Cold… Alone…
These were the first thoughts I had entering this world. I woke up alone, and looked around me, to be greeted with the sight of many mountain peaks.
I wasn't necessarily cold, as in I needed a blanket, but my skin, if it could be called that, was cold. And even more surprisingly, I was comfortable. Actually, now that I think about it, the snow felt warm to me.
I sat there for quite some time, just looking around, feeling like I could see much clearer than before. What I really wanted to know was how I got here. I didn't remember climbing up a mountain, or going to sleep on one.
And since when was snow warm?
That was when I looked at my shirt. It was covered in red liquid.. Wait a minute. That's blood!
It all came rushing back after that. Running through the forest, trying to get away from the man hunting me. But not running fast enough. Tripping over a root, and throwing my arms up to defend myself. But not being strong enough. Pleading with him to spare me. But not being convincing enough.
He had lunged at me then, saying he hadn't fed in weeks, and that he was thirsty. I screamed and screamed, but no one was around to here me.
But, right when I was at the brink of death, he stopped, and said he would spare me, because he wanted to see how I would turn out when I was changed.
After that, I blacked out, and woke up here.
All I remember is my name is Isabella Swan, and up until very recently, I lived a normal human life, with best friends, a school, and a family.
Now, I am just Isabella Swan. Alone, cold, and thirsty.
I am a vampire.