Desire for death.

I stared in horror at the dark figures that stalked closer; their cold and cruel crimson eyes were greedy, as if they were expecting that this venture was going to help them gain something, I was not sure.

"Mother," I whispered urgently, she did not move. "Mother, please."

She let out a pained sigh. "Dear Anamaria, my daughter, my time has come."

Surely these demons had not came to collect my mother, they could not, could they? Of course they could, my mother had sinned and attempted witchcraft. Surely the demons came for me also, I had sinned, and I had achieved witchcraft.

"Mother the demons come for me also, I am a sinner." And I knew it was true, I did not praise the lord, I had stolen, and I was a witch.

Mother shook her head slowly and walked forward, bowing her head.

"Anamaria May Robinson, live life, be happy, remember..." She stopped talking when a terrible cracking noise broke through my disbelief, and with a start I realized that one of the figures had just snapped my mother's neck.

My startled scream was cut short by the other figure walking towards me, all I wanted in this instant was revenge, and I knew that I would not get satisfaction here, the demons were evidently stronger and faster than I was, I stood no chance.

"Child, calm, we mean you no harm." His voice was deep and had a somewhat velvety texture to it.

I planned to listen to whatever they wanted me for and then simply abscond away from the creatures. I felt indignant as he called me a child, I was eighteen and more mature than most girls my age.

"What do you mean for me then?" I kept my tone scared, sounding slightly curious.

He chuckled softly, trying to placate me. "Can you keep a promise?"

"I cannot guarantee that." I tried to keep myself looking serious and scared, not angry and disgusted.

The figure nearest me shared a glance with the murderer and then stepped closer, I stepped back.

I'm not sure how the murderer got behind me so quickly, but before I knew it I felt pressure on my skull and darkness was enveloping my vision, there was a rush of air as fell to the floor, but I'm sure that one of them caught me. My consciousness left me completely then.

A while later

I could hear voices muttering to each other and all I wanted to do was to lash out at them, make them pay, cause them pain, rip their innards from their bodies.

"I think you hit her too hard." The one with the velvety voice had something akin to worry in his voice.

"Stefan, I do not believe that I did. She has had much to deal with today, let her human mind cower." The murderer said.

I wanted to protest, that I was not cowering, but I was so tired.

"Look, I told you that I hadn't hit her over the head too hard, see how the blood rises to her face. Explain what we have planned for her, Stefan." Murderer sounded smug.

"There is no need for smugness, Vladimir." Stefan muttered.

Vladimir, the name made me internally shudder, just the sound of it made me want to lash out at someone, anyone.

"We, Anamaria, are vampires, although you know nothing of us, I'm sure." Stefan said calmly.

I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, that he should be burned for such insanity, but I knew it was true, so I could not.

After he had told me about what real vampires were like, he started to tell me what my purpose was to be.

"I and Vladimir are the only survivors of the Romanian coven, our enemy, The Volturi; destroyed out coven many centuries ago, we are rebuilding our coven with powerful immortals, which is where you fit in."

I could tell by the way that he spat The Volturi's name, that they hated them. The plan was already forming in my head, if they wanted me for their coven and I was going to be powerful, I would run off to The Volturi and join them.

"How would I fit in there?" I asked, sitting up.

"We have seen you change into different people, stare at objects that were not there before, Anamaria we are going to turn you into a vampire and train you and your powers." Stefan didn't even suspect my need for vengeance.

"When do you plan to... turn me?" I widened my eyes, trying to look hopeful, as if I had forgotten my mother's demise.

"We plan to turn you as soon as you are ready, of course." Stefan grinned, evidently pleased I wasn't screaming or sobbing.

"I'm ready now." I whispered.

Stefan looked to Vladimir and Vladimir nodded.

"My control is not as good as Stefan's." Vladimir explained, he too seemed glad I was taking this so easily.

I gulped as Stefan walked closer to me and I closed my eyes as he bit into my neck.

It felt wrong, his sharp teeth cutting through my fragile skin, it was painful. But not as painful as the fire licking through my veins now, it hurt so bad that I screamed and shrieked and flailed.

I could feel Stefan's cold and sharp teeth cutting my wrists and ankles, but the pain of his teeth cutting my skin was lost in the pain of burning.

I continually screeched as the fire licked my veins dry, drop by drop of blood. I just wished that I would die.

Some time later, it may have been days, or weeks, or years, or decades, I began to notice the fire fading slightly from toes and fingers.

When the fire drained from my hands and feet, I felt relief. When it drained from my legs and arms, I felt even more relief, until the fire retreated into my heart.

I could hear my already frenzied heartbeat take off, flying like a panicked bird, I was afraid that it would jump out of my ribcage, leaving me heartless.

I screamed higher as the fire in my heart blazed, I wanted to die, right here and right now.

I got my wish.

My heart stuttered twice before it stopped completely, I opened my eyes as the pain left my dead heart and my veins dried.