Eight-year-old Sylvia Rose was as normal and tame as they come - a quiet bookworm who had read almost every book she could get her little hands on, even those considered 'too grown up' for a child. However, despite this she found herself slowly being crushed under the weight of a road train, wondering distantly 'why me?'

Sylvia had been slowly strolling home after school in her small town in central Australia. It wasn't even summer, yet the sun was still baking the already red earth, drying out the air and sapping the moisture from her body. It was 35°c and she had her nose buried in a book - reading about vampires and werewolves and a sleepy little town that rained constantly, covered in green. It was her dream to live like that - cold and damp with supernatural beings to make life fun. But it was mostly the descriptions of the rain she loved. It hadn't rained here in months.

It was only a 10-minute walk home from school, which was all the way across 'town'. Though, truthfully, it could barely be considered a town. It was more of a street that intersected the highway running north to south. No one in town drove their cars and no one ever passed through. So, with only a quick glance up from the final pages of her book, she stepped out onto the highway to her waiting mother.

The last thing she heard beside the screams of her mother and the hissing of truck breaks was the gentle clap of paper as she read the last page of breaking dawn, thoroughly disappointed.

...

Edward was driving home from the small post office of the Talkeetna town centre, a 40-minute drive (even with his speeding) from their home nestled into the edge of the Denali national park in the mountains. He had ordered new headphones but they hadn't come yet. Mumbling to himself at how useless the humans in this town were becoming, he spotted a lump on the centre of the road. Recognising quickly that it was a human, he stopped the car and was with the body in seconds.

Looking down at the child he was almost overwhelmed by the smell of blood that pooled out of her head, staining the ice-covered road and book by her hand. It took all his composure to simply gather the girl up, place her in the back seat, and speed off to the town's tiny hospital toward Carlisle.

...

Sylvia found consciousness slowly, having to drag her thoughts through a thick haze to be aware of the pain that encompassed her body. She concentrated hard on her breathing, raspy over the sound of veering machines and the beeping that was slowly gaining in speed. After forcing her eyes to open she was then confronted with the generic toothpaste walls and bland plastic chairs that filled every hospital she had ever seen. 'What happened to me?' The girl rummaged through her cloudy mind in search of an answer but was quickly cut short when the most beautiful man she had ever seen walked through her door.

"Oh, good you are awake." His voice was so silky, thick and charming that it took her a moment to processes what he said. "How are you feeling?" he asked, smiling as he approached her bed.

Her mind too groggy to even think, she looked blankly up at the man.

He pressed his lips together in response, humming softly as he picked up the clipboard from her bed and looked over it. "Are you able to tell me where you are?"

This she understood. However, her mouth became suddenly dry and her voice was nowhere to be found so instead she resolved to shake her head, painful though it was.

The doctor made another humming sound as he scribbled on the clipboard. "That's okay. Can you tell me your name, at least?"

This time she took a moment to really think. 'What is my name?' she wondered hard. The words were only a whisper as they left her. "Sylvia Rose, I think."

"Well, then Sylvia," he began, saying her name with great care as he checked the drips and her heart monitor, "do you remember what happened?"

For a second she could feel the sweltering sun, some far-off scream echoing in her mind as the pages of a book fell into a pool of blood. As quickly as it came, the vision disappeared. She shook her head again.

"Well, dear, we think you were hit by a car on the road just out of town," he began again, now slowly putting the clipboard down and looking at her face. "We haven't been able to find your parents. Do you know where they are?"

Sylvia retreated once again to her mind and found it very blank. She knew her name, but that was it - she couldn't remember any family. Slowly, she looked down at her hands and barely kept herself from screaming. What should be olive tan skin was now almost translucent. She looked up at the doctor in horror, tears streaming her face now. "W-who am I? I-I can't remember!"

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