-Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. That's that.-

I am running to escape.

Of course, a lot of running is because you're trying to escape something. Then again, there are those who run for pleasure. Hard on the knees of the average human.

Of course, I'm nothing at all average, according to Mimi. I'm nothing at all human, either. Mimi has taken care of me for was long as I can remember. She created me out of nothing, it seems. She DID take care of me perhaps, until that fateful day when it all disappeared, leaving nothing but instructions for what to do next.

So yes, I am running. Running away from fate, from the rest of humanity, to a place far north of here. Because being raised in southern California with an allergic reaction to sunlight isn't the best thing. Of course, I know NOW that it's not allergies. It's my identity.

And I'm not actually running. I'm being driven by a bloody idiot across the state. I could run faster than this putrid car.

But, this is why I'm traveling north, up to a small town that is home to a clan of otherworldies who are like I am. Who do not wish to feed on the humans.

"Moochers!" Mimi used to call them, the ones who drink human blood.

While being "chauffeured" there in this smelly old thing, I wish I was back home with her. But that's the past now. "What will I do with myself in the world?" I think.

I found out that I was created when I was only 15, which explains why I haven't grown much. At all.

I have absolutely no memory before that one moment just two years ago, waking up to an old woman grinning a gummy grin over me.

"Oh, she's going to be a good one." she said.

That was the beginning of life for me.

Or, un-life. Dis-life.

So this is where I end up. In this SUV with a driver whom I dislike, traveling north to pay a much needed visit with the Cullen clan. It's pretty much my only help for surviving out here.

I'm not like most other people. Of my kind, at least. Most of them like to be alone, or in pairs. But I guess I must have been quite a socialite as a human, because I NEED friends, I NEED people around me. Maybe if they accepted me into their little family, things would be better off for me.

Mr. Smelly, which is the nickname I gave the driver, hacks up something. Ew. Mr. Smelly is actually a close friend of Mimi's. Apparently, she "knew" this was going to happen, and set him up to be my driver when I needed "escape". Mr. Smelly must be the stankiest vampire in existence. Not even a HUMAN could possibly smell that bad. How he got this way, I'll never know. I don't think I want to know.

Bored, I stick my face just a few inched out the open window. Amazing. The cool breeze rushing by is a good rush. My eyes pick up every detail of the mini-marts and road signs we pass.

I can sense the smells of burnt french fries and fried chicken. It means nothing to me now. Sometimes, food smells so good, especially meat, that I wish I could eat again. I even TRIED to eat a piece of turkey one day. That only resulted in some pukey.

I wish this stupid car would go FASTER. I wanted more rush, more adrenaline! 50 mph's was Not cutting it for me. Sure, we were about 10 over the speed limit already! Do you think I care? No.

Does the driver care? No.

Do any of the law enforcement members in this rinky-dink little truck-stop town care? No.

I wanted to be in control, I wanted to drive this piece of rust. That's another one of my little things, I like being in control. I think that maybe, back when I was still a human, I had OCD or something.

I sighed. We were still FAR from Washington. The good thing about not having to sleep is that we can drive through the night, and the journey is quicker. The BAD side is that not sleeping is making time seem to pass slower.

"What if this will be my new life, being carted around trying to find somebody for the rest of eternity?!" I could just see that. Me in 3008, being driven around by Smelly guy in a space ship.

This could be the beginning of the end for this un-life. But hey, at least I still have my "vegetarianism" I won't let the lust that's in my form consume me. I'm stronger than that.

As long as I am alive, or un-alive, I will fight.

I will not stay unwanted.

I will not be unknown.

But I will not let it consume me.

I will stay unowned.