Disclaimer: I only own James Fiona, and other people of my creation. Not I do own… a hotdog.
Prologue
Fiona, wasn't like the others, she was daring, she wasn't afraid, to be her; she was always a step ahead of everyone else, never exactly thinking about the same thing as everyone else. Tempting. And I'd have to destroy, this one of a kind, creature. It would only be too easy, since she didn't like to stay in a crowd, a loner. How come, it's always the ones that are special that have to go down? Why, couldn't it be one of those gossipy popular girls? Fiona, had never hurt anyone, she shouldn't have to die. But she will. The only one, I found at all interesting, would be dead soon. Back to boring. I hated the thought, of her gray-blue staring blankly up at me. They would. Why did I have to be the one, If it wasn't me, who would be her down fall, I would have some one to blame, for making existence boring again, but all I'll have to blame is myself, why did it have to be me? Because I crave the death, the ending of heart beats, and above all blood. But I craved something else to, her to live. I'd lived as a vegetarian vampire, since Bella changed me, that would end soon, my clean streak. Too, soon I'd kill.