Running from the Volturi.
It all started out with a girl being attacked. She was running from someone on the street. The girl was an orphan, her parents died years ago. That didn't matter know, for this orphan girl was about to die. She was walking to the orphanage. She had walked out because she got in a fight with her roommate. That roommate would soon look at the TV and gasp, knowing her roommate had been last seen bleeding to death. The little Orphan girl's name was Channy. A very unique name.
I may have not mentioned before that I am Channy. This was the day that I died, or at least the first Time I did. This is a glimpse into my life; better yet, my second life. I ran as fast as I could. The men not far behind me. All I did was walk down the street in the dark. Before I knew it, I was being dragged by two men and a woman. I escaped the man's grasp and ran for the orphanage. Almost there. The man pushed me into a nearby ally and hit me in the stomach. It woman grabbed my arm, but before she could do anything; she was attacked.
Imagine being 11 and seeing a man quickly run up and snap someone's neck, especially after that person was beating you up.
"Hey what the heck," yelled one guy. Him and the other guy looked quickly at the man. The man looked angry as he ran towards them. They didn't hesitate to try to attack them. But within a matter of seconds, they were dead. I wasn't sure weather to fear this man, or befriend him.
"Thank you," I said. I was expecting him to smile and say "It weren't nothing man," like a cowboy in an old movie. But instead he muttered, "Run." I didn't understand what he meant, but seeing how he had just killed three people I didn't want to bother him. I started to run out. As I was halfway through the ally, I felt a sharp pain on my neck. I let out a scream as the pain overwhelmed me. I began crying.
As you can imagine, life for an orphan is pretty tragic. I've become so used to tragedy that seeing me cry is a spectacle unlike any other. Windows from a nearby apartment broke. I've had the power to shatter glass with my mind since I was young. I can only do it if I'm scared, sad, hurt, angry, or if I concentrate enough.
Finally, the pain stopped. I opened my eyes. I was no longer in an ally. I was on a couch. I saw the man from the ally.
"I'm sorry," he said. I tried to speak. What just happened? So many questions filled my head at once. Which one to ask first?
"What happened?" The man looked down.
"Many things at once," he said.
"Who are you?" The man didn't look up.
"Greg," he said.
"What are you?" The man sighed. His blond hair covering his face.
"Did you notice the blood?"
"Yes, why?"
"That's why you are one of us now."
'One of what?" He looked up at me.
"You're a vampire."
