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I also don't own anything else you recognize like music etc.

Prologue

I was sitting happily in my den listening to my mum and dad discuss the plans for where my sister and I were going to stay tomorrow as they would both would be working late and mum would not be back for a couple of days. It had become normal for my parents to work late; my dad was a federal prosecutor and my mum was an FBI agent so it was normal for, sometimes, my sister and I to spend nights at one of our godparents houses.

Opening the door I asked if they had talked to Uncle Misha (ok so he is not technically our uncle he is my godfather but we just call him uncle). They said that they would talk to him and see if he would look after us. My mum then phoned my best friend April's mum to see how April was – last week she came down with the Chicken Pox so I had been unable to sleepover at her house tonight.

I had only just had chicken pox's myself so had not seen her for over three weeks and in our time that was like three years. April and I have been friends for all our lives; our mum's were in the hospital with us at the same time and had become friends. At school everyone called April and I twins as we had so much in common and shared the same birthday – yes we share our birthday, I am exactly one hour older than her.

I was pulled from my short reminiscing by a sharp knock on the door that I did not recognise so I shut the door to my den and continued playing with my dolls – it was not as fun with out April to play with as my sister Louisa was still only four months old and not able to play with me yet. My mum screamed and I pulled the door tighter shut and crawled to the small window in the door to see her being thrown across the room by a black haired woman whose eyes where as black as her hair.

A male, inhumanly beautiful like the female, followed with my father in his hands. My sisters crying caused them to turn so sharply that I jumped a little in the safety of my den. The female began biting my sister causing agonised shrieks to escape her; the female then bit in to her neck and Louisa eventually fell silent and still to the floor while my parents sobbed in the corner in the tight grasp of the male. The female then took a hold of my mum while the male kept a hold of my dad.

The two of them began tossing my parents round the room like rag dolls while my parents cried out in pain and anger. Mum crawled to my sister and checked her pulse then began to sob weakly telling my dad and I that Louisa was dead. The two monstrous strangers then moved over too my parents and bit them after a few minutes they stopped struggling and fell limp against their captures.

Once they were satisfied they through them aside and turned to face the door to my den- there was no way they could see me hiding in there but they came over and opened the door to revel myself. "Qué quieres?" I asked before terror over took me.

"We want you my child." The woman replied. Just then three other people entered the room – two males and a second female all inhumanly beautiful as well. Just then the woman before me leant forward and sunk her teeth into my neck.

The pain hit in seconds and I could vaguely make out what was going on, the three who had entered later where fighting the other two as the woman had withdraw from my neck. My view became interrupted as one of the males lent over me.

"I'm going to make the pain go away." He said in a smooth and soothing voice. I simply nodded. His teeth sunk into my neck in the same place the female had bitten me.

The fire left my body and I was able to sit up to see that a fire had been started in my house and that I was now lying on the grass outside.

"Quién erse?" I asked again, in Spanish, it was a common thing for me to do when I was nervous or scared.

"My name is James and this is Victoria and Laurent." James introduced. "What is your name?" He added.

"My name is Amelia." I answered.

"So she does speak English." Victoria sneered.

"Yes and Spanish." I answered.

"Erse an Àngel?" I questioned quietly to James. James smirked in a way that made him look very God/angel like. I could hear sirens in the distance and before I could blink I was alone in the garden. Alone in the world.

11 Years later

I was sitting looking out my window lately I had become obsessed with vampires and after reading a few vampire books I was starting to think that maybe James was not an angel but a vampire. The dreams of that night 11 years ago had began to plague my sleep again as I was reminded of James and his (well since I think they are vampires) coven. They had killed the two who had attacked my parents and from what I remember the two of them where inhumanly fast and also stronger too.

Also I was lead to believe that they had heighted hearing and/or smell base on how they found me in the cupboard den. The dreams stung to remember my family but to see James's face gave me the strangest of feelings that I could not describe. I now lived with my grandparents in Spain – part of the reason I was raised speaking Spanish is that they don't speak English. I missed my friends especially April and my godfather both of whom visited me a lot during the holidays.

I hadn't seen them in months as my grandparents thought that it was not good for me to be so attached to them. They were the only two people who I had been able to talk to about what happened –April believed me and Uncle Misha also didn't judge it as me being a terrified little girl but that some of what happened may be possible. The only thing I had not told them was my latest suspicions as I still doubted it myself.

Tired of dwelling on the past I took out my diary and after writing a quick entry I began to read it from the start – I began my diary when I was five the day my family where murdered. Once I had read half of my diary I was surprised at how many times I mentioned James and how many times I had drawn hearts around his name or doodled it in some other way. Maybe my grandparents where right; I was way to obsessed with that night and James.

My English was as good as my Spanish and my diary was in English so that my grandparents could not read it. I keep a second one in Spanish that had no mention of James and that night so they believed that I was over the night and over my obsession with James – who could blame me for wanting to know more about the person or being that had saved my life. My grandparents have been treating me differently since that night – acting like I might break any second had not helped me recover it had only allowed me to dwell on it more. Thank God that in only two years I would be leaving to go to medical school – if I got the grades I needed.

Five years later

Well I had made it out of that small farm in Spain where I was forced to live after my parent's death. My grandparents where not happy that I had come to America again as I have always been an American citizen. I had lived in Spain as a citizen but I no longer was that changed when I came back to America. I have been attending John Hopkins University where I have been studying medicine.

My godfather had been helping me by supervising the redevelopment of my house as the fire had destroyed most of the main building but had not reached the guest house or the garage which held my dad's car collection. The house was just outside of a small town in the state of Washington called Forks. This is where I would be returning after spending two years at teaching hospital.

The house is so isolated that one could hear the sound of my parents screams. Maybe being home will help me feel like I belong – a feeling I haven't felt for years and maybe I'll see James again, a small voice taunted in my head. Hopes that maybe I'd find answers and that I could just see his face again, to be in his presences. It was just a dream, my rational self said but part of me held onto it wishing it to be true.

I stood waiting for my name to be called; at last it was and I went up and received my diploma. After years of hard work and determination I was now Doctor Andrews. I had finally finished medical school; April was just behind me her name coming just after mine. We had both followed the same path unknowingly and now we had made it. April was going to be going to the same teaching hospital as me although the area she was going to study was different from mine – she planed to study oncology – an area that I could never study as my Aunt had died from cancer three years ago.

James was still on my mind when ever I wasn't studying or working – I had been working as a waitress along with April and a few other girls in our classes – we worked to help pay for food, housing and school fees – which I might add where fairly high. All our hard work had paid off and we were leaving here today to go out into the world and help people get better and to save lives.