Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I have enjoyed the series immensely but do not claim to be an expert. With that said, I'm trying to stay true to the series while at the same time add some of my own mythology mixed inside Mrs. Meyers.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy.

I would love to introduce myself. I can't, because I have no idea who I am. Well, no idea who I was. I remember bits and pieces of my childhood. My family was large, and I was the youngest. I remember being loved and adored by them all. I can't remember names or even faces. My immediate family, my parents and I, lived in a small cottage at the edge of the forest near a small northwestern town called Forks.

I remember my room vividly. I had ordered father to repaint the walls a mixture of pink and purple as that was my current favorite mesh of colors. Mother would read to me and I'd fall asleep to the sound of her voice.

A part of me wishes I could forget the night it happened. But it's the only thing I have left clinging to my past. I was nine years old when it happened. I don't remember it precisely but there was fire….and vampires.

There were lies, rumors, and made up stories of what could have happened to my family in the small quiet town of forks. A forest fire was the favorite one. Some say it was bears. No one claimed anything to do with the paranormal or supernatural. However, I knew what I saw lingering out my bedroom window in the night. The first month people didn't care what I said because I was dealing with something traumatic. My brain was too young to process the experience so my mind dubbed it an attack on vampires. After I was deemed to be out of the umbrella of mourning, people began to make fun of me for my vampire theory. About the third month the psychiatrist, the psychologist and the therapist were all brought in. Luckily for me, I inherited thousands so the fees could come straight from my bank account, according to my grandmother.

Despite the back and forth between my grandparents, the decision was made that I would move faraway from Forks. The idea was to A. keep me away from the laughter B. keep me away from traumatic memories and C. because I was the only thing my grandmother had left of her child.

After the attack though, I could hardly remember my own name. Given that I was nine, I wanted nothing more than feel safe. I'm sixteen now and know one thing for certain. There are still vampires in Forks, Washington.

Through the years, I have googles and snatched any info I could relating to the topic. Revenge drives me into the late of night looking for anything useful. My grandmother doesn't approve of me moving back to Forks, but I want to…need to. There's an overwhelming urge in me that must go back. If not for myself…for my parents.

You're probably wondering how can a little sixteen year old girl like me take on a vampire. If I were any other person, probably not., but something inside me says I'm not ordinary. I don't think I've ever been ordinary.

Late at night I can hear this calling ring inside me. It wants me to go after them. I'm not ignoring it anymore.