Hello! This is my new story. I hope you all enjoy it.

This is kind of dark-ish/violent. It's nothing too bad, though. And remember, this is just the prologue, there is much more to this story than this first chapter offers.

Disclaimer; SM owns all Twilight related things in this story. I'm only borrowing them to soothe my boredom.


"Pitiful creature of darkness,

What kind of life have you known?

God give me courage to show you,

You are not alone..."

- The Phantom of the Opera


Fire.

The only thing I could feel was the fire. The hot blazing flames were racing through my veins. I screamed in agony, trying to figure out how fate had brought me here.

I tried to avert my mind to my last memories before this. It was the middle of the night. I heard a crash coming from downstairs. I dashed out of bed to investigate the noise. The next thing I remembered was being pushed down the stairs by something icy cold.

Falling down the stairs instantly felt like falling towards death.

We all eventually die; however, I always pictured my death to be a somewhat peaceful one. I imagined dying of old age, not now, while I was merely seventeen years old.

The heat from the flames intensified as I squeezed my eyes shut. By now, I could care less about if I lived or died. The pain was unbearable. I reached my hands out and gripped the closest thing that was next to me, I guessed it was my mother's rocking chair.

The thoughts of my mother and father came to mind. Why had they not heard my shouts? I silently prayed that they were not suffering through the same fate as I.

I could not focus on how much time passed by. It felt like minutes, or hours, or even days. How long was this torture going to last? I wished that the source of the pain would have some pity on me. I clenched my teeth together, holding back the screams of anguish.

I could feel my heartbeat quicken, it raced at an inhumanly speed. The pain ripped through me, from my head to my toes, then it went straight toward my chest. I let out a final scream before my heartbeat slowed it pace and then soon stopped entirely.

My eyes opened.

The quality of my vision had sufficiently increased. I could see everything so perfectly. I was amazing.

I got up from the floor in one swift, quick movement. I tried to comprehend if the pain was really over. There was no more fire.

Except one place.

My hand reached to clutch my throat. A thirst burned deep within. As my hand was attached to my neck, I felt as if something was missing. And indeed, something was. A pulse.

How did I exist if I was lacking a common necessity of living?

My eyes caught something in the mirror. I turned my head to stare back at the reflection. I was not sure if the reflection was mine, but it awfully did look like myself. With the exception of the much paler skin, the redefined physical aspects of my face, and the red eyes. The red eyes that made the face in the mirror turn to shock and fear.

I ran out of the house and into the woods that surrounded my parent's house. I did not understand the speed. It was unimaginable. However, I did not stop, I could not stop. I needed to escape to somewhere. Anywhere.

The woods were dark, but I could see perfectly. It was impossible to understand. The clouds that usually covers the sky was non-existent, all the stars shined brightly, but the brightest natural light in the sky wasn't there. It must be a new moon tonight.

Then it hit me. The scent. Something so deliciously sweet, it made my mouth water. In the back of my mind, I assumed it was not the saliva I once had. I stopped and smelled the air, my inner instincts taking over.

I starting running again, feeling the scent grow stronger and stronger with every passing second. I came across a clearing with a small camp set up. A fire pit lay in the center, burnt wood surrounded by ashes. There were two tents side by side. Across the clearing were two horses tied to a tree.

I crouched low to the ground, ready to spring on the first tent. I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing, it felt as if an inner force was controlling me.

In a fast motion, I leapt into the first tent and sank my teeth into the warm, soft flesh of the young man sleeping. He didn't even have time to scream.

The blood tasted magnificent. Better than the oldest and finest wine I have ever had. It was almost sickening how good it felt sucking it from the tan skin of this man.

"What was that?"

I heard an unfamiliar voice. I drained the man dry and came out of the tent. Outside there was a man with a lantern. He was a few inches shorter than me and with short red hair. He stared at me with wide eyes that held nothing but fear. I was certain he saw the blood dripping from my lips and down to my chin.

"What in God's name…?"

I heard his voice, however his lips did not move. I ignored that, the animal within took over once more as I lunged for the other young man.

Fool, didn't stand a chance.

His blood tasted better than the first man, I don't know why, it was much more appealing. I wanted more.

The rustling of the two horses gave me an idea of how to get more.

The animals certainly did not taste as fresh as the blood from the two young men. Perhaps it was the breed, or they were mistreated.

The burning in my throat settled down to a dull fire.

My head cleared and I could think straight again. I watched in horror at the scene of what I had done. One tent was torn to shreds as two dead bodies lay next to the fire pit, across the field, the corpses of the two dead horses lay by the tree that they were originally tied to. I backed away, terrified, and began to run again.

My feet dragged me back to my home. Inside, the entire two-story house was darkened and all was silent. I wandered upstairs and down the hallway to the semi-closed door my parent's master bedroom.

The sight before me was almost as painful and unbearable as the time I felt like I was one fire.

My mother and my father both lie on the floor. Neither hearts were beating. Their eyes were wide opened, showing no sign of life. They were lifeless. Dead.

I shrieked and slammed the door shut behind me.

What had happened? What was happening? I knew none of these questioned would be answered, but I could not help but wonder why.

I just had to do something right, tonight.

The bodies felt as light as feathers when I carried them through the woods. In a clearing, not far from home, I dug up two equal sized holes and set the corpses of my parents inside, then covered them up.

I could not weep, I could not cry. I solemnly stood there, in front of the hand-made graves of my parents. In two large rocks, I carved their names with my fingers and set them at the head of their burial ground. I had no idea why this had to happen. There was only one thing I knew that was a fact; I was a monster. A hideous beast that must be contained.

In the east, the sun was beginning to rise along the horizon. I sat in the shadows of the overgrown trees and stared blankly at the miniature cemetery I created.

The sun reached it peak in the sky, today was going to be a warm day that Washington rarely gets. I could no longer sit there. I needed to run away. Get away.

I stepped into the sun and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. I was stunned. My arm was glittering. What on earth had happened to me? I wanted to tear myself apart and do anything to escape this…this…curse.

I ran once more.

I had nowhere else to go, but my own house. I absolutely loathed the thought of stepping foot in there again, but what other choice did I have? I did not want to endanger more innocent lives.

I exiled myself to my bedroom. I locked my door and slut the drapes that hang over my windows. I did not want any sunlight to give me more evidence of what I had become. I refused to let the animal inside me out.

I counted four days passed; the sharp burning in the back of my throat had become more and more prominent. That is the day when the officers made their arrival.

"This house looks like they have just abandoned it. No wonder the townsfolk were worried about Mr. Mason and his family. After what happened to those campers this weekend, I sure hope that these good people are okay…"

The voice of one of the officer's was crystal clear inside my mind. It sounded as if he was right next to me, talking, rather than downstairs.

"Matthew, come look!" One of them shouted.

"Jesus! Is that blood?" Asked the other, named Matthew

"Let's check upstairs." The first one said.

I could not bear this thirst any longer. The monster inside of me took utter control of my body. I unlocked my bedroom door and sauntered to the top of the staircase.

Two men in police uniforms stood at the bottom of the stairs, they looked up at me. The shorter, pudgier one recognized me first.

"Edward, my boy! What has happened? No one has seen or heard from your family in days!" I recognized his voice to be the one of Matthew's.

He knowing my name confused me, for I did not recognize this man at all. Hell, I didn't recognize myself at all. I knew the night that my parents were killed…Edward Masen died as well. I had no idea who I was now…I was someone else, entirely different.

"What's wrong with the kid, he looks like he has been hypnotized."

Neither of their mouths moved.

I settled into a crouch then launched myself at Matthew, draining the blood out of him in second's time. The other officer took out his nightstick and held it up in defense as Matthews dead body feel to the floor.

I snickered as I picked up the man by his neck and threw him across the room. He tried to crawl away, as he kept repeating:

"Please, oh God, oh God, oh God…"

I picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "Good night, officer." I said in a deep voice that I didn't even recognize.

Images hit me like lightning bolts, one after another, most scenes carried the man before me, it was as if I was seeing instant replays from his life. I don't know this man, nor have I ever seen him before. I dropped him to the floor and pulled my hair. "What is this?!" I screeched.

The police officer saw this as his way out, he started to limp away, but my stopped my teeth, sinking into the back of his neck. The blood tastes so sweet, so incredible. I wanted more. However, the realization of the situation set in. I just murdered two innocent officers that were concerned with my family and me. What had I done?

I was nothing but a soulless demon, with a frozen stone heart that came straight from hell. Hell seems like the only logical place where a person like me belongs. But, of course, I was no longer a person. I could not even be considered a person anymore. I was something much darker. Something that made me hate the very skin I'm in. I was something that possessed me to perform disgusting acts that made my self-loathing grow bigger and bigger. I was one thing…

A monster.


That was kind of short, it was the prologue after all… By the way, next chapter will be 90 years later…dun, dun, DUN!

Poor Edward…I felt bad for throwing him down the stairs in like the second paragraph…

Please, please review and tell me what you think. Love it? Hate it? You think I belong in a looney bin? Let me know…