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Josephine never felt such fire coursing through her veins. Literally. She felt like she was a witch who was getting burnt at the stake as her punishment. Now she regretted accepting the help from the beautiful looking woman.

Josie had been feeling this heat for what seemed like years. Maybe it's been a thousand years but Josephine couldn't tell since it seemed like she couldn't move even if she tried. She felt paralyzed. By what? She didn't know for certain but she wasn't able to move.

After what seemed like a millennium, the fire began to die down a little bit. It started at the tips of her fingers and toes, and worked its way up till it reached her chest. The cooling sensation felt so much better than the fire that was previously there. Josie's heart was pounding so loudly that she feared that it would actually burst out of her chest.

Her pounding heart began to slow down until it finally stopped. When it did stop, the fire had stopped in her body, leaving only the cool behind. Josie didn't dare to move because she was afraid she had died.

After getting a bit of courage she forced her eyes open and looked at the ceiling. But that didn't shock her. What shocked her was the immense detail that she could make out on the ceiling. Josephine didn't remember being able to see this well. In fact, she had a pair of glasses (not coke bottle but enough for her to see) that were at home and she didn't see that well with them on either.

Josie blinked feeling befuddled, didn't notice the figure next to her till a hand was laid upon her arm. With shockingly fast reflexes, she flew to the other side of the room in a defensive stance. She didn't expect to see everything when she moved but she saw every little detail in what looked to be the kitchen.

Looking at the familiar face that held her hands up in as a peace making made Josie let up on her stance but stayed were she was at. She took a deep breathe them, noticing that she hadn't breathed since she opened her eyes or when she moved. The air wasn't needed but was welcomed never the less. Josephine had smelt different people that were in the house also.

And they had just walked into the kitchen. It was two males. One with blonde hair and looked about the females age and one with bronze hair that looked more about my age. The younger one had the same familiar since like the female did. She doesn't remember seeing him before but when she looked back before, her memories are quite blurry.

"Good. You're awake." The blonde male said. "My name is Carlisle Cullen. My wife Esme and my son Edward." Gesturing to both.

(Going into first POV)

My eyes flickered to his wife, Esme. I remember her. She was the one who saved me from the car accident. Her eyes were still the same deep and lovingly that I somewhat remember. I moved my eyes to Edward, still feeling that familiarity about him and still couldn't place where I've seen him at.

"We went to the same school." Edwards's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I felt my eyebrows scrunch in confusion, how could he know what I was thinking?

"I have the gift to read minds." Edward said. I didn't know whether or not to believe him.

"We have a lot to explain." Carlisle stated, "Would you care to move to the sitting room?" Carlisle. I stayed put, I didn't know if I could trust them or not.

"We won't hurt you." Esme's soft voice came out in a pleading sort of way. Her eyes begging me to let them explain what happened, and I felt like I couldn't say no to her. Hesitantly moving forward until they moved to the sitting room with me in tow.

Carlisle and Edward sat on a couch, Esme as on a chair that was next to the couch and a love seat that was opposite on the couch. Carlisle gestured me to have a seat on the couch, I slowly moved over and took a seat, waiting for one of them to start talking.

"What do you remember?" Esme said in a soft tone.

"I remember feeling pain. Then seeing your face. And then fire." I said slowly, amazed with how my voice sounded like the rest of theirs.

"You'll get used to it." Edward had read my thoughts again.

"Sorry, I can't help it." He apologized. I nodded, accepting the apology.

"Well, I guess I should tell you what happened." Carlisle leaned forward, "You are a vampire now."

I blinked. Vampire? "I'm sorry, but did you say vampire?"

Carlisle nodded, "Yes. I know it's hard to believe and to understand but it's true."

I couldn't wrap my head around the concept. I've been told, rising up, that such mythical creatures where that. Mythical. "I thought vampire were only in fairytales or books, like Dracula."

"Those vampires are the ways that humans view us as. Some creature of the night bent on evil, made by the Devil." Edward said.

"We have one question for you though Josephine." Carlisle said. "Will you consider staying with us?" Esme asked for Carlisle. "What do you mean?" I asked. "We aren't going to keep you here on your own will Josephine. You have a choice whether or not to stay here and to be a part of our family." Esme explained.

"I understand it's a lot to take in, in a short amount of time-""How come I can't go back to my family?" I asked.

"You would be putting them in danger. You're a newborn, you could kill them accidently." Carlisle said, his voice was full of compassion.

"Oh." I looked down on the floor; it gave me more thoughts on the situation at hand. It's not like I had anywhere else I could go. "I'll stay." I said looked up at Carlisle. His face booming into warm smile, "Great."

"I think it's time for Josephine to go hunting then." Esme said getting up from her seat. "Hunting?" "Yes. Vampires need blood to survive, but don't worry we hunt animals instead of humans." Carlisle said. "I'll take her." Esme volunteered. I stood up and followed her out the back of the house.

Esme held the door out and shut it after I walked out. "Now, you will be faster than me when we start running and will be stronger than everyone else in the house, so you will have to be extra careful till around a year when your newborn strength and speed goes away."

I hung onto Esme's every word because she knew what she was talking about. "Ready?" She asked me when we reached the tree line. I looked back at the house, seeing it was about a half a mile away from the trees. I hadn't realized that we were walking fast at all.

I nodded but was nervous. Esme smiled, mothering like, and raced off. I was hesitated for a few seconds before racing afterwards.