Yay, this is my first story! -doe eyes- Read, please?

P.S. Euuurrrggghhh I don't know why I have to write this. I mean, it's pretty obvious that I don't own Twilight, it's Fan Fiction, not Author Fiction or whatever. But, it's the rule. I don't own Twilight, blah blah blah, Stephanie Meyer does, blah blah. The only things I own are the Mereaus.

Sorry, don't be disappointed. This chapter will be very dark. Don't worry, though. It'll get better, lighter, happier. This is just to show how horrible Sienna's life was before…

Um, just to let you know, -……- means "later". Just to clarify stuff.

Chapter 1: Blood Lust

Blood.

A funny thing, blood is. Makes some vomit. Cringe in disgust. Others like it. Lick a finger after they get a paper cut, say they love it.

They don't know what love is.

I don't love it. I need it. If I don't get it in the time of a month, I get the worst sensation of my young life. It's like you're dying. Only, of course, I can't die. Believe me, I've tried. Jump out of a window, off the Space Needle, stay underwater for an hour; not a scratch on me.

The thing is, I'm different. Always had been. The psychiatrists my mother sicced on me all said it was normal teenage behavior. Yeah, right. I wasn't convinced. Neither was my mom, I could tell. She was convinced I was some messed-up runaway kid back from the orphanage. Oh, I never told you, did I? I'm a foster child. My real parent's current whereabouts are unknown. Mr. Avery, the orphanage caretaker I hated so passionately, told me my parents dropped nine month old me off, driving away in a canary yellow Porsche, laughing their heads off. That was it. Sure, they left me a small fortune in cash, but did they even bother to meet me? To get to know me, love me, care for me? Nope. They left without a care in their minds. "Oh, little Sienna will be fine in the orphanage." No more.

That was what I was doing now. Finding blood, I mean. I came to accept that I'm just some sort of freak killer. Being in such close proximity to humans is dangerous. I mean, I didn't want to become overcome with the scent and suddenly up and attack every helpless human in the building they call school. Even though I'm getting much better at mastering the instincts the monster in my mind control me to do, it is way easier to keep in charge of myself after hunting. After telling my step brother Brad, who was the only one who didn't think I was some freak psychopath, that I would be out at the mall, I escaped to the streets of Seattle -- not a pretty place. Druggies the same age as myself slumped against the coarse sidewalk, men with SIG Sauers cocked at nothing in particular, glaring at me with black eyes, and the vast loneliness that I had come accustomed to in life. I quickly found my target. Marty Gunthrick, the serial killer who raped and murdered innocent woman. Have you guessed what I am yet? I'm a vampire. I need blood. I'm indestructible.

I arrogantly walked over to him, making sure to swing my butt just so. I saw his eyes rake over my body. Men. They're despicable. I had carefully changed as soon as I got out of the house into what I called my hunting outfit. Black mini. Fishnets. See-through top. The works.

"Hey, miss," Marty said, trying to sound polite yet somehow sexy. I wasn't fooled. There was something in his eyes, something sinister. He took a step closer.

I gave him a fake once-over, smiling seductively. He looked excited.

"So, you wanna?" I asked quietly. His eyes widened at my tone and took a step closer. Marty suddenly grabbed my waist, pushed me into an empty shop, and threw me onto the floor. I played along with him, pretending to be out of breath.

He was panting. "Now," he said. "Now." He took a wicked knife out of his coat, put it smack on my jugular, and straddled me.

I widened my eyes in fake fear. "No!" Marty looked insanely happy. Psychopaths were so easy to appease. He tore open my shirt in a sudden movement and looked down at me in wonder.

I had had enough.

I stood up so suddenly and fast that Marty flew off me landing on a pile of glass bottles in the corner.

Towering over him, I said, "Why did you kill all those women?"

He jumped up and took a running swipe with his knife, ripping my flimsy shirt. Now it was in tatters. Good thing I never got cold.

I grabbed his knife and flung it through the window, where it landed a few blocks beyond. The window exploded in a shower of glass, getting caught in my hair and landing in Marty's face. He screamed.

"Well," I asked calmly. He skittered away from me on his knees. I kicked him in the kidney, not hard, though. I would need all his innards in place.

"They… they need punishing!" He cried, frantically picking the deeply embedded glass off his face. "As do you!"

I laughed. "Oh really? Punishing for what?"

He cowered, saying no more. I ran at him… and you don't need to know the rest.

-………-

"Sienna, you look like hell," my other step brother, Jason, said.

"Oh, thanks," I replied sarcastically. Truth was, I actually did look like hell. My blouse was ripped open from the "incident", my hair in a whirl, and I had a speck of Marty's dried blood on my skirt. I'd have to be more careful next time.

I escaped as quick as I could up the stairs, before Jason could notice anything else about my attire.

I looked at myself in the oak floor-length mirror in my small room. It was worse than I thought. I'd have to take another shower. School tomorrow.

Oh, hell.

Reviews, please! They make me happy! I KNOW this chapter was very dull and dark and sinister, but the next will be better. Just maybe the Cullens will make their entrance soon!