"Farewell Mother, I will see you tomorrow." I wrapped my cloak around myself, preparing for the cold. "Good-bye Annalise send our regards to Daniel." Pulling up my hood, I nodded. I grabbed my basket and went to the door. I waved as I left the house of my childhood, heading to my new home.

I lived outside of town now, with my husband Daniel. We had just wed. I smiled to myself, I was happy to have found someone as kind and handsome as him. I was lost in my thoughts as I walked home, it wasn't a long walk. And I knew the path extremely well, but as I was halfway home I got the feeling of being watched.

I quickened my pace and then I saw something flash out of the corner of my eye. I wasn't being watched, I was being followed. In surprised I dropped my basket and ran. But I didn't get very far. Something tackled me to the ground. I tried to break free, but I found it impossible.

"Daniel, HELP! DANIEL!" That was the last thing I was able to say. I couldn't really see the thing on top of me, but it was shaped like a man. Yet, it was too strong to be a man.

Then the thing bit me, I cried out in pain. This thing was… was a demon. Why else would it be drinking from me? I felt my strength lessen, and everything was slipping into foggy images. It was then I felt calm, if I stopped feeling anything, why should I worry?

I was losing myself, but before I could completely black out the attacker stopped. Then with a sound so loud I almost lost hearing, the attacker was pulled off of me.

I was slowing blacking out, grasping barely to the wisps of consciousness, when I heard someone screaming my name. It sounded very far away. I tried to answer but something within me changed. Instead of the blackness consuming me, I felt like I was coming down with a fever.

But it didn't stop at that, it worsened. I soon felt like I was on fire. I was screaming, but the screams stuck in my throat. No one heard my anguished screams.

I didn't have any concept of time, but soon I hear my name, and it sounded closer. "Annalise, speak!" It was Daniel. He found me! I went to tell him something but I couldn't. I wanted to reach for him, but found that I couldn't. The fire was becoming intolerable.

I then felt him life me up and carry me away. Once we were in our home, he laid me on our bed. "Annalise, please say something." I tried, but once again I couldn't.

The burning, to my displeasure, worsened. What was happening to me? Why was I burning? When would I be able to speak or move again? So I lay there, and thought. I thought about everything and anything. Time passed, but how much I don't know.

Throughout it all, Daniel stayed with me. I could hear his breathing. But soon I found that if I concentrated I could hear so much more. I heard the sound of animals burrowing around our house, and bees buzzing through the flowers in a meadow far away. I heard the crunch of leaves under a deer's hoof.

I focused on the sounds around me until I felt the burning weaken. I noticed I could move my fingers and toes. Slowly the burning moved closer to my heart and away from my arms and legs. I flexed my hands and feet. I didn't feel any of the burning.

It wasn't long until I felt my heart beat speed up and all the fire retracted to my chest. I started breathing faster and my heart fell like it was going to leap out of my chest and run away.

"Annalise?" Daniel heard the beating of my heart. He sounded confused. Before he could say anything else my heart thudded to a stop. And I took my last breath.

Daniel got up and took a step back. "Annalise?" My eyes shot open. Everything was so clear! I saw every crevice in the rough wooden walls. I felt every fiber in the blanket I was laying on. I saw the specs of dust in the air. The smells were overpowering me; I smelled the fireplace and the flowers outside the window. It was almost too much for my weak mind to bear.

Then I heard something. It was thumping sporadically and made my throat flame up. I lifted my nose to find the scent, and then I realized it was my husband, I heard his heartbeat. I moved to get closer, and moving faster than I thought possible I was standing. I sniffed the air again; Daniel smelled so good.

"Daniel!" He started to move away and I was momentarily surprised by the sound of my voice. It was beautiful. I started walking to embrace Daniel. I was alright, I was alive. Everything else didn't matter, I didn't die.

"Annalise?" The question in his voice stopped me. "Is… is that you?" I was confused, who else would it be. "Of course it's me!" He still moved back, he usually happy brown eyes showing the fear he felt.

He walked backwards trying to distance himself, but the chair was in his way and he tripped over it. He caught his hand on the corner of the table. I saw the blood flow freely from the cut.

My throat became engulfed in flames. And before I could realize what was happening I leaped onto my wounded husband. The blood didn't repulse me, quite the opposite. I wanted the blood; I took his hand and licked it clean.

I didn't comprehend what was happening, but all I knew was that it felt right. His hand was cleaned off quickly and without knowing what my body was doing I moved so that my mouth hovered over his neck.

He was praying; I heard his faint murmuring as if he was yelling. I looked into the face of my love; his face was a mask of fear. My eyes traveled to his neck where I saw the blood flowing traveling through the veins.

My throat flared again and an instinct to bite took over. I held him in place and bit down on the soft skin of his neck, blood flowed into my mouth, masking the burning in my throat. Daniel was becoming weaker and weaker. Soon his body went limp and blood stopped flowing.

I let go of his body, standing up quickly. Looking down at my husband, at his lifeless body, I froze. My mind couldn't comprehend what I'd just done. So I collapsed down on my knees and cried. No tears came but I sobbed. What have I done?

I killed my husband, I drank his blood! I, what am I? I cradled my husband's body, trying to make sense of what I just did. I could have stayed there forever, but my sense of survival kicked in. I kissed Daniel one last time and laid him on the bed. Taking one last look at my home, I sighed. Then, I ran.

I ran until I was surrounded by trees. No one would know where I was. I looked down at myself, I was filthy. I sighed; I stood still and tested to see if my hearing was still improved. It was, so I tried to listen for water. Then I heard the whisper of a stream and ran in the direction of the water.

It was just what I needed. I kneeled and leaned down to cup some water in my hands. I cleaned my face off. As I looked into the water the reflection staring back stopped me in my tracks.

Gone were my green eyes and lightly tanned face. My usually messy hair changed too. Now I was looking into the face of a demon. The eyes staring at me were bright bloody red. My face was as pale as the moon and my long hair was wavy and shining in the pale moonlight.

No wonder Daniel shied away from me. This wasn't me. I couldn't deny the fact that, well I was beautiful. I had the face of a demon, but it was also like looking at an angel. I had the face of both.

I couldn't stop staring. I looked at every flawless feature until I could only see the dried blood I forgot to wipe completely off. My dress couldn't be saved but I had no other so it would have to do. Then I realized that I should have been freezing but the cold had no effect on me.

I sat on the bank of the stream for hours. I was thinking about what had just happened. I thought about what I could possibly be. I couldn't think of what to do, I was confused as to what was next.

I was so deep in thought that I didn't hear the man approach me until he sat down next to me. "Hello Annalise. My name is Carlisle Cullen. I expect you have a few questions."