Chapter 1 Death

My life started May 18, 1989 and it end a short 20 years later on December 2, 2009 at 2:45 am and about 72 hour later my new life started. In those 72 hours my body was in more pain than it had been in my death. This fire made getting hit by that car nothing. I heard voices but only when I couldn't scream anymore.

"It is almost over, just stay strong"

Besides that all I could hear was them talking to each other. I couldn't make it make sense. They keep saying it will be alright, no one is perfect and one of them keep saying sorry to me and the other, she just keep apologizing. If that girl was the reason I was in so much pain I would kill her. That is if I could ever move again. The longer I was there the more I could hear and smell and a new worse burn built in my throat. Finally the burn got weaker not like a fire being put out more like slowly dying down.

"Please don't open your eyes yet let me explained things first. My name is Carlisle Cullen and my daughter Bella found you"

"I'm so sorry"

"Bella let me finish, she found you after the car hit you and she could not help herself and she bite you…"

"Bella it is ok. We all make mistake"

"Edward, please no more interruptions. Because Bella bite you and didn't kill you…..now you're one of us now, a vampire."

My eyes opened before he finished the word. My mind was working on two planes now not like multitasking but more like to separate complete minds on at once. I thought of everything I knew about vampires. Things I had learned from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and movies like 30 Days of Night. There were some many different variations.

My other mind was thinking about what my eyes where seeing. I don't even know where to start. This place looks like a hospital. Everything was in HD or like under a microscope but more clear. I could see every strand of hair on their head and there were a lot of heads. There were four women and four men. They were the most beautiful people I had ever seen. They all had pale skin and honey colored eyes. Then a third mind woke up angry and the burn in my throat got worse. Two of the boy, one a blond with all these mark on his body and the other a brunette (not really a brunette because his hair had a red tint) yelled "Carlisle" at the same time.

"Of course," he said, "you must be so thirsty"

Thirst that was the burn in my throat. Vampire. Thirst. I needed blood. Now I stopped think about what I knew about vampire and just thought about what they did. They killed people. They are monsters. I am a monster. I wish I knew which one was Bella so I could killer her. I would be better off dead.

"Stop that now. Bella didn't mean to do this and you are lucky she had the will to stop." He looked so angry I thought he may attack "If you try to hurt Bella, I will" said the one I was pretty sure was named Edward. I just nodded, because I could tell he meant it.

A girl with long brown hair left the room. She must have been Bella. How could she do this to me? I just keep wish I would have died.

"You should not think like that. If you find someone you true love this life can be pure bless. And yes I'm Edward and she was Bella", Edward said. He tried to follow here but one of the boys stopped him and said that they need him.

Now I was confused. Had I been talking out loud

"No. I can read peoples thoughts"

"What!?!?" I said in a voice that was not my own.

"When you changed your voice changed too and so did your looks and how you smell, and sometime you get a gift like my reading minds. That is why you don't sound the same"

"Edward that is too much, give the girl so time to process." A women with a heart shaped face said.

She was right my thought were everywhere. I looked different and sounded different and had to kill people. Oh yah this is a great new life.

"You don't have to kill people; we live off animal blood, and we will take you hunting very soon. We just have some questions for you." Edward said.

"Okay" I said in my new voice. Honesty I missed my old voice, which I had always hated. I used to sound like a small child with a cold (raspy and high pitched).

He looked at Carlisle, the blond man.

"What is your name and where are you from?" Carlisle ask very sweetly.

"My name is Amanda Brooks, and I'm from Lowell, Massachusetts" I respond.

I wasn't even sure if I was still that person. Was I still the same quiet girl. Quiet not because I am shy but because I only speak when I have something to say. I had never felt the need to fill my time with meaningless small talk. Was I still the same overconfident person. Was I still the person who saw close friends (real friends) as family and family as another part of myself. I want to cry but I could get the tears out. So many times when I was alive I want to hold back my tears and be strong. Now as hard as I cried on the inside there was nothing on the outside.