The roar of the approaching car's engine drowned out anything else Amara could possibly hear. Her brown eyes shut tight. What was it? The sound was horrible and on top of that there was another nose, flatter and less like a growl, but no weaker in pitch than the other. The noise made her scream again and she swore she heard voices, people shouting around her, but she didn't know if they were real or not. How many times in her long eternity on Earth had she thought she heard human, live voices only to find out that they were the dead whispering in her ear before ripping her apart as they crossed over through her body? Too many. This could be one of those instances. It could all be fake. She didn't know the difference, not anymore.
Part of her wanted to die and thought, without hesitation or fear, that this finally might be her wish coming true. The thing or beast or whatever it was didn't look like it was going to stop and no one was rushing out to protect her. No bossy black haired vampires begging her to stay alive or keeping her from the saving grace of the after life. She would soon be free. Free from the horrible pain she felt every time a supernatural being died. Free from the confusion of what was real and what was the other side. Soon, it was would peaceful and silent. She didn't even care if it hurt because it would. The beast wasn't slowing down, wasn't hesitating in it's rush towards Amara. But she'd endured years of pain and the thought of brief suffering wasn't enough to deter her. When she stabbed herself before, her goal had been to die, not come here. Fate was only correcting itself. That or someone had finally taken pity on her.
Suddenly, a body, warm and alive, hit Amara's and arms briefly engulfed her. All she felt was hard concrete, the beastly noise faded and she was left with only a strange buzzing in her ear and slight dizziness. What happened? Had the car hit her? Had she died finally? Her eyes fluttered open, but what came into sight, after a moment of spinning and blurring, was nothing like what she hoped for. It was still the strange place she had fallen into before. Madison Valley or something. As if on cue, her heart beat finally reached her ears and she felt her lungs ache with breath. No, she wasn't dead. Amara was very much alive. In the midst of the town, she found herself staring up at the face of a young woman with golden hair. There was concern written on her face and Amara didn't understand at first how she had come to be looking up at the girl. Then it struck her. This person must have pushed her out of the way of that thing. This person saved her life.
"I just wanted to die..." she trailed off, voice barely more than a muffle. "I thought that thing would kill me. It was like a beast. Is that what it was? A beast? I don't understand. You saved me..."