JPOV
I saw the leech and Embry coming toward me. No, I told myself. Not a leech. She's a friend. More! She was supposed to be… Arghh! Why couldn't I remember? I would dream of these strange, blurry events. I had deducted that the blurriest ones happened first, and the images kept getting clearer and clearer as they progressed in chronological order. I liked to repeat them to myself. The first was a moonlit beach. A pale, tall girl sat beside me. I was telling her a story, but the memory was too distorted to know what it was. Somehow, it was significant. Next was a motorcycle. Not one running, or being ridden, just the image, like the idea. It was simply the thought of a motorcycle. Then, there were many that were beginning to clear up, and all were close to the same. A girl talked to me, hung out with me, and, for some odd reason, there were many scenes where she either was begging to or was actually doing some sort of extreme sport. I was sure these weren't real .They stopped after she jumped off a cliff. After that, there were more memories of her, but they were different. She was always frowning, and often shown with a pale-faced teenager. I knew that he was a vampire. Then, one came clearer than any other, perhaps because it was painful. The girl, that I was sure I had loved, was lying on a hospital bed, writhing and bleeding. I knew that it was connected to the other boy's vampirism. After that, every memory was crystal clear, if confusing. It started with a baby's face, shining brightly, and the same face showed up in every memory after that, growing older until it froze. There were many more images of the girl's face, but I concentrated on the last dream-like memory I had: a vicious face, raw with hatred, blood leaking down her full lips. I didn't know the woman, and her hatred was not for me, personally, but for what I was, and what I was doing. I knew, without asking anyone two things about this woman. The first was that she was dead. The second was that she was the reason my life was a blur. I looked up again at the face that I should have known anywhere.