The Only One

This is my entry for the Coldest Girl in Coldtown competition and I'll be working on it all through September.

Sydney is the last of them, the only one that was able to escape. Although she is still of their kind, she is different. She has no desire to kill to fulfill her needs or to expose herself through her own mistakes, but not everyone sees that. One fatal mistake lead to the re-discovery of her kind and The Hunters were born. Everyone has the alert eye, the news has their updates and The Hunters have their weapons, there is no time for wrong choices. The Hunters are difficult to run around, it's like you're trying not to step on a crack in the pavement and one foot wrong will lead you to extermination.
Sydney knows that she is the last of all of them and she is already on the run, but she is not alone. Colton is the only one that believes she is different and has chosen to stand by her side and he can't possibly imagine what would happen if they were tracked... can you?


2. Perfection and Sorrow

  I swivel my shoulders in Colton's direction to study his beautifully structured face. His complexion is pale and pasty due to the lack of sun recently but from my eyes, his skin is flawlessly finished. His natural honey brown hair still appears to be groomed to satisfaction despite not being thoroughly cared for while on the road. Deep lines of concentration cross his forehead and his eyebrows are furrowed, all his attention on his actions. His stunning grey eyes have lost their intriguing shine and have been replaced by large, shadowy circles hanging from under his lashes. Finally, his constantly smiling peach lips are abnormally stretched into a thin, straight line, almost permanently glued in their current position but in my opinion I see them as... kissable.

   What am I thinking? There are hardly any human feelings left in my whole, entire body yet I still try to believe that I can love someone of a different species! If I let my thoughts take over, well, I don't want to put the pressure into my head at this moment. Plus, if I did trust myself to actually care for some innocent human in such a way, I may end up being found out through my mistakes which is something that I will most definitely not fall for.

  I bring my eyes back up to give Colton a sorrowful, worried glance but he has already met me halfway. I immediately snap by head back to the road and let my crimson locks hide the sides of my face. I just hope that my hair is enough to cover me because from the rising temperature of my cheeks, I am obviously tomato red and blushing terribly. 

  Colton spun the Honda's wheel and the vehicle obediently obeyed. We slowly jogged our way off of the road and into the nearest, empty layby. Colton yanked the keys from the ignition and the engine coughed, complained and suddenly fell silent. 

  We sat in peace for a few seconds, enjoying the pleasure of being completely motionless. As each car passed, I managed to make out the paralyzed  bodies through the windows, some clearly of my kind. A petite, secretive tear formed and tumbled down my cheek as I watched guiltily. All I can reassure myself with was that I didn't do it and neither did they.

  And then it happened. 

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