Summary- I have a secret that might kill me and all those around me. Can I figure it out how to stop this? How to save them as well as those like me?

Disclaimer: I own nothing belonging to the Twilight Saga.

If any one faculty of our nature may be called more wonderful than the rest, I do think it is memory. There seems something more speakingly incomprehensible in the powers, the failures, the inequalities of memory, than in any other of our intelligences. The memory is sometimes so retentive, so serviceable, so obedient; at others, so bewildered and so weak; and at others again, so tyrannical, so beyond control! We are, to be sure, a miracle every way; but our powers of recollecting and of forgetting do seem peculiarly past finding out.
-Jane Austen-

Prologue:

The shadows of darkness surrounded me chocking me to death making me fear every noise of movement.

My heart pounded as I ran through the thick brushes of trees, hiding from the monsters in the dark; that had come to claim me as one of their own.

The piercing screams of my family surround me, making me want nothing more than to run to their aid, but mama had told me to run and not look back. So I did, I ran through the darkness stumbling over the hided objects in my path.

I fell hard, too weak to get back up; the sob's escaped my throat rapidly.

"I'm sorry mama...I can't run, not anymore" I whispered into the night air.

Everything suddenly stopped. There was no screams, no noise, not even the faint sound of crickets. Everything was completely quiet, except the sound of my heart beating and the sobs that escaped my throat. I put my hand over my mouth to quiet them.

I heard the footsteps, walking slowly towards me. The sound of twigs breaking made me aware of the monsters approach. I laid in fetal position. Praying to wake up having this be only a horrid dream.

The monster slowly approached bending down towards me. It would only be a matter of time till all hope would be lost, if it wasn't lost already.

With a swipe of his hand I was in his arms, the motion around me alerted me to the fact that he was running, at high speeds.

The sound of the door opening made me open my eyes; I was back in my home.

I looked up and for the first time I could see the red eyes of the monster. The light from the room made him appear as an angel, though he was far from it.

How could something so beautiful be so evil?

Though his eyes were red it didn't make him any less beautiful. Beyond beautiful truthfully, he was a god like creature more inhuman then anything. His skin was pale, making his red eyes stand out even more. I couldn't help but stare.

I looked around searching and looking for anything; my gaze stopped at the lifeless body on the floor. "Mama?" I whispered.

I knew she was dead, my heart stopped. Just as my end was coming silent tears flooded my eyes as I mourned for my mother, along with myself, hoping that maybe the others got away.

Knowing my life was coming to an end, I shut my eyes praying it would be fast and pain free. "Please" my voice was quiet but I knew he understood my meaning.

He laid me down on the dining table; only a few feet from my mother's own body, I felt the coldness of his body hover above me as I waited to die in his arms.

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Gasping I woke up for air. I quickly looked around knowing that I would see my bare room, and not the room that haunted my dreams. I put my hand on my chest trying to slow down my rapid heartbeat. I knew it was just a dream I had, just a silly nightmare that's been haunting me since I could remember.

You would think I would be over it by now, but I was far from over it. Though I knew it was just a dream every moment after I woke up my body feared as if it was real. I took another glance around, taking more of an observation this time.

The Pale green walls, the empty desk, and the boxes of packed objects filling every corner of the room; showing me once again that I was safe and in the room I grew up in for seventeen years.

I let my sense take over as I leaned back against the headboard of my bed, shutting my eyes taking deep breaths; trying to calm myself. I let the feeling of calmness overtake the feeling of fear. Listening to every sound made in the house, hearing that no danger was near me my heart slowed and I felt safe. How weird that I was so use to waking up frightened that I knew just what to do to get calm.

I heard a soft buzzing noise; I opened my eyes seeing the white light of my phone shinning on the stand next to my bed. I checked phone, seeing I had one new message from 'Christina' my best friend, well one of my best friends. I flipped open the phone, smiling as I read what she wrote.

Can't believe ur leaving 2mrw.
ur dad is ruining our life
he better be prepared for the
wrath of Christina 2mrw.
B there 6! Love you bestie.

Realization hit me once again, this time from another nightmare, a real nightmare. Tomorrow I would be leaving my small home near the Jersey Shore to move far away to a tiny town called kings cove in Alaska. That's right Alaska of all places my father decides to move us too in the United States, he picks the one that isn't even connected to U.S.

As I thought on what life would be like in my new home, I drifted off to sleep; strange voices peaking into my consciousness.

"You can't be serious. You taking her away from here is the worst thing!"

"I'm not going to let her become like her mother!"

"The best way to protect her is to keep her here with us David!"

"Keep your voice down, you'll wake her"

"You're bringing her into the lion's den!"

"I'm doing what's best!"

"For who? You take her away and you leave her unprotected, not to mention us."

"Get out of my house!"

"Dav-"

"Now"

The door slammed shut making the strange voices of my dream disappearing along with it.