No matter how much I drank, the burning sensation never seemed to cease. It was constantly there, flaring; it was getting to my imagination, and I soon find myself envisioning the humans underneath me, paralyzed by my venom, sucked dry. The flames that licked my throat raw were edging me on, pushing me closer. I was abandoning all sense of humanity, if I even had any left. I was beginning to doubt that I even had a clean, [i]normal[/i] thought anymore. Surely, whatever horrific thing I was now, could not contain such humane thoughts. It would be against its nature.

Glancing down at my blouse, I gasped a light, airy gasp. It was covered in a deep crimson liquid. [i]How did that get there?[/i] I thought, my brows crunching together. Whatever the liquid was, I wanted more. My mind was slowly gathering the information and piecing it together. At the pace it was going, it seemed like it could only comprehend one word at a time. After a few seconds, I had it. I had reached a conclusion, the one that would surely land me in an insane asylum if I were to tell a single soul.

I, Mary Alice Brandon, was a vampire.

It felt incredible to say. Incredible, nerve-wracking, crazy, and on the verge of hallucinations; That's what was coursing through me, along with some form of adrenaline. I wasn't sure how I had turned into this… [i]vampire[/i]… but I knew that's what I was. Despite the blood-craves and my pale, shimmering skin, one odd fact seemed to stick out: I was so unsure of many basic facts. When was my birthday? How old was I? Did I have a mother, a father, siblings? What were they like, and what were their names. Was I always living here? Did I like it here? How had I been living before I became like this, however I became like this? The only reason I knew my name was because of a leather-bound notebook that had been lying on the ground next to me as I woke up, lying on a hand-made blanket. On the front of it were the words 'Mary Alice Brandon' imprinted into the leather, leaving deep indentations on it. I soon gathered it in my hands, tracing the letters that made up my name, given to me by unknown people.

Flipping the book open, I was faced with unknown beauty. The very first picture was of a man, placed at a perfect twenty in age. His hair was curly and reached just below his ears. Beautiful, heartfelt eyes were spaced perfectly apart; separating them was a sculpted nose, straight and perfect. He was perfect. A hint of a smile played with his lips, though it was well-hidden against some military code he was forced to follow.

Underneath the sketch was a name. It read [i]Jasper Whitlock[/i] in tiny, scrawled letters. My fingers soon found the other pages, and I learned the names of a family I had drawn, known as the Cullens. They were unnaturally beautiful, each sculpted from the view of an angel. They were all different, yet each alike with their perfect features and build. One page held descriptions of each of the family members; Others had quickly written notes, as though I had had to take notes from some unknown source. A crinkled page near the back had a description of my first sketch, of his location, and where he might be headed to. [i]How had I received this information?[/i] I thought curiously, shaking my head in confusion.

Suddenly my eyes focused on nothing in particular, and my mind was far away from my current scene.

[i]I raced through the forest, as light and airy as a feather barely floating by, urging another vision to come. His location before this had been close to Dover.[/i] Was the weather there okay to be traveling in?[i] I wondered, indeed worried if I could travel there safely without a fear of exposing myself. A new vision did come, showing a rainy Delaware.[/i] Good… He should be there.[i] With renewed hope, I began sprinting faster than ever, knowing that I was closer to Jasper than I had been in quite a while.[/i]

It felt as though I were gasping for breath as I came out of the vision, falling back onto the leaves and being caught by the blanket's crotched cloth. [i]So that's how I gained the information,[/i] I thought, a light, breezy chuckle escaping me. It was a beautiful sound, echoing the perfect chiming of a soprano bell.

I now knew what needed to be done. I needed to find this Jasper. Clearly, I possessed a gift, one that would hopefully lead me to him until our timings would be perfect. I wasn't sure why, but something was screaming at me to find him, to comfort him. Was it fate playing their newly dealt cards?

Standing up, I knew that I must find a decent pair of clothes to travel in; It would look too suspicious to be wondering around humans with bloodstained clothes.

Then a new thought found its way to my brain, and I froze with paralyzed fear.

[i]How would I be able to interact and be around humans without killing them?[/i]

My heart plunged towards my stomach as I balanced myself against a tree, fighting the urge to kick it down with rage. I should have known that I wouldn't be able to resist in such a short time. I was newly created, or at least I believed so. How was I suppose to create a game-plan if I was so short for information? I needed someone to tell me what I should do. Yet no one was in sight. No one could help me.

My senses immediately perked up as I sensed him. A spicy, strong scene filled the air, and I could almost feel his footsteps crunching on the leaves silently.

"Anything wrong, Miss Brandon?"