Disclaimer: If I owned anything as wonderful as the Twilight universe, why would I waste my time writing fanfiction instead of books? I own nothing... sadly.

My room was dark and for some reason cold… I didn't know why. I looked around carefully. Yes, my small heater was still on, emitting a soft glow to indicate that it was.

As my eyes adjusted to the rest of the dark room, I found the reason for the cold- my window was wide open, blowing in chilly bursts of wind every few second. A little bit of rain found its way in, too.

I got up to close it, wrapping my arms around myself. I shivered, and not just from the cold. Why was my window open? I certainly didn't leave it that way. We'd lived in Tacoma for years- no one would be stupid enough to have a window agape in the winter. Of course, the wind was always strong- maybe I'd just forgotten to lock it and the window had been blown open… But my instincts told me that was not quite the case. I snapped it shut with another shudder. My stupid, overactive imagination…

I turned around just as the clouds shifted and the moon lit up my room. There were suddenly shadows everywhere, the most important of them being the one from a tall figure standing totally still by my door. My eyes flickered to his face and I stepped back in shock. His eyes were a severe, shocking red and his facial features were gorgeous. His dirty blonde hair fell into his eyes, increasing his look of mystique.

I did not have time to focus on the details, because a split second after I lay eyes on him, my breath was gone, knocked from me roughly, and I was over his shoulder. I was confused- what was happening? I was also, of course, terrified, because he was hard and cold and strong and I knew we were not in my room any longer. Wind whipped my hair around so hard that it stung my face, so I snapped my eyes shut. We were obviously going at a speed I was not used to, a speed that no one could be used to.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't… I was gasping for breath as it was.

I could not get the vision of the eyes out of my mind.

The dead, bright, horrific eyes.

The bloodred eyes.

A/N

Just in case you're wondering, this is set sometime around the beginning of Eclipse... When the newborn army was being formed. This story is, in fact, about one of those vampires, so... Yeah. (Wow, that came out lame.) If you don't like it, please just don't read it and don't flame me.

And also, this is not the first chapter- this is just the prologue.

Thanks,

Beth (Physically Inflated)