A/N: So this was originally supposed to be a one-shot, but I decided to make it into a 5-chapter story. This is inspired by the song, "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace.

Disclaimer: I do not own the song, nor do I own Twilight. I wish I owned the Cullen Boys, but sadly, I do not.

I walked through the back alley, my black combat boots noiselessly pounding the pavement. A cool breeze suddenly blew the mouthwatering scent of a human my way. Venom pooled in my mouth as I figured the mortal's location to my own; just a few blocks away, and coming closer to me every second. I wondered how I should attack: should I lure him near me with my body, or surprise him, ripping out his throat right before he screamed? I detested the sound of screaming; it was too much for my acute hearing to handle.

As the human moved ever closer, I decided to seduce him; I had more fun in that. I soundlessly sat on a trashcan, letting my short, denim skirt show my thighs, and slipping my leather jacket off my shoulders, showing the tight, black tank top I wore beneath. My pale skin glowed in the moonlight, but it was nothing compared to what it would look like in the sun.

Then the human appeared, the strong scent of booze clinging to him. This would be too easy. I turned my head towards him, letting my long, brown hair flip behind me. The drunkard staggered towards me, and I noticed that he was wearing a company shirt.

"Getting wasted off of the firm's money?" I asked, slowly stepping down from my seat.

"None of your business, whore," he replied, and I held back a snarl. No one insults me. I would enjoy his death even more.

"Then what is my business?" I was right in front of him now, and I let my drug-like breath waft around him.

He seemed dazed for a second, then got his mind together. Well, as together as it could be, since he had decided to drink a keg of beer.

"I'll tell you," he said, and he grabbed my shoulders, pushing me against the brick building. At least, that's what he meant to do. I didn't budge an inch, and he was using all of his weak force. His eyes widened in horror as he looked into my pitch black eyes.

"This is for calling me a whore," I hissed, and sunk my teeth into him. With a flick of my wrist, I broke his neck, and I was able to enjoy my meal in peace.

Once I had finished, the last drops of the warm liquid sliding down my throat, quenching the burning, I dragged his body behind the dumpster. No need to keep him out in the open, I figured. As I continued on my midnight stroll, now on the open sidewalk, I let my thoughts wander over many subjects. The main one: how the hell did I become this bloodthirsty monster?

Many years ago, in a different town hundreds of miles away, when I was fifteen, I was walking home from school, when something pulled me into an alley. I thought a saw a flash of flame-red hair, but my head was turned away from my attacker. It bit my neck, and I burned for three days, all alone, not knowing what the hell was happening to me. When I finally snapped out of it, a human wandered across my path. I had my first taste of blood, driven on pure instinct. It didn't take me long to realize what I had become: a vampire. I fled the city, not wanting to endanger my family.

My family. The words cut through my dead heart. Were my parents still alive? No, probably not. A memory flashed through my mind; it was vague, having been experienced with human senses, but it was one of the only things I had been able to carry over into this new life. My parents and I on the beach, collecting sea shells. They were laughing, and so was I. When was the last time I laughed? I found no joy in my existence anymore.

With this epiphany, I lost my threatening façade. I ran for the nearest alleyway, and I let all of the built-up depression out. Suddenly, through my tearless sobs I heard someone approaching. Not wanting to partake in another meal (knowing I wouldn't be able to resist), I was about to jump onto the roof of the small building when I noticed that the scent wasn't human.

I had only crossed paths with a vampire three times before, and let's just say those meetings never ended well. I was about to escape from the enclosed space when I heard a smooth voice say in a southern accent, "Good evening, miss."

I spun around, and there was the most attractive male in the world. Tall, leonine, blonde locks which fell into his eyes…Wait, his eyes weren't crimson or black. They were…gold. I panicked a bit.

"It's okay. I won't hurt you." A wave of peace washed over me.

"I don't need your help, empath," I spat, backing away from him.

He matched my pace. "How did you know?"

"It's kind of obvious when an emotion suddenly overwhelms you, don't you agree?" I asked.

He smirked. "I suppose you're right."

"What do you want from me?" I asked, and by this time I had backed myself into a dead-end. Literally.

"What's your name?" he asked casually.

"None of your damn business."

"Well, how old are you?" He was less than a foot away from me, and the smell of his breath was better than any human blood.

"Fifteen," I replied quickly.

"How long have you been a vampire?" he asked, rephrasing his question.

"Too long," I sighed. "I've been eternally damned to drink the blood of mortals. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Some people might not mind it," he said, taking in my emotions.

"Oh, yeah? Well how about some freak, out of nowhere, setting your veins on fire and then, after being alone for three days in hell, you sink your fangs into the neck of your best friend?!"

I began sobbing again, the memory all too vivid. She was calling me, searching for me, and it was too late when I put the voice to the person. Her death was quick, though; being a newborn, you tend to drink the blood faster.

"I'm so sorry," the stranger said sincerely, and sent calming waves through me.

He had to stop doing that. I went to lunge at him, but he grabbed me and held me up against the wall. I tried to break his grip, but he was much stronger than me. I growled at him, my red eyes turning to slits.

"Listen to me," he almost pleaded. "I can help you. You don't have to live this way."

"What are you talking about?" I said through clenched teeth.

"The reason my eyes are gold- I live off of animal blood. It is possible, but it's hard to learn self-control."

"Not much of a persuasion," I hissed.

"Please. I want to help you. You're a good person." He backed away from me, giving me my space. "Please."

His hand was extended. I could run away, leaving his ass behind, or take his hand, following him into a better lifestyle.

My existence would be rid of all the agony…The heartache…Not having to hide in the filthy back streets of society every moment. This stranger was offering me hope.

I looked at him, my mind made up. "I'll go with you, but I'm not holding your hand."

He laughed. "Fair enough."

We walked out of the dark alley, his arm around my waist.

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