It had been exactly seventy years. Seventy years since Edward left me in the forest. To 'protect' me. It didn't exactly work out so well did it though? Victoria found me. I remember it all, I remember what happened. I remember the time I realized what had happened to me, and what could never happen again. Let me take you back seventy years. Victoria was there, the mate of James, who my Edward had killed. She wanted me now. Mate for mate. I remember her fierce red hair, blowing around like wild fire. Her pale, blood drained skin. Her bright red eyes, shining with glee. Her chiming voice, so beautiful, but frighting as she whisper in my ear.

"I am not going to kill you. Oh no. First you will feel the worst pain. The pain of my teeth. I won't bite you though. I will slash you with my teeth, leaving marks so you will never forget me, and what your love did to mine. And then I will bite, but not drink. The pain will last a week. It will burn you. After you have transformed, I will lock you in a room for thirty days, and let the thirst eat you alive. And then, I will burn the room. You along with it." That is what she had whispered to me. Well she had kept that promise. Well almost. She kept her promise about the scars. Across my now beautiful snow white skin were bright red scars, clearly visible against my new skin. Three of them. One across my eye, one across my neck, and one across my stomach. Than she bit me, on the palm of my left hand. I had transformed. For one whole week I laid there, on the ground, screaming, crying, but no one came. I could only hear the laughter of Victoria who never left, unless she went hunting. Then she locked me in the room. I guess she expected me to go mad in there. To be crazy and out of control, but I wasn't. For some reason, I had control. I sat in the corner of that room for thirty days, with my eyes shut, and my mouth burning. She hated that she couldn't get to me there, so she moved onto her next promise. Burning me alive. The only sure way to kill a vampire. I remember her starting the fire, I remember the smell of smoke. I shut my eyes tight, wishing I could cry. I remember sitting there in the dark, images of Edward flashing through my mind. I whispered a soft "I love you Edward", knowing he would never hear it. Then suddenly I heard as clear as day Victoria hissing from outside the room.

"Burning one of our own kind! You should be ashamed!", I heard a deep man's voice ring out. It sounded like loud brass bells, ringing through a large hall. I heard him grab her throat and rip her head off. Then the door burst open, and a large, dark skinned man came into the room. In his massive hands were holding Victoria's body and her head. I tried not to look at her.

"Get out of here! You are very weak! Meet me in front of the building, I'll take care of this woman", he said quickly, his voice quicker than a normals human's voice. I ran out of the room with inhuman speed. Finding my way out of the building was easy. I simply followed my nose. Finally I was out, where she had been keeping me for five months. The smell of the fresh air was calming yet very over whelming. I could suddenly see clearer, smell everything, and hear every noise. A few moments later, the dark man appeared once more. I had already heard what he done. He had thrown Victoria body and head into the fire, but he did not put out the fire. He turned to me, his dark red eyes bore into mine. He had a very broad look to him. His nose was very straight, and his chin stuck forward more than usual, yet he look majestic, mysterious.

"Quickly now, the police will soon be here. We need to retire to my hideout, and then to feed you. Your eyes are as black as the midnight sky! It's doesn't look like you've drunk anything for weeks!", the man said grabbing my arms with a firm grip, and running through the alleyway the burning building was by. I frowned, feeling my new pointy teeth against my firm lips.

"I have never drunk blood before, though it has been thirty days since my transformation", I told the man as we ran. The man looked shock, but did not slow his pace.

"You are only thirty days old? Yet you are so in control! And you seem to know what you are, and yet you don't seem frightened or disturbed. How can you be so young, yet so controlled of your thirst?", the man asked, swerving here or there to avoid peoples eyes, or a building in the way. Finally we reached a large and fancy place. It must have been about thirty stories high. The guy handed me a large hat, which spelled strongly of Victoria. I would have throw up, but my body didn't want to, it couldn't. The a man in a uniform quickly straightened up, and opened the door.

"W-welcome home m-master Daniels", the old man stuttered, as the man and I pasted. The tall, dark man, who was leading me flashed the doorman a smile. I heard the doorman shiver and gulp. As he walked in everyone in the lobby froze to watch us. He strutted across the lobby, and clicked the up button of the elevator. He turned to me, his voice to quiet for human ears.

"Holding your breath! Very good technique. I'm surprised your not ripping everyone's heads now as we speak", the man said with a small chuckle, his deep voice so dark,but clear. My mouth swelled with venom at the thought of all the people in the lobby. All the blood... I quickly snapped out of it. If there was one thing I remember about vampires it was that we have a choice. To be blood thirsty monsters, or to be calm, animal eating creatures. It was the thought of Edward's disapproving look in my head that kept me from turning on all the people in this room. That, and I was making sure I couldn't smell them. Finally the elevator came. The man and I got in, and no one joined us. I imagine a man with shining red eyes, and a girl with black eyes that were both extremely beautiful yet frighting at the same time, made people not want to join us in the small compartment. It was best though. I don't know what I would do if a human were to come in here, their scent overwhelming the small space. Actually I knew exactly what I would do. The man pressed the button thirty-two. The highest floor in the place. The man once more turned to me.

"I have been searching nearly centuries looking for one with your control! To think I came to you by accident! What luck!", the man declared, placing a dark, but marble hard hand on my shoulder. This time I turned to him.

"Could you please tell me what's going on? I know everything about vampires, and the process, but I don't what I am doing, where I am, who you are, what you want, when...", but the man held up a black hand, chuckling to himself.

"My dear you truly are something else. Let's get some blood into you before we start asking questions. In fact", he pulled out a cellphone, and pressed the number four. Speed dial I assumed. "I think I can get you some blood the moment we step into the door!" I felt my heart drop. Oh no. He wouldn't call up a human would he? He probably would. The only vampires to be known to follow the animal diet was the Cullens. Besides this man's eyes were a blood red. Human blood. I suddenly heard a soft, female voice. It was the most beautiful voice I have ever heard. Like an angel. I could imagine that this voice belonged to one, with golden curls and red lips.

"Hi Adam! Are you coming home? Taylor as been running the house like you have been gone for weeks, instead of hours! I do hope you come home soon he's driving everyone mad!", the beautiful voice said. The voice gave a small chuckled, that would've sent chills through my skin if I still had my blood. The man chuckled along, his voice almost a perfect harmony with her's.

"I'm sure he is. He means well, Taylor. Actually I'm on my way up now, and you'll never guess what I have!", he said excited. I could hear the girl on the other side give a small squeal that sounded like the high note on a piano.

"Could it possibly be another human? Two rewards in a row?", she asked excitedly. The man shook his head, even though the girl on the other side of the phone could not see.

"No you aren't getting that lucky! No I have a new vampire. A newborn. Please bring a gallon of O positive to the door. Her eyes are as black as the night sky, and the shadow under her eyes are darker than your purple eyeshadow", the man said seriously. I heard the girl give a small gasp, and then shushing someone.

"Taylor I need a gallon of O positive now! Adam's bringing home a newborn!", the girl said in a frightened, anxious voice. It was hard to believe such a voice could be worried.

"Adam I cannot believe you are bringing home a newborn! A newborn! What are you thinking? No wait more like how did you do it? Are we being chased? Should we pack?", the girl asked in a quick hurried voice, that would have been to fast for my normal human ears. The man laughed.

"You haven't seen her! She's the strangest thing I have ever come by! You'll see for yourself in a few minutes. No you don't need to pack and no we are not being chased. Actually you can remain completely calm. You'll be shocked when you see her!", the man declared. I could almost see the confused look, imaging a girl my age with golden curls, red lips, and completely white skin, like Rosalie almost, though the image in my head was more handsome than Rosalie. The image in my head looked like a noble elf from a book or something.

"Okay Adam if you are so sure. Taylor left a gallon by the door, but he is going to meet you outside the elevator. He is curious now, as am I. But I'm so glad it's a girl! In a couple decades we can be shopping partners!", the beautiful, angelic voice exclaimed. I frowned. They were so much like the Cullens. My family...

The door opened suddenly and standing before us was a tall, muscular guy. His skin looked to be the color of clouds, but as hard as stone. His eyes were wide, and a bright red that would have scared anyone to death. He had a head of pure gold hair, that hanged a bit in his eyes, which caused him to twitch his head, flipping his hair. Any human woman would have been kissing his feet at the site of him. He had a small dimple in his chin, and smile wrinkles that were probably not noticeable by the human eyes. He was was wearing long, denim, pants, with with a solid blue shirt, and a yellow jacket. He was frowning at me that made me feel guilty even though I had done nothing. A beautiful face like his should never frown. He slowly moved towards me and the man.

"Adam her eyes are completely black! Like coals in the snow!(they were seriously into describing things) How come you are not holding her back!", the guy asked, his song filled voice asked. It seemed like he was singing, his voice trembling in the middle between atone, and soprano. The man smiled, turning to me, his face in a bright beam as though he had caught a first prize stallion.

"She's in complete control. Calm as anything. Look at her! She is merely confused, and scared, but not the least bit out of control!", the man said proudly. I would have blushed with such praise, but instead I hid my face in my long red-ish brown hair. The guy looked to the man with surprise.

"Control? There is no way she can be in control! She must be thirsty beyond belief, not to mention a newborn!", the guy said throwing his hands in the air. I glared at him, my thirst that, thanks to the blond, had become now to much to stand. I turned to the man standing by me.

"Do you mind? I couldn't help, but overhear you on the phone. I believe you had someone get out a gallon of blood? I don't know if you mind, but thanks to your friend here", I said nodding to the blond haired guy, "my thirst is really burning me alive, though it was quite manageable until I was reminded of it." It was lie. My thirst had been burning me alive for the last thirty days. The reminder had just made it worse, if that was possible. The man turned serious, though I could see a grin behind his straight face.

"Of course! My room number is 8180. We'll catch up, you run ahead dear", he told me gesturing to the left hall. I nodded my head.

"Thank you, excuse me gentlemen", and with that I sped towards room 8180, thinking of nothing else but the relief of the blood. It was so close in my reach, only a few paces away. I wasn't thinking. Not of what my Edward would think, not of the two men behind me, not of how the blood had be obtained. Nothing. I finally reached the room. I was about to kick the door down, when the door suddenly opened. I didn't see who had opened it. No all I saw was it. Blood. The smell was so appealing, like freshly cooked brownies, it called to me.

I blinked, though I didn't need to. I heard voices behind me, somewhere off in the distance. I looked down at my hands that were covered in blood. I licked them clean, as though it was merely ice-cream. I looked around me. My light blue shirt, that was already torn and battered from Victoria's torturing, was stained deeply by blood. My pale blue skirt was torn as well, and was way shorter than I had remember. I glanced to the side where a large white hat and bucket sat beside me. I sniffed the bucket frowning. I had already licked that clean. My throat felt so much better. The burn was gone, my stomach full. My head was now completely clear. Everything came back to me. Where I was. A tall apartment place or something like that. Who was with. Vampires. At least three of them. Who I was. I was now a vampire. A blood thirsty, beautiful, frightful vampire. I remember Victoria's tortures, and flinched at the thought of them. I remember the burning of thirst and fire. I remember the sting of her teeth. I touched my face, and whimpered. I felt a long deep scar of a cut across my eye. If there was ever a moment I would have cried it would have been then, but no fluids came. I gulped, as I ran a hand down my chin, frightened of what I might fine. I held my breath as my hand came of a long scar that was slashed deep on the left side of my neck. I slowly let out a breath, and lifted up my shirt. Across my pearl white stomach was a huge, red scar. I whimpered again, throwing my head into my hands. I had remember Forks. My Edward, was no longer mine. He had rejected me. He didn't love me. I was merely a pet, a new toy, that grabbed his interest. I remembered all the Cullens were gone. They were no longer my family. And Charlie! Oh poor Charlie! What would he do! The moment Edward had left, I fainted to the ground, and woke up in the arms of Victoria. I had never come home. I had been gone for five months. For five months I had left Charlie. All alone. Helpless. Confused. Scared. Sad. I didn't want to even think how much he would have cried. And Renee! Oh poor Renee all the way in Florida! I wondered who would tell her. What they would tell her. Would they say I had gone missing or would they tell her I was dead? It wouldn't be so hard to believe I had had so many near-death experiences, surely it was about time they became more than experiences. I realized I wouldn't be able to see Charlie ever again. Or Renee. Mostly Renee. I could come back to Forks after a few years, and visit Charlie's grave, but my mother lived in Florida. One of the sunniest places in the world. I would have to wait for spring, when Jacksonville is at it's rainiest.

Then I thought of Jacob. My Jake. My sun, my stitch! I should have waited for him! I shouldn't have went cliff diving without him. I was stupid, selfish. I wanted to hear Edward's voice, and so I did. Right before Victoria's bright red hair flowing around in the water. Jake would never know what happened to me. There was something about Jake I was trying to remember, but I couldn't seem to recall it.

I sighed. I would get through this. I always did. Surely Alice would see a vision of me being a vampire, and Edward would come for me, when it hit me again. Right, I forgot. He doesn't love me, doesn't want me. He would probably just laugh, and mutter a "about time" if Alice had a vision of me now. Suddenly I heard a low, yet soft voice clear it's throat. I turned around to come face to face with a tall boy. He seemed to be my age. His body was tall, and lean, but you could his round muscles through his shirt and on his arms. He was wearing a simple black shirt, and a thin red jacket with a golden outline. He was wearing jeans with rips, and cuts, though it looked as though they were made that way. He was wearing a diamond earring in one of his small ears. His body was very pale, but not completely white like mine, or the blond boy's. His eyes were bright red like the others I had met, but slanted making me guess he was Asian. His nose was small, like his ears. He had messy black hair, and he was grinning at me with his white fangs practically glowing around him. His eyes seemed to twinkle.

"Ah you're done! Geez I can't believe how much you drank! Then again Adam told us what happened. Thirty days without blood right after your transformation? Good thing vampires can't die, because you surely would have! Here", he said holding out a pale hand. I hesitated, not afraid of him, but of getting blood on him. I grabbed his smooth, white hand, and he lightly me pulled me up to my feet with great ease. I seemed to bounced right up. I landed on my feet with no sound, and for the first time ever, with balance. He frowned.

"You look horrible! What happened to your face? And your hair? And your...oh yeah right", he said hitting himself in the head, as though he just remembered I had been tortured. He looked me up and down.

"Don't worry, Camellia will take care of you. Camellia!", the boy called, his voice soft, and smooth. He had a very strange voice, as though he was whispering, but it was loud and clear. Just then a girl just as tall as him came skipping in the room. Like the boy's her eyes were red and slanted, only her's were outlined with dark eyeliner and dark green eyeshadow. Her lips were full, and dark red, though that was probably the lipstick she was using. I sniffed. Sorry lipstick and gloss. It smelled strongly of coconut and kiwi. She had a small pixie nose, and ears like the boy, and her skin was also as smooth and pale as his. Her jet black hair was in a high ponytail, and came down past her shoulders. She had beads, feathers, and ribbons hanging from her hair tie so that they mixed with her hair. Her hair looked as though it had been straightened, then curled at the bottom. She was wearing a strapless, dark purple t-shirt, that came to her knees, and a pair of gold colored pants underneath. Her neck was dressed with long necklaces that held big beads, all different colors, all bright. Her earrings were long, and twirled giving the illusion of a twisted ladder that keeps winding, with was distracting as they changed colors. On one of her arms was a fish-net arming. She was wearing loud bangles, and lots of big rings. The only thing that seemed simple on her, was a diamond bracelet, with a little silver and blue charm. With my new eyes I was able to tell that they were real diamonds.

She smiled, allowing her brilliant white teeth to shine against her bright red lips.

"Oh good you're done! And my are you a mess!", the girl exclaimed in a high, clear voice. I stared shocked. This was the voice I had heard on the phone, only now in person her voice seemed to be even more elegant. Nothing compared to Ros...well you know who. The girl misread my surprised stare.

"Yes, yes I do dress a bit wacky, but hey! What'cha going to do!", she said happily laughing. I smiled, and shook my head.

"Yes you do dress a bit strange for my taste, but that's not what I was staring at. You're voice is so...so...bright?", I said searching for the right word. The boy laughed in amusement, slapping his knee. The girl folded her arms at him.

"Shut up Sonny! Go watch TV or something", the girl commanded. Sonny continued laughing, exiting the room. The girl rolled her eyes, and then turned back to be with a smile.

"Brothers! What are you gonna' do?", she asked with a giggle. "Thanks for the compliment though! I use to sing when I was human. My mom said I would be a great singer someday. I bet you were expecting some french blond, with fair white skin, and a black mole near my nose. Maybe twinkling eyes, and strumming a harp?" I laughed, my voice ringing our like small bells.

"Maybe not quite all that. Why didn't you continue to sing? I'm sure with your looks and voice you could be great!", I said, encouraging. The girl beamed.

"Thanks, but I can't. Adam says that it's to much of a risk. You know with the press and the paparazzi", she said rolling her eyes with a smile. "But I don't mind anymore! Now I make music! I have a whole studio! I mainly like mixing music, you know, taking a melody and turning into cool, funky, dance music. That's my favorite!", she exclaimed. I nodded, smiling. She clapped her hands together, making a ringing noise that I am sure no one, but vampires could hear.

"Alright let's get you all cleaned up! Than we can get to know each other more. I am pining to know more about how Adam found you. The boy you met over there is Sonny, my twin brother. If he annoys you, just unplug his TV. My name is Camellia, but please call me Cammie", she said with a bright smile, sticking out her hand. I shook it smiling back.

"Pleasure to meet you! My name is -", but I suddenly stopped. What was my name? An I, I knew it stared with an I. But what? I then realized I didn't remember much at all. Nothing about my early childhood, or about my friends, if I had any. I could only remember Forks, and Edward, and my parents, and Victoria and Jake! There was something about Jake I was trying to remember. Something about him that was really big, and had made me very surprised. But I couldn't remember. Maybe it was for the best. Even though Edward no longer loved me, I still loved him. Would it cause him pain to know what Victoria did to me? Would it cause him pain to know I was alive and a vampire? I remember him once saying, when I was human and asked him to turn me into a vampire to be with him, that he didn't want me to be damned. He didn't want me to live without a soul. Maybe he had loved me, but like a sister or a best friend. Or maybe he didn't turn me because he didn't want to spend the rest of forever with me. I didn't know what to do, but before I could say anything Cammie led me to a large bathroom, with a marble bath/hot tub with giant mirrors, and red oak cabinets. The bathroom was bigger than my living room in Forks. She patted me on the back.

"You don't have to tell me now if you can't remember. Take a hot bath, and just chill. That always works for me, and trust me the hot water feels great on our cold skin! I have everything in those cabinets(she said pointing to the large red oak cabinets) if you need anything. And trust me I have everything! I'll bring you a change of clothes when you're done", she said with a wink. She was about to close the door when she stopped suddenly.

"Hey you know you're really good at this", she said with a smile, and a look of envy. I was confused.

"What do you mean?", I asked my bell like voice. It was going to hard to get use to that. Cammie grinned.

"Being a vampire! You are taking it so well! It's like after all that has happened you're still as calm as the morning air! I'm still waiting for you to go into shock", she said truthfully. She meant well, and I was sure she was complimenting me. But her words reminded me of what Edward had once said. About me taking everything too well. She closed the door and left. I sighed, changed, and soaked in bubbles and water.

I remember that day well. Too well. Something seemed to attract me to vampires, and here I was. With my vampire family. My new family.