Chapter one: His Green Eyes

I was a loner, but I was searching for a clan, no something more than that, a family. I needed someone to tell me that they loved me and I needed someone to call me their sister. That is why I was searching for the Cullen family. I had heard of them through word of mouth. I had spent time in Europe; they were famous there for proving the Volturi wrong just weeks ago.

They sounded like they were amazing. They lived in Fork, Washington-- where I was currently running. They did not feed off human blood, but they fed off animal blood. It seemed like a civil way to live and I wanted to learn.

I had not fed in weeks; the pain I was feeling was unbearable. I had to find something to rid myself of this burning. I was currently in Seattle, just miles away from Forks and I found a beautiful boy with dark, curly brown hair and mossy, green eyes. I could not kill him, I wanted his blood but my mind simply would not allow me to kill him… his smell was so appealing I wanted to rip into him… but I could not. I was in love the first time I saw him. This boy would definitely hold up my trip to Forks, but who cared? The Cullens were immortal, they would be around forever, but this boy, he would not be.

His name was Evan; he took me home and sneaked me into the back door. He never once said anything about my solid black eyes. We talked until he fell asleep, I watched him. His chest moved up and down, words slipped from his mouth, his heart beat uneven. His sleep talking was all wordless mutters, until he said something that got me thinking. "No, don't go!" he muttered reaching out for something in his sleep. His hand found mine; he shivered in his sleep as his skin met mine. Whom had he been talking about, had it been me, or someone less significant? I would never know. Sleep talking had to do with the subconscious and not always your dreams.

I woke him with a slight whisper-- it was right before dawn. "Evan, I have to go now," I cooed in his ear. He shivered again as my cool breath washed over his face.

"Why?' he asked, still mostly asleep.

"Because I'm looking for something," I responded.

"Looking for what?" he wondered, finally waking up more and sitting up in his bed.

"Family," I answered, a little smile stretching over my pale features as I mentioned the word.

"Oh, so you have family in Seattle?" he said, admiring my smile.

"Not exactly," I told him, wondering how I would explain if he asked.

"Oh… where then?"

"In Forks," I replied.

"Ew, Forks," he cringed.

I just smiled, "Anyway, I have to go."

His face crumpled, "Wait, don't go."

"Okay, I won't go until the sun comes up," which was only a few moments.

"Okay," he said, he was content with that answer.

"So, you know you talk in your sleep, right?"

"Yeah, I'm aware," he sighed, "What'd I say this time?"

"You said, 'No, don't go!'" I told him.

He cringed, "I don't remember having a dream like that," he told me.

"I figured."

The sun rose just over the horizon, "I have to go, I said sunset."

He placed his hand on mine, "Wait just a minute, please? There's something I want to give you."

"What?" I said, unsurely, afraid of what he might do.

"Close your eyes."

I did and as I did I could feel the heat of his face getting closer to mine, I could hear his heart beat speed up and finally I felt his warm, soft lips press against my cold, hard ones. The burn in my throat roared in protest. This was not right! He was human, I was a vampire.

I pulled away after only a few seconds, I could not take it anymore, I was afraid of hurting him. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you, sometimes I let my strength get the best of me," I smirked and headed towards the window.

"If you'd like to use the door, you can, I'm sure my parents are still asleep."

"Nah, this is just as easy," I grinned.

He followed me. As I reached the window, his fingers interlaced in mine, "Promise me you'll come back?"

"Promise, but I can't guarantee it'll be anytime soon," and with that, I slid open the window and slipped out into a cool Seattle morning.