Chapter 1
Preface
It was dark and not many were out, though few rarely were now-a-days, it's been dark ever since they showed themselves. They stayed hidden for thousands of years, I guess it was just not worth it to hide anymore. Who would have thought that they would come out of hiding? Though pacing in the shadows forever is a harsh existence. They are powerful, beautiful, and deadly. They're fast, strong, and all predator. Creatures of myth they hide from public view and with good reason. Vampires come in two different categories; the kind that burn in the sun and the kind that sparkle. The kind that burn are pretty normal they don't mess with humans unless they absolutely have too. The sparkly kind are the most dangerous though, they blend more, there was once a time when they walked among humans, talked with us, formed relationships with us, then left. They introduced humans to their world and left them in it. Humans are no match for the supernatural. I should know.
I was lucky though I got changed shortly after he left me. He led me to believe he loved me then just left, he left me with loose strings things he should have thought about. I was no match for what came after me. She was determined, but he didn't want me anymore so what was the use? What was I to him? Obviously nothing if he left me alone in a world I was not made to be a part of. But luckily an old friend of Carlisle's came looking for him and stumbled across me. Alistair took me with him, he took care of me until I got better, then he changed me. God how it hurt. He told me it would but you can't prepare someone to burn from the inside out. When someone breaks your heart you think there can't be any worse pain, they obviously haven't felt their veins burn and dry out, they haven't felt their organs die, their heart stop. And to live through it to remember every detail with perfect clarity is just as bad. I'll never forget the things Alistair told me, taught me. He said that if Edward had loved me as much as he said then leaving me wouldn't have been an option, let alone a thought. I didn't want to believe him at first, but then memories started resurfacing showing my new mind things my human mind couldn't comprehend or just didn't want to. The grief was strong, but it soon faded for anger. How could someone say they loved me every day and not mean it? I didn't understand. Why say something when you obviously didn't mean it? Was his immortal life so dull that he had to endanger an innocent girl? Truthfully he was a monster, but when I look back he helped me in a way. He helped me find my destiny.
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