AN: Please review and tell me what you think. I would like to get better in my writing XD So any constructive criticism would be very much appreciated.

- Chiarra

I fought it. The dryness at the back of my throat, like a constant burning. A thick, silvery liquid would pool in my mouth, my muscles would ache then tense, preparing to leap forward… and I would fight my own being, try to control the animalistic urges and forget the tantalising thoughts.

I left the dingy alley as soon as I could. The burning, the stinging, the tears… I suffered in silence, writhing wildly and screaming internally. It was the single most horrifying experience I had ever been through. The pain spread from a cut just above my left breast, fanning out until it was coursing through my entire body.

The last hours were the most horrible. The pain hit its peak and I was convulsing on the ground, trying in vain to make the ache go away. Then I started vomiting uncontrollably, ridding my body of bloody masses. I later realised these were my now unneeded organs.

My heart and lungs stayed, that I was sure of. I heard my hearts last beat with my very own ears – and then the pain was gone. I was gasping for air, but didn't need it. Everything was clear, so much clearer than ever before. I knew I had become something else, but it wasn't until later I found out what. And when that happened, I refused to accept it, no matter how hard my instincts fought.

I remember the first time I forced human food down my throat after the change. My body tried to bring it back up, but I refused to let it. And I've been told I can be awfully stubborn when I want to be. Soon, my body seemed to give up and accepted that I wasn't going to give it blood. The food I gave it instead was responsible for the strange colour of my eyes, my scent and the slight flush my skin always had.

My body was going to eat human food, because in my mind I was still human. Even if I really was a monster.

I hit my head against the steering wheel, feeling my car purr under my white hands. The stupid memories… they were stupid, so very stupid. I sighed and brought my eyes to the road again. A road sign loomed up and I sped past it: 10 miles to Forks.

I pressed the accelerator harder, causing the needle on the speedometer to almost go past breaking point. I needed this change, just like I needed all the changes I had made in the last century. The memories were so vivid, so terrifying… if I kept myself occupied I wouldn't need 

to relive them anymore.

Rain pattered my car. I smiled. Good. There was all the proof I needed- it was the middle of summer, but the sky was a dark grey and it was raining! Forks was the perfect place to live.

I hit the small town in no time. I slowed down considerably, not wanting to draw unneeded attention to myself. I hated driving slow, but I had to do it. To everyone else, I was a pretty sixteen year old girl, and an intelligent one at that. Only I knew what I really was and I planned on keeping it that way. If people got curious, they would start asking questions.

I pulled in at a diner, cutting the engine of my car quickly. I checked myself over in the rear view mirror – my eyes hadn't been red since I was first changed. Now they were an odd silvery blue, because I hadn't drunk blood in months.

The diner was quiet. I wandered inside and walked up to the counter. A teenage boy was serving. His heart went crazy as soon as I entered the door. He looked me up and down before asking for my order.

"I would like diet lemonade and a serving of lasagne please." I said quietly, my British accent immediately sparking interest.

"Are you from out of town?" He asked as he handed me my change. I laughed.

"I'm not from out of town. I'm from out of country." I replied, before sitting down at the counter. He smiled at me, his heart still beating rapidly, before running off to the kitchens. He came back with my meal in no time, and watched me out of the corner of his eye as I ate it slowly, savouring the taste. I had a weird diet, but I was glad of it. I'd rather eat lasagne than drink animal blood. At least lasagne doesn't feel pain when you bite down on it.

By the time I left the diner, the drizzle of rain had turned into a downpour. I drove through the town, looking at street addresses. My house was supposed to be in a secluded area… there! A gravel path led off one of the few streets. I followed it for a while, bending around the road until I reached my house. A large sign announced it sold.

It was a gorgeous little white cottage, with shutters on each window. A wrap-around veranda was being swallowed up by a lush green garden, one that sprouted a colourful array of flowers. I sat back in the seat of my car, peering through the rain. I loved fresh starts.

I finally got out of my car, and headed up the veranda steps. A lone cherry wood rocking chair sat by the front door. I smiled. I shipped all my furniture here earlier and had movers take it in.

I pulled a shiny set of keys out of my pocket, and unlocked the front door. This was just the beginning of my new lifetime.