Disclaimer: I do not Twilight or the characters. It is all Stephanie Meyer's stuff!
Preface:
I 'm tired of running. I'm sick of who I am. I don't quite know how I even exist. My father was a vampire and my mother an unchanged werewolf. My name is Nevaeh. Its Heaven backwards. My mother named me before I left her and my brother. I am a five-foot-six vampire with no venom, a heartbeat, reddish-brown undertone (making me look copper), and smell like s'mores to humans. I have long, black, flowing curls that come down to the middle of my back. My eyes have always been the red of a nomadic but have changed to a dark crimson over my seventeen years of existence… literally. As soon as I was born, I was growing, changing into the vampire that I am and stopped after seven years looking sixteen. I am tracker because of my father, but due to the werewolf gene from my mother, I can only stand to drink animal blood.
