A/N: I've had this one hidden underneath a veil for long enough, no? I really love this story. I've grown very attached to little Fleur here. I've already written nine chapters, so expect frequent updates. This story is BY FAR my favorite. I love it so much. It's just so fun to write...

I hope you all enjoy reading my favorite story! I will love you forever if you read AND review!

DISCLAIMER FOR WHOLE STORY: Why would I own Twilight? I don't. I only own Fleur and some random made up characters. My name is NOT Stephenie, it's Bee. So just enjoy this FANfiction. :)

Into The Mist - Chapter One

Radiant, blonde little Fleur sat with her many stuffed animals and dolls in the backyard of her cosy little home. Her mother and father sat in the shade of their back porch, sipping french vanilla coffee. Occasionally Fleur would get up from her spot to ask for a sip. Her parents, who thought that she was the sweetest little angel would allow her to taste their coffee. Not too much, though, as they didn't want a caffeinated girl bouncing around their house all night.

Fleur was content to play alone. She had known no other life, because she was home schooled. The only other children she knew lived far away, in the city. Her house was smack in the middle of a gorgeous, green forest. Fleur often journeyed into the trees behind her house, but she never went too far. She knew that if she went in too far, she would get lost. And to a six-year-old, that was the most terrifying thought in the world. That and monsters under your bed, of course.

Tiny Fleur combed her small fingers through her favorite doll's hair. She had lovingly christened the doll Angel when she was three, because that was her parent's pet name for her. Fleur had thought that it was the prettiest name in the world.

As her fingers traveled through the well known texture of Angel's hair, the screaming started.

Fleur's head snapped up. She scanned the porch, and saw only her panic stricken mother. Where had her dearest Daddy gone? She got up to investigate. As she stood, her mother screamed.

"Fleur d-" Her scream was abruptly cut off. There was a blur, and then her Mommy was gone too. Fleur was not one to cry, so instead of being sad that her Mommy and Daddy had left, she just got curious.

"Mommy? Daddy? Where'd you go?" Fleur called out. More screams filled the air. Fleur ran towards the sound - it was coming from the dining room.

She was scared stiff when she saw the scene before her. Her father lay on the ground, blood was oozing out of his arm. Her mother was on the dining table, and a strange man was crouched over her, blood smeared all over his face.

Her father's blood.

Fleur didn't say anything. She just knew she had to run. So the tiny blonde girl spun on her heel and sprinted as fast as she could out of the house. Halfway across the yard, Fleur could sense someone gazing at her. Maybe Mommy had gotten away?

Skidding to a stop, she twisted her neck, hoping that her mother's green eyes would be gazing invitingly at her. Sadly, it was the stranger's red eyed gaze that met Fleur's blue ones.

Fleur ran into the forest, without looking back.

She stopped to catch her breath by a tree. Sinking to the ground, Fleur let her frightened emotions take over. Tears escaped her wide eyes, and confusion radiated from every cell in her body. Why hadn't Daddy been moving? Why was Mommy on the table? And why was the stranger trying to hurt her? All these questions raced through Fleur's young mind.

As she say there, she heard leaves rustling. Hope stabbed itself through her heart. Was Daddy looking for her?

"Daddy?" Fleur stood up, excited. She skipped towards the noise.

"No, naive child." Said a bittersweet voice. Sweat broke on Fleur's forehead, and trickled down her face. She waited for the voice to say something else. Nothing else came.

"Are you gone?" Asked the child. Cold laughter rang all around her. Fleur sank back onto the ground, shivering. "Go away! Leave me alone!" She called, sounding much braver than she felt.

"Are you going to make me?" Asked the voice. The person who owned the voice dropped right in front of Fleur. "Hmm? Are you going to scare me into going away? I don't think so. You can't exactly frighten a vampire - let alone me, Mal - if you're a meek little human girl." Sneered the stranger called Mal.

"V-vampires don't e-e-exist..." Fleur told the man. He kicked her. A snapping sound rang through the woods. Her leg was unofficially broken.

"Not to you, they don't. But in truth, they do. Now hold still while I quench my thirst..." Mal smiled evilly as he bent down towards her. His sharp teeth glistened in the frightened child's face. His breath blew up her nostrils. His red eyes flashed.

This was the end. Even small Fleur knew that.

So, once more, she upped and ran. Or tried to. The man named Mal caught her arm, and took no time biting into it. He sucked for a few moments, then shoved her arm away, his face contorted in disgust. Mal took one last disgusted look at the blonde child, and ran away.

Fleur stood for a moment, and then the fire began.