Prologue: Turning Point

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People said turning points were certain moments in life when important people were forced to make an important decision that would have tremendous repercussions in the whole world. I didn't agree. I thought life was full of them and that every choice we made was one. Who would've thought the decision of moving to that small town in particular would become a turning point in my life? I mean, I've been moving from town to town for more than I would have liked. I could have chosen any place in the world but, somehow, I ended up there, and my life was never the same after that.

I couldn't believe my eyes. Ever since I woke up from my transformation I always trusted my senses more than I trusted myself. Now, I didn't know if my mind was playing tricks on me or if I had finally lost it. Could vampires go crazy? I wasn't sure, but it wouldn't be the first time something unusual happened around me, even by vampire standards.

Anyway, this couldn't be real. He was dead. I knew it, and what was harder, I had accepted it decades ago. It couldn't be real; he wasn't real. This was just my mind wanting me to suffer even more than I did when we were told the news of his sudden disappearance. He was dead, period.

However, he was slightly different from what I remembered. His skin was like alabaster; his body, more defined and muscled; and his eyes weren't the clear blue I remembered them to be, but a dark shade of gold, just like mine.

What if…? No. I couldn't allow myself to hope. Nothing had managed to kill me - if there was something inside of me that could die - in the long decades of this existence, but hope would surely be able to. I always knew hope was the most dangerous thing to have. It gave you strength to go on but, if you somehow lost it, you could loose yourself as well.

Still, there he was, staring at me the same way I was at him; his eyes filled with shock and recognition. And he wasn't the only one looking. I could feel three other sets of eyes on my face, all of different shades of gold, filled with curiosity. I had picked up their scent from the moment I set foot in that place but, being the fearless and reckless person I was, I didn't back out when I realised I was outnumbered; I was too confident of my abilities and I knew they wouldn't be able to tell what I was.

"Are you alright?" the brown haired girl next to me asked, gazing at me in concern.

Was I? I doubt that. Either I had lost my mind and was seeing things that weren't really there or he wasn't dead like I thought so… No! He was gone! I couldn't let myself hope; I wouldn't. I hadn't seen him in over a hundred years. If he had been alive, he would've come back for me. He wouldn't have left me alone.

"I'm fine," I replied softly and noticed how his eyes grew wider when he heard my voice and recognised it. I turned to face the girl in front of me. She was new in town, just like I was. She was definitely pretty, with dark brown hair that contrasted with her creamy skin and chocolate brown eyes. She slightly shorter than me, about two inches less than my average 5'6. From the corner of my eye, I noticed how he and the others with him stood from their places and started approaching me. "I have to use the bathroom, I'll be back in a sec."

I got out of the cafeteria at a human pace, trying as hard as I could to avoid attracting any unwanted attention towards myself. Ha! As if! At least half of the male population was staring at me before I made my grand exit and, at my sudden change of mood, even more people turned to look at me, the new girl at school. I hastily made my way towards my vehicle, hoping that they wouldn't try and follow me. Fat chance! A few yards away from my car, I heard them behind me, walking at human speed.

"Hold on!" he begged, his voice different than I remembered from my human memories, but still holding something familiar in it.

Should I run? Should I hide? No. That wasn't me. I wasn't a coward; I was brave, adventurous and, above all, I was strong. I hadn't cried once since the night I was told of his disappearance. Not when I was being transformed and my body burned from within. Not when I had to watch my friends die one by one. Not even when I left behind everything I once thought was the only things that meant something to me.

Besides, what was the worse thing that could happen? I could get into a fight with them? So what? I wasn't scared of anything, they were no match for me.

So, why was I still afraid? I didn't fear what any of them could do to me physically, for sure. But, what if he didn't want to see me? What if he wasn't happy to have found me, the way I was? What if he didn't remember me? After all, may vampires lost some of their human memories after their transformations. I wouldn't be able to deal with that kind of pain, emotional pain.

But, if I didn't face him and run away, I would hate myself forever. My life would be filled with regret for throwing away the opportunity to see him again. I wouldn't be able to live with the doubt of what would have happened if I had faced my fears either.

No. I wouldn't run, I had made my mind. Sighing, I turned around to face their shocked faces. I guess he told them who he thought I was.

"Hello, Jasper."

A/N: Okay, new story! The idea was wandering around my mind for a long time and the only way to get it out was writing it, so here it is… I'd love to know what you think! Should I go on with it? Please review and tell me! xoxo