Run that's what my subconscious told me, run and don't look back. I pushed low branches and greenery out of my way as I ran, I pumped my legs as hard as I could. However in dreams I forgot that no matter how hard you run you didn't actually move as fast as you would in reality. He laughed at my feeble attempt to run away from him. "As if you can out run me!" He yelled, in all but a millisecond he was in front of me. He smiled full of malice as his hand shot out and clutched my throat, cutting off my ability to breath as he held me a foot above ground; he chuckled as I attempted to scratch at his hand and tried to kick him anywhere, doing anything to get him to let me go. However he pulled me closer to him, so close that I could smell his sweet breath; almost like his breath was made of the sweetest honey, under any other circumstances it would've enticed me. "As if you can fight me off." Turning he threw me a few meters away only to run inhumanely over to me once again, turning me roughly so I lay on my back. Looking up I met his black onyx eyes, even the white of his eyes were black looking like he was possessed; however he smiled as he grabbed my shoulders and looked into my eyes as if looking into my soul for some sort of answer, though he found none. "I was made to kill." He cooed at me then dove for my exposed neck. All rights go to Stephanie Meyer, I do not own her characters. Though this is for purely enjoyment there are some sensitive issues involved including: -Sexual harrassment -Substance abuse -Mention of suicide -Mental abuse