I feel the cool breeze of wind brush against my skin. I pulled my long sleeved shirt tighter to my body, and gaze over the long lake that lay in front of me. The gorgeous blue ripples stride over the water, and I feel the urge to reach out and touch the...paradise. I feel my eyes water. I gently brush the tears away and dab my sensitive eyes. The atmosphere is silent, and I feel nothing. My body felt numb and limp. I could never explain to myself why I kept coming back to this spot. It was nostalgic in a sense, although I myself had never been to this spot. I know well enough about it by stories my mother, my aunts, and my grandmother had told me.

This was the place that my Father revealed himself...as a cold blooded being, as a...vampire.

I bite my lip. I can never understand why I can't say that word, why it can't flow easily off my lips just as any other word in the dictionary. I never quite let myself believe in those beings, even though I myself am of a mixed breed. I taught myself to wean off the habits of the supernatural, switching to perhaps strawberry juice as a quick replacement for blood. It worked quite well, although the taste would never be as much as a rush to me as it would be to a full blooded human. I always feel the urge to bite, such as a teething young puppy.

I think of my family occasionally. Before I decided I didn't belong with them, I quite enjoyed their company. Mother tried to be the best parent she could be, teaching me lessons. Father was an absolute joy. Jacob was...well, he was Jacob. I still feel my heart grow weak at thought of what he could have possibly done with himself after I left. We were each other's lives, simply put. My aunts were amazing, and of course I loved grandma and grandfather.

I can't let them enter my thoughts anymore. I didn't fit in their puzzle, their solitary life. Leaving was the only option, or else I'd die with a life that was forced upon me from the day I was born. I wanted change, the chance to meet new people. If Jacob truly was my soul mate, and if he truly did care for me, he'd would have let me go without a fight. And he did, in a way. I left in the night, leaving everything behind. No extra clothes, no money, and only a few packets of blood Grandfather Carlise brought home from his job.

Here I am today. Only two weeks after my break out, I stand alone. I look as if I had been beaten horribly, but truthfully I am just dirty. I am starving for blood, as I had run out days ago, but that would go away soon enough. I could fight through this mess. My clothes don't quite fit anymore due to the lack of food that had been entering my body lately.

I turn from the lake and slowly walk back to the road, taking short strides and long breaths. It was becoming cold; The trees had already turned to their autumn shades, and the air was thick and windy. I decide I could hitchhike, but honestly I wasn't too keen on getting into a car with strangers. Instead, I duck under a small, stout bush. I curl into a tight ball, attempting to regain warmth back into my blood stream, and gently place my head on the leaves. I whisper a 'Good night' to myself, and let my mind wander into it's dream state.