Things that are on a need-to-know basis:This story takes place after Bella meets the Volturi. She is still human

Summary: Raiden Peregrine is hunted by all human-blood drinking vampires. She is an anomaly, a freak of nature, a hybrid that destroys human suckers. She goes to a school in Forks, hoping that she will be left alone for good- but nothing good ever comes from her luck. She is considered invisible, a quiet girl, with a secret that lands her in the middle of a full-blown vampire war.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything but the plot

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I remember that horrible day as if it happened only yesterday.

How old was I? Ah, yes. I think I was about six when it happened.

One question before I tell my story.

Do you belive in monster tales? The ones about werewolves, vampires, and other half-human species?

I thought not. You should leave now, my tale isn't one for human ears.

What was that? You think I'm human? -laughs bitterly-

Oh, how I wish I was. You see, in a way, I'm not supposed to be alive.

Getting confused?

Maybe I should rewind. Where was I? Oh yes. I was six when it happened, it was a cold, bitter, December.

Christmas day, actually.

But before I continue, you need to know about my background. On July 4, when I was but one year old, a serial killer came into my home and murdered my parents while they slept. Why he didn't kill me as well, I will never know. I was shipped then to an orphanage, I can't remember what it was called.

Oh, I remember now. It was called the St. Giles Orphanage for Girls, 46 St. Giles Street, Northampton, England.

Never heard of it? I knew you wouldn't. It burned down at least seventy years ago.

How old am I? I'm afraid that question will have to wait for later.

I stayed at the orphanage until I was first adopted, and then bounced foster home to foster home, always being sent back for "being too weird", or "too quiet", or "gets in trouble too often". I think it was my look of innocence that kept on getting me adopted.

Oh, how I wish for those days again.

I wasn't popular with all the other orphan girls. They made fun of my small stature, my pale skin, my "weird, creepy eyes". So it was on Christmas day that they locked me out of the orphanage when it was warm inside and couples were looking around for a child to adopt.

I remember looking into the windows, as the cold, cold snow fell on my thin clothes. I remember hearing the laughter of the girls and adults. And nobody was looking for me. My small feet shuffled down the alley, rubbing my arms to get warmth back into them.

And then I met him.

He was tall, pale, and gorgeous. His dark, soot-black hair was chin length in a style that was out years ago, but strangely looked good on his pointed face. His eyes are what burn into my mind.

A dark, blood-red burgundy colour, his pupils dilated with lust as he looked down at me.

I distinctly remember being afraid.

Before I could blink, I was slammed up against the rough brick wall, the breath knocked out of me.

He smiled wickedly, and I heard a raven crow somewhere in the night. I was frozen with fear.

And then be bit me.

In a sick, twisted, masochistic way, I have to say that I was glad that he was one of those old fashioned vamps. The kind that has to suck out your juices in order to turn you. His fangs cut into my jugular, and warm blood started gushing down my neck and he lapped away contentedly, trying to-

Oh, I'm sorry. Am I frightening you? Leave, then.

Well, anyways, I don't know what stopped him, but he left his job half finished. Another caw of a raven, and he disappeared.

Left in the cold blizzard, bleeding heavily through my neck, it was a surprise that I lived through the night.

Oh, I could just laugh as the matron took out the garbage and took in my mangled appearance.

I became more and more withdrawn, become invisible to everyone, everything. Their constant worries of everyday matters quickly pushed me out of mind, out of thought. The way I wanted it.

I left the orphanage a year and half later.

I strike fear in many of the human-sucking vamps out there in the world now, for what I've become.

They call me Dayshadow.

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Frenchie 283: There we go! The prologue is up? What do you think about it? This is the first time I've ever written a more macabre, action kind of fic. PLEASE tell me what you think of it! I would love for some constructive criticism. THANKS!