Disclaimer: I am not the writer of Twilight, I do not own Twilight, and I do not have a vampire boyfriend. Fair enough?

Here is the beginning of my very first Twilight fan fiction! You may not see the original cast in the first chapter, but you'll see them again soon enough!

Introduction summary: After Breaking Dawn, a newborn vampire finds herself in La Push, after escaping the ones who created her. Her very existence is unique, and it soon becomes evident that she is a key player in the future of all Cold Ones and Hot Bloods.

Chapter 1: Monster

I'd been afraid of dark, deep water since I was a young child. High speeds had frightened me ever since the car accident that killed my parents when I was 7. If I had been told a week before that I would be running at an impossible speed on the ocean floor, I wouldn't have given it a second thought. Yet, here I was, and if I'd still needed to breath, I'd have either hyperventilated or drowned.

How I had ended up here was still all to clear in my mind. It started with the hiking trip in Alaska. Then there had been pain, like hell's fire running through my veins. After the pain had left all but my throat, I'd learned that I'd been turned into a monster. I'd seen my now ex-boyfriend Michel kill innocent people, his eyes red like their blood on the cold snow.

"Babe, babe, " his new voice a beautiful purr, "Don't be scared. We're like gods now, and I needed their blood more."

"Why?!" I screamed, my voice like devastating, gorgeous music, "You killed them!"

"But Joy-joy-"

I had run away, unable to take anymore of the nightmare, and the burning desire the smell of the blood invoked. With Michel and two other monsters chasing me, I'd made my escape to the shoreline. I'd had no need to breath, so I had just kept running. The monster I'd become never tired, even as dawn turned to early evening. I continued to run, my now perfect vision seeing clearly in the dark.

Suddenly, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I swiftly turned left to the coastline. I'd fallowed it south, too afraid to leave it completely. Not breathing in, I stopped when my head was above the water. There was an empty beach in front of me with forest behind it. There were hiking trails, but fortunately I didn't see anyone. Only the slight movements of the local wildlife caught my eyes. In the distance I heard a wolf howl.

I hesitantly took a breath, and I mentally sighed when I only smelt old scents of people. No one had been here for a while. I also noticed there was something in the air, something I couldn't quite explain. Feeling secure enough, and curious, I swiftly left the water and went into the forest. The woods became silent and still, only the sound of quickened heart beats reaching my ears. It wasn't hard to figure out that the creatures of the forest were leery of my presence.

Then suddenly, in the span of a moment, I lost all control. Every second, every motion was in perfect clarity, but I couldn't stop myself. A doe had run, and I had chased her. I'd easily overtaken her, my teeth sinking into her delicate neck. Her blood flowed easily down my throat, drowning the fires within me. As I finally sated my thirst, I found my control again.

Then I felt the small deer pull away from my hands with strength she hadn't had before. If my heart had been still beating, it would have been racing. She quivered, her soft brown fur falling from her body, revealing a glamorous black coat. The wound on her neck healed instantly, leaving only a tiny, glimmering scar.

I stood frozen as she turned to look at me with startling, icy blue eyes. A warm feeling washed over my stone body. I wanted to go to her, to stroke her fur, hold her gently, and the regret of hurting her stabbing me like no knife could. The sudden fondness perplexed me, but I had no desire to question it. I wanted to care for her, protect her, be near her. I adored her.

Her expression wasn't one of fear, as I would have expected after what I'd done. She approached me without hesitation, the last of her old fur rolling off her body. My arms reached out naturally as she came to me, snuggling closer. I stroked her head gently, not minding as her shedded fur stuck to my damp, tattered cloths. She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes staring into mine as her hot breath tickled my nose. When I suddenly giggled, she jumped.

Even as crashing waves hadn't effected me in the least, she knocked me over with apparent ease. I laughed as she caught me in a silly game of push and shove, playing like a large, energetic puppy. It was when I was about to speak that I realized she didn't have a name, that she needed one. I vaguely remembered something, from when I'd been researching mountains for some good hiking spots. When I'd looked at the Olympic Mountains on Wikipedia, I'd noticed my name, Joyce, was the name of a place near it. Not far from my name had been the name Sappho. It reminded me of the word sapphire, like her eyes.

"Sappho?" I asked her, causing her nose and ears to quiver.

I smiled and nodded, content with the choice, "Your name is Sappho."

As I rubbed Sappho's stretching neck, I realized I was tired. I wanted to lay down and go to sleep, and I didn't care that the only option was the ground. Sappho's disappointment was clear as I curled up on the ground.

"Sorry, but I have to sleep now," I gently patted her shoulder as my eyes began to droop, "We can play again when I wake up."

Mysteriously, her head nodded, as though she'd understood me. That last thought in my mind, I drifted off into slumber.

To be continued...

I know there's a lot of confusion in the beginning, but it will clear up later. I hope everyone finds this interesting. PLEASE read and review this, I don't want Sappho to cry...

P.S.: If anyone has any advice, or ideas that you'd like to see later in the story, please let me know and I'll seriously consider them!