Its incredibly disconcerting waking up and not knowing who or where you are. You keep expecting it to come back to you, but it doesn't. You have this feeling of being out of place, like you aren't the person that you should be, and everything would fit if you could just remember.

I was so starving. How could someone like me go on living? This way of life was wrong, there was another way, wasn't there? I just couldn't remember it. I could only remember waking up, and life since then. I'd learned in the 3 years since that normal people sleep. I learned that how I felt was right, that most people don't have this urge to latch onto the neck of the nearest person and suck the life out of them. I learned that most people certainly don't attack and kill there fellow man because they are hungry. That was the most important thing I learned. That I was right, and my body was wrong, for wanting to hurt others like this.

I learned other things too. Most people don't glitter in the sun, so wear a burka or only go out when there is no sun. Most people aren't ogled by men and hated by women as soon as they walk into the room. Sometimes the burka was a blessing. I've learned most people aren't this strong. Or this fast. I've learned to astral project myself and anyone I touch, taking our minds into a world created by my imagination. I've learned that I am a vampire, and most people are good and simple and live, love, and die. But not me.

I hated this. I was so hungry that I couldn't stay away. I was going to kill someone, and I would be so disgusted with what I am that I would probably go try and kill myself again. No. I wouldn't. I'd given up on that long ago. And these days some semblance of a will to live had emerged.

I walked into the alley, where I knew the lone homeless man spent his days. He was asleep. Thank god for that at least. I can't stand the terror and the pain in their eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whisper as I lean down. I bite into his neck, and he wakes up. You can see his surprise in his posture, surpirse that its a thin woman, no, a girl, with shimmering brown hair that is holding him down and drinking his life blood straight out of him. Then I make the mistake. Same mistake I make every time. I look into his eyes.

I drop him, and am on the roof tops a block away before he even hits the ground. Sobbing without tears as the snow comes down around me. Most people, I've learned, can cry.

I'm 5'7" with long brown hair and pail skin. Most people who look like me diet all the time. I weigh around 120 pounds, even though I think I'm denser than most people. I've been told I have a dancer's build.

I'd been living on the edge of the law I suppose since I woke up. After all the people I killed, what was a little thievery besides? At least everyone went home to their families afterward. It had been nearly a month since I had attacked the homeless man in that alley. I'd spent the first night crying on that rooftop. I hadn't even drank my fill. I was so hungry.

I was south of where I had been before. I wasn't really in the city proper anymore, more south of it. It was some sort of college campus, with old gothic architecture and large grassy fields surrounded by dorms and classes.

I was following a woman. It was happening again, where I got so weak I had to give in. I just couldn't fight anymore. She walked past the mouth of an alley, two dark buildings dedicated to enlightenment and knowledge the only witnesses as I prepared to pounce.

I gasped as something slammed into me, throwing me into the very alley that would have been her death trap.

As I stood up, I felt a pair of hands grasping me. Hands as cold as my own. I looked up into a face as pale as my own, grinning in victory. Then I felt a pain, a burning like nothing I ever felt in my life. What was he doing to me. I couldn't concentrate. Not on anything but the flames that were making the skin and muscle on my arms shrivel to reveal the bone. As I tried to scream he covered my mouth, and no sound emerged.

Then it stopped. I looked down and I was fine. No burns on me. Still the ungodly perfect skin that marked me as a murderer.

"So you're the one responsible for all the newborns Jane and I have been having to run around exterminating," he said as he took his hand off my mouth.

"What are you talking about? Who are you? Why are you attacking me? Let me go!!" I shouted before I was shut up by fire burning through me, leaving me sobbing on the ground.

"Now try to be quieter. We are members of the Volturi Guard. Think of us as a police force for the vampire world if you like. And who might you be?"

I stared at him, my mind frantically processing all the information. There are more like me? So many more that they have a police force? How many people must we kill every day to survive?

I realized that it had been a few seconds since he asked his question when he pinned me to the wall with a hand around my throat. If I'd been human I would have suffocated. A young girl, a child came over to stand next to him. Jane, I guess? I couldn't get air through my neck to speak. Jane wandered back into the shadows. I could see her eyes on me still, focusing like I was the only thing in the world.

"No matter then. I'm afraid that you've proven yourself to much of a nuisance to be allowed to live."

Just kill me then. Please don't burn me again. And I should die. We should all die. We are wrong. As I felt fingers squeezing harder to snap my neck, I suddenly smelled the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I forgot about the hand around my throat, and the fact that I deserved to burn in hell. The scent was so good. So pure and clean. I smelled a reason to live, just to taste whatever that was. Three heads snapped to the entrance of the alley as we all noticed it at the same instant.

"What the hell are you doing?!" shouted some voice angrily. It was a human. He cried out as Jane immediately hit him with her mental fire, but now I would fight. If only for that smell! I broke off the hand that was holding me at the wrist, punching right through the arm holding me to the wall. I'd never punched as hard as I did right then, desperate will to survive and hunger giving me a strength I didn't know I had. I pushed off the wall so hard I flew to the human who smelled so delicious. As I hit the ground, I felt flames burning through me. I grabbed the prone form on the ground, and was over the nearest wall before I had time to think about the pain.