Ok, so maybe this isn't my first Fan Fiction… I've done other ones… But I've discovered that I do the serious/not funny ones better. This is my new solo account (I share my other one with my friend). Thank You for actually reading this.

OK, I knoooooow this plot is very, very over used, but I really want to do it right. Put my little flare into it and make it mine. Give the characters time to develop and grow on their own will. I will use your input, so if you have a suggestion, please feel free to make it. Oh, yes… And yes, some of my characters will be OOC, you have been warned

--Smurf

Preface

Phoenix, Arizona, December 2002(Bella is 15)

I sighed again and pulled my jacket closer to myself. It might have been Phoenix, but it was still cold in the evening. Which was exactly what time of day it was. About 7:30 to be precise. I was supposed to be walking to my friend Annie's house. We were working on our mitosis lab which was worth 5 per cent of out grade. We agreed to meet up tonight so that we didn't completely fail.

So I here I was walking on my way there. Well, actually my mother was supposed to be driving me. She forgot, again, and made plans with her new boyfriend, Phil. I love my mother and all, but would it kill her to at least once think about prior commitments before agreeing to everything? And doing things in a completely random, non priority order at that?

So here I was, walking, alone, on the streets in Phoenix at night. Is it just me, or does this not sound safe? I could get raped. But, no. Phil's 'big game' was tonight, mom just "couldn't miss it". She told me to take the car. I reminded her I was only 15. Gosh, I just wish that she was a little more responsible.

My mom is weird. And difficult. My mother is weird and difficult. I still love her though, I really do, it's just difficult being the parent while you're still not even legally allowed to drive. My mother is irresponsible and usually leaves me to clean up her messes. Sometimes I really wish that I just lived with my father Charlie. Things would be a lot simpler and less complicated—

Something moved.

Wait, no…

Something moved towards me.

I froze. It was a guy…. This night was just getting better and better, wasn't it? This guy practically had the word 'pedophile" stamped onto his forehead. I found it disturbing that he looked me over like a piece of meat or something, yet still managing to efficiently inject a leer into his (most likely well practiced) look.

"Hey there, baby… You wanna come and have some fun with good Ol' Felix here? You know you want to… Felix is just so hungry and alone…" He started to walk towards me, shooting his arm out and snagging my jacket in his hand.

"No… Let go…" I whimpered, trying to sound confident while I clutched at my arm and tried to pull away. Damn, this guy was strong… He laughed, and just pulled me closer to me, wrapping his arms around me and leaning down towards my ear.

"You really think you could get away from me, little one?" He whispered menacingly to me, starting to stroke my hair and… sniffing it…?

It was then that I noticed something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. Oh, way more wrong than the situation was already. This 'Felix' was all wrong… There was just something not right about him…

It hit me when I was finally close enough to see his eyes….. It was then that I started to scream.

They were red. His eyes were blood red.

And he was cold, ice cold, and as hard and smooth as my newly-installed granite counter top.

As the horror started to fill in me, I started to thrash harder against him. He smiled at my obvious distress, and I started to scream louder. His teeth were…. Indescribable…

"Scream all you want, my darling… No one will hear you…" He breathed in my ear, leaning down to inhale along my neck. I started shuddering.

"W—What do you want with me?" I stuttered, and he chuckled.

"Ahh….Well, small Isabella, I want something very precious to you… In fact, one of the most precious things you have…" He breathed. I shivered, and tears trickled out of my eyes.

"W—What is that?" I stumbled out.

"Your blood…" He whispered, and bit down painfully into my neck. The feeling was… Odd at first. To feel someone forcefully drawn blood from you and then suck it out is an odd experience… You can feel the blood rushing out… You can feel yourself growing weaker, yet you cannot do anything to stop it.

It was then that I knew I was going to die. And I accepted that, strangley enough. Kind of sadly, the only reason I was sad to die was the affect I knew this would have on other people…

My mom would be completely alone… No one to take care of her and to make sure she didn't fall asleep in the bathtub by accident again…

Charlie would feel guilty that he never got to truly know me…

All my responsibilities and requirements would be abandoned… Who would lead the kids at the library in story time on Saturdays now? How would Annie complete the lab on her own?

I pushed aside the guilt, I just floated on the light, happy feeling of blissful nothing-ness.

I then felt it. That is what jolted me back to reality and what was going on.

I felt a burning sensation creep up my head, and I started to cream again, even louder. Felix chuckled, and bit down harder. Everything was slowly starting to click into place as black seeped into my world.

As I felt blessed unconsciousness take over, one word flashed into my mind…

…Vampire…

Hmm…… I think this may be half-way decent… Go me….

Xxoo

--Smurf