Sage Bradshaw has been a nomad for as long as she could remember. She's met creatures like her along the way but never found herself a home. She never found a place where she thought she belonged. She always traveled and loved to see what the world...
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» Scream it from the top of your lungs, lungs, lungs. Say, yeah. Let's be alone together. We can stay young forever. We'll stay young, young, young. «
After hearing Edward's desperate voice over the phone, I took action. As much as I was able to anyway way. He informed me of the horrid situation they were in. Bella's scent has attracted three nomadic vampires; one who was a tracker. His name was James and he wouldn't stop until he got Bella. Trackers were always so egotistical, narcissistic, and obsessive. They had been driving from Washington to Phoenix. It would take me about four hours to land and figure out a way to help them. I set aside my personal qualms for the sake of my coven.
They needed me.
The flight to Arizona was tough. There was nothing but concern coursing through my veins. There was no way I could get in contact with any of them while I was on the flight and I didn't know where they were at the time. If this tracker, James, was the one I had met many years ago; it wasn't good news.
New Orleans in 1940 reminded me so much like Gatlinburg. Half the town was running towards the future while the other clung on to tradition. It's been six years of my afterlife and this had been my first ever Mardi Gras.
As my heels cracked against the stone tiles of the streets; I inhaled the night in. The streets were bustling with life even at this late hour. Drunken party goers flooded the streets with music to accompany their sloppy moves. The aroma of alcohol and fried food almost put these people in a trance.
It was the perfect feeding ground.
Though I wasn't a fan of drinking from tainted blood. As simple as it was to take, the sober ones is whom I preferred. After all, what you put in your body is important. I rarely liked ingesting my body with toxins from my fodder. The iron would taste wretched and bitter. The thought alone sent shivers down my spine. As I patrolled the emptier streets of the town, the moonlight grew smaller each step. As if afraid to touch the desolate buildings several feet away. The lively chatter, lights, and music slowly seceded as the silence grew. Faintly, you could hear the crickets sing their song comfortably knowing no prey was nearby. The dark clouds loomed over the remaining light and shrouded the streets in absolute darkness.
My fingers repeatedly thudded against a fence as I passed a local park. The smell of fresh blood enveloped my nostrils as rapid footsteps drew closer to me. The stench alone enticed me hunger. Instinctively, I grabbed my stomach, waiting for the grumble.
It never came.
My internal organs were shut down.
What had I expected?
Suddenly, two hands dug themselves in my arms. Fear stricken and disheveled, the human pleaded with his eyes.
"P-please. Help." His voice was hoarse, throat dry with fear. The overwhelming scent of blood was distracting. Someone else was clearly toying with him. "Help me!" His voice boomed in the empty streets. Dry blood caked on the side of his cheek, there was a gash that ran down his temple. His arm also looked broken. Whoever this was was sadistic. A snarl escaped my throat but his fear kept him from realizing this. The hunger grew stronger as he pressed himself against me at the sound of trashcans clanging together. My black eyes turned to the direction of the culprit. There stood a vampire with short blond hair and menace in his crimson eyes. He's clearly already fed and simply toyed with the person in front of me. The man's knees gave out as he fell to the floor. "Run!" His hand clung to my wrist as he tried to crawl away with me. "What're-" I hadn't budged.
