Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Or Any of the Characters That may be mention (other then Boyd). All of that belongs to Stephanie Myers in all her brilliance.

Chapter 1

Who really knows how they are going to die? I sure didn't have the slightest clue how I was going to die. At twenty-five years of age, it's really not at the front of most peoples thoughts. I wasn't your normal guy for my age, a lot of things had happened in my life to make me mature much faster then most.

Losing faith in people is one of the first things I learned in life. Learning that the people who were meant to take care of you, could actually hurt you was a tough lesson. The next lesson to learn was that death comes for us all, even the people you love. My father was killed at a time in my life when I needed him most.

Just last year I was a hard working guy, living alone and fairly happy with the way things were. Sure, who doesn't want someone to spend their time with, but I just hadn't found that someone yet. People my age were still partying or still in school, hell most were doing both come to think of it.

School had never really been my thing. Sure, I was smart and did well in every class except math. I just didn't feel the need or the drive to go through 4 more years of sitting behind a desk and listening to some teacher go on and on.

One Friday night a friend called me up and wanted me to come to a bonfire party with him. I wasn't doing anything but sitting around on my computer, so I agreed. He told me to meet him out at the old farm pasture on an old side of town.

I arrived to find a gathering like you see in most movies. A lot of people , a lot of beer and the pungent aroma of wacky tobaccy. The fire was huge, they had knocked down an old barn in the pasture and set it ablaze. Someone handed me a beer and a joint, "Why not?" I thought. I was here to enjoy myself after all. I walked around and found a group of my old high school buddies sitting around a smaller fire off to the side. I decided to join them.

"...That's not true man there's no way someone can survive that!" I heard Robert said.

"I saw it dude, the car flipped over like 10 times and started to catch on fire, and out she walked like she just parked the car in the walmart parking lot." Mark said

"Whats are you guys talking about?" I asked as I walked up.

"Yo, Boyd man whats been happening? I was just telling these guys about an accident I seen this week. Some chick locked up her brakes on a wet road to avoid hitting some brat chasing a frisbee, and she lost it. One of the most horrible accidents I've ever seen since I started with the police department. But she just walked out like it was nothing." Mark said.

"Who was she?" I asked.

"She said her name was Brittney Banard, said she had always been lucky when I asked her how she just survived that. I wrote up the report and asked if she wanted to go the hospital just to be checked out, she said she was fine and just walked away. Come to find out the name and id were a fake. We have no clue who she is." Mark Explained.

"That is hard to believe man but I know you couldn't make something like that up, your not smart enough!" I said, while dodging a backhand.

"She was smoking hot though, never seen her before. Haven't seen her since. I got my ass chewed for not looking up her info before I let her go though. It would look really good if I could get her real info." Mark said.

"Good luck with that." I said, as I walked off.

I spent the rest of the night sitting on a hay stack, stacked to look like a giant lazy boy, listening to music and all the jokes around the bonfire. I had a little to much to drink and ended up passing out in my make shift lazy boy.

When I woke up it was still dark outside, the party was over and I was left alone, the fire still going a few feet away. I was really regretting the last 3 beers I had as I had a headache the size of Montana.

"You look like you just got run over" I heard from behind me.

I turned around to see the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, especially in these parts. She was about 5'6" with long black hair. Her skin color was almost pearlescent, Even just outside the firelight I could see her clearly. Her face was almost her most amazing of her features, strangely oval and flawless. The thing that caught my attention the most were her eyes, blood red and seemed to almost pulsate as she looked at me.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" She asked.

"I was just asking myself the same question, Passed out after a few drinks and I wake up here alone. Well maybe not alone from the looks of it. Who are you? " I asked

She smiled as she walked to the haystack beside me. "You can call me Brittney, I saw the bonfire and thought I would come see what was going on, From the looks of it I missed most of the fun."

"It wasn't much, just a bunch of drunk rednecks and idiots dancing around a fire." I replied.

I stood up to stretch after laying in a haystack most of the night. As I was coming off the stack I slipped and landed on a broke beer bottle. My hand was cut pretty deep from the pinky across my palm to my thumb.

Over my shoulder I heard a growl, Being in the pasture I figured it was a Coyote snooping around the fire. To my Surprise it was Brittney, Crouched down like a football player and staring at me.

Before I could say or do anything she was on top of me. I tried to push her off of me but I might as well be pushing a boulder, she was stronger then anyone i'd ever wrestled with before. She grabbed my arm and twisted it behind my back, I felt my shoulder pop out of socket and I screamed in pain.

Then she did something I wasn't expecting. She licked my hand and then sunk her teath into my palm.

Fire Filled my Veins. . .