Chapter One

Dead and Gone

I couldn't remember how it happened, maybe I jumped off a cliff, and maybe I fell down the stairs, being as clumsy as I was. The next thing I knew all I could feel was the strongest pain I had ever felt in my whole life, and I had felt a lot of pains. But this pain was so unbearable. I didn't know if I was screaming, maybe I was. All I could think of was Charlie, and what it would do to him if I died.

Luckily, I could feel my slow heartbeat through the pain that was ripping me from limb to limb. I clenched my fists as another surge of pain soared through my limp body. The pain was so unbearable, I would prefer getting painfully killed; maybe this was it, than to this horrible, horrible pain.

I don't know how long I lay there, in that horrible pain, but it started ceasing. I was surprised as the burning left my face and was moving slowly, but surely down my body. I was audibly wincing as it went down to my fingers and moved down my legs, which has experienced so much damage. I could feel all of the boned in my body miraculously healing, what was happening to me?

As the pain eased on my legs, and left my toes, I could feel my last staggering heartbeat fade, and slowly I opened my eyes. What I saw I wasn't expecting. Well, obviously I was expecting to be on a bed, and in a room. But the clearness, I could see every individual pixel so clearly in front of my eyes. As I jumped I wasn't expecting the speed, and the unclumsiness that usually followed a jump like that. What has happened to me?

I looked down at my self, nothing seemed different, I was wearing the same clothes, but when I looked at my hands I let out a gasp. The paleness was shocking, and now I noticed the rustling of the leaves just outside, the footsteps of people outside, and the heartbeats of everyone. "Charlie?" I called, it seemed as f it was someone else speaking, the musical bells that reached my now sensitive ears sounded nothing like me. I was worried. I could feel the burning in my throat, and so many scents around me, and the one question was rolling and rolling around my head, now that I could think of more things all at once. What has happened to me?

"Charlie?" I called again, and I could hear his silent footsteps as he approached my room. I was still getting used to my new vision, and as Charlie entered, I noticed for the first time that he was as pale as me. He had a weird scent, but it did nothing to me. He smelled different than the people outside. I wanted to cry, I felt like I was about to cry, but no tears would come out. Since when didn't I have any tears? "Charlie… What has happened to me?" I spoke softly and quietly, not even sure that he heard me, in my now musical voice.

"Oh, Bella!" Charlie almost cried, and as he hugged me he didn't feel as cold as he did before this pain. He un hugged me, and held me at arms length. "I was so worried that you weren't going to wake up." He confessed and smiled at me in such relief, that it hurt to look.

"What's happened?" I asked again, and the smiled went as quick as it came.

"Umm, Bella, I think that you should sit down for this love." He said softly, and I obeyed, without saying a word. "As you have noticed you were in pain for the last three days, and your voice and appearance changed. You can also hear better and see better…" He said, and I nodded my head in agreement to each one. How could he know all of that though? "You just went through a big transformation to become a... a..." And his voice trailed off. I had no clue what Charlie was talking about, and I needed to know. Now.

"Charlie! Just spit it out!" I almost screamed, and gripped his had so hard that he winced. Apparently I was stronger also.

"Vampire." He said, and his head was bowed down, so I couldn't see his expression, or he couldn't see mine. I could feel my eyes widening, as I jumped up from my bed, still surprised that I could move without being clumsy, I went over to my wardrobe and opened it to see my mirror. I was speechless. One part of my mind was still thinking what has happened, even though I already knew the answer, and the other part was just shocked.

The beauty that stood before me was staggering. The long brown hair cascading down her back. The crimson eyes, the mesmerising paleness. That creature in front of me, was not me. I didn't know who stood before me. I made my eyes wonder to Charlie, and just then I noticed that he had those amazing features too. "Charlie..?" I whispered. I couldn't believe that he was a vampire too. He didn't reply to my whisper, though I was sure he heard it. "How long have you been like me?" I asked, and he knew what I meant.

How could I have not noticed his beauty, probably because I was used to it. How didn't I notice the strangeness in how Charlie looked and behaved over the years? He was a bloodsucker, now I was one too.

"Umm, when you were about two." He said, and I wasn't exactly surprised. That's why I never noticed, because from such a young age, I was so used to it. It didn't faze me anymore. But I was a whole other story. In this stupid situation I cracked a smile. I was wondering why I was turned into a vampire.

"Dad," I said softly, I so needed these answers. "Why was I changed into a ..." I couldn't get the word out, I wasn't ready for being a monster yet. But Charlie nodded all the same, knowing perfectly well what I meant.

"You were dying Bells, I didn't want to lose you, and so I decided you could be like me." He gave me a sad smile, and even though his face was wrinkled, and his eyes were crimson, she looked just a sad old man with staggering beauty. I nodded, happy that Charlie cared about me that much, that he turned me into a monster, just to keep me.

"Umm, what's that burning in my throat?" I asked, though I could guess. The more I thought about it, the more it burned.

He smiled. "You're thirsty Bella. You need some human blood in you, being a newborn and such." He said warmly, his voice almost as musical as mine was, his moustached lips playing a know smile across them. I knew that my eyes held curiosity in them, I wondered if I would actually have to kill anyone.

"Um, Dad, will I have to kill anyone?" I mumbled, looking at him from under my lashes, focusing on all of those heartbeats from behind the wall, would any of them lose theirs, by me? The monster that I'd become?

The smile on his lips faded from my clear question, and I knew that the answer was yes. I was screaming inside my head, 'Don't be a monster, you're not a monster, and you don't have to be one!' But I knew that there was no different way; it was always known that a vampire fed on human blood, how else was I supposed to survive? To keep my mind off of the burning in my throat, I asked another question, I had to know the answer to it. I just had to.

"Dad, why were you changed into a …?" I asked, not being able to spit out what I was yet. I didn't expect for something like this to be so hard, getting used to being a vampire. Just then, I wondered how much time actually passed since my transformation.

"Bella, this is not the time to talk about what happened to me, now I need to get you fed." He said, with a fatherly look in his eye, which he always had since I was very little. As he stood up, I stood up after him. "We have to go hunt now, so you wouldn't feel thirsty anymore." He said, and I was wondering why was I so normal. Not wanting to go kill a human right the second that I was changed, or try to kill the nearest source of blood close to me. It was all a wonder to me, but hopefully in time Charlie would explain it to me.

I walked through the familiar, but fuzzy, room through the doors into the living room, and then outside. I breathed in, the burning in my throat instantly becoming more unbearable, the excess venom in my mouth flowing freely, I gripped onto the door, I could feel my fingers making dents into the doors. Charlie gripped my arms and didn't let me go, I was struggling, and the scent of all of that blood around me messed with my head. He pulled me, while I kicked, over to the forest near our house. It wasn't sunny, and I could smell the greenery in the air.

Charlie, once again, held me at arms length. "Listen Bella, you must tempt one of those people out there to come with you into this forest. You must not lose control, or everyone will know who we are." I nodded reluctantly, the wheels in my head telling me that I didn't want to kill any of those innocent people walking down the street. I took another breath, and at once regretted it.

I took the few steps that it took for me to the victim filled street, I wanted to kill them all, but the warmness of my now un beating heart not letting me set my self loose. I found the perfect pray; he was walking down the street, in slow steps. I could feel that innocent victim's eyes widen at the sight of me. My new found beauty mesmerising him. He came closer; I wouldn't have to do the chatting up.

"Hey baby." He said, I could hear his heart speeding up as he took my appearance in, I smiled and his eyes widened.

"Hello there." I smiled, my teeth showing, un scarily. "You want to follow me?" I winked, not knowing what on earth I was doing. I tried to contain my venom in, but it was such a struggle for me, I swallowed, and watched as he nodded, finally speechless. I walked forward hearing his footsteps behind me. He was breathing heavily as I took him into the forest, to where Charlie was standing.

I wasn't smiling, as I took him to where I was sure people couldn't hear his scream. "I'm sorry I have to do this…" I said, and walked towards him. He was panting, his feet glued to the ground. His eyes widened as I leaned into his neck, without smelling it and quickly bit my teeth into his flesh. He let out a yelp, but was silenced in a second more. As I sucked, I felt like crying. I didn't want to be this monster. And to think, I didn't even know his name.

As I finished, the burning had ceased, but didn't leave my throat. I walked over to Charlie, a mourning expression on my face. "I feel so bad…" I whispered and Charlie nodded.

"I know honey," He said, rubbing my arm in comfort, "that's life Bella, it's not our fault who we are." He said softly, and I nodded. I knew it was like that, but it didn't stop me feeling rubbish.

Just then, I could hear inhumanly fast footsteps running through the forest. My head snapped up, to see a man. He smelled like no other human. I couldn't hear his heart beat, or his breath. He was definitely one of us.

Charlie stepped forward, "What brings you here young man?" Charlie asked, the guy, who was tall. With long blonde hair, tied at the nape of his neck. The vampire sent a sneer Charlie's way.

"Move out of my way, Grandpa." He said, his musical voice full of menace, and I snarled. I don't know where that came from. "What do we have here?" He asked, looking me up and down. Appraising me with his eyes. I didn't like that looks, it annoyed me.

I felt anger surge through me, at his perverted stare. I jumped onto him, knocking him onto the floor. "My dad is not a 'Grandpa' to you." I snarled in his face. I could see the shock in his face, he definitely wasn't expecting that. I got off of him, a murderous expression on my face. He smiled.

"Feisty, I like it." He said, like trying to tempt a human into coming to him. I threw a disgusted look. "I'm James." He said, introducing him self. I wasn't even going to bother introducing my self; this wasn't a time for niceness.

"I suggest that you leave." Charlie said, in a voice so low, that I wondered if James could hear it.

"What if I don't want to?" He asked amusement in his voice, his blonde eye brow raised. I wasn't taking thus, and as I was to step forward, Charlie put a hand on my shoulder to stop me, and I felt James's gaze back on me. "So you want to fight?" He winked and something came out deep in my throat. I don't even know what I said. He laughed like a maniac, and I glared. I really didn't like this sorry excuse for a monster.

"Leave, young man, or I will make you." Charlie threatened, with a calm voice. It would have worked for me; I would have been quite scared. But it seemed that it had no effect on James.

"H-o-w?" He stretched that word out, like he was talking to a two year old, and finally Charlie couldn't take it. In the next fraction of a second, Charlie was on James, and he was biting his skin. But James was fast, he grabbed Charlie's head and smacked it against a tree. I could hear the crack of the tree. When Charlie got free he grabbed James's waist, and pushed him into another tree breaking it. My eyes were wide, watching the two men fight.

I winched as James hit Charlie audible, and his hands were once again on Charlie's head. This time I could hear the crack that Charlie's head made as James pushed it to the side, with all of his force. The next thing I knew he was lighting a match and throwing it onto the floor. When the fire spread, in about a twentieth of a second, Charlie was in the fire, before I could even yell. I could smell the purple fumes.

"No!" I cried, running to the fire, but the flames were too big. James was gone before I could blink. I had just lost Charlie.

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Jurate xxx