This is the beginning of a story that I wanted to write, the storyline is in the first chapter so read it and tell me what you think!

It is just here for you to enjoy and read...

Oh and another thing, please can you review, telling if it is going too fast or something like that.

Just tell me what you think of it, please!

I would be very appreciative. Enjoy and review

DISCLAMER: I think that you are meant to say that you do not own Twilight or the characters in it, I don't so I am glad that that is cleared up.

Prologue

There wasn't a single fibre in my being that didn't want to collapse in a defeated huddle, happy to die on the rocky ground right now. The heat from the fires were thickening and scorching. I looked out in front of me desperate to not believe what I was seeing.

But I couldn't, because it was all there, laid out in front of me. I could see what was happening but it did not even take me in as an onlooker. My mind felt like collapsing in with the torment and anguish that I was being surrounded by. Screams and yelps were stinging my ears. The rational fear of the flickering darkness, the wanting and yearning for it to take over just so as I do not have to witness the scene anymore, was excruciating. I needed the fire to die out, turn into a smouldering light so that it does not have to frame the torment in front of me.

I was trapped as a bystander, ordered to watch and do nothing more. The agony and misery in my stomach was so much, I could not handle the situation and I had to run.

To hide.

To just leave and never look back, loathingly like a coward. I had to but I couldn't.

I was cemented to the ground with not even a flicker of hope of escaping, of surviving or of being normal again.

The light burnt my eyes and the heat melted my skin. The emotional pain was worse; the knowledge that I was completely powerless was overwhelming. There was nothing I could do, I could have been a mouse and it would have helped more.

But nothing, absolutely nothing, that I felt or ever could feel was worse than what was happening to the true victims. Their pain was sharp and unbearable. Mine was not at all. Compared to them my pain was a pinprick.

I thought desperately for a way to stop the ordeal. I could have screamed so lividly that I would end up with not even an ounce of breath in my lungs, but nothing would change. I could plummet to my knees and beg and plead for it to finish. For them to leave us with enough life to carry on, but nothing would change.

They couldn't do it.

And they certainly wouldn't.

It was not in their nature for forgiving or accepting pleads. There was nothing that could stop them now. Only when they were finished, we were.

This was a waiting game now.

I was an ignoble spectator in this contest between mortal and immortal.

Hunter and prey.

Lions and lambs.

Vampires and humans.