Prologue

It has been my utmost horror, to find this dark secret that I never wanted to be a part of. And the circumstances that drove me to this new life were not the most pleasant. But in hope of moving to the

future, and not killing myself in depression, because of my new found abilities, not of want, I will try to cope with this. Golden Eyes is my future now, the first thing that I saw in this life, and what I hope

to be the last. Without him, this hell would have been unendurable. The physical and emotional aspects took a drain on me, but He knew what I was going through, able to see, and know what I really

needed. He gave me space and comfort when I needed it.

1. Abduction

Everything was as right as it can be in the life of a sixteen year old. I was living with my parents in Seattle. And I was just 2 months away from my seventeenth birthday. The day I had been waiting for

exactly ten months, I was eagerly waiting this day because that was the day my father was going to give me a car. My dream car: his 2006 Vista Blue Mustang GT Convertible. I dreamed of that driving

that car since I was twelve. This dreamed involved my long black hair flowing freely in the wild interstate air. What I loved most about this car was that it was the same shade of blue as my eyes were.

It was like we were a perfect match. And I loved my eyes for it. I am not vain in my looks, I am just proud of my unique features. There just aren't that many people in Washington with natural jet black

hair and electric blue eyes. Something that I was never able to let go of is the lack of sun in Seattle. While I saw all of the women on MTV, and Jersey Shore with orange looking tans, my skin was

incredibly white. I longed to go to a tanning salon, but my parents would never allow it because they did not want me to "pay to get cancer."

To prepare for the most wonderful day of my life, I was taking driving lessons along with my best friend Kayla. She was my age, but like me, lacked actual behind the wheel experience. Kayla was my

best friend forever. We met in the first day of middle school, and have been inseparable since then. . Today was our first day, and I was beyond nervous. I was up first but I freaked out as soon as the

car started to move, it felt like it was moving on its own, even though Kayla's dad said that it was me controlling it.

"IM GONNA CRASH!!" I screamed, using both of my hands to cover my eyes from the disaster that was bound to happen.

"For Christ's sake, Joanna! Get out of the car!" Mr. McHale, Kayla's dad, ordered me. I don't understand why he was being so protective of his car, his 88 Buick has nothing on the aesthetic side, and I

would consider it a favor to society to get it off the streets of Seattle, even if it would kill me in the process. Today, I was in favor of keeping my life, and not being committed for murder, with Kayla and

her dad in the car, so I stomped on the brake before I unbuckled myself from the death machine and jumped out. Mr. McHale quickly, as if in instinct, jumped to the driver's seat, and set the shift on

park.

"I think that we have endangered our lives enough for one day. Hop on the back, Joanna, I'll drive you home." I immediately felt embarrassed for putting my bestie and her dad in danger of dying.

"For being my first time in the driver's seat, I actually think I did okay." I pouted to my best friend, looking for anything in my mind that I did right. I couldn't go home to my dad just so he can be

disappointed in my less that acceptable driving skills. There was no way that he was going to give me his precious car if I didn't know how to drive it.

I was fidgeting in my seat; I did not want to admit these embarrassing events of today to my father when he came home. I said my goodbyes to Kayla and her dad as I got dropped off at my house.

But fate had other plans. As soon as Mr. McHale' car was around the corner, something heavy and cold fell on top of me. The last thing I remember was a lot of pain on my chest before I blacked out.