Lost With No Map

She walked out of the warmth of the coffee shop in Port Angeles and step out into the drizzling rain. Instantly she opened her umbrella to protect her recently acquired, hardly earned attire. With light but fast steps she walked towards a secluded motel where she planned to spend the rest of the night pondering her future. What kind of future she has left? So many new doors are opened but on the other hand so many familiar, normal ones are not accessible anymore…

Within the confines of her scarcely and tastelessly furnished room she began to think, before being able to decide on the future she must consider her past. How did she become like this and more importantly what is she. Almost a week ago she was a normal teenager but now she's even scared of herself. What exactly is she, what creature has she become? The thought was too agonizing.

"I must think clearly and try to remember", she said to herself.

The memory came slowly back, the first wave brought a sharp pain to her chest and tears to her eyes. Tears that would never, could never fall no matter how painful or sad the memory is. Then she began to remember the details, this time it was harder to recall, like watching a movie from the 1900s. The images were grainy and dim, however it was still there. Soon, memories flashed through her mind, quicker than she was used to, and then the playback starts:

She just got back from school, walking down the path leading to the porch, careful not to slip on the wet pavement. It was a normal, boring day. After a few days at Forks High School, she was still a new toy but no longer as shiny as her first day there. People were used to having her around and were no longer gawking as much. It helped that she kept to herself as well, trying not to attract attention. Upon reaching the front door, she was acutely aware of the unusual silence.

"Surely it cannot be this quiet at this time of the day", she thought.

The door she kicked open, showing more bravado than she felt at the moment. The sight of Charlie's gun belt hanging and his boot set aside by the door surprised her for he should not be back yet. In response, she called out Charlie's name, receiving no answer in return. Suspicion and panic rose instantaneously. Clueless as to what she should do, she dared to venture upstairs looking for Charlie. Carefully, climbing up each step and skipping the ones she knew would creak, she reached atop and the sight before her was chilling.

Charlie was seated on the aged couch at the landing in his full uniform minus the boots and gun holster, looking extremely pale with his brown eyes, wide open and glazed. His chocolate brown eyes have lost its depth and he was definitely not breathing anymore. She would have rushed to Charlie's side had it not been for the lone figure sitting primly beside Charlie. The figure was a woman with flaming red hair, the colour which contrasted brightly against Charlie's pallid form.

The woman was gorgeous, fiercely and wildly so. Her irises were blazing red as was her slightly smiling mouth but her skin looked as white and soft as virgin snow. The women laughed, a tinkling sound like wind chimes in the wind, and clapped her hands excitedly like a little child and she spoke a single sentence, "I did not expect my dessert to smell so delicious". With one move, the woman lunged away from the couch, towards Bella.

I remember nothing else of what the woman did to me; it was all a blur of the most excruciating pain and pure agony. Like my skin was peeled from the muscles, like my bones and my nerves were set ablaze, I was burning from the inside. It was a wonder I did not scream. Somehow the sorrow and grievance from Charlie's death held me down like a huge boulder, suppressing me.

I found myself waking up at sunrise, days later, next to an unmarked grave in the woods, quite far away from the normal trails. Judging by the faint aroma lingering in the air, I guessed the grave was Charlie's and so I sat by the grave and said a silent prayer. Lost in thought, when I looked up its nearing twilight and somehow the colours of the sky made my non beating heart feel a little calmer. I placed flowers that I carefully plucked from nearby and vow to return after all this madness is resolved. How I got there, and more importantly, who got me there remains a puzzle for now.

Now, here I am still piecing the puzzle pieces together. I know that I no longer need food but my throat is constantly parched like I've been walking for miles in the desert. To quench my thirst, I drink blood that I sucked dry from my victims. Although I feel guilty for acting inhuman, the scent of humans around me is extremely appealing; I would go into a frenzy and stop only after I am satiated. Sometimes though, when I am missing Charlie, thinking that someone would miss the victims as well if they're gone made me stop in my tracks.

Besides that, I don't look like my normal self. I have the same red eyes as my attacker and my face, my whole body has become perfect yet pale, and that's saying something, considering how pale I was before. I can move, act and think insanely faster than before. I am also way stronger and I can see every microscopic detail there is to see and hear sounds from miles away. I don't even have to breathe for God's sake. If I didn't know any better, I would say I am a vampire.

My logical mind rejects the thought but no matter how hard I try to explain the situation, that is the only conclusion I could come up with. Ironic isn't it, how the only rational conclusion I could come up with is an irrational one. Next step for me is to find out how I became this way, a creature of the night that I read in books and watch in movies, something that should not even exist. Who changed me?

"Who bit me?" I said aloud, cringing at how absurd it sounds and then sighing at how impossible the situation is.