This is my first Twilight fanfic, please be nice! C= R&R

Chapter 1

Just keep running, you don't need it, it can't control you.

But I want it, I need it.

NO, I don't. I can't. I'm human, I'm human, I'm human.

I continued to run, faster than possible for a human, but not as fast as I know I can. The thought of eating food makes me gag. The thought of drinking makes my throat want to burn, except the thought of drinking blood. I feel like a hormonal crazed teenager. I am only fourteen, I have never felt the need to do anything until now and that is to drink blood.

The world smelled funny; everywhere I turned I smelt more and more blood, some pleasant, some far from it, but all mouth wateringly amazing yet it was horrible. A new smell engulfed my presence. I nearly gagged at the smell. I could smell wet-dog. Not just one. Two. Three.

I was in the middle of the woods; last place I knew I was in was Forks. I was something large, move fast from the corner of my eye, within a second it was gone. I spun around; searching for any evidence of what was tracking me, searching for a way out. I took in a breath, even though there was no need, turned and ran as fast as I could away from where I saw the moving figure. The wind was running through my long brown hair, which meant whatever was following me easily had my sent by now. I ran faster. I saw to more creatures running in line with me, one on either side, just a few feet away.

I could easily take them on, by the looks of them their only over-grown dogs. I can lift up cars for goodness sakes, what could a couple of dogs weigh? But what happens if they over-power me? I never thought I'd have an empowering urge to drink blood. What if I'm not the only creature in this world with symptoms like my own?

I continued to run, but I wasn't getting any stronger, I could feel myself slow down but my predators were already out-running me. They had one this race. I came to a cliff-face. I could attempt to climb up it? There was no time. I was dead for sure. I turned around and saw three large wolves emerge from the dark forest. The middle one was bigger than the other two, with big brown eyes and similar fur. The wolf to my right was grey and had black spots and looked eager to fight, to kill. The third wolf, the one to my left, had a very feminine way about it, but was just as eager to kill me as the bigger one.

I backed up against the cliff edge. I searched for an escape root, a way out. There was none. I was cornered, and scared. The wolf on the right growled at me, he was ready to fight, but all I did was slide down onto the ground, with my knees against my chest and started to cry, well cry as well as I could. The centre wolf was very surprised at my reaction; he was waiting for me to give up the act he thought I was putting on. Only it wasn't an act, I was alone, scared and dying with thirst.

I heard one wolf leave, the grey one, but the other two stayed and watched me intently. Within minutes I heard the wolf return, but now there were two more creatures with it, a man and a woman, who both smelt just like me. I hadn't stopped crying and my head had been buried in my hands since I started to cry. I felt a re-assuring hand being placed on my shoulder, the hand started to make a circling motion on my back. It was the woman and her touch was cold and hard, yet it felt warm and loving on my back. I got up and hugged her, not to her surprise, but to everyone else's. I continued to sob into her shoulder, while she rubbed my back. She was fairly tall with shoulder length brown hair. She had a motherly era about her. She cared. She didn't know who I was, what I was and she cared for me. And that meant a lot.

"It's ok, everything will be alright," she whispered into my ear, and I believed her. I stopped crying and rubbed my nose even though there was nothing to rub away. I came away from her hug and looked her in her eyes; they were very dark, almost black, unlike mine that were red. She had a smile on her face, and her hair fell on top of her shoulders. I looked in the direction of where I heard the man appear. Along with the three wolves was a tall, blond man with similar eyes as the woman. He looked, also, as if he wanted to help, as if he cared. But his expression was slightly confused, he seemed almost surprised.

"My name is Esme," said the woman when I turned to face her again, "and this is my husband Carlisle," she indicated to the man who smiled at me, I wanted to smile back, but I was still a little confused as to who these people were.

"We are just like you," Esme continued.

"An over-hormonal fourteen-year old girl, who instead of being allured to boys, is turned on by the smell of blood?" I said bluntly, which seemed to surprise everyone, even Esme. I sighed and sat down on the ground and hugged my knees. "What am I supposed to do?"

"You need to come with us," stated Esme, reassuringly.

I scoffed "The last time I heard that I ended up in a dumpster in an ally way, a mile away from my sorry excuse for a house, and that was before I was changed."

"We can help you, there are more of us in our family, who have all gone through what you are going through, we won't let anything happen to you," Esme pleaded. I looked up into her eyes; they were the eyes of someone who cared.

"You promise?" I asked her.

"I promise." She declared, and held out her hand, I took it and got up. I looked at the man, Carlisle, and smiled at him. He smiled back at me. There were three more people there, and the wolves were gone. There was a boy and a girl, who looked very alike, both tanned, with dark hair and eyes, and in the middle was a taller boy, with also tanned skin and dark hair and eyes, both the boys were extremely good-looking. I looked at Esme, slightly confused.

"This is Leah Clearwater, Embry Call and Jacob Black," She smiled at me, introducing the three people.

"Would I be totally off if I said that he was the one who wanted to kill me most?" I asked indicating to the man where the grey and black wolf once stood, I presumed to be Embry Call. He straight away blushed and took a great interest in the ground. The one called Jacob Black nudged him in the side.

"Sorry about that" Embry said sheepishly "you know, you newborns can be very entertaining."

"Dude!" the one know as Leah exclaimed.

"Sorry, not cool," Embry said quickly, still not meeting me in the eye.

"That apology would be a lot more meaningful if you would look me in the eye," I sneered. Embry's eyes came to mine, something changed. I felt a sudden power over him, as if I could control his every move. "Apologise" I stated.

"I do apologise, ma'am," Embry said as if he was in a trance. His eyes wouldn't move away from mine, until he bowed, and the trance was broken.

"Dude what was that?" whispered Jacob to him afterwards.

"What was what?" asked Embry confused, Jacob looked straight at me. Everyone did, apart from Embry who really had no clue what was going on.

"We better get you home," said Esme, as she grabbed my hand and took off at a lightening pace, I being forced to follow. Carlisle was directly by her side. After minutes, we came up to a large house, with big glass windows and fancy cars around it. There was a tall, brown haired boy, around seventeen, who smelt like me, Esme and Carlisle, standing in front of the house. Half a second later he has right in front of me, staring into my eyes, searching for something in my mind, he was in my thoughts. Why should a stranger be granted entry to my thoughts?

OUT! As soon as I thought that one word, the boy stumbled backwards, soothing his temples, as if he had a migraine.

"Well aren't you something," he half growled, half chuckled. But I should be the one laughing as there was no way he would be gaining access to my thoughts ever again.