The pain. It was terrible. What a bland word: terrible. I don't believe any word in the English language can describe the pain I was in. I suffered through it, in total confusion. I remembered a vampire, yes, James was his name, and Edward, and I remembered running away from Edward to save my mother. Foolish really, I remembered why it was foolish as well. It had been a trap. Ah. That's why I'm here. I thought I've undergone the transformation. I must be on the last day because the spasms of fiery pain and twitching only come every three hours or so, and they're getting dimmer. Why am I here? All the logic in my brain, which in my muddled state might not have been much, was telling me I should have been dead. What had happened?
12 Hours later, somewhere in Arizona, The transformation complete.
My eyes fluttered open. I glanced around looking for normality in my surroundings, hoping to shake off the awful feeling of disorientation that I seemed to have succumbed to. Disoriented: yes, but dizzy or sore: no. That was odd.
The first thing I noticed was that everything visible, in the room appeared incredibly sharp and colorful, even though the hour was late and there was no moon outside. The second thing I noticed was an intense physical pain in the region of my stomach, a pain that must have been similar to going without food for months. It was giving me a white hot migraine and it urged me to me feet. I didn't sway, or stagger, and this did not compute with my brain, I had, after all, just awoken from a terrible transformation, it seemed that I should have been unsteady in some way. Thank goodness for my time spent with Edward, else I might not know what had happened.
Edward. The name rang a sharp, echoing bell in my mind, and everything came rushing back in the span of two seconds. Forks, I moved there, I met Edward there and a family of…vampires, I was so happy, but then, just as I was sure everything would be all right, a different…coven came, and I was forced to flee, with Jasper and Alice. I got away though, and ran straight into James' arms, and he was waiting there right where he said he'd be. My mother was nowhere in sight, I had run to my very foolish death.
But I wasn't dead. I was very alive in fact. I could smell a tantalizing aroma coming from somewhere beneath me, courtesy of my newly sharpened senses. I must have been on an upper story of a building. What can only be described as bloodlust overcame me and I bolted out the door with vampire speed, to something that I hoped would curb my awful hunger…