I do not own Twilight or it's characters. Fredrick on the other hand is from my head.

Three days later

FPOV

For what seemed like an eternity all I could feel was pain. Occasionally I would hear voices speaking, but what they were saying kept getting lost in the sea of agony that I was currently floating in. I thought I remember something about a home and new life, but I could not seem to twist my brain around those words. Right now, all I knew was that I had been in hell, and now I seemed to be out of it.

"He's awake!", chirped an overly excited voice. It was annoying and beautiful at the same time. It was like wind chimes. Then I heard several sets of feet walk in the door. I really didn't want to move, afraid that if I did the pain would return, but at the same time, I hadn't a clue where I was and preferred not to face the unknown lying down. My brain thought, "I should get up", and then without even realizing it I was on my feet, across the room. I hadn't even opened my eyes! Finally opening them, I came to the realization that I had moved fifteen feet without conscious thought or effort. My eyes then fell upon some of the most beautiful people I had ever seen. No not beautiful. Glorious, angelic, unearthly, those words fit better. The one in the front approached me.

"Hello my friend. My name is Carlisle and this is my family. You are at our home and you are safe, but we have many things to talk to you about. Your ID says your name is Fredrick, is that correct?"

That voice was very lovely too. But instead of wind chimes, it was more like cellos playing in their rich lower register. While concentrating on his voice, I forgot to listen, but realized that he had asked me a question. What was it? Oh, my name. "Fredrick...yes my name is Fredrick." Wait what! That isn't my voice. I stare down at my hands. They look like mine, but something isn't right. And my eyesight! When have I ever been able to see so well and so far? Shaking my head in confusion, I notice one of the angelic ones is talking to the others. "Dude, he's freaking out." "Shut up Emmett, you were too after you changed." "Yeah I guess, I did. I guess I just remember how well Bella took it." "Well that is a different case..."

Finally getting tired of trying and failing to put things together, I asked the one question I really cared about. "What happened to me?"

That was when the cello voice explained that I had been attacked and that I was a vampire. I tried to make sense of these words. I vaguely remembered an attack, but the memories were fuzzy. Trying to remember them felt like searching through thick fog. But then I realized cello voice was still talking.

"Now we are different vampires. We do not take human life, only animal life. We would like to show you this way of life. If you want to we can..."

That was when I interrupted, "What are you talking about, vampires, humans, animals, what is going on?"

"We are vampires. We all used to be humans, but were changed to vampires. We do not eat food, but blood. We feed on animal blood, not human blood."

At the word blood, my throat started to burn. At first I thought the pain was back and I was terrified, but then realized I was thirsty. So thirsty. I heard a snarl somewhere and realized it had come out of my voice. The angelic ones backed up some then. As though they feared me. Little me. They started talking amongst themselves and I realized they were deciding who best to take me on my first hunt. Hunt, blood, thirst, now. That was all I could think of.

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The hunt went alright. To be honest, I don't remember much of anything. For one minute I was staring at the angelic ones, and the next I was devouring deer blood. I heard tuba voice, the one they call Emmett, saying something like "A natural.", but I didn't much care what was said as long as I had my scarlet heaven.

Several days seemed to go like this. I hunted, I listened, and I tried to make sense of my new way of looking at things. Cello voice tried talking to me some more, but the oboe made him stop. I liked oboe voice. She seemed kind and reminded me of someone. Her name, I came to realize was, Esme. She was married to cello/Carlisle, and this was their house. The wind chimes voice was Alice, and she was both wonderful and obnoxious. She spent a lot of time around me trying to get me comfortable. At one point in time I yelled at her to leave, and she did with a skip and a hop and waved at my glaring face.

Eventually things seemed to make more sense, and I finally learned names, faces, and voices. It was then that Carlisle asked to speak with me.

"Fredrick, I wanted to talk to you some more. You seem to now be settling in. I know how confusing the change can be, but you seem to be doing alright. Now, we have two...special humans that normally live with us, but they have been away. They would like to come home, but we were not sure whether the one would smell appetizing to you. So we would like to try a test tomorrow, alright?"

I nodded yes, because I didn't really care. Something had been bothering me. I felt like I was forgetting something. That something important was right in front of me and I couldn't pin point it. Carlisle seemed to notice my mood. When I told him, he handed me a bag warily.

"This contains all the possessions that were on your person when my sons found you."

I pulled out of the bag a pair of ragged black pants and a blood stained blue shirt. A pair of shoes that had seen better days fell out onto the floor. A comfortable jacket with jangling keys and change were next, and then at the bottom a plain, black leather wallet.

When I picked up the wallet, Carlisle seemed to flinch, but I was too interested to pay it much mind. I opened the front to credit cards, discount cards, and a frayed library card. Apparently I liked reading, but that didn't seem to be the reason for the unease I felt. I had a few dollars in cash and some crinkled old receipts. Seemed like this wasn't helping, and with a sigh, I flipped to the back and froze.

On the back of the old black wallet was a photograph of a little girl with red curls and a younger boy with brown. They were giggling at the camera. Holding them both was the missing piece of my memory.

"Where's my wife!" I roared.