A/N: I don't own things! The computer I'm writing this on isn't even mine so how could I possibly own any recognizable characters!

So this is the second chapter… yeah. Please review. Pretty please? Ahhh sorry, im begging. Just ignore that part…

In case you can't remember here's a bit of the last chap.:

The next large crash came from relatively close behind me, followed by someone shouting, "NO!" I didn't have time to turn before I felt a piercing pain in the back of my neck and sudden darkness dragging me to unconsciousness.

Here's the next part!:

I woke up to the sound of hushed voices.

"She's your responsibility, Will! You can not abandon her. You changed her, you take care of her," a voice with authority said.

"I will not! When you changed someone, everyone watched them. Why can't you do the same?" This voice was younger compared to the other. I wondered what they were talking about. Who was this girl who was making all the trouble?
"When I changed someone, it was so that they could live instead of die. You took her life away; therefore, she's your problem. You must take responsibilities for your actions. That is not to say the rest of the family won't help you but you will teach her our ways and how to abstain," the first voice commanded.

I then heard a new, female voice. "You do know that she can hear you, right?"

There was silence and I tried to open my eyes. I was only half successful; I couldn't seem to open them more than half way. It reminded me of the one time I had gotten drunk.

"My dear, can you hear us?" a woman called. Her voice had a motherly tone to it, bringing painful memories of my family. I was surprised. They were clearer than ever which made the semi-painful memories excruciating.

"Yes." Was that my voice? It sounded much clearer than I would have expected.

"Well then, what's your name?" she asked.

Great. The question was simple enough but always reminded me of my parents. "Uh, Zales, But please call me Zal or Zally or… something else." I managed to open my eyes and saw a woman with a pretty, heart shaped face, and long brown hair bending over me; I assumed that she was the one who had asked me the questions.

"Why don't you go by your middle name?" I turned my head to the side to see the extremely muscular boy who had asked me the question.

"Because my middle name is Brigeta and I've always thought that that made me sound like a German hooker."

The boy laughed and I scanned the rest of the room. There were nine people in the room and all of them were strikingly beautiful. They also seemed to be coupled off. An older man, well, older compared to the rest of them, had his hand on the woman with the heart shaped face's shoulder. The burly boy had his arm around a model like girl's waist, a blond boy and a pixie like girl who stood close to each other, but didn't actually touch and a bronze haired boy with a chocolate haired girl in his arms.

The ninth person was a taller boy. He was muscular, about as muscular as the blond boy and while they were all attractive, the boy leaning against the wall across from me seemed even more so. He had black hair that hung in his eyes a little. His eyes were an ocher hue and his features were straight and perfect. He looked strangely familiar, but I couldn't place him.

"We are the Cullen's," said the older man. "I am Carlisle, this is Esme, my wife and these are my children; Emmett and Rosalie, Jasper and Alice, Edward and Bella, and WiIl."

That was unexpected. "Ah, at the risk of sounding judgmental… children?" I asked. He couldn't be older than thirty three.

He just laughed and everyone else smiled wide grins. "Not my biological children, Zales," he said. "Adopted children, sort of."

"Zally and what do you mean, 'sort of'," I asked him

"Well, I want you to open your mind to all possibilities before I explain anything, Okay?"

"Yeah…" My curiosity was defiantly getting the better of me, but I had a bad feeling about where this was going. I pulled my hand up to scratch my shoulder but instead of my usually soft skin, it felt hard. "Whoa, why am I hard?"

"All part of what you have become."

"Become?"

"Yes, you have already noticed your hard skin. Unfortunately, that isn't all that changed." He handed me a large square mirror like the ones at my old dentist's office. What I saw in the glass was both surprising and frightening.

The first thing I noticed was my now blood red eyes. Not bloodshot as in the veins were more pronounced but bright red iris. My features, while had always been defined, were now even more so. My skin was pale but not pasty, and the contrast between it and my lips was astounding. Apart from my red irises, my natural beauty seemed to have intensified ten fold.

"You see, you were bitten by Will," he said, nodding his head at the familiar boy. "We are all vampires."

"What?" My voice was flat and hard. Vampires were myths, legends, and things to keep little kids up at night! What was this guy talking about? How could he be serious?

"I asked you to keep an open mind." He reminded me.

"Yeah you did, but how am I supposed to believe you? This is crazy, weird and I'm a little freaked out! Vampires are stories, legends! So what are you guys, some… I don't know, secret cult?"

They all laughed. "No we aren't a cult, and we're completely serious about being vampires. The legends you know have very little truth about them. You see, Vampires do not have fangs, we can go out in sunlight, to an extent, and we do not turn into bats. Should I tell you more about us?"

I looked at them. There was no denying that they were different. But to what extent? Could they all really be vampires?

"Listen to us Zal. You can feel that you are different than you were before. You saw your reflection. Trust us" a voice said in my head. It wasn't my voice, or my conscience or anything, and it had said, "Us" not "them", indicating that it belonged to one of the people, or vampires in front of me. I stared at the Cullen's trying to figure out what I had just heard before nodding at Carlisle.

He nodded once before he began speaking. "Do you feel different than you had a few days ago?" he asked; had he put the voice in my head? They both had picked a topic that was most convincing of there cause; I did feel different. I felt like I could do anything, including picking up the bed I was lying on and throw it threw a couple of walls.

"Yeah. I feel, ah, stronger." I said positive that they would laugh at me again, but instead Carlisle just continued, but not before I saw a sad look come on to Rosalie's face though.

"All of your senses have been enhanced as well, not just your physical strength, which is strongest during your first year. You will be able to beat, even Emmett in a fight based on brute strength." He nodded toward the extremely muscular boy.

Now it was my turn to laugh. "You think I could beat him at a fight? That's hilarious." My voice was saturated with sarcasm.

"I don't think you could beat him in a real fight."

"But you just said-"

"A fight based on brute strength. Emmett is more experienced fighter so he would win, but you are exponentially stronger. You see, blood makes us strong and your body is filled with the blood you needed while you were human. Over the course of a year, you will be stronger than you will be during the rest of your existence," Carlisle explained.

"Existence?" I hadn't missed that word.

"We can't die." He said simply. His expression made it look like he was remembering something.

Suddenly, I was being pulled into a tunnel. Well, what seemed like a tunnel. I couldn't possibly be being pulled anywhere, because I could feel the blankets of the bed in my clenched hands. I heard voices from the end of the tunnel, where I had come from, but they soon disappeared.

I was standing up at the top of a cliff, only it wasn't me. I was Carlisle. Sort of. I wanted to turn around, to take in my surroundings but I couldn't make myself do it. All I could do was look down. And that was the only thing I saw. Down. Lots of it. I didn't even seem like there was a bottom to this cavern.

Before I could think about, I was falling down into the empty space. I was screaming, but Carlisle wasn't. It seemed like I was just watching him do these things. Why? I thought to myself. Why is he doing this to himself?

The answers I needed just popped into my mind, but in Carlisle voice. It has to be done, I'm a monster, a vampire. I can't continue living anymore.

What the hell? They were telling the truth! I could feel it now, and so much more. Images flashed through my mind. Carlisle running after someone in a dark street. Pain, beyond pain. Crawling, and hiding. Then waking up to find out what he had become. How disgusted he had been at what he had become. How he tried to kill himself.

Shit. I could see the bottom now, and it was fast approaching. I felt Carlisle's eyes closing, and went to do the same but found I couldn't. Could I die in this memory? I tried to scream again as we finally collided with the rocky floor.

All I could feel was pain, but not enough to end the suffering. Carlisle hadn't died. He hadn't even been hurt after the initial pain. We stood up and then I was in the water. Well, fridged, ice water actually. I could feel the cold suffocating my body, and then was plunging down into the depths.

Head first Carlisle and I were diving. We must have been in an ocean because it took what seemed like hours to reach the bottom. In fact, it had been hours. And even though we were on the bottom of the ocean, with what seemed like millions of atmospheres of pressure pressing on us from all sides, we didn't die. Then I felt myself being ripped from Carlisle and I watched him on the bottom of ocean while I was pulled back into the tunnel.

I heard the voices calling my name as I reached the other end of the tunnel again.

"Zally, what's wrong dear? Zally?" Esme called. I looked at her face, and then all the other face's in the room. All of them had looks of concern on their faces. Especially, I noticed, Will. His eyes were wide and he was standing up straight, compared to his nonchalant position, earlier.

"I'm fine." I panted. That had been probably the most frightening experience of my life and I didn't even understand what had happened.

"What happened? You were just sitting there and were in, a trance…" Jasper asked.

"I was Carlisle. Or I was with Carlisle. Did you try to kill yourself?" I almost yelled the last part. I had been depressed before, but no thoughts of suicide had entered my mind. Nothing could make me that depressed.

"Yes. A long time ago," Carlisle said slowly. His voice was quiet and thoughtful. "Might I ask how you knew that?"

"It was weird. When you said, "We can't die." it felt like I was being pulled into a black tunnel and then I was standing on top of a cliff. Well it was really you but I was in your mind? I don't know exactly. I was living the experience with you. Then we, you, whatever, jumped off the cliff. It was such a long fall that I couldn't even see the bottom until right before we hit it. While we were falling though I asked myself why you were doing this and you said that you were disgusted with what you had become and you wanted to die. That's when I understood everything. You were chasing someone down a street, you were bitten, you hid, and then you realized what you were a vampire, -I believe you now by the way- you tried to kill yourself.

"Anyway, we hit the bottom and it was excruciating. But we were only there for a second. Then we were in the water and we were diving down. It was so cold and I could feel the pressure but we didn't get ripped apart. That was when I, ah, left. I got ripped back into the tunnel and here I am." I had been speaking very fast so I was surprised that they all seemed to understand me.

"You saw all of that?" Edward asked, his face shocked. Bella's face was also shocked.

"Uh, yeah. Is that normal?" I really was hoping that I wasn't a freak of freaks or anything.

"Well," Carlisle deliberated a second before continuing. "Some vampires have, special talents-"

"Besides super strength and senses?"

"Yes," Carlisle smiled. "As I was saying, Some vampires have, special talents. Edward, can hear thoughts-"

"What!" There were a lot of thoughts that I hadn't wanted anyone else to know. Like how I didn't want to be a freak amongst freaks or how I thought Will was way more attractive than the rest of them…

"Don't worry, usually I don't share," he smirked at me. Apparently, he found this quite amusing.

"Jasper can manipulate emotions," Carlisle continued. "Alice can predict the future, and Bella can put thoughts in your head."

"Whoa. That's ah, impressive." So she was the one who had put the thought in my head.

At that moment, I felt, hungry, or thirsty, I guess. I was about to say something, but Edward spoke first. "That feeling means you need to hunt."

Hunt. Since these people were vampires, that meant hunt people. I couldn't kill someone! I couldn't even step on a bug without feeling guilty.

Before I could say anything, I felt like I was being pulled into the tunnel again. That was going to take some time to get used to.

I was standing by a tree, but this time, I wasn't inside anyone. I saw the Cullen's in front of me. All of them except for Will and Bella but I realized because this was before they had joined the Cullen's; before Bella was even born.

Emmett bounded off to the right and I followed him. He found a large grizzly and after killing it, bit down on its neck. After a minute or so, he turned and ripped a large tree out of the ground. He through the grizzly carcass underneath and re-planted the tree.

Then I was being sucked out of the memory and was sitting back on the bed. This time, everyone seemed more relaxed about what had just happened.

"That was fun," I murmured mostly to myself. It was kind of scary when it happened by accident the first time, but this time I had half asked for it. I had wanted to know what hunting was like and had witnessed it through there memories.

"Huh," Edward said concentrating on something.

"What?" Alice asked.

"You just had a… vision, for lack of a better word, right?" he asked me.

I nodded.

"Well, it seems as if I can't read your thoughts while your seeing the past."

I didn't know what to say to that. I personally thought that was a good thing, but hey, I've been wrong before and he seemed concerned.

"You can't read the thoughts Bella puts into people's heads," Jasper said quietly. "Maybe this is similar to that."

The feeling in my stomach was getting worse and thankfully Edward noticed. "She should really go hunt."

"Will. Why don't you take her," Carlisle said. It wasn't a request, it was a command.

Will grumbled something causing Rose to smack his head. "There's nothing wrong with girls!" she shouted at him.

He just walked out of the door. "Come on." He called from down the hallway.

Esme gave me a encouraging smile. "He's better when you get to know him."

I returned her smile but doubted it in my mind while looking at Edward. He just laughed.

I got up and walked to the door. I felt really different once I had started to move. While walking at a normal pace I felt like I was moving slower than a slug. I walked a little faster and then was running. Well, more like flying. I went down the stairs and almost tripped at the bottom. Almost being the key word; Will caught me at the last second.

"You'll have to get used to that," he chuckled.

I frowned at him and wriggled out of his grip. He chuckled again and walked out of the door.

I realized then that there was no way that we could be in California anymore. There were trees and it was raining. From the feel of the ground it didn't seem like it ever stopped raining. Even in northern California it didn't rain like this.

"Hey, Will? Where are we?" I asked timidly.

"Cullen mansion." His tone was extremely sarcastic.

That caused me to turn around. I hadn't had a lot of time to look around the inside of the house so I didn't know how big it was. According to the outside, it was huge. Gigantic. Enormous. Every and all adjectives meaning big. There was a wrap around porch on the first floor. There were three floors in total all with big windows every few feet. The house was white and defiantly Victorian.

"Specify, please." I said, a little breathless.

He shook his head and sighed. I didn't know why he was annoyed, it wasn't my fault I had been unconscious during the trip here. In fact it was his fault.

"Forks, Washington." Yep, he was defiantly annoyed, which made me annoyed.

"What? What do all my friends think? Where do they think I am? And where is all my stuff?" I asked. My voice matched his annoyed tone, but I added anger to the mix.

"Your friends think you're dead. And what stuff?"

"My friends think I'm what?!" I yelled at him. I could feel my face heating up, but no where near as much as it did when I was… human.

"Dead. And you didn't answer my other question." He was still calm which annoyed me even more.

"DEAD! What the hell! Why?"

"Because in case you haven't noticed, you can't go back to them. Ever. Don't worry in a few decades they'll be dead and you can go back."

"Why can't I go see them?"

"Were you listening to anything that we were telling you earlier? You. Are. A. Vampire. For the first year you'll be out of control."

"You know if I was totally out of control, I would have used my new found strength to rip you apart! So rethink that last, statement," I said calming a little, but not enough to quiet my voice.

"Look, Zales. You need to go hunting, so why don't you shut up so we can do that." That sneer on his face was really annoying.

Zal, where is your stuff? Bella's voice said in my head. All you have to do is think it and Edward will get the message.

How did you know about my stuff? I wondered but then answered the question. It's in a storage container. I pictured the place so he would know exactly where it was.

Thanks Zally. Just go hunting and we'll have your stuff here before you get back.

Okay… I thought. I turned all of my attention back to Will. "Okay, Let's go." I said, narrowing my eyes at him to show I was still mad at him.

With that he walked into the trees and quickly disappeared through the tree line.

I grumbled loudly as I followed. "Where are you and why do I have to go hunting with you?" I asked the empty air, knowing he would hear me.

As I kept walking, I saw him leaning casually against a tree. His face was troubled and I assumed it was because I was going slower than his liking, but then he answered my questions. "Because I changed you. When we slip up –bite someone, we have to deal with the consequences." He looked sad, as he walked toward me slowly. "You should hate me," he said quietly.

"Why, because you've been an asshole?"

He threw his head back and laughed. "No, that was because I was mad at Carlisle. And at you." His voice had gone quiet as he spoke. "I took away your life, Zales. You can't have a career. You can't have kids. You'll be able to go to college, and that's about it."

"I don't mind."

"How can you not mind? You can't have a life because of my lack of self control. You should hate me!" he was yelling now which made me fell less guilty for yelling back.

"Well I don't! You don't know what it's like to lose your family! To lose everything that matters to you. You-"

He interrupted me by taking my shoulders and looked at me as if he was concentrating extremely hard on something. I was wondering what it was when I was sucked into the familiar black tunnel.

I was standing on an empty street. I didn't know where and whoever I was in didn't care either. There were three people with me. Two were dressed nicely and had hands on my shoulders. The other was directly in front of me with a gun pointed at us.

I was pulled out of the person and the scene seemed to pause. I walked around the people. The one person I was in I easily recognized as Will. The woman and man flanking him were his parents.

Everything un-paused with a jolt and I stood by and watched the scene of horror un-fold in front of me.

"Give me your bag," the mugger demanded.

Will's mother immediately took it off her shoulder and passed it to him but he refused it.

"Put you jewelry and his wallet in it. Then pass it." He said nodding to Will's father who had begun to pull it out of his back pocket.

Will was standing there, his eyes wide with fear. He didn't say anything. He didn't move. It didn't even look like he was breathing.

The bag was stuffed full, and the mugger held out his hand for it. He snatched it as Will's mother held it out, trembling.

The mugger looked at his newly acquired loot and then back at the family. "Turn around," He said.

"We don't want trouble. Just take the bag and leave. Please. Don't hurt my family." Will's father pleaded.

"Turn around!" Now the mugger's hand was trembling.

They did. Will turned first and then his parents. The mugger then turned his weapon on the father: Four shots. Next was the mother: two shots. He then pointed the gun at Will. No, I thought. I knew he wouldn't die but I still thought it.

The mugger slowly squeezed the trigger. Click. He had run out of ammo and was fleeing the scene. I saw Will look down at his parents, bleeding on the street. His mother had been shot in the head and was already dead. His father had been shot in the back and would die within the minute. I was about to reach out to the boy in front of me when I was wrenched out of the scene.

I gasped. "Oh Will, I'm so sorry!" was all I could squeak out before I went into a fit of dry sobs. I hadn't been there when my parents were killed and my grandmother had died somewhat peacefully. What I had just witnessed made my loss seem shallow in comparison.

"Shh, Shh. Its okay." He chanted pulling me into him. He rubbed my back and patted my hair. How did this happen? I should have been comforting him, as he shared his saddest memory.

I pulled away from him. I couldn't get attached to anyone here. Living Will's parent's deaths like that had resurfaced everything I had vowed to do, to never depend on others. How could I? Nothing was permanent. Eventually everything good comes to an end. Even in this world of immortality, things change. The Cullen's might not want me with them. They didn't know me, and I didn't know them. There was no way I could lean on them for too long. I could never get attached.

A/N: Okay so there was a little insight into Will's life. Yeah sad past. Please tell me what you thought and tell me what you want more of. Do you like Zally? Do you like Will? Do you understand the title?(think about the title and some of the characters names… I thought it was clever.) If you have any questions feel free to ask as well! Reviews make me happy, and who doesn't want to be my first reviewer on this story!