Journal…
"My name is Jessica White… I am a 20 year old journalist from San Francisco, California …" I whispered, breathing hard, into my small recorder, "I am not sure what I saw back there, but I have now been kidnapped, and I am not sure where I am. I was knocked out by someone or something, and now I'm in some kind of room, and I can't see anything." I felt around to try and find some clue as to where I was being stored. I was unbearably tired from my restless struggles to untie myself. I clicked the small button on my recorder for the last time, "I am going to tell you something that will change the world…I have seen something today that will prove that there really are such things as vamp…" I stopped because the creek of a door opening came from my left, and a trickle of light spilled onto my face.
I took the moment to scan the area. Apparently, I was in a small room with nothing in it but chairs stacked up in the right corner, a small abandoned desk in the middle, and the chair that belonged to the desk, which I was now tied to. The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, but it wasn't coming from the direction I thought. Then, I could feel someone breathing on my neck, but the fear I was anticipating didn't come, for the breath of the kidnapper was sweet and calming. At that time, I felt like I was the rabbit, and the man was the fox, sneaking up silently behind it's prey.
"Who are you?" The man whispered into my ear. His icy fingers touched my shoulders, and a chill went down my back.
"I…I…my name is Jessica White…I'm a j…jo…journalist from…California."
Then, a fearsome, stern, and soft voice, that seemed to come from a small girl, came from the open door, "Felix? What are you doing? …"
The man exited the room, and went toward the voice, and I was once more covered in darkness, but I couldn't help but overhear the voices outside the barrier. The man's voice was heard first,
"Jane, please! I want to keep this one…the girl is…too interesting to kill, besides, her smell is not appetizing to me at all…" I gulped a little too loud, and they stopped for a moment. Then, the girls voice came again, sharp and toneless this time, "You know the rules…she knows to much! Aro, will not have it…why is she of interest to you Felix?" Her voice suddenly changed to a suspicious tone. There was a pause.
"I just have a strange feeling that there is something special about her…it is like she is not human at all…she does not smell or feel like a vulnerable human, and the bruise on her forehead from where I knocked her out a couple of hours ago, is gone…please just let me talk to Aro about it…maybe he'll let me keep her as a pet?" I stopped listening for a second to think. What if they figured out my secret? I had never told anyone of my…abilities before because they held a deadly secret I had hidden in my heart, since I was five years old. That terrible memory had haunted me for fifteen years.
"Do you think she's…ugh…" The girl sounded disgusted "Fine, but your telling him, not me…" Then there was silence. I was scared out of my mind. What were they talking about? Then, the door opened and closed again, all too quickly, and a sharp pain hit me in the back of the head, and I was out again…I was out long enough to remember what happened that day when I found out my terrible secret…
It was January 1, 1994, the day of my fifth birthday. I was skipping through my grandmother's yard, when the insufferable bully of a boy, Jeremy Reverton, came up to me and knocked me over. "Oh, you need to watch out where you're going little girl!" He said with a wide grin on his face. I helped myself up, while rubbing the cut on my knee with tears in my eyes. I was tired of him pushing me around, and all I could think of, was how angry I was. "Jeremy is gonna get it" I repeated over, and over, and over again...