Blood Moon

Escape

Bella

From my window, I can see the frozen meadow of the castle. The cold, unfeeling wind blows through it, sending little explosions of snow and frost up into the sky, flying up over the desolate winter landscape. In my hand I clutch the heaviest thing that I could find in this room, a candlestick. It curves around my fingers, fitting neatly into my hand. I take a deep breath, and lift the object to throw it.

And then, I let it go.

It careens through the air, crashing into the thick glass of the window. I watch as spiderwebs radiate from the place where he candlestick hit the glass, and grin when it falls, hitting the floor with a chorus of tings. The cold winter wind hits me now, and I breathe in the scent of freedom. Three weeks here was well enough for me. Not to mention that they'd been trying to feed me human blood, and refusing to let me drink animal blood.

I crouch on the windowsill now, the sound of the Romanian vampires screaming in anger not even reaching my ears. The fall is long, and would probably terrify anyone else. But I'm not afraid, not anymore. With one final breath, my feet leave the windowsill, and I'm falling down, down, down to the ground.

I'm quick on my feet, and make a hard dash for the treeline, hoping to get out of their view. If they can't find me, they can't catch me.

"Bella, Bella," Stephan calls after me, with a grin. "You can't escape."

"Just watch me," I whisper, darting behind the tree line just in time.

He growls as he follows me into the brush, scanning the forest floor for traces of me. But all he finds is a dead end, while I looks down from the bough of a particularly tall tree. He grumbles and spits, and all but hisses as he takes off into the brush, hoping to catch me on the other side.

I have to think fast now, and swing through the branches of the tall trees just like Edward used to do with me. Who knew such a strange talent could come in handy.

"Bella," Andreea calls, less angry but still searching for me. "Bella just come down. Let's talk this out."

I nearly laugh out loud. As if they'd want to talk.

I burst through the last line of trees, and gasp as my eyes fall onto a city road. Cars zip by, and people chat merrily in their vehicles. All I need is a car, and I can slip under the radar.

I follow down the road for about a mile, and come to a rest stop. There, several cars are liked up, while their drivers used the public restrooms. I just have to hope that one of them left their keys in their car.

I slide down the trunk of my tree, and land on the pavement with a gentle click. Nobody gives me a second glance as I walk towards a particularly unkempt car, half of the front hood is bashed in, and one of the headlights doesn't work.

Luckily, they forgot to lock their vehicle, and the keys are in the ignition. Thank god.

After a few tries, the car starts up, and I join the line of cars traveling down the highway. I can't help but feel bad for the guy I stole this from, by I need it more than he does.

The road signs all tell me that Bucharest is in only a few... kms, what's that? I decide that that's probably the best way to go, maybe they have an airport there.