A/N: The third chapter! Woot! Anyhoozle, this is the longest chapter yet, and hopefully they'll keep getting bigger. Random Fact about this story: this was originally on a role playing board on Neopets! :D

Twilight does not belong to me, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer, because the world conspires about my happiness. D:

She could smell them all, of course. How could she not? So many appealing scents; there were so many eyes on her anyway, she might as well grab a snack for the road…. No, she thought firmly. Not yet.

She sprinted through the crowd at the airport, dumping as much as she dared onto the counter and grabbing the nearest flight to Seattle, Washington. It wasn't as near as she'd like, but it'd have to do. Once in the plane, she settled into her seat, and dreamt of her old life.

She ate at night, and trained with the other newborns by day. She found she could easily defeat them, and Maria soon noticed this as well. Camilla soon found herself rising through the ranks rather quickly; Jasper, her new secret crush, informed her that she was being promoted faster than he had, reaching almost at his present rank in her first year. That was also the year that Nettie and Lucy had tried to revolt, and with the last of Camilla's newborn power, they were defeated, and Camilla took their place on Maria's left hand, Jasper already occupying her right.

Together, she and Jasper controlled the newborns, and also battled other vampire armies for territories, but Camilla's mind wasn't really in it anymore. At first, it was for the food, then for the thrill, and then to get closer to Jasper, but now, her existence felt empty. She was tired of killing innocent people for food, she was tired of not having her feelings returned by Jasper (although, admittedly, she had not yet let him know her affections toward him, she thought that the way she acted toward him were words enough), and most of all, she was tired of being a killing machine, taking orders from someone she didn't have any feeling toward but animosity.

So, one night, she had rounded up about ten other older vampires, and she left. She left Jasper a note, admitting her feelings, saying she was sorry, and wishing him the best of luck in the future. For a while, they camped out in random forests scattered about, preying on the hapless wanderer, but when asked if she wanted some, Camilla would politely decline. She wanted to find a way to eat without killing innocent people, and if she didn't, then she would just have to find a way to kill herself. She doubted it would work, but she had to try, right?

She had been wandering on her own for about ten years, and had came upon a small town, not too bright, which was good, and had very little people, which was better. She was so thirsty her pupils had become black as pitch, and if she didn't find an alternative soon, she was going to have to go on a killing spree. Again.

Camilla had studied for years and years all types of blood substitutes: tomato juice (yuk), carrot juice (yuckier), and finally, beet juice (yuckiest). She tried different types of blood: fish blood, bird blood, nothing seemed to work. Whether it was her inability to stay committed, instincts overpowering her good sense, or everything else was just plain gross to her, she would go crazy with thirst and attack anything that had blood, and it just sank her into a deeper and deeper depression.

She was searching for food, when she smelt blood nearby. It was different this time, slightly sanitary but human nonetheless, so she followed the smell. When she reached the end of the trail, she found she had reached a hospital. It looked empty, so she entered.

It was white, and filled with the smell of sanitized blood, and Camilla thought for a few moments that she would completely lose it, but she heard a voice. "Excuse me, miss? I'll be with you in just a second, if you'll please come into my office and take a seat."

Camilla obligingly followed the voice and sat on the hospital bed, the stiff paper crinkling under her weight, hoping that the doctor wouldn't need to check her heartbeat, one of the first things to go when she had become a vampire. The doctor smiled and introduced himself. "My name is Carlisle Cullen," he began, "and I'm-" he stopped abruptly, frozen in place. Then he frowned, sniffed the air, and then clear realization spread over his face. He walked over, shut the door to his office, then did the same to the windows. Camilla felt a sense of dread washing over her, and before she could stop the thought, she desperately wished that Jasper were here to calm her down.

She felt a twinge of sadness pass through her; it was the first time she'd allowed herself to think of Jasper since leaving the others in California. She had found out about his gift directly after a battle with another newborn army, about three months after she had arrived. One girl, Ann, had broken a rib, and was panicking. Jasper calmly walked over to her, and told her to calm down, to go to sleep. Camilla really couldn't imagine asleep with a broken rib, or as a vampire, for that matter, but sleep the girl did, at least until some other newborns could carry her to the hideout and get her ribs fixed.

Camilla was jolted back to reality by Dr. Cullen saying something in a low voice to her. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Camilla, that's your name, right?"

"Yes," she replied, a little nervously.

"Camilla, what exactly is wrong?"

Camilla shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny. She was nervous about lying, but she also couldn't tell the truth. "I, um, hit my head," she murmured. "I wasn't bleeding but I figured I should come see you anyway."

Carlisle smiled again. "Of course. Camilla, will you do me a favor?"

Cautiously, she replied, "Yes?"

"Take your pulse."

Camilla's head snapped up in surprise. Crap. "Um, okay, I guess." She put her finger up to her neck, of course feeling nothing but coldness, and tried to think of a good pulse. "Urm, 43."She hoped that was a good pulse, or else she would be screwed.

When he was done with a general check up, she thanked him and paid more than was required, although at this point, money really had no meaning to her either. She was going to live forever, of that she could be certain. She was doubtlessly going to acquire hundreds of millions of dollars by the end of eternity; what did it matter how much she spent now?

Just as she was about to walk out the door, she heard Dr. Cullen speak. "Camilla?" he was signing some papers next to the secretary's empty desk. He looked up, and smiled kindly. "Next time, make sure you tell a good lie, alright?" Her eyes widened in surprise, staring at him, mouth agape. Then she was running as fast as her spinning mind would allow, as far away from that accursed building as possible.

He definitely knew that she was a vampire. She was 110 sure of it. And she was the same percentage sure that he was one, too. He had probably smelled the lack of blood, and known that 43 was definitely not a good pulse. She finally came to a halt in the middle of a vast forest, and she felt a little light headed: maybe it was the medicine that the doctor had given her, maybe it was the running. Either way, within a few moments, she had passed out.