Bella's POV:
Sometimes having a good memory is a good thing. Sometimes it's bad. In this case, it couldn't be worse. I remember that day so well. It's of the few human memories I have left. And to think I was going to take just another hiking trip. I thought I could manage all alone.
I can remember feeling the sun on my skin. I remember walking along the path, and then I heard a low grumble. At first, I thought it was nothing, but that was before I turned around.
Standing right there on a ledge two feet above my head was the biggest mountain lion I'd ever seen. It went down into the hunting crouch I remember just a little bit too well. Then, he lunged at me. I tried screaming, but was cut off by it ramming into my body.
I fell to the ground and hit my head on a rock. I was bleeding, but I had worse things to worry about. It had its teeth on my leg, prepared to kill me. I heard the bone crack, and I couldn't hold in a scream any longer.
That's when everything started to happen at once. I didn't see how, but the mountain lion was knocked off me and thrown up against a cliff. Next thing I saw was an angel next to me. He had blonde hair and golden eyes. I knew that I was dying then.
"I have two choices. I can let you die here or I can offer you another lifestyle."
His voice was as soft and smooth as velvet, though his question confused me. I answered him in the best way possible. "I don't want to die. Please save me. Just do something."
He hesitated for a second, as if unsure that I was serious. Then, he lunged at my throat.
Fire. That's all I felt for days. When, I was finally strong enough to open my eyes, I saw him looking at me. His eyes looked full of questions.
"Why are you torturing me? Just kill me already," I screamed. He just kept staring. I gave up and closed my eyes.
After a day or two more, almost all of the fire went away. My throat still burned. I felt thirsty, but not a normal thirst. I didn't want water, but something more. I knew something inside of me had changed, because I wanted blood.