A/N Sorry for the really late update; I just started school, and this past week has been a bit…hectic. No excuse, but whatever. I don't own Twilight.
Book of the update: Fang by James Patterson
Chapter 9
I wake up lying on my back on dirt and leaves. All of my senses are heightened; I can smell everything and hear it and see it all so much clearer. I am hungry. But not for food, for…wait. Did I really just think that? My head spins as I sit up and hear the slightest crinkling noise. It turns out to be a paper beneath me. Unfolding it, I read what it says:
Dearest Alice,
I am so sorry for what has happened to you. You probably don't remember your former life at all, which I'm glad for. It caused you so much pain. If you are reading this, then it means that you are alone in this forest where I left you, and I am most likely dead. You are a vampire now, Alice, and I'm sorry that it was my fault. If I had gotten there sooner, your life might have been saved in a less drastic change. Please do not try to harm yourself in any way; nothing will work now. But please, don't torture yourself. Make a new life for yourself. Please. I know you probably don't remember me at all, but I want you to know that I love you, Alice. And that I'm so sorry for what has been done to you.
Always and forever,
Kenneth
My mind is spinning wildly. Is this all some sort of joke? Am I really a vampire? Are vampires even real? What was my life before? Is this note even meant for me? Am I Alice? I feel like I am. Who is this person that supposedly loved me? Did I love him? Why was it his fault? Where am I? Who am I? (A/N why am I- Mi Llamo Llama from that commercial! Okay, back to the story.)
I shakily stand up and smell…something….good. Very good. My hand shoves the note in my pocket and my legs begin to run faster than I've ever run before…
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I stare in horror at the wreckage around me. How could I have done this? I feel the blood on my lips with my hand, and then look back at the mangled little boy on the ground. Backing away, I turn and run. From what I've done, and from myself.