Disclaimer: This is the disclaimer for the whole story, because I don't want to put this before every chapter, so remember these next words. I don't own Twilight or any of its characters. I only own this fanfic.

Preface

I think they knew I was staring at them, but they probably didn't care. The way they looked at each other... it was like they'd been separated and had just found each other again. It was like they had found their other half again. Their soul mate. Their beloved.

I'd been living with vampires too long to be incredibly afraid of them anymore - which was probably a stupid reaction when you lived with bloodsucking monsters - even though I still felt a little uneasy when I looked into the bright red eyes of the hunter, knowing I was their prey. But this vampire's eyes were different. They were a dark golden, almost black. If I hadn't been close enough to him to get a good look at his eyes, I wouldn't have noticed the golden tint. I would've thought that he was like any other vampire, only he was thirsty. But why were his eyes golden? I'd only seen one type of vampire in the world, the type with the burgundy eyes. Weren't those the only vampires in existence? I would have to ask someone about that later.

The girl was leaning into him now, tears falling from her eyes. It was so obvious that she was in love with this vampire. The way she stared at him, not bothering to wipe the crystal tears from her cheeks, the way she wouldn't let go of him even for a moment... it was a kind of love so blatantly obvious that even the most unobservant of humans would be able to notice it. Whenever I looked at her, a human among so many vampires, I was bitterly reminded of my own dangerous situation.

A human living with vampires. A human who wanted to be a vampire. A human who was in love with a vampire. We shared all of those traits. And we both knew that we'd end up dead by the conclusion of this venture with the supernatural. But why should death matter so much when we were living a life so risky that we could be killed at any moment? It was a fact that, however scared of death they may be, humans got used to the idea after a while. I was used to the idea of death, even if I was still afraid of it. When you held a secret of this proportion, dying was inevitable.

But when there were two ways to die, one more preferable to us than the other, we wouldn't stop wishing for a different death than nearly every human was cursed with. The question for us is never "will we die?" The question is "how will we die?"

I wished I knew the answer.

A/N: Yes, I know, that was painfully short. Chapter one will be much longer though, I swear. My original plan was to post both the preface and chapter one, but I decided that chapter one wasn't good enough to post yet and I'm editing it. Since I suck at meeting deadlines, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be up. I'll put it up relatively soon though!

Also, many thanks go to my unofficial beta reader Annie for helping me out with the story.

Please review!

--Becky