I had been wandering the dark woods for quite some time. Blood was dripping down my dirty face and my broken wrist crippled me with pain. My small Mazda lay in a heap of scrap metal somewhere, but where ever it lay was a mystery to me. I didn't realize how dumb it was to leave the road until I was way too lost to find my way back.
As I limped my way through the dense vegetation, I realized that the sun was making its decent. "Crap…I don't know how much longer I can do this…" Finally, emotion began to overcome me and I sat down on the damp earth, tears pooling within my blood-shot eyes. All I wanted was to see Bella. I thought to myself. She is probably wondering where I am at…Maybe I will just rest a bit. I knew that it was never safe to be in the woods alone, especially at night. I should have just stayed on the road…but no. I seem to believe myself to be a walking compass. Well, that idea was quite utterly undermined. I slumped up against a tree, trying to rest my weary legs in order to prepare myself for another long walk. As the sunset on the horizon painted the skies, my lids grew heavy. I struggled to keep them open, but to no avail. I drifted into an uneasy slumber.
The world around me was misty, and distorted shapes surrounded me. It seemed like they were struggling to make my world for me. And so because of that, my subconscious was able to identify this to be a dream. I could feel an evil surrounding me as I walked through my own world. Not a trace of blood was to be found and my wrists were in perfect condition. But there was an inescapable blackness that poisoned my senses. A sudden movement caught my attention. A flash of ivory skin and golden hair was all that my mind registered. Chills traveled up and down my spine while the hair on my arms stood tall. I wandered around this unidentifiable place, searching for whoever seemed to be searching for me. Then, I felt an angry hand grasp my arm. I gasped in excitement, insanely curious as to who was searching for me, but when I felt the pressure from his icy hands, I could only shudder. I turned to see who it was, but as his face entered my peripherals, a great darkness entered my mind.
I awoke violently. I tried to clear my vision with my hands, but as I attempted to bring them up, I only found them bound to the surface on which I lied. My eyes cleared themselves, but it was still too dark for me to see anything. One thing was certain: I definitely was not in the forest anymore. A sense of gratitude overcame me, for now I was not lost. That feeling was quickly replaced with fear. I had no idea where I was. I knew for certain that being chained up was not a good sign. I struggled to break free, which was of course useless. Everyone knows that if you are chained up, you were not meant to escape. I only wished I could see. This onset of fear made me forget about my broken wrist up until the point that I jerked to hard. Tears of anguish rolled down my sweaty face. This was not the kind of excitement I had in mind when I had made the long drive from Phoenix to what was supposed to be Forks. My walls came crashing down as soon as my car made contact with that tree. And now I am chained to an uncomfortable table and I have no idea where I am at. Life is wonderful. I was trying my best to pretend that everything was alright, that this was some kind of bad dream. It was working, in a sense. I wasn't exactly screaming for my life…at the moment.
"Well hello there, Samantha." My eyes that were previously shut snapped wide open. This person…knows my name…I looked around and I still couldn't see anything. The tension kept building up, and I felt as if I could have a heart attack any second. Suddenly, a click of a light switch turned on the bright bulb hanging above me. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I saw the keeper of my freedom. He was tall, with golden blonde hair tied back behind his head securely. He wore a brown leather jacket, but other than that, I couldn't notice anything else. My focus was mainly on his face. His heavenly face that called out to me was quite attractive. My eyes could go nowhere else. He had a crooked smile that was evil, yet inviting at the same time. I felt so much confusion as I looked upon his seemingly angelic features. His broad jaw line, his jet black eyes, everything about him made me hunger for him. But at the same time, his evil aura repelled me. I was only able to gape at him as he worked his way toward me.
"Don't you know that it isn't safe to travel through the woods by yourself?" Go figure…I thought to myself. I amazingly was able to keep calm as he approached me. He looked down at me with that beautiful crooked smile and all I could manage was an awkwardly loud gulp. He chuckled and brushed a lock of my blonde hair away from my aquamarine eyes. I shivered at the touch of his cold hand. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he placed his lips near my ear. "I just cannot kill you. You are too precious. But I can do you a tremendous favor." By this point, I was completely confused. What the hell is going on??!! I just came to visit Bella!! I didn't ask for all of this! I wish someone would help me out of this situation… He smiled even bigger as he bent down to kiss my forehead. I didn't realize until now that I was sobbing miserably. "W-where's…B-Bella??" I managed to stutter. I quickly regretted speaking her name. His eyes opened wide and he stood up quickly. "How do you know this name!" he snarled. I didn't answer him; I merely sobbed harder. Realizing that he wasn't getting an answer out of me, he laughed evilly. "Well I hope Bella likes what I have to give her!"
He dove on top of me and unchained my bindings. But I knew better than to try and run. I had had a lot of time to think. I wasn't stupid. I knew what he was. He was linked to Bella's newfound obsession. She wrote me letters about it. How she spent her spare time researching about them. She asked me to send her a book about them for Christmas. I didn't think they were real. But apparently they were and now was the point that the fear started to drive me mad. He was still laughing as he sunk his razor sharp teeth into my neck.
I felt nothing at first. I only felt the surprise that he was real. But as he drew away from my neck and looked at me with a satisfied look, I began to feel that wretched burning. It started at the point of where he bit me, and then spread quickly down my neck, through my arms, across my whole body, until there wasn't a spot that wasn't in excruciating pain. I lay there screaming as he watched me turn into a completely different being, something that is not known to truthfully exist. A vampire.