"Hmmmm…roses, no, daisies, no, lilies…..yes, perfect!" I smiled to myself. She would love these! I was so certain she would. Genevieve, Gen I called her, was my soon to be fiancé. I was purposing tonight. I hope that she'll like the flowers…shut up Dallas; of course she'll like the flowers. She'll like anything you get her after tonight things will be perfect!
-----------------------------------Later that night-------------------------------------------------
"Gen, I'm here…hello? where was she? I went into the living room, we both came from high ranked families, but we never bragged about our money, though I used A LOT of it on the ring. I heard talking so I went into the den. That's when I saw him and her…kissing. She turned around pushing the other man away and said, "Dallas this isn't what you thi-""Wha-You…Why Gen!!", I screamed, threw the ring at them and ran out. Figures she would end up with the only guy that was richer than me…and it killed me, because I hated her AND loved her at the same time. I looked angry and filled with fury, but I had bid wet tears pouring down my face. And I did what I thought would ease the pain…drink, but I hated drinking…and all I remember before the burning was that, and pain, now all I felt was numbness and burning. The only thing I had now in the darkness, was my identity.
My name is Dallas Alexander Carter. I am 19 going on 20 or was before the endless darkness and burning. I was born on August 27, 1877, in Chicago. I lived in the rich side of town, and grew up well. I had fallen in love at 14, but now it was over. All of a sudden the darkness started lighting up and I opened my eyes for the first time in forever.
"You're awake! Good, can you hear me?", a body-less voice asked. Was he talking to me? Soon I could see perfectly. I looked up and saw a pair of golden-brown eyes…who is this guy?
"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Carlisle Cullen. I know you might find all this new experience a little weird, but you'll get used to it. Are you alright?" he blabbered on. What did he mean? Who was he? How did I get here? Why do I feel this burn in my throat? "Where am I? And my throat it…it burns." That was all I could manage to say. "Ok, I'm going to put this in the simplest way; I don't want to upset you. You're a newborn and I don't want to give you a reason to attack me, because you are defiantly stronger than me-"Get on with it!!!!", wait did I just growl that? "Ok, you…you're just like me now, you're a…vampire."