just four months ago.

“Your coming with me” he said lunging for me, but I jumped out of his way. The golden color in his eyes was growing, symbolizing the anger building up inside him until it was the size of a skyscraper. I wanted to believe that this wasnt him. I wanted to believe that he didnt want to do this, but then when I looked at him all that I could see was the demon that lay inside the innocent boy.