AN:

ME: I own my now completed story, Musical Closure!
CROWD: WOO-HOO!!!

ME: I own my now completed story, Picking up the Piece!

TWILIGHT: But, you don't own me!

ME: I know. I know. I'm so sad.

Prologue- The Rude Awakening (BPOV)

(recap of Chapter 9- Sorry Don't Cut It. Not One Bit.)

This must be the price of immortality. It feels like fire is running through me. Ironic really. Fire will be the only thing able to destroy me if I make it through the change, were my last thoughts before I blacked out.

I slowly opened my eyes. The burning feeling had wandered away. My heart had pumped its last beats, and then it gave out. The burning feeling stayed in my throat, but only a little. My eyesight was so much sharper. It made me ashamed of my human vision. I heard animals scurry by, birds chirping their sweet songs.

"Izzy?"

I turned to the sound. Hunter. His voice sounded more melodic, like a steady stream. He had the angular face he had when Victoria attacked. His black hair framed his eyes, which were a butterscotch color, not the brown eyes he walked around with normally. I ran up to him and hugged him.

"You're squishing me, pirate!" He laughed out. Oh yeah. I'm a newborn. I had more strength than a normal vampire.

I grinned sheepishly, and looked around. I saw Nixie and Jared on a bed, both silent. I didn't see Elliot though.

"Elliot woke up before you. He's in the other room." Hunter said, making his way through a door. Then I noticed that we were in a cottage. It was nice, not disheveled. It had an airy feel of elegance, and yet it seemed modern like. The walls were a white, the trimmings a black. It had several paintings on it, all very modern like. The room had a very mod mood in it.

I followed Hunter, and was immediately awed by the room I had walked into. It had a baby blue wall, and beige sand colored trimmings. It had paintings of life houses, boats, and oceanic life. It made me feel as if I were actually at the beach.

I saw Elliot. He was a bit taller, probably by three inches. He looked more muscular, and was looking out a window. He had the same dirt blonde hair I faintly remembered from my now dimmed memories. He turned to us, smiling. He had the same face, made a bit more angular. His hair framed his face, making his face seem even more angular than how it really was. His eyes were a bright red.

"Izzy! I'm so glad you're awake." He said, hugging me. His voice was now a bit deeper, and it sounded like honey, smooth. Strange. I didn't have to reach up by much to muss Elliot's hair up. And he got even taller, so I should be just tall enough to reach his hair. I guess he noticed my frown, since he asked me, "What's wrong Iz?"

"Strange. You have a mirror, Hunter?" I asked, realizing I had no damn idea how I looked. My eyes went wide opened with shock, at the difference of my vice. It was melodic, like music. It was like bells chiming in the wind.

He nodded, and left to go to some other room. He came back, with a full length mirror. I looked in it. And what I saw made me gasp softly.

I saw a beautiful young woman. She was 5 ft. 7 in, and had waist length raven black hair, streaked with maroon. She had the perfect body, with curves just in the right place. Her face was angelic, beautiful. Her eyes were a bright red, her forehead the right width. Her lips were just the right size, full and great. Her cheekbones were high, and sharp, giving off an elegant look. Her face as a whole was beautifully proportioned. Here eyes were wide opened, shocked.

"You ok, Iz?" Hunter asked, eyeing me. Oh yeah. I am newborn, someone with a thirst of blood and uncontrollable emotions.

"Sure, sure. Just... Surprised." I said, just as we heard two melodic voices yell out, "WHAT THE HELL!!"

We all ran to the room where Nixie and Jared were. There they were, standing up, looking at each other, amazement evident in their eyes.

Nixie was still 5 ft 2 in, and she was very petite looking. Her mahogany colored hair was thicker, and it was slightly longer. It had lavender colored streaks in it, and it was glossy. Her face was angular, with more prominent cheekbones. Nixies eyes, a bright red, were glancing at all of us, full with disbelief.

Jared was taller, now 6 ft, and was more muscular now. His mahogany colored hair was thicker as well, and slightly longer, framing his now more angular face. His eyes were just like Nixies, bright red, full of disbelief.

"We're.. Alive?" they both asked at the same time.

"Yes, you are. I'm sorry to have to refer to this solution." Hunter said, grimacing.

"No need to apologize." Nixie said.

"Cause, damn, we are all alive and we all look hot!" Jared said.

We all laughed. Same old Jared. Hunter kept grimacing though, as if he were confused.

"Are you all ok? I mean you're throats should hurt like hell right now." He said softly, looking down at the ground.

"We're fine." We all said at the same time. We all fell to the ground, laughing our asses off. It was just hilarious. Hunter looked at us as if we were crazy.

"That is very strange. In the 120 years that I have lived, I have never seen a more controlled group of newborns like you all. Hell, I've never seen a controlled one!" Hunter said, clearly deep in thought. Wait. 120 years?

"120 years!" Elliot said, looking at Hunter.

"Yes. I was born in the year of 1888. I was 18, when I was bitten by a vampire when I was wandering the streets of London. I've gone under many names, mostly Hunter. For your knowledge, I have faked the death of all of us" he said, clearly glad to get his story off his chest.

"Damn." Nixie and Jared said, both grimacing. They had a good relationship with their mother and father.

"Well, I guess my old man won't be mad at me anymore." Elliot mused quietly, remembering how his father was straight up pissed at him when he heard Elliot was going to be on tour with us, and not going to college.

"Fuck." I said, remembering Charlie and Renée. Damn it all. At least they'll be safe now. I'm pretty sure Hunter killed Victoria. My world would be too dangerous for them.

"Well, I guess we ought to hunt now, right?" Jared asked, putting his fingers up in quotation marks when he said hunt, his eyes slightly watery looking.

"Not shit, Sherlock." I said, taking a deep breath.

"Same old Pirate Izzy!" Hunter bellowed while we all laughed, despite the somber mood. We all went outside. We were clearly in a forest. It was night time. It would've been very dark for a human, but to us it was nicely lit. The moon was not present, clearly in the new moon period.

I closed my eyes, reveling in all of the new things now present to me. All the sounds. The alertness I had.

The new moon made me think. My human life ended today. My vampire life started today. A life ended, and began. A door closed, shut tightly, while a new door was freely opened.

I'll live forever now. With the ones I love and call my family.

I promise to make the best of it.

WELL!! The prologue of To Hell with Fate. Now, the 1st chapter will fast forward. I'll make sure to post it up soon! Luv yall. WTYL. (write to yall later)

-Lor xoxoxo