Star Crossed Lovers

Tears formed but I didn’t cry. The pain was searing and deadly my breath was taken from my body and slowly I drifted into a sleep of silent unconscious.
    I’d been on the run for the past year and I’d had nightmares about this day the day that the Vampires found me. You see I am a Werewolf not a man hunting blood drinking Werewolf like you see in the movies but a sort of shape shifter I guess. The Vamps wouldn’t be after me if I were a normal Werewolf but I’m not. However much I try to settle down and be normal, I can’t. For the past fifteen years I’ve been on the run the first year of my life my mother thought I’d be human like any other girl born into a Werewolf family but then the signs started to show and I went through my first change at the age of seven. I’m the only girl Werewolf in existence. The Vamps sensed my first change and however much we all try to deny it all of us mythical creatures that aren’t supposed to even exist according to humans, well were all linked somehow. I don’t know why we all see that as a bad thing, we could use this strange feeling to help one another.
    When things got really bad my three brothers, my Father and Mother were killed. They were trying to protect me. The only thing that’s kept me running and living is the last words my Farther said to me.
    “Don’t ever lose hope faith, stay strong keep running” I picture his pale face and those deep sea blue eyes slowly fading from existence and I want to cry but I have to run. I see a Vamp not so far away and he looks like the leader of the pack. I pick the blooded stake up of the floor that I’d used to kill my father’s killer. And it stakes there leader straight through the heart. His face crumples and it feels so good to have done that to the guy that ordered it done to my Father. I flee the sight as they are all distracted with the bloody battle. 
  I am shaken awake to see four very blood thirsty Vampires hovering over me. I was pulled up and propped againsed the wall still bleary from being strangled.
    “What do you want?” I tried to ask but it came out crackled. My throat was dry and scratchy; this is what they had done to me.
    They all laughed and the one spoke to his accent was American as were all the others. I was English but on the run in Romania, how did they find me here?
    “So cutie, tell us what you have been up to the past I don’t know, thirteen months?” the one with the butterscotch coloured hair and the most hypnotising snake green eyes I had ever seen. He was the scariest. I burst into tears, this could not be happening to me, I made a promise to myself and my Family to stay alive for their sakes and at least try and get back to the pack where I belonged and where I could be safe.
    “Don’t cry babe, were trying to help you” one of the others sneered sarcastically. I didn’t know which because my eyes were so full of tears that I couldn’t see a thing. I blinked them back. I had to be strong and I had to get myself out of this mess.
    I looked around taking in my escape routes there were windows bordered with grey stone but it looked as if we were too high for even a Werewolf like me to jump out. There was one big wooden door to the left of me which was being guarded by what looked like humans, but I guessed they were under a hypnotic spell of some sort and were here againsed their will but would kill me straight off in a moment’s notice in the weak state I was in. There was no way out of this stone building, it was empty and there was nothing to hide behind or hit someone with.
    I felt myself getting weaker, I knew I needed blood but I doubted I was getting in here. The big wooden door screeched open. Someone or something walked through the door.
  “Where is she?” he growled. I couldn’t look up I was falling into drowsiness again my head drooped and my eyes closed. Soon to be jerked up again by cool smooth fingers that made my heart jump in funny ways. The first thing and only thing I see and smell to start with was the fresh blood that was dripping from his lips. I should have been frightened, but I wasn’t I felt funny and I defiantly needed that blood. The grip he had on my chin became smoother gentler.
    “Faith?” he asked almost a squeak, he had tears in his eyes. TEARS ACTUAL TEARS. But them eyes they were familiar and warm and a shock like an electric shock shook my whole body and a recognition came to me.
  “Damon” I breathed. I knew what this was and crap I hoped it wasn’t real. But he was...he was my soul mate we were linked from the dawn of time start-crossed lovers just like Romeo and Juliet. We knew each other without actually knowing each other.
  He turned to his mates/pack whatever these guys call each other “Get out” he growled again.
    He stood without a word once every one including the guards had left and paced the length of the stone room. I felt drowsy again and this time I knew I was going to lose consciousness...
  Something tasted good and I bit harder into what felt like flesh, the blood tingled my mouth and intoxicated me I moaned and so did some else... Oh My God... I knew whose blood this was. I pulled back.
    “Don’t ever do that again” I whispered, trying to sound angry.
    “You have the most beautiful accent” he smiled tracing his finger over my lips to get rid of the left over blood. My head shot up and some kind of recognition came to me. We weren’t in the stone room anymore we were flying in a plane.
  “W-Where the hell are we?” I asked “Where are you taking me?”
  “Were running away”
I was finding it hard to breath, not because of my injuries but because this stranger was trying to help me. But I knew it was bad news I couldn’t fall into a trap again