The sweet sensation exploded in her mouth and rushed down her throat. It was thick, delightful and she released a soft groan from the bac of her throat. Blood gushed from the open wound on the young mans neck and over the front of her top. It didn't taste as good as his, but it was just as good none the less.

He fell, lifeless, to from her arms in a heap on the ground. Stepping over him carelessly, she felt her hunger momentarily sedated.

Walking through the streets, Erica weaved between the shadows to keep from sight. Port Angeles was boring with nothing of interest for her to do. She blamed it on the small-town area with no big cities around. Feeding around these parts were slim and limited, she felt herself having to put feeding off for longer periods of time.

She wondered if she should return to Forks. It had been, what she assumed to be, weeks since she had returned in the general area and she was wondering what was taking her mate so long to locate her.

Victoria had grown restless as well, calling for Erica to return. The redhead had a plan but she wouldn't set her plan into motion without her sister by her side.

Sauntering along the back alleys, she listened to all the different noises coming from the homes around her. Animals and humans alike, couples and parents, children, and teenagers. Siblings could be heard fighting, both playful and little squabbles; it broke her heart to know she will never have that again. She might not have had the best of relationships with James, but they were always there for one another.

She had only had him for as long as she could remember; and now he was gone, and she was alone. No one could understand how she felt exactly. The Cullen's believed that they had some idea, but they still had family, still had one another. The wolves, they couldn't wrap their heads around what it was like to lose the only person that they had left in their existence.

Years upon years, she had spent all of it with James at her side; and before then, it was still her and James. She had died for him, she had been reborn into a better life to be with him again. He was never meant to be taken from her.

The streets were quiet as night crept onward, time rolling past carelessly. It was as though the word was mocking her, throwing her loneliness back in her face like it was nothing but a big joke. Erica couldn't make sense of much anymore. Her games had become twisted and distorted with reality and she could no longer differentiate what was of her own making. It made her feel out of control, made her fee as though she no longer designed her own decisions.

Growling at herself, she sped through the night, flitting past the quaint homes and long high way roads that led to Forks. She was quick, it was easy for her to when speed was bestowed to her as an ally. No matter the how little control she had, she would always know how good she was, how strong she was.

Trees grew thick then thin as she neared a town, the reservation. She found it quite ridiculous that not one wolf had come upon her trail and stopped her. She had trespassed onto their land, she had arrived at their front door yet not one of those shifters showed themselves against the threat that she imposed.

Strolling at a leisurely pace, Erica found herself near the center of the reserve. Homes surrounded her and she could hear that most people were already in bed, fast asleep.

Taking a quick moment to glance at her appearance, she found herself satisfied with how much of a mess she was. Blood coated her front, her hair stuck together and weighed heavy with how dirty it was. Clothes were torn and stained, dirty and she stood barefoot on their sacred soil.

"Help," she called out. Her voice wavered slightly and she began to act out a limp in her right leg. "Someone please help!"

Voices came mumbled from inside a small looking home. Lights flickered on as a man appeared at a door in pyjamas. A woman stood behind him, peering around his shoulder. Erica couldn't stop the smirk that overcame her when she spotted the resemblance to one of the dreadful wolves.

"Please sir, please help," she coughed out. She staggered slightly and made certain that her eyes were cast down.

"What? What's wrong?" the woman asked. She seemed concerned and carried herself like a mother.

"There was a crash, my car. I was on my way to see my friend Paul and this deer just came jumping from between the trees." The lie came easily as she spoke to the couple.

Erica could hear their intake of breath as she stepped into the light. She was well aware that she looked amiss, frightening even.

"Come in! Please come in, we'll call Paul for you. Do you need an ambulance, honey?" The woman stepped around her husband and made quick work of ushering Erica into her home.

It was small and homey, a respectable home for a respectable family.

"No, no that won't be necessary. Tell me, what are the names of my kind heroes?"

She kept her face out of direct view of the couple as they answered. "I'm Connie," the woman told her. "And this is my husband Kevin Littlesea."

Making her way around the room, she let her eyes wander over the multiple photos. Family pictures, portraits and what appeared to be school photos were placed as decoration in the room. A young boy was recurrent, the main theme in each captured memory.

"That's our son, Colin. He's upstairs in bed," Kevin told her.

"Wonderful," Erica grumbled as she spun to face the proud parents. She smiled at them when they backed away, eyes wide with fear. Her mouth covered with blood and crimson eyes rattling them to the core.

They back away, moving automatically to the stairs. Erica snapped her hand outward, ice ricing and blocking their path. Stalking forward, she wrapped a delicate hand around Kevin's throat and forced him to his knees. Connie called for her to stop, wailing as her hands hit hard against her marble skin.

"I need you to help me with something Connie. I need you to deliver a little message to Paul for me," Erica ordered.

Leaning forward, her teeth plunged into the man throat. She drank from him in the mouthfuls, relishing in the savoury flavour of his essence. It flowed down her throat fluidly, taming the fire that in her eternal thirst.

Pulling away, she took an unnecessary gasp of air and faced the woman. She heard the loud snap echo in the room as she broke the bone and dropped him to the floor.

Lifting a hand, she drew on her gift to cover he stairs in a thick layer of ice before forming a barricade. Blocking anyone from going up or down.

"Tell him his little monster says hello."

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