All I could remember – some speedy jet-like creature of some sort – came crashing down on me with the force that no human can contain. A pair of sharp razor like teeth, I think, came in contact and punctured my neck.

I also remembered that I had wandered helplessly into the woods sometime ago before all of whatever this was. I wonder why I did it. My mind was very foggy of any memory that I would have had contained before this strange occurrence. I had no idea what was happening – or had happened – to me.

Something was moving a short distance away from me. I could hear the quiet rustle of the leaves even though I couldn't see anything.

That had never happened before. I never had these super hyper bat ears I could use and hear from what seemed miles away. It made no sense.

That noise came to a closer proximity than before. It was like it was slowly drifting to where I lay. After seconds of peering around I saw where it was coming from, and more importantly, what it was. It looked like a normal human.

He didn't look all that strong, but he was very slim. It looked like the average body to me. He had he most interesting eyes – a sparkling topaz – that I couldn't take my eyes off of. His hair was bronze, disarranged, but it looked rather gorgeous.

I suddenly realized that this person was utterly perfect in every way. He looked like a model or a face in a dream – not real at all.

It was crazy how I could even see that far out. This boy was at least a few hundred feet away, but I could see every vivid detail he had to offer.

My hearing is like a bat, and my eyes are like telescopes – zooming in on every single detail of the forest. From the highest leaves on the cypress trees to the lowest shrub lying on the forest floor. I could see it all.

My mind raced through the possibilities: was I dead? Is this heaven-where you get all of these sudden enhanced senses? And why is this random boy slowly approaching me?

The questions came to me like bullets and they didn't slow down. Everything was whirling around me. I felt like the eye of a hurricane. All calm and collected inside, when the outside was nothing but pure terror.

During my moment of confusion, I felt cool hands touch my shoulder. I looked up, and saw that boy.

That amazingly flawless boy.

He was very cautious, like he was afraid to touch me. Maybe he knew what was happening to me.

He just stared at me and I looked at him very much the same. Wide and dazed eyes.

He weakly grasped my hand, in attempt to help me up. Somehow, even though he was trying, he couldn't lift me up. It was weird. I wasn't that heavy, was I?

After many failed attempts to stand me up, the boy just stopped. Another few moments passed and I got up myself. I started to walk in circles, immaturely thinking that this would answer my many questions. Then I realized something. I would usually trip over a root, or an overgrown plant or something, but not this time. I was so graceful, like an eagle gliding through the open air. This couldn't be real. I had to either of died, or I was dreaming.

The boy just stared at me again, like I was some new species of animal that has the cure to cancer. I wondered what he was thinking. I slowly walked toward him. I began to speak: "Uhh... hel-" then I realized another difference that my body encountered. My voice-it sounded like bells. Pure, in tune, beautiful sounding. I tried to finish my sentence, but my mouth just hung open.

"Oh, hello. My name is Edward. I was wanderi-"

"No. Wait. Do you know what is happening to me?" I blurted out.

"Oh, yes. I saw you come into the woods and, I, I started to follow you."

"Wait, why were you following me? You probably should be some where off with your girlfriend."

"I don't have a girlfriend, actually. I never have." That was a weird confession. He's amazingly handsome; he should have some beautiful girl attached to his side.

"Why I was following you was that I knew you were going to be in danger," he continued.

"I usually never get into any danger. I always go into the woods and nothing ever happens here, except this."

"Is that what you think? I've seen you around school,"

"You go to my school?" I pondered, my memories quite hazy, I couldn't see this Edward in my mind.

"Yes, and quite frankly you get yourself into trouble often. A couple days ago, you punched that Jacob Black in the face. You had a two day suspension."

"Why don't I remember that?" I still had no evidence to grasp the fact that I could no longer remember anything I had done in my whole life. It was like my mind had erased my life, and today, it had started a whole new one.

"Because you're a vampire."