Anastasia POV

Burning.

Golden flames licked at my skin, and ferocious walls of pain towered over me, making me feel so ... small. Confusion, whipping, whirling never ending, swallowing me, and leaving me in a deadly embrace.
I'd been in this agony for god knows how long, but it felt like a thousand lifetimes.
Soon, I felt the pain receading, until it was just coming through the force of mere pin-pricks.

My eyes battled with the heavy lids, forcing them to flutter open.
I looked around, observing the scenario here.

Everything seemed so clear.
I could see every spec of dust: Every shade of grean on the grass surrounding me, stained with crimson read splatters.
My blood.

Where was I?
They pain took over once more as I realised...

Flashback

I was walking through the woods to get to my home. Everything was quiet, leaving room in my head to hear my own thoughts clearly.

Then again, all I was thinking about was the boy - Mike Newton, I believe - who kept pestering me to go to Prom with him. He just wouldn't give up, He really did seem like ... well, a golden retreiver.
Besides, that cute guy Emmett kept looking at me, seemingly hesitating over whether to ask me or not. I know, I know he had a girl friend, Ice-bitch, but I still thought that I might have a chance...

I was in a complete shrowd of ignorance to the man following me deeper and deeper into the forest, getting more ravenously hungry by the minute.

" Hey there Delilah, what's it like in new york city? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl tonight you look so pretty, yes you do .. Times square can't shine as bright as you .. I swear it's true ..." I sang, care-free as always.

I didn't know what I was in for.

" Hello gorgeous." A melodic voice emerged from right behind me.

" Heya sexy." I grinned automatically, setting back to my flirtatious nature. " What you doing out here?" I flicked my wavy mouse hair over my shoulder, and turned around. The pale, perfect mans ruby eyes seemed to turn to a shade of midnight black, and I was taken aback by it. What type of contacts was he wearing?

" Oh, just getting a spot of dinner.." He grinned, an evil glint in his already midnight eyes. He suddenly dissapeared, leaving nothing but cool air in his place.

I started to worry about the safety of my life, if not the stability of my mental health.

Within a matter of milliseconds, he was just a few mere inches away from my tender neck.

" What the -?" I started, before he pounced at me, and daggers peirced into my skin.
Stupid, Stupid, STUPID! what had I let myself in for?

I had no idea what an earth was happening.
It all just happened so fast.

In all this commotion, at first, I thought he had stabbed me.

But now I could feel the life, the very essence of me, being drained away.
I yelped out in pain, but it was too late now ...

End flashback

I whimpered at the memory, getting up to my feet.

What was I now? How come i was not dead?

The memories aside, Everything felt so ... amazing, and yet so disgusting at the same time. I felt like a monster.
But I couldn't be like the man who tried to kill me on that fateful day.
I just couldn't.

I scanned the scenery for a puddle of some sort, so I could wash my face and maybe see what I looked like.

I found a lake just a few miles away from the place where I was, and as soon as I set off for it, I was already there.

I looked at my appearance in the foggy waters, at suprise took over my features.

I was beautiful.
Absolutely stunning.

Not like the man who changed me, no. He was inhumanly beautiful, of course, but not like this.
Infact, not even ice-bitch (Rosalie) was to an immense beauty of this calibre.

I looked so much more ... sexy.

So divine and exquisit, I could have jumped for joy at that moment.
This girl in my reflection was everything a model could ever imagine, and more.

My once mousy hair had lightened to a golden honey colour, cascading down my neck, until it reached the middle of my back. It was formed in beautiful flowing ringlets. Strands of gold feathered my heart-shaped face, which in itself was so much more perfect then I ever could have imagined.

My one emerald grean eyes shone like a thousand rubies, although a liquid gold was seeping into them. My eyes were so big, framed by luscious, feathery lashes.
I never used to worry about my chest being to small: my breasts were averagely sized.
However, these firm beauties belonged to some high goddess.

I looked at my grascious curves, that any model would kill to have, and felt oddly blessed.
I was twice as stunning as the man who turned me into this was.
Heck, I was even taller.
My legs seemed never ending: things of pure brilliance to say the least.
Grinning, I showed two rows of flawless pearly teath.

Then, I looked to my clothes. They had been replaced: had my creator taken away my average clothes, and replaced them with these amazing items of clothing? Why had he abandoned me?

I was wearing a midnight black miniskirt, that barely covered my ass, and a red tight corset-type top, with a black ribbon loosely hung and tied into a bow as a belt.

My shoes were high-heel, a beautiful crimson to match my top. To be honest, if I were even remotely human still, I wouldn't even be able to walk in them.
Of course, I wasn't human.

I laughed, making the sound of a thousand angels. I gasped at the pure sounds of heaven that were coming from my plump, rose pink lips.

I couldn't believe this.

The girl in my reflection looked ... absolutely perfect.

She was the girl I'd always wanted to be.
The girl that wouldn't have been bullied.
The girl that wouldn't be a loner. An outcast.

Suddenly, as anger creeped into my system, an even stronger burning in my throat summoned.

Just thinking about it made the burning go even wilder.
I watched the girl in the reflection. Her eyes went from ruby red with gold flecks to a brilliant onyx, although the gold was still there, splatted in them like it had been flicked there by paintbrush.
I was surprised, but the burning made it hard to think.

The scent of human hit my nose, but it didn't make my mouth water.
There was no thirst for human beings, which I was thoroughly appreciating.
I wouldn't have to suffer the guilt of killing a human being!

That made me less of a monster then the man who turned me into ... this.

I felt like I needed something to quench my thirst, however.

I sensed a herd of dear coming my way, and they smelled much more appetising.

Venom pooled in the back of my mouth, and I grinned.

Faster, faster, faster they ran, until they were just a few metres away from me.

They smelt so divine ..

After a twange of guilt over what I was about to do subsided, I grinned once more. " Sorry guys." I whispered, before lunging at the biggest stag.

I snapped it's neck as quickly as I could, so the poor animal couldn't feel any pain as death consumed them.

My teeth sank into it's neck, and sweet nectar poured into my mouth.

I was entranced by the vision of the still creature lying before me.

The delicious tang of sweet , sweet liquid was overpowering.

After I'd drained the poor stag, now just a broken doll - No use to me- , I buried it deep within the ground.

If I had any luck whatsoever, The body would decompose before anyone by chance would dig it up, and discover them fatal bitemarks dotted around the creatures body.

I wondered what I would do now: Forks had known me as Anna Nasumi, and now they thought I was dead.

So where would I go?
And, moreover, where was I NOW?

I looked at my clothes, and saw that not a trace of blood was left on them.

I laughed, before turning on my heel, and collided with an ice-cold granite chest.

This man was one of my own: I could tell it by his supreme beauty and his ruby orbs dancing across my body, hesitating in more intimate areas.

" Hi. I'm Annastasia. I suppose you are ..?" I grinned, tucking a strand of gold behind my ear, stepping a bit closer to him.

He seemed overwhelmed, his eye's bugging, before realising he was supposed to be talking.

" I am Demetri Volturi." He smiled, before asking "What are you doing here?"

" Well Demetri, I started changing into ... whatever I am, about 3 days ago. And i'm here because my creator dropped me off here, although I haven't met him since he bit me." I sighed trailing my fingers down his arms, and I bit my lip lustfully.

I didn't understand what I was doing, but I had the sudden urge to fuck this dude senseless.

Demetri gulped. " W- well , do you want to come back with me? to the castle?"

" So i'll be the princess and you can be my prince charming?" I winked, closing in until our faces are almost touching.

I smiled as he leaned in, trying to get closer to my lips.

What was I doing?

" Well, that could be arranged ..." He whispered.

I leaned into his granite body, pressing into his hard bulge.

Soon, our lips were just a few millimetres apart, before I ran, appearing behind him in no less then the time it took a HUMAN to blink.

" Honey, what do you take me for?" I asked, amused, my sanity taking over.

Damn, what was I thinking? What was I doing?

My inpulses were running wild, wanting this guy to ram his massive cock into my tight hole...

SHUT UP INNER MONOLOGUE!

" Uh ... w- well ..." He stammered.

I felt my face light up as the sanity sunk into the back of my mind again, surprisingly yet slightly glad that it took a backseat. " I could be whatever you want me to be ... I could bring you to the peak of exctasy ... I could ride you like a cowboy ..." I whispered into his ear seductively.

The words were flowing from my mouth, and I had no control over them.

I brought my teeth to his ear, before nibbling gently, making him try unsuccessfully to suppress a moan.

" You could take me here, right now ..." I whispered once again, and I could smell his arousal in the air. I could just tell his cock was dripping with pre-cum right now ... I could sense his arousal .. I could shag him so hard ...

Hold on - WHAT WAS I DOING?

I had no control over it - it was taking over my body.

He grunted in agreement, and just as he went to crash his lips with mine as he rubbed his bulge against my hip ...

" Demetri? What are you doing?" A woman smirked, freezing us in our actions.

" Uh .." Was his oh-so witty response.

" I guess your coming with us then ...?" She asked. "I'm Chelsea, by the way."

She was pretty, like all of our kind, but in her own unique way. She was cute, smiling sweetly and yet amused. Chelsea was tall and statuesque, with supernatural beauty comparable to that of Rosalie, the fucking ice-bitch. Her hair was dark blonde, and her eyes a crimson red.

" I'm Annastasia." I smiled at her. " And i'd love to come with you."

She led us off in a uncomprehendable direction, that she told me was the way to the Volturi castle.

We ran in a comfortable silence, whilst Demetri lagged behind slightly.

He looked very akward, probably because the bulge in his trousers was ferocious, and didn't look like it was going down anytime soon. I just laughed my tinkling laugh.

Something big was going to happen to me sometime soon. I just knew it.