Author's Note:: I do not claim any of the characters that I have based my story on. This is my first attempt at a Lemon, so please reviews and feedback are greatly appreciated.
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I walked down the street thinking of my journey. I was headed north to a small town near Seattle called Forks. I was about three months old. Three months a vampire anyways. I was and would forever remain seventeen years of age. I thought of that. It made me smile. How many women actually dreamed of remaining young forever, and here I was, never asking for it, but achieving it all the same.
I was walking along a dark street amongst one of the rougher suburbs of L.A. I had finally saved enough money to buy Syria, my Siberian husky, a new collar. I was a little past curfew as I walked back toward the orphanage holding the new collar. The guardians would be upset, but I wasn't worried about them. What were they going to do, throw me out? I smiled at the thought. The two little old women we called the "guardians" wouldn't do more than give a slap on the wrist. The new collar was purple, and it would show up against her white fur brilliantly. I didn't want to give it to Syria until I got back home. We walked along the street about eleven. The sun had long since set, and the street lamps flickered as we made our way back to the place I had come to hate. A girl about two years my senior walked along the street with her dog. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She had straight, blond hair that flowed around her shoulders. I'd never seen anyone as frighteningly beautiful. Her long body was graceful, and smooth. Even in her normal clothes, she looked like a supermodel. Until I met her gaze. Her irises were a deep red. As frightened as I was by the look she gave me, I couldn't look away. Her eyes held mine, as I realized she was walking towards me. "Well, hello." Her voice as smooth as honey as she stopped right in front of me. She flashed me a smile, showing a row of perfect white teeth. I turned to walk away, that was all I could think to do. She caught up with me quickly. "Don't be so quick to leave, my sweet. The fun's only just beginning." The next thing I know, her hair was tickling my cheek, and a sharp pain shot through my neck. Syria howled beside me. I knew she had been hurt. A sudden sound wailed getting closer and closer. Blue and red lights shone around us. The girl and her animal disappeared. Although I was drowning in pain, I knew that I had to save myself and Syria. I crawled toward her, losing my sight more than once. I picked her up, and crawled behind some nearby dumpsters. I pulled the two of us under a pile of leaves that were raked against a fence. After I was sure we were hidden, I let the pain have me. I fought back the screams. I knew they would only give away our position. I shifted in and out of consciousness. I awoke from my sort of coma, my heart fluttered and stopped, the pain slowly drifted away. I awoke with new vision. My eyes were bright, and I knew they were the same blood red color as my maker's, but I tried to ignore that. Syria was thinking about how she had been worried because I had taken longer than her to finish, and she was wondering when she was going to get her collar. Wait. How the hell was I hearing her thoughts?
I jumped up. I looked around to make sure no one was around. "Syria," I whispered, "Can you understand me?" I asked looking a bit flabbergasted. "Well, of course I can." She thought. I jumped a little when she understood me. I sighed. I knew what I had become, and I knew the diet of what I was, so I had to get away. I walked along the street. As I came to the end and began to turn right, the sound of crunching, and twisting metal filled my ears. I ran quickly, realizing quickly that I had to slow myself to a human speed. I ran at the ever so slow speed. I got to the car, and an old friend of mine was bleeding with the steering wheel twisted around him. The sight and smell of his blood didn't really do anything to me. It was sort of like a slight sting, like putting alcohol on a paper cut. It wasn't unbearable. I twisted the car away from him. I picked him up, walked to the shadows, and ran as fast as I could to the nearest hospital. I ran to the back, sneaked in the employee entrance, and dropped him off at the empty nurses station. Someone would find him there. I ran out before I was noticed, and I ran back to the forest where I belonged. Syria was waiting for me at the edge. I quickly found her, and we ran around looking for somewhere to stay for a while. We found a cave about four miles out of town. Syria and I spent the next two months there. We hunted and fed. My eyes had calmed to a quiet amber color, and I knew it was safe to come out of hiding. To go about my life like any other vampire trying to be human. I smiled at the thought. I was probably the only vampire in the world that wanted to live life as a human. Perfect features, a voice only angels should possess, unnatural speed and strength, and above all, I had the talent to talk to animals. I found a small pool of water, and before jumping it in one bound, I watched my reflection. I was infinitely beautiful. My bright red hair flowed in curls past my shoulders, my body was slimmed, and hardened into eternal perfection. My eyes were unnaturally bright, and a light amber color. I felt sensuous, and sexy for the first time ever. I looked at myself, and realized that I could probably have any man I wanted. I could be anything I wanted. Who would dare try to stop me? Even in torn blue jeans, black long-sleeved shirt and converse, I looked even more beautiful than my maker. If only I knew her name. I would find her, I would kill her, I would destroy her for doing this to me. But really was it so bad? I was immortal, and beautiful. I was fast and strong. I wouldn't kill people, which didn't really make me a predator. So what was I? Vampires are supposed to be evil creatures that suck the blood from virgins in Transylvania. Weren't they?