Prologue

I'd never given much thought to how I would die.

I had, however, given a lot of thought into becoming a vampire. Although being turned by the one person who I thought wanted me dead wasn't exactly how I'd seen myself entering the world of the living dead.

It was what it was, though. Life didn't always throw you the ball you expected, the one you'd planned to catch and tuck neatly into the chapter of your perfect little book.

I'd thought with Edward in my life that things had already taken a turn for the unexpected, but I was wrong.

I'd thought in my 18 years that I'd learnt right from wrong, but now I'm not so sure.

I'd thought that Victoria had wanted me dead; I'd thought her to be the villain in my little story, but in the past few months my story has changed, pages have been torn and re-written, the ink has turned to blood and limitless pages added, and I'm left with no clue what is to be written on them.

Perhaps I should have seen it coming.

After all, Victoria always said she was the one with the wicked curveball.