Needless to say, I get in weird moods where I write certain things, so hopefully that's enough to tell you why and how this story came about, because I just…I dunno, I technically didn't even think it all through, LOL.

Either way, I hope everyone who reads this enjoys and please, as always, review and let me know what you think!

Missy

I can say that my whole life, fucked up and dysfunctional as it is, started to get really bad at the age of nine, when my mother passed away.

In some form, my family was always battling something: disease, mental or physical…the past… I never knew how bad it all was until it had taken that toll, claiming my mother along with it, leaving me all alone.

I was never one to deal with change well, and that just broke me. My little sister was sent to live with a foster family while receiving her treatment, while I was sent to live with a group home, while my father was located. That took all of seven years, to be exact. I was shuffled from home to home, where I was abused and beaten, and I found out about everything else in the world that made it such a horrible place to live. I guess you could say I valued my life, because I was one of the few humans able to live with the knowledge about vampires, but how I'm still alive, I'll never know.

I met one a while back. I thought that there was a chance that we could get close, but when I began to back off, he pursued me far worse than I ever could imagine. He said that I was his singer, whatever the hell that means! By now, I was used to men taking what they wanted from me, and leaving, so this time was no different. Did I like it? Hell no! But my self-preservation told me, even then, that I couldn't win a fight against a vampire. Once he left, I cried myself to sleep, vowing that I'd never let myself become emotionally connected with anyone, ever again.

Believe it or not, that was only a couple of days ago. The next day, my father was finally found and, oddly enough, he didn't live all that far from me. At least he didn't mind having me back, and was actually glad to see me, though neither of us knew where to begin. I loved him, though, and appreciated him. He kept his distance, not hovering over me or being overly affectionate, for which I'd be eternally grateful for. I trusted him. And that's saying a lot, since I trusted nobody. Anyone who got close to me either died or hurt me, and I don't think that I could handle going through all of that, again. My worry about everything, that included, was overwhelming, sickening me to the point that I couldn't eat, but there wasn't much I could do about it. It had only been two days since I'd been with that vampire, whose name I couldn't even think of without getting ill, therefore I refused to think of it. I just wanted my life over and done with, as soon as possible.

But, as always, I kept my feelings of hatred towards me to myself as I started in the middle of the year at Forks High School, though I did break my promise to my therapist the morning that classes started. Charlie had no idea about my self-harm…actually, I doubt he was told much of anything that happened to me in Seattle, since sending me here came up very fast. Regardless, as I cut myself with one of his razors, I knew he could never know. As the blood began to flow from the wound, I could feel myself getting lightheaded as, literally, all the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders.

I felt better, and even found myself smiling as I made a few more slices on my arm, tasting the blood here and there because, for some odd reason, it seemed to make me feel better. Plus, it actually tasted pretty good to me. And with that, the fear of the day ahead began to evaporate, slowly, with the blood that was released and taken back in by me.

Once I felt as good as I was going to, I cleaned everything, including myself, up. I patched up my arm, pulling on a long sleeve shirt before heading out the door and getting into the old truck that Charlie gave to me, which he got off his friend last minute. I couldn't care less what vehicle it was, as long as I didn't have to walk.

After I parked the monstrosity that was my new ride, I stayed inside my vehicle, idling my time before I had to face the vast population that was a small town school. If my sister had been here with me, she'd be in the seventh grade, so not at the same building, but I could have bonded with her over how good or bad our first days would've been. But alas, I was alone, and intended to keep it that way. Unfortunately, as I walked towards the building, I could see by the looks everyone was giving me that I wouldn't be left alone, try as I might. Forks didn't hold a lot of people, therefore anyone new coming in was fair game.

The first part of my first day was spent shying away from others. If anyone came near me, especially the men, I would jump back as if being electrocuted by something. No one understood this, and seemed to like taunting me more by not keeping their hands to themselves. One guy in particular just couldn't get a clue.

"Why are you acting like that, honey?" he asked me, his voice so icky that it caused my skin to crawl. I whimpered, backing as far as I could into the locker behind me. That's when he boxed me in by putting his arms on either side of me, pressing his body against mine. I could feel his erection against my thigh, and I wanted to throw up.

"P-p-p-p-please," I stuttered out, freezing on the spot. I hated begging, but I was too afraid, too worried to do much else.

"Please, what?" the guy asked, laughing as he mocked me. I was able to sense people staring at us as they walked by, but not one person stopped to try and help me. Figures.

"P-p-please…please let me go," I whispered, my eyes downcast. I jumped when, all of a sudden, I felt him move as his fist connected with the locker door and his other hand grabbed my wrist, hard. I swore I heard something crack, and I whimpered in pain, but tried to keep my tears at bay as he sneered at me in my face.

"You will do as I tell you, stupid bitch!" he spat at me, forcing my body harder into the locker. My heart quickened its pace as I realized that we were alone in the hall. The bell had signaled, and he refused to leave me alone.

I was pretty sure that I was done for, so I closed my eyes, waiting for the end before a gust of wind broke me out of my reverie. As I opened my eyes, to say that I was shocked would be the understatement of the century.

A blond angel…my blond angel…had the boy against a set of lockers across the way, holding him up by the throat with only one hand. After spending a vast amount of time with a vampire, I was sure that was what she was, yet I didn't care. She had saved me, and I felt some sort of tugging pull that was trying to get me closer to her, even though she'd only showed up.

I'd never seen her before, yet I felt like I knew all about her, deep within. And for the first time in my life, I felt truly alive.

But when the boy started bleeding from his nose, I froze. Oddly enough, at one point, I used to faint at the sight, or smell, of blood, but not any longer. Now I seemed to…crave it, and only recently has this happened. I was always fascinated with my own blood, the copper and salt mix of it interesting to taste once I sliced on some part of me, a form of healing was what I told myself, but I used to throw up at the sight of anyone else bleeding.

Yet now, I wanted his blood, and I was standing, quicker, than I ever thought humanly possible. My pulse quickened in anticipation as his face paled in stark comparison to what it had been moments before, but all I could think about was yearning, and revenge.

What in the hell was happening to me?!

I gasped in shock, almost realization, which caused the blond woman to turn towards me. I looked at her with understanding, yet I knew my eyes also showed fear for the unknown. At my body radiating such horror that it couldn't comprehend, she dropped the boy, forgetting about him as he ran off as she came to my aid. Wrapping her arm around me, I saw her tilt her head to the side, as if listening to some silent sound that could tell her everything that she needed to know. I knew I felt a connection with her, but with everything else going on, I was lost on how to deal with it. And then my heart nearly stopped as she rubbed my arms, whispering, "Are you pregnant?"

And that's when I blacked out.