Hey Guys, so as warned in the summary, this story contains AGE-PLAY. (I feel the need to capitalize that, just so people are forewarned. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy, please don't flame if you are a 'guest'. I understand that I'll likely get a few flames, that's just how it goes with stories like these, but if you're a 'guest' it makes it hard to explain my reasoning and why I enjoy writing stories in this type of setting.
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I was glad I didn't sleep anymore.

I was glad that I didn't ever have the need to shut my eyes for more than a couple seconds. Because, when I did all I did was remember that night. I remember the Cullens, before they'd left me. They'd told me that whenever you were turned that it was hard to hang on to the memories of your human life…I wish that that was how it had turned out for me. I didn't understand what I could have possibly done to deserve what I'd gotten. How any one person could have done something bad enough to deserve what I had received. How my life had ended was too painful to relive even now. I suppressed it as often as I could, but even then it sometimes, overcame the barriers my mind constructed against it.

It had been three years, and it still haunted me, every day. I had the group of three who had changed me, they were much like the Cullens were. There was Sarah, who filled the role of a mother, she'd been changed at about 27. Then, her husband Marshall, who had been the one to find me on my death bed, he was 33. He had been the one to change me and bring me to Sarah and her 'son', Jeremy. Jeremy was 22 in human years, whereas I was still 17. We weren't in love or anything... I didn't know how to describe what it was that we had. It was like the relationship of two closely-knit friends, who had an understanding. We shared a room, a bathroom, we weren't bashful with each other, but there was never the awkward feeling of being sexually attracted to each other. I wasn't afraid of him, much like I was most other guys of my kind. Some of the humans even sometimes brought on terrifying memories that took days to recover from, but I trusted Jeremy. He was the one who had stuck by my side from the beginning, who had taught me to hunt and to distract. He was protective of me, and seemed to be able to read me like an open book even though it wasn't often that I spoke.

Thankfully, Marshall had known some of the pain I had suffered and had changed my name from the beginning, which offered some relief. I was Anna. Anna Lynn Jamison. I wasn't sure if I was happy with having become a vampire. Sometimes, I wondered if it would have just been better to die that night, when I was supposed to. But, then there were the times when I was with Sarah, Marshall, and Jeremy and I wouldn't have had it any differently. I didn't think I could bring myself to find a way to kill myself. There were the obvious ways to do it; I could ask Jeremy to bring my misery to an end, or I could go to the Volturi, but I just couldn't. It felt like there was something keeping me here. It wasn't Edward. He didn't want anything to do with me, and I doubted if he had even heard of my death. Most in Washington had, but the Cullens were no longer there, and I knew that. Like I had, they'd moved on to a different home. I couldn't stand to stay in Washington anymore. Couldn't stand how they kept revisiting what had happened to 'the police chief's daughter'. I grieved for Charlie in that manner…grieved that he had lost his only daughter. I had managed to build up the courage to go to Jacob. He hadn't recognized me at first, and I think that when he nearly killed me was when I had shut myself off from even trusting men again. He hadn't of course, as soon as he'd realized who I was. But then, came the heartbreak. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

-Flashback-

He'd pinned me to the ground, and as I looked into the dark brown eyes of a wolf, of all things, I knew that this time, there was a good chance that I wouldn't be getting out of this. I felt his teeth dig into my shoulder and I cried out his name. He seemed to freeze for a minute, then he let me go. I scrambled backwards on hands and knees much like I would have if I were human. His eyes stayed on me, and he must have seen the terror in my own, because he changed. To a human. He stood naked before me, and I felt sick.

"Bella?" He choked. I wrapped my arms around my knees and stared up at him as I tried to control the raging anxiety in my un-dead heart. "Bella…that's why they never found…" I looked to the side at the ground, hoping he would get the hint and let it go.

He didn't.

"You…" He said, and I heard the under-tone of disgust in his tone, and having not gotten rid of my human habits, I flinched.

"I know." I rasped, using my voice for the first time. Even though it was weak and scared, it tinkled like a bell, "Jacob…please…take care of Charlie."

Silence. I forced myself to look up, and closed them tightly when Jacob knelt in front of me. It was raining now as he placed a hand on my knee, and I cringed. He kept his hand where it was.

"You're afraid of me." He breathed, "What the news people are saying, is true, isn't it? What those people did to you-"

"Please." I choked out, and he stopped, "Please, don't."

I couldn't meet his eyes.

"Who changed you, Bella? Was it Cullen?"

I shook my head, slowly.

"Who?" He asked, and I looked up at him, conveying with my eyes, that I wasn't about to tell him. He sighed, "Alright."

"Take care of Charlie." I whispered.

He nodded, and I stood and took off in the other direction to the sound of him calling my name. A sob shook my body as I ran away from everything I knew. From everyone I had ever loved.

"Anna!" I heard, and stood, turning just as Jeremy broke through the brush. He smiled when he saw me, shaking his head. "Geezus, when you start thinking, you really do zone out, don't you? We've been calling your name for 10 minutes. Why do you like it up here, so much?"

I shrugged and looked back out over the side of the cliff to the waves below. We'd migrated to Haute-Normandie France 2 years ago and I had taken a special kind of liking to the Etretat Cliffs. I'd found a spot that overlooked the ocean that no one ever visited anymore and had made it my own.

Jeremy stuck out his hand and I took it and stood. He smirked once I was standing before him,

"You're covered in grass." He murmured, and I felt the edges of my lips twitch slightly towards that of a smile, "I have the perfect solution." He said, and I felt my eyes widen. I began to shake my head but he grinned evilly, and the next thing I knew, I was being tackled off the edge of the cliff. The sensation of falling as far as we did was beautiful, amazing, and considering, everything around us was happening so slowly…it was unbelievable. Jeremy showed off and did a flip, and I began to laugh despite what was happening, then our bodies were submerged in the water, and I was floating. It was a great feeling at first. Unique, but then a terrible sense of déjà vu set it. I tensed and curled into a ball beneath the surface of the water as a memory forced its way through my mind.

'Please, please, no!' I screamed as strong, muscular hands forced me beneath the water once more. I kicked and struggled the best I could, but there was nowhere to go, and nothing I could do as they pushed me to the edge of unconsciousness from the lack of air. At the last second, they pulled me back up.

'You know we didn't want to have to do this.' The ring-leader said, 'But you fought us, sweetheart, and that isn't okay.' I was naked, and cold, and felt sick as I was thrown to the ground and kicked repeatedly. 'Maybe next time, you'll remember what happens when you try to run. What do you say we show her who runs the show here, boys?' There was the sound of a chorus of agreement as 'Ring leader', which I'd inconsequently nicknamed him, kneeled over me and spread my legs. Just that movement caused fiery pain to race through me from events earlier that day. I tensed all the way through as I prepared myself again…

"Anna!" Jeremy yelled and I jolted slightly as I was forced back into the present. I tried to jump to my feet to get away, clawing at him as I went. He'd come to figure out how to handle me in these situations though, so he easily subdued me, by wrapping his arms around my own and pinning them to my chest. His legs wrapped around mine and he pinned me completely.

"Stoppitt, stoppitt." He said in my ear, "Anna Lynn, I could hold you here, all day. You know that. It's me. Me. Angel, come back. It's alright." How had I even gotten out of the water?

I slowly relaxed as he held me and he seemed to notice when I was back to my normal self. He pulled me up against him and wrapped his arms tightly around me, kissing my temple like a parent who was comforting a child.

So, there was your first taste, please let me know what you think, and I'll get back to you with either another chapter or a reply to your review.
Thanks for reading!

-Dreamer