Ha! I'm such a softie. I felt so good after reading just ONE review that I happened to get, I was like, "!!! I need to write. !!!" So, you get the picture. I have to give gratitude to that one reviewer, PRICEL, I'M TALKIN BOUT YOU!!! With five words I felt like someone liked my little story so far, and I was encouraged. I have some more for you all who read my lame-o stuff!

Claimer: I own this plot and characters besides Edward Cullen, who has yet to show up in my story. (Sorry impatient ones, it will be awhile, hehehe)


Previously. . .

No! I can't do it! What's happening to me? I have to get away from here! I was almost in pain, thinking about how I would love to take a knife and slice into skin, and drink the blood that flowed from the line. I shook with desire.


I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried not to breathe. It didn't work. The sweet flavor made it's way into my mouth, and my mind rejoiced over the taboo taste. I tried to clear my head, and stood again. Turning to face the barn door, I rejected any thoughts at all. Jaw clenched shut, I pushed against the wood and let the cool, non-threatening air wash over me, no scent except for the fresh grass, and the lingering human smells that did not make a dent in my suddenly peaceful aura. I opened my eyes and looked around me. I noticed the black forest only yards away from me. I raced towards the dark, and when I heard the crunching of bracken beneath my feet, I stopped, and viewed my surroundings.

I sat beside a little stream that was unusually loud, and trees covered in thick green moss. Wow. I thought. I came a long way in such a short time. . how did I do that. . .? I pulled my sweatshirt on, and sat beside the babbling brook. I imagined my face to be brooding, and confused. Definitely confused. I heard a crunch in the leaves behind me. My eyes snapped open. Huh. . . I didn't realize they were closed. My torso twisted unconsciously toward the sound, and I looked up to the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my existence.


When my mother first brought me to Montana, I had thought she was crazy, completely insane to think that hard labor on a farm would change me into a sweet innocent girl again. She does not seem to grasp the fact that I am never going back to who I was. Never. I know that this life I had been living was useless, and not where I belong. And yet I find no peace of mind underwater, or as a chick off the streets. I feel as though I had been born into the wrong species.


This man is definitely not normal.


Chapter Two!! I'm proud of myself! I know they're short, but it's all that I can get out at once. HAPPY TURKEY DAY! Reviews are great! (HINT) Edward Cullen might appear!!!!