(A.N. Okay, this is really weird for me. I wrote this last year and forgot that I had it. I re-read it and realized that it could be a pretty good story. I didn't realize until now that the character name Dawn, has repeated itself in my other fanfic. Sorry about that. I would change the name in this fic but it's already half way done. So, to those of you who have read Finding Dawn, which is one of my fanfics, please know that it will be continued. This story has nothing to do with Finding Dawn. It is way different! I wasn't going to use it, but my sister read it and liked it so I decided to give it a go. So, please don't connect this with the other story. THERE IS NO CONNECTION!!! I just love the name Dawn. That's what I'm naming my daughter. SO…without further a due, I give you *drum roll* Burning Love! Enjoy and review!!! ^_^ xoxo.)

Preface

I always knew that I was different. I always knew, In the back of my mind that there was something not quite right about me. To be more specific, there was something seriously wrong with me.

As a child, I had a rather…unusual persona. I didn't enjoy things that most young girls would, Not that I was like most girls, or that I was young for any extended period of time. I missed out on an assortment different things as a child.

I missed any activity that required me to be in any direct light. I hated the sun with every fiber of my being and if it were up to me, the world would be under a constant cover of clouds and rain. It wasn't that I hated the heat. I actually didn't mind it to much since my body stayed at a stable 105.5 degrees at all times. Ninety-nine degree weather was room temperature for my fiery body.

The cold wasn't bad either. Because my body was always so hot (and I lived in the infamous sunshine state) I never felt cold.

But the temperature of the sun, or the heat of my sunny home was not the reason why I didn't like being in the light. It wasn't even half of the reason. The way I looked in the light was all but normal.

My light caramel skin looked vague and translucent in the light. It looked as if I were suffering from a deadly skin cancer. I didn't know why I looked the way I did, but I knew It wasn't some kind of sickness. My doctor went as far as to tell my mom I was anemic.

I knew exactly what anemia was. I knew that my body most definitely didn't lack blood. I didn't bleed. That was because I didn't get hurt. I didn't fall, or get cut, scraped, bumped, burned, or bruised. I wasn't exactly a clumsy child. I never accidentally dropped anything or bumped into anyone. I was amazingly meticulous. I saw everything that happened around me, Only I saw it in slow motion. I could avoid a car speeding toward me at 200 miles an hour and dodge it if the opportunity presented itself.

Before my mother, Brandi, died, she had told me, when I worried that I was some kind of freak "your just a little…advanced that's all, Dawn." I dismissed that idea the moment she proposed it. The phrase "a little advanced" was an incalculable understatement. I was beyond advanced.

My name, Dawn, was given to me because of my sleeping habits. I woke up every morning at dawn. My mother thought this to be unusual, so she named me Dawn. Not a very special name for every unordinary child.

I grew fast. I could walk at 3 months old and talk at 4 months. I could read fluently at 7 months. By the time a normal baby would have been able to crawl, I had read every play Shakespeare had written. By the time I was a year old, I was the size of a third grader and as intellectual as a college professor.

My mother didn't have the chance to tell me exactly why I was so abnormal. She died of breast cancer when I was about 12 (or at least looked 12). For a long time, I hated my mother for leaving me alone to deal with my abnormalities. For putting off the explanation, time and time again, until it was too late. And for not telling the rest of my family what was wrong with me, either.

My big sister, Sydney, who looked about my age now, but was actually 15 years older than me, didn't understand why I was so different. She had to take care of me because we were the only ones left in our mangled and broken family. She didn't understand why I knew everything she was thinking at all times. She only let it go and pretended I was normal. I loved her dearly for that.

She didn't know why I sometimes stared off into space, not knowing that I was searching the future. Hoping to see something that would make my existence more clear. She didn't know why I only ate every 2 or so days. Not knowing that I didn't even like food because it tasted bland to me. Not understanding that sometimes, I didn't eat for several days at a time.

She didn't know why my skin was so strange and hot to the touch, or why my eyes changed from black to hazel to gold at regular intervals. What she was lucky of was that they never turned bright crimson. She didn't understand why I could get from place to place in seconds versus hours or why I fell asleep at twilight every night and awoke at dawn every morning.

She didn't understand any of this. She didn't understand why I wrinkled my nose when she walked too close to me. She didn't know that she was inches away from death. She didn't know that I thirsted for her human blood. So much so even that I contemplating ambushing my entire neighborhood in the night. She didn't know why I was the way I was, and at the time, neither did I.

(A.N. Alright my pretties, That's the first chapter. Lucky for you guys, I have the story written out already so I can update often. I don't want anyone to connect this with any other fan fics I have written. I don't write so that my stories can get mixed up. These things just come to me and I feel obligated to write them down before I forget them. So…do me a favor since it is my birthday!!! June 16th Yah… Im 17 today. Review!!! It would be better than the red Camaro that my dad bought me and that's a hot-ass car!!! So review, review, review!!! Oh and Gemini's ROCK!!!!! ^_^ xoxo)

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