PREFACE
My entire life had been leading up to this moment. Steadying myself, I turned to look at her. Her pale face could have been that of an angel- except for her eyes. They were such a sickening red color that I felt the impulse to turn away. I could only imagine whose blood it was that gave them that color, how many she had destroyed. A sudden image flew to my mind; a small, dark woman with a cross, pleading for help. For her life. The would-be angel's eyes widened with glee, as if she knew of whom I was thinking. I felt nauseous as I once again realized that she was having fun- she enjoyed this.
I wrenched my gaze away from the glimmering rubies and sought another face. Edward. In the second our eyes met, I found my strength. His features were contorted with horror but behind that, I saw only love. His love for me. Memorizing his face for one last second, I brought my gaze back to her.
A small, cruel smile spread across her face…and then it began.