Hey okay I know I cant write as well as stephenie meyer but you know i'll try.
April 2, 1931
I was just hiking. The setting sun was dancing through the gaps in the canopy. It was getting late and I really should go back home, but I just couldn't go back to that scene. My father had died thirteen years ago, I was only one. I don't remember what he looked like, but that wasn't why I couldn't go back home. My mother had just died this morning. I was left with no one. Both sets of grandparents died within the last ten years and both of my parents didn't have any siblings. I was completely alone and yet I felt like I wasn't. Maybe it was just because I was alone and upset and in the woods. There had been a lot of stories in the paper lately about mysterious disapearences. No evidence was left at the scene of the crimes. All police had were bodies chalk white bodies with the look of terror on their faces.
The breeze made the branches of the trees and me shiver. It was unseasonably cool and it was almost night so it would get even cooler. I decided to turn around and go home. After about a half hour I was still not back, unsure if I was even taking the right path anymore I started to panic. It was completely dark now only the moon and the stars guided me. The crikets talked to each other, but besides that it was silent.
I started to feel like I was being watched. I picked up my pace. A twig snapped near me, but not underneath me. I looked around. Nothing. I saw nothing. I started running now unable to hold in the fear that consumed me. Another twig snapped. Still running, I turned my head and looke over my shoulder. Someone was following me.
I couldn't see the figure well, but I knew it was a man. Still I kept running. I wanted to turn my head and look away from the man, but something about him interested me. He wasn't running after me. He was just walking, but easily twenty feet behind me. No matter how hard I ran, the gap between us never got bigger.
Then the worst thing happened. I tripped over a loose root in the ground, and went sprawling to the forest floor. A lot of my skirt ripped on the way down. With my face covered in dirt, I was turned over by the man. He was very tall and blond. His smile was menacing, but his eyes were the scariest, if my throat was not so dry I would have screamed. His eyes were a deep deep red.
Then he did something I wouldn't have expected from a follower of the night. He bent down with his legs straddleing me and smelled my neck. He sighed with lust, but not the kind you would think. Almost like hunger. I struggled, but his hands held my wrists in a death grip.
It was quick then I didn't even see it coming. He bit my neck. The pain produced tears to my eyes. He then started to suck my blood. I couldn't believe it. This man was a vampire!
"Please don't do this!" I cried through sobs.
He stopped and looked at me with curious eyes, but there was something else in those eyes. It looked like pain, but before I could make sure, he was gone. I hadn't even blinked. I hadn't even seen him move.
I layed there crying, but then there was a sharp burning pain in my neck. I writhed in pain and screamed. I must have passed out from the pain because when I woke up I was in a hospital bed, when I looked at the calendar at the side of my bed, I saw that it was three days later.
The thing that scared me was that I had a horrible craving for blood. It frightened me. I didn't think twice I wrenched open the window of the room and jumped. I didn't realize that it was five stories high. I saw my death coming towards me. I closed my eyes, but when death didn't come soon enough I got impatient and opened my eyes. I was on my feet, on the ground. I didn't die. Surely I would have. I then realized what I had become. I ran. Ran into the woods. Ran to try and find out a solution to my problem. Trying to find the man that created me because when I did, I was going to kill him.