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This chaper is really short. Sorry about that. I promise that the chapers in the future will be a lot longer! This is sort of like the prolouge. Please review and tell me what you think, and if i should continue writing more chapers. Thanks!
PROLOUGE
The light blinded me when I opened my eyes. I moaned and put my hand over my face. My eyelids felt heavy, like they had been clenched together to withstand some pain that I had been going through. I closed them again. I couldn't remember anything, but when I felt a faint burning pain through my veins, something triggered my memory. I remembered that the pain I was feeling now was nothing compared to what I had been going through before. It was as if a fire that I had been unable to put out slowly raced through my veins. I remember screaming in agony. It burns! Please! Please! Make it stop! These were the words that I had said over and over. I remember gripping the sides of the long table that I know lay on, in an act to put out the pain. But nothing could stop it. Though it had passed, I could still feel what the fire had left behind. And now there was a new feeling - a thirst. I didn't understand it at first. I really couldn't even remember my name. But the back of my throat felt parched and dry. I craved for something unknown to me, but whatever it was I knew that I wanted it badly. My eyes searched the little room that I was captive in. Ever so carefully, I sat up. I felt scared and helpless. I wanted to cry, but the tears would not stream down my face. I couldn't cry. I cried out, Help! And as soon as I did someone came rushing into the room. I looked at him with wide eyes. He was so beautiful. His face held concern and caution as he approached me. I didn't know who he was, but he seemed to know me.
"Oh Bella! It's okay, I'm here for you. Are you hurting?" he whisped as he took me in his arms. Bella. I guessed that that was my name. As much as I want to stay in this beautiful strangers arms, I knew that I had to know who he was. Why did he know that I had gone through a terrible suffering and pain?
"Who...who are you?" I mumbled. My voice startled me. It was dry and husky.
He smiled, though his eyes were still concerned. "Bella... it's me Edward." When he spoke his name I froze. I remebered. I remembered everything. I knew who he was. I knew what he was. And now I knew what I had become.