This is just something that I wrote just after I read twilight. Enjoy!

It was sad to think that the rest of your family was downstairs watching some cheesy talent show and you didn't feel welcome. That's how I felt. I was, and still am an outcast. This is my story.

January 16, 1934. that's when I was born. Well born again. I lived in an era where having underwear was a luxury. I remember being bitten. I remember waking up and finding what I had become. My eyes were black, pitch as night, and as stone solid black granite. Then the chestnut wagon lady came, and I just couldn't resist.

Blood tasted like victory. It was everything that I thirsted for, all my desires in a red liquid. When I drank, I was content. I felt ashamed, only that I had lured her in. I didn't know what I looked like until a day later, when I found myself in a shop mirror.

There I was, one of the most hypnotic creatures ever. My piercing eyes against my pale translucent skin. My features angular, defined. My hair, a wild mess of black curls that dropped to my lower back. I was a reflection of female envy and of male desire.

And that's when I met my matches.

Coming out of the shop were the doctor and his family. The Cullens, people called them. The family was two pairs; the doctor and his mate, and the bronze haired boy and his mate. They were all laughing, with their identical topaz eyes. Their beauty was radiant, pure joy and bliss. I wondered how and why these people were not in high society and just commoners. They were too beautiful.

Instantly I was jealous. I wanted to challenge them. They were the originals and I was a mere prototype. I felt insignificant. I tried to rationalize with myself, trying to say that I needed to fight them off so I could claim my territory for hunting. I didn't want to destroy them. All I knew was that I couldn't bring myself to face them. So I stalked them. I followed them from a great distance, locking my eyes on the men. The men seemed so much more flawless than the women did. They were all just so irrevocably beautiful.

I knew about the Cullens before this. They were known throughout the town. But I had never personally taken animosity towards them, until this moment. Maybe because now, I was up to par with them.

Our kind can identify with each other. We know each other's whereabouts, and we know who has hunted and who has not. We can organize parties and we can organize hunts, together, without speaking a word.

I desperately wanted to organize a hunt with the doctor and his family. That way I would be able to lure them in, and defend myself, making me the coveted beauty of the night.

After many days of anticipation I came and found the Cullens again. As usual they were out and about, and walked around the town as if they were normal. They were as far from normal as they could have ever been. They were below and I was above. I decided to jump down from great heights so I could grasp their attention.

They all entered Mr. Teeny's ice cream parlor. Just as the pale hand of the doctor touched the door knob, I sprang myself off the roof and crouched at their feet.

Of course they were caught off guard. They were startled, but the blonde beauty regained her composure, not even flinching. However the bronze haired boy, the attractive youthful boy didn't even seemed frayed.

He was dazzling to look at. At that moment I decided that if I were to take on the doctor and his family I would have saved him.

Talking with the doctor felt like talking to a GOD, frightening but a worth while experience.

He spoke eloquently, while I on the opposition was curt and harsh. One thing I knew was that I was acting overbearingly defensive, staring them all in the eye. Each word I spoke was hissed, but hushed so I wouldn't draw attention.

"Our permanent residence is near here, so please try to…"

"I am fairly civilized in my hunts. You are welcome to join me doctor, you and your family."

The lady with the auburn hair stepped forward and placed a hand on her mate. She looked at him lovingly and reassuringly. "We only eat meat. We prefer to hunt animals."

I knew that about them. I could instantly tell. They would never be as strong or as happy as I was. To me, it felt like a victory. "I see." I said, ponderingly. "Well, I guess I can go on my nomadic way then."

The boy looked at me directly and smiled a corner smile. "I guess you should be off then." It was a gracious way of telling me to leave. The doctor smiled and I turned around.

It was amusing, how they took things so lightly. They were so composed, cool about everything. When I got out of the ally I ran up the wall and sat on the roof, and watched the Cullens below from high above. They continued on their merry way, with no sign of worry or derangedness in the world. This too I envied. I watched the males put their hands on the small of their mate's backs. In return, the women smiled at their mates as they stepped forward on the cobblestone streets.

That accounted for my reason why I wanted to demolish the Cullens. They were happy-too happy to be on the existence of the earth. I looked at myself through my eyes. I couldn't see a soul, I saw a slave, a slave to blood. Maybe my beauty was supposed to be a supplement for my constant ravenous want to hunt. Being a slave was something that I didn't like. Then I realized by looking at the Cullens who were vampires-and since only vampires created vampires- who created me?

Were the Cullens the reason for my existence? Were they the ones that bit me? The only things that I had gained from this was beauty, and an infatiguable thirst for red life. Did the Cullens want me to live taking away other people's lives? How could such good natured people want other people to suffer?

I was going over my head. Maybe there were more vampires than I thought. My presumptions were clearly invalid, or absurd. I wanted to know, but I couldn't go around the town parading and cowering for more vampires.

But that's when my luck changed, and the younger pair of mates were staring directly at me, with incomprehensible wrath in their eyes.