I do not own Twilight, Twilight Saga or any of the Canon Characters associated with the Twilight Saga. Wish I did, but oh well.
Chapter One (Lost and confused)
"Where am I?" I ask, writhing in pain. I was in a dark room, laying on a rough surface, concrete maybe, or dirt and rocks.
"Literally," A deep voice asks me from behind me, "Or do you just want to hear something comforting?"
I sat up, panicking. I scrambled forward in an attempt to get away from the threat; I banged into the unseen wall. I remember what happened last night, was it a night ago now? I was a multi-millionaire, and a stocks genius. I was a twenty-three year old bachelor, and I was out having fun, and drinking. I was foolish, and I screwed up. While staggering back to my house, I came face to face with a seductive woman, lean, pale skin. She had dark brown hair, and I found her red eyes to be incredibly enchanting. It was different, and I liked different. I started talking to her, and found that she could hold a conversation. She was intelligent as well as beautiful, and I asked her to come home with me. She said no, that she had a boyfriend and that he was incredibly protective. I dropped it and then blacked out.
"Who the hell are you? Where are you?" I ask into the darkness.
"My name is not important." I hear from behind me.
"Are you going to kill me?" I ask, flattening my back against the wall.
"Depends, what do you have to offer me?" I am asked from my left.
"What is it you want? Money? I have plenty of money?" I ask twisting my head in that direction.
"I don't want money. I don't want sex, I don't want cars. I don't want anything you can offer me. You have nothing to offer me. So I probably will kill you. I will break you into nothing and watch you die." He replies, his voice echoing from my right.
"Please, please… please." I beg.
I feel something puncture my skin, teeth almost. It burns, and I feel the teeth pull away from my skin. Then the burning spreads as I feel myself being tied to something. I try to break away, but can't I'm not strong enough.
"You deserve this, because I ended up like this because of you. It is like dying and worse. And when it's done, I'll make sure the cops know where to find you. And you will try to kill them. Oh and here's a television, you can watch them try to find you, or listen. You won't be able to see much. Welcome to Seattle."
The TV clicks on and the news is on reporting my disappearance. They report how the self-built millionaire, Rutgers Law graduate, Alexander Girralo, disappeared late last night after partying with his friends. They mention my appearance, six foot one, lean and muscular, short, spiky black hair, and naturally hazel eyes. How police were searching back home in Los Angeles, in every conceivable location, but couldn't find me. I wish I could scream out and get someone's attention, but as I went to scream out, the burning reached my heart, and head. And I blacked out again.