I LOVE the name natalia. So i decided to utilise my undying passion for it here. Right now, what she is, isn't clear. But i promise it gets clearer later on, ive typed it up already after all. ;)

Chapter 1 - Runaway

Letting out a gush of air, Natalia hurriedly escaped the port; her uncanny speed undoubtedly helped her in not being noticed. She had done it; she had come all the way from Italy to here, to venture out into the unknown, "once again". For once, her vampire side had come of use, her swift, rapid, movements enabled her to board the boat undetected, as she boarded it from Italy to America. She ventured out into the faint outline of the forest outside the port and ran, not losing energy for one moment. She felt this strange lure to run, she trusted her gut instincts, knowing that when the time comes she will know when to stop.

Flitting between trees, Natalia inhaled the woodsy aroma, absorbed it as if she hadn't witnessed nature for years. In her defence, this was most definitely the case. And should she bend down to kiss the ground, none would not blame her in any shape or form, had they known her circumstances. Natalia was a pessimist yet she had pride, if she was going to be locked in that place and threatened to death, no one was going to kill her but herself, that she was firm upon. While many would call it suicide, in Natalia's eyes it was a means to an end. That's why she had run, she wanted to kill herself, for once and for all this silver-haired female was going to end the hell she called life. And yet, Natalia had loved her life once, and every day, she found herself longing to that life once again, thus Natalia had decided to kill herself somewhere that reminded her of the good times. Somewhere that symbolised all the carefree laughter she had as a child, and under the endless sky to reflect the infinite love she held before life had turned its back on her.

She took a break when she saw the forest thinning, knowing that civilisation was undoubtedly close. She precariously walked through, not having enough of a vampire's grace to be eerily silent yet having just enough to minimise the potential loud crunches of the dry, fallen leaves detectable to the human ear. She slowly raised her hand to eye level and blew on it, a weak flame formed at the centre of her palm. She closed her eyes for a moment and carried on. She wasn't a vampire, and yet she was. She was invincible yet she wasn't. She had blood, and tanned skin yet her unnatural marble skin was enough to stop her dying at her previous attempts. And how do you kill a vampire? You cut them in pieces and burn them, of course. But this strange girl was smart enough to know that her body would be able to take car accidents, and motor bike collisions, guns and stabs. Well she was either smart, or she had done them all and failed; - trial and error. She had months to think of what she was going to do. She was going to find petrol. Just petrol. And she would burn herself. That was more than clear, in her head, even though it was just a theory.

She was far too close to civilisation by now, and she smiled to herself as she neared a small, dingy shop located on the other side of the road. It was called, "Forks Mechanics." There was surely going to be petrol there. She waited, for more than five hours, from the darkness of the forest until a man, dressed in navy overalls, appeared ,loading a car with a slightly mangled bottle. Had to be petrol. Natalia waited until the man disappeared indoors, and in the blink of an eye, she had taken the petrol and was already halfway across the road before the man had even flushed the toilet. She took a deep breath, and plunged further into the forest. She sighed, and looked around, mumbled incoherent words under her breath. She had carefully thought through this plan, she quickly ensured that the trees around her wouldn't catch fire and sat down on a log. She held a thin, silver pendant between her hands, she held on so hard, that you could see the lack of blood in her fingertips.

Natalia's POV (Finally! I got tired)

I'm scared. So scared. But I know it's the only choice I have. It was the only choice I had really had, after I lost three families one by one. After I was "taken in" by my grandfather, whom incidentally I should be immensely grateful for; I had no real hope to a proper life. The void inside me grew bigger by the day, and hunger had united with my other senses. Having had no food to eat for the past 3 weeks and a half, hunger became as normal to me as sight and smell. Once "grandpa's" little trio had seen where my powers lie, I was sure no good would come out of it, for me or the innocent. I had wanted so much in life; I wanted to be a doctor, like the "father" of my second family, I wanted to have my first kiss, and dye my hair and pierce my ears and read all of Agatha Christie's books. Just like any normal teenager, okay the last one not so much. But hey what can I say. I LOVED Agatha Christie. Look at me, here I am talking about books when I was about to kill myself. Talk about bookworm.

Third party POV (again *eye roll*)

She stood up, legs trembling, closed her eyes, and once again lit the flame on her outstretched left hand. The petrol covered every inch of her body, except for the left palm and slowly she raised the flame to touch her body. Instantaneously, her whole body was aflame. And yet she wasn't screaming. Not in pain or torturous agony. Nothing, except gingerly sobbing. Something so gentle yet piercing. Mesmiring yet saddening.

Natalia's POV

I plunged for air. The icy cold had taken over my senses, and blackened my sight. I hated the cold. Cold hands, and cold chests, and cold stares and cold hearts. The cold was a major component of my "grandfathers" entity, and when I awoke, I found myself inching towards the unknown source of heat. I couldn't muster enough power to open my eyes yet, so I felt around me. I was lying on fabric, not on water or on the hard ground of the forest. And there was also a pillow under me, which felt like a forgotten pleasure. Grunting, I opened my eyes to unwelcome sunlight.

"Sam" a soft female voice called "She's moving".

My eyes twitched towards the sources as I heard the rustling of more than one person's footsteps, move closer to where I appeared to be lying. I immediately felt a wet flannel over my forehead. Felt the gently pressure of small, gentle hands in mine and detected another larger presence on the right, placing something on the near table. My heart swelled, what was it? I was ecstatic, joyful; my heart burst out at the sight of compassion directed towards me... No this was wrong. I was being selfish, just as all those icy bastards had told me, a shiver ran down my spine as I recalled their cold touches. I wasn't going to let these people get hurt simply due to my presence, although, now I come to think of it how did I get here?

OKAY :D

there we upload the next one like later today.

Im actualy in the middle of exams.. yet i had to go and get this idea for a fic slap-right-dang in the middle of my GCSE's ;)

hope you guys like it :D