I was lost in the empty sea of darkness. I was swimming around eager to find the meaning of this. I didn't want to surface, even with the calling of my name. People would tell me how it was with out me. I didn't care, it was my entire fault, and I needed to leave.

I wish they could see that point, but they never did. I don't think they ever will either. My death, would be sufficient, it would be for all I have done wrong. I deserve it for the innocent lives taken, because I was too caught up in my newfound blood thirst.

I know now, that those problems were stupid, who really cares if I don't get someone to date. Or if I'm not the best on the team, or even if my friends are mad at me. In the real world it doesn't matter.

I was created for one reason, to be a weapon, to be evil. I was created to be manipulated into what everyone wanted, what he wanted. He was the reason I was in the sea of darkness.

He smiled when he told me what he was going to do. I was petrified, I couldn't move, I couldn't say a word. All that was running through my head was you deserve it.

It's true, I did deserve it. If I hadn't been turned so many others would be alive. Yet, maybe they wouldn't, maybe evil would over ride it all. This was all so confusing, I just didn't understand.

I still don't, I probably won't for a while, but as I sit here, watching, listening, I can't help but let thoughts wonder through my mind. Life is short, I know that. Nothing can be expected. Yet, I thought maybe things would go my way.

They didn't, not at first, but things are changing over time. Slowly, one by one, people didn't come and talk to me anymore, but there was one that always stayed. It was at midnight that they always came.

"You'll make it through this, I know you will," they whispered every time they came. It wasn't until the last time they would come did they tell me. "I love you; I don't want to leave you here alone, but they, oh they are going to kill you. They think that you are still that way, that you still drink the blood of humans. They are just don't understand."

That's where they trailed off, but I didn't care. They told me they loved me, and I myself had come to love them. How, I don't know, I didn't even know who it was back then.

I lifted my eyes, to see the land of brightness, and I felt calm however. I was alive, and someone was with me who didn't care how dangerous I was. I've learned I didn't deserve to die.

I learned it wasn't my fault, they had let them be thrown into harms way, in their own minds. That, it wasn't my fault, that people loved me. I learned that, from the time I had to recuperate.

I can't help but think, as I look down at my little girl, that I'm glad they came to rescue me. That, I'm thankful for everything, everything they have done for me. Mostly I'm thankful that they love me, and that they gave two most precious things.

"Mama, why does Lily sleep so much?" A little voice called to me. The young voice brought me out of my reverie. The young child tugged at my pants, and looked up at me with gorgeous hazel eyes, similar to my own.

"Because Daisy, she's a baby, and she get's tired much easier then little girls whom run around," I said, kneeling slightly to be around his height.

"Come Daisy, it's time for you to get dressed, and get ready for breakfast," A man called from behind me. I looked up at the man, as he started to walk closer to me. I looked at him, and leaned into a kiss.

"I love you, Embry," I whispered, my forehead against his, gasping slightly for breath after the kiss.

"I love you too, McKenna," He replied back to me.

As it is I am very thankful for getting Embry in my life. Especially as I watch my black haired, hazel eyed child wake.