I do not own twilight

Preface

It was a cold and chilling October, I remember like it was just yesterday. There were children playing all around me as I was led by strangers away from the happy and unsuspecting children to a large building which I have not left to this day. To the children playing it was a house. A safe Haven. But to me it is and always will be a prison in which I spent the darkest moments of my life.

As the metal doors slammed shut I glanced over my shoulder taking one last look at the court yard full of happiness and joy of, which I wont see for a very long time or ever enjoy myself,through the tiny window. My attention was drown away from the window as one of the the strangers that surrounded me raised his gun and WHAM...

I fell onto the floor from the force of his gun colliding with my head. I was dizzy and my body protested getting up, but that same stranger pulled me up by my hair dragging me down hallways lined with doors. Then we got to a dead end. Or so I thought. A guard pulled out a single key. He took a picture of an Indian whispering into a horse's ear. Under it was a key whole. when he turned the key the wall slid open reveling an elevator.

Once again I was forced to move and push pushed in the elevator. I expected the others to follow but the doors slid shut and it started moving up. DING...And with that the door cleared open. And there waiting for me was a man with long black hair and the scariest thing my young eyes had ever seen. Blood red eyes

"There, there" He said in a angelic, but demonic voice, as he pulled me into a hug. His lips started to creep open and he started to suck on my neck. I was terrified.

Then I had the last noise I would ever make for quite a while. I let out a shriek.

He pulled away from my neck, still holding my little and fragile body in this embrace, and carried me to the end of hallway we were in. He opened the door and sat me down on the bed in the left corner.

As he set me down he rapped hold of my arms and looked me straight in the eyes saying " You are know long Kristina, you are nothing." And with that he left.

I walked to the window looking at my new view. It wasn't of the garden like at home or the children in the court yard playing. It was of seemed like a war zone. Smoke filled the Sky and fires raged in many areas along the large stone wall that looked to belong to the side of a castle, which must have been hiding this from the rest of the world. There were more creators like "him". They world lung at each other and tare each other apart, throeing the pieces into the fire. I could see windows in the castle wall and see more of "his" kind watching. And worst of all enjoying what the saw.

As I stood there watching this horrendous sight I thought about the heroes that will save me in the years to come.