It had been 65 years.
65 years since that fateful day...
65 years since Edward had left me.
65 years since I had been found in the woods - dead.
Well, I'm not dead.
I'm obviously alive.
I had been out hiking in the woods.
I know - I'm not the type of person who likes hiking and all that jazz.
I knew I could find Victoria... and somehow defeat her.
I had encountered Laurent - a hostile vampire who craves for human blood - like most vampires.
He attacked me - no one was there to save me.
It honestly felt like I was burning alive.
My whole body was alight with fire - as it felt.
I couldn't handle the pain...
I now have a large scar on my right arm, bite marks shaped like a crescent.
Jacob had found me unconscious in the meadow and sheltered me in his garage until I had transformed.
As soon as the unthinkable happened, both Jacob and I faked our deaths and fled to Los Angeles, California.
We changed our names to avoid suspicion.
Our story was known worldwide, and it was thought that I fell off a cliff, then Jacob drowned also in the process of saving my life.
My had claimed the name Rebecca Black - though I preferred to be called Becca.
Jacob, who was now my husband, had claimed the name Austin Black.
I had changed my appearance additionally. I had dyed my hair a lighter brown, close to a dark blonde. I usually wore my hair in braids, or straightened.
It was strange to leave my old identity behind - but for now I would have to be on the run.