Misguided Ghosts (Riley/Angela) (1/3)
I'm going away for a while
But I'll be back, don't try and follow me
'Cause I'll return as soon as possible
See I'm trying to find my place
But it might not be here where I feel safe
We all learn to make mistakes
- Misguided Ghosts, Paramore
Her pulse was quick with anxiety and nervousness, the quick constant rhythm alerting him to her presence. He mentally thanked whatever being had let the ignorant girl go into the woods in the middle of the night, all by herself no less.
He would scoff at human stupidity if he wasn't so hungry, having been weeks since he had a taste of human blood, his only sustenance came from the beasts that lingered in the forest, the smart ones had evacuated after the first few nights and the forest was empty of any noise since all the birds left.
It was a beautiful night, a blue moon was up in the sky, the stars were twinkling and the woods had a glow to it, the darkness concealing all that was unsightly, perfecting everything for a moonlit walk. Not that he was able to find any tacky couples or hikers in the woods since the battle, leaving him to feast on animals no stronger than a squirrel.
Bree didn't seem to mind living in a cave and feasting on woodland creatures but he knew if it wasn't for her loyalty to him, she would've gone weeks ago, probably to join the coven of the Cullens. The girl wanted a family; she talked and moaned about her old family enough to the point he was half-tempted to just order her away. But he wasn't that big of an idiot, no matter what had occurred in the battle, to let himself be alone and vulnerable. Though he wasn't sure where the aforementioned girl was at the moment, Bree had a tendency to dilly-dally and indulge in girly activities like picking flowers and dancing in meadows.
He didn't really mind, more for him then.
The human girl was making an odd activity of piling leaves, twirling the soaked vegetation with her fingers and generally looking quite calm. From his vantage point, it was easy enough to see her face. At first glance she didn't look anything special, her brown honey-streaked hair gleamed a lighter shade of blonde in the moonlight but her plain face and body that lacked any curves weren't going to make her stand out in the crowd. Though he saw that she was quite tall, around six foot tall, only a few inches shorter than him. If she was going to be remembered, it would be only for her height.
He could feel every part of his body screaming for blood, it had been too long since he had a taste of the right necessities his entire being demanded. At that moment it didn't matter who this girl was, what her damn name was or if people would even care if she disappeared. She was average, nonsensical, and sure her death would cause an uproar, but for how long? Months? Weeks? A year or two?
No, girls like her were never remembered. Perhaps she would be thought of as the girl who was killed and whose ghost still haunted the woods with her thirst for revenge, the perfect idiotic dare among male adolescents.
"Come on, Ange…" His ears perked up as she whispered to herself. "…you can do this; you've seen it before…"
He had no idea whatsoever to what she was talking to herself about but that didn't matter, he needed to feed now.
The girl suddenly made a small triumphant noise as, oh hell; a leaf hovered up into the air. The proud smile on the girl's face brightening up her features as more of leaves went up; flying around her in a dance to the music only they could hear.
He was sure his mind was playing tricks on him, the fatigue was doing things to his brain, causing him to imagine things. He'd seen a lot of things since his change but this was something else entirely. He just needed to feed and he'd be back to normal again…
He moved quietly, swiftly as not to alert her, he didn't want her to run. He could play with his food later.
He froze at her startled gasp, the leaves falling to the wet earth as she stared up at him from where she was sitting down, her brown eyes were wide with shock, her pulse quickening in fear at the sight of him. She must have seen the hunger in his eyes because she started scrambling away, her long legs and hands digging against the earth to put much distance between them as possible.
He resisted the urge to scowl and moved to grab her but before he could even get marginally close, he was suddenly flung back into the air, his back colliding hard on the trunk of a tree. He remained hovering, suspended in mid-air as some invisible force held him in place.
"What the…" He muttered out as the girl continued to stare at him in horror, her face losing much of its color. He tried to fight against the unseen force but no matter what he did was futile, he was stuck. "Get me down from here," He growled at the human who was lying stupidly on the ground. "Are you retarded? I said, get me down!"
She continued to stare at him for a second or two before finally making a move. She ran as fast as her mortal legs could carry her and as soon as she was a good distance away, the force around him disappeared. He crumpled to the ground, wondering to himself what the hell just happened.