The Great Stand

A/N: I'd like to start by apoligizing for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes. All my original typing is done on Word Pad seeing as I do not have Microsoft Word. Please read and review, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. Also, I would much appreciate not reading that my FanFic "sucks", I would much rather read how it can improve. And now onto the actual story...

Much of that night was unclear. Simply fog in my memory, but alas it was there. Certain moments stood out more then anything. Fear. Panic. Pain. From the evidence I've been able to find of it, I can piece together the crime that occured on the streets of my hometown. I remember I was at Clara's house. She was hosting a party while her parents were out of town. Darren and I showed up together, as usual. Our fingers interlaced, we made our way inside. Music played loudly, and the bass's beat sent vibrations through the house. I left Darren's side to talk to Maria, and Darren went to talk to his friends.

"You know, it's a wonder they haven't been caught buying alcohol yet. They're such morons." Maria was saying, her words already slurred together. I stole her drink , and chugged it down. "Hey!"

"Atleast it won't go to waste," I said, grinning. Maria laughed, leaning against me for support. Her hair smelled of cigarette smoke.

"Ladies," Ben said, throwing his arms around our shoulders. "Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah, two beers, good sir," Maria said smiling, "Yet maybe five, at the rate I'm going."

"Coming up, gorgeus," He said, and then disappeared into the crowd.

"Hey, bitches," Lily said, standing casually by us.

"You just show up?" I asked her, looking around for Ben.

"Yeah, I had my mother drop me off over there," She said waving her arm in a random direction, nearly smacking someone in the face.

"Is she so deaf that she couldn't hear the music?" Maria asked, taking a cup from Ben's hands.

"That or too high to know the difference," She said with a laugh.

None of us knew it yet, but a neighbor had noticed the loud music. She'd gotten up, irratated, and called the police. She filed a complaint against Clara, going on and on about how obnoxious we all were. The call was recorded, and in the backround you could here the music that poluted the air. That was one of my various clues to indicate my actions that night. It's all very unclear to me about the next twenty minutes after that phone call. Partly because I got so drunk, I couldn't think straight.

I didn't hear the police knock, I didn't hear them kick down the door. I did, however, hear Hannah Giomatto scream. A few others yelled "Police! Take off!", and I remember running. I lost sight of Maria, Lily, Ben, and Darren. Later on, I would find out that Darren was one of the few who were arrested. Maria, Lily, Ben, and Clara took a car and ran for it. I just ran. I ran out the back door, and hopped the fence like many others. I ran down the backstreet, and cut through backyards, hopped fences, and hid from cars. I was in a group of ten originally. Three of the group would be arrested. Four hopped a fence that the rest of us didn't, and they cut across a lawn to somebody's mother's beauty salon. As for the rest of us, our fate was gruesome. Not one of us would ever be seen again, I'm afraid.

The names of my companions were unclear to me at the time. This was the first time we had met, and it would be the last. We were walking down a road that led to a dead end, our destination unclear at the time. From there, I remember hear something. Something follow us. It was quick after that. John Ryler would be the first to die, his screams fading along with his life. Grant Moore and I raced through the woods past the dead end. Then, I tripped. Grant kept running. The creature's teeth sunk into my neck, and the worst pain imaginable brought me to my knees. I screamed, and begged to be killed. However the creature had caught Grant's scent, and unfortunately, he smelled much better to the monster. The pain filled me, I could barely breathe, and death wouldn't come. The monster did not come back for me, and I managed to crawl under the safety of the remains of an old shed. I was there for three days. Three long, horrific days as the rain poured down. It was amazing that no one screaming that night. Even if the road with the dead end was, coincidentally, abandoned. Police did not search the woods because that was silly. No one ever went back there. Not even if they were drunk. Everyone knew better then that.

Except us, I'm afraid. After those long, three days I emerged from my hiding place a monster myself. Of course, I would soon learn that that wasn't the proper name. The one I was looking for was, in fact, vampire.

A/N: I'll be sure to include the Cullens in the next chapter. Pinky swear. ;)