It was the kind of day when things that should normally go wrong don't. the sun was shining, not a cloud in sight and the grass seemed strangely … green. Natasha looked up into the sky, wondering where that had all gone and why it was drizzling rain so cold that it took her breath away. It had started to get dark, so Tasha got up from her bench in the garden and strolled slowly back inside. The wind blew her mousy brown hair in her face which it had been doing for the past 4 hours that she had been sat out there. She muttered a curse under her breath, threatening to have a bob done and swung open her back door. It was only then that she realised how cold she had actually been out there so, with a shudder she flicked the switch of the kettle on and walked of into the sitting room to watch some crummy car-crash soap. Like usual there was nothing even half decent on – it was a Saturday night for crying out loud! Her thoughts where shortly and rather rudely she thought interrupted by a loud angry nock at the door but none the less she jumped up off of the sofa and ran to the door hoping that it was a lovely unexpected guest that had come to save her from this gloomy Saturday night. On the way she passed the big circular mirror in the hall way that she never paid any attention to he delicate features seemed even more profound with beauty. She flew the door open with a grin that was meant to be enthusiastic, but looked more like despair from the boredom, and gasped in shock as the man that stood before her lunged at her grabbing her waist in a rough manner, but strangely gentle too. She barely had time to register who this was before the impossible cold lips where against hers, forcing them open, as he walked fords away from the door kicking it shut with his foot. A shrill scream was trying to escape her throat but she held it back, afraid that this mans beauty may have disappeared if she let the scream escape. Carlisle. The blond hair and a face that belonged to a model form a perfume advert. It had to be. Her heart skipped a few beats as she realised how many nights she had been dreaming for this man to come and take her away- sweeping her of her feet into the sun set- well that was a long shot including that he would never even touch her. She felt his lips move down to the hollow of her neck, nuzzling almost. Carlisle's lips, going up and down her throat now, had a strange edge to them. Not quite passion a bit more intense than that. It felt like ice was sliding down her throat, burning in its path. His right hand traced the curve of her hip, whilst the left held her face to his, his thumb caressing her high cheek bone. Then the lips moved, down, down, until they where in the hollow of her throat something even icier touched her skin what the-? A thought suddenly occurred to her, but that could wait were they…teeth ? He was about to bite her! A rush of panic over came the young lady , but only the tiniest bit to late as the teeth slit through the skin on her neck and the teeth sunk deeper into her skin, slicing their way through it as easily as a knife through hot butter. That's when the burning began.