Prologue
Ugh… I'm tired of deer blood. I want to bag some mountain lions!
Let me introduce myself. I'm Brianna Robinson; I was born on January 17, 1904 in New York, New York. I am seventeen years old… sort of. See, I'm not your average teenager. I'm a vampire. The year is 2012. I'm 108 years old.
I'm not your average vampire. I don't drink human blood. Why don't I drink human blood? Because, I don't want to be a total monster. Instead of drinking human blood, I drink animal blood. Now don't go running away with your pets. I drink wild animal blood like deer or mountain lions. And I hunt only where the land is over populated.
Just so you know, all those vampire myths that you heard before are fake. You know fake, lies, phony. I don't have fangs, I don't turn into a bat, I don't burn to ashes in the sun and I don't sleep in coffins, I don't even sleep at all. Instead, I am perfect… well on the outside anyway. I am drop dead gorgeous. When you become a vampire you become beautiful to help you attract your prey (humans.) Not only am I beautiful, I have super speed, super strength, and super senses (sight, hearing, and smell.) By the way when I step in the sun I sparkle, like a diamond.
Did you know that some vampires have extra abilities? Some can read minds, some can see the future. I have an extra ability. I'm telepathic, mixed with telekinetic. I can control living and non living things with my mind, I can read minds, I can control minds and I can control emotions. So basically, my power is that I can do anything that has to do with the mind. Cool, right? It comes in handy.
Anyway, I am leaving my home in New York City and moving to Washington (not DC, just Washington). Under a constant sheet of rain and clouds is the small town of Forks, where I am moving. I don't want to move to Forks. But I can't stay in New York. People are starting to notice how I am not aging. I know there are other places that I can go to where there is not much sun, but I have a good feeling about Forks.
Anyway, right now I'm hunting so I won't be hungry… well thirsty on the way to Forks tomorrow. I'm in the Catskills hunting wild deer. I am so tired of deer, I want some mountain lions! But who am I to complain.
