A/N: Hello dearest readers! I know ther there only two of you so far, but I'm generally happy to have SOMEONE reading this story. :) After all, I absolute adore this story, and it's my actual project.

FUN FACT: Did you know that ALLLLLLL of my other stories are JUST side projects? They are there for my enjoyment, and I update them whenever. I write them so I don't kill myself writing all of my stories. This story is ACTUAL AWESOMENESS. I Actuallly tried to include detail, and I've been working on all of my flaws. :D

And about the blood thing... it is actually explained in this chapter. :)

This chapter goes out to all of my lovely reviewers! I shall name you in the next chapter, I promise. ENJOOOOOOYYYYY!

Into the Mist - Chapter Two

The fire that coursed through Fleur's veins was indescribable. It was as though death would do her better than to continue living in this hell. Life needed to end. Now.

But death never came.

How Fleur wished it would. Her tiny hands scrambled all over the forest floor, searched for an OFF button to this pain, this torture. They searched and searched to no avail. Her small feet kicked the moist earth, wishing that the ground would crumble, and she would be engulfed by the fiery core of Earth. Fleur's head rested on the ground, unmoving, completely different from the other parts of her that were spastically twitching. Her face was not contorted as it should have been. It was almost peaceful - at rest.

If anyone wandered into the forest and saw only her face at that exact moment, they would have just thought she was asleep - or dead. Her face looked as though she were having a very pleasant dream.

And that was part of what made her what she was due to become. Something about her was different, far more different than any vampire had ever been. Fleur's blood would never have sung to any vampire, not even the most sick, twisted vampire would want to taste her blood again after the first taste. Her blood was like brussel sprouts to a child. Fleur as a vampire would be terrifying to those who knew what power she beheld.

Of course, little Fleur wouldn't know unless someone told her.

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What felt like years later, Fleur opened her eyes to a completely different world. Everything was clearer, and she could - literally - see forever.

Fleur decided not to get too worried about her weird seeing abilities, and stood up. She walked in the direction she knew her home was. She was terrified of the man coming back for her, but she forced her tiny feet to keep moving forwards. Fleur had to ensure that her parents were, in fact, dead. Except poor little Fleur was terrified of that too. But her instincts drove her forwards.

For some reason, Fleur was traveling faster than she ever had before. Well, that was good. She didn't have to dwell in the forest as long as she would have a few days ago.

A twig snapped behind her. Fleur jumped, and ran.

She was suddenly standing smack in the middle of her backyard. How had she gotten here so quickly? No one could move that fast. No one. And Fleur knew that. Why was she suddenly defying the laws of nature? Why?

Confused and alone, Fleur sniffled. That was not a good idea.

She felt an aching in her throat. She felt a lust for the smell that reached her keen nose. The smell drew her forwards like meat drew a carnivore forwards. Fleur licked her lips, which were coated in some sort of fluid by the gesture. That just pushed her forwards, even more so.

As she entered her house, she instinctively ran towards her parents. Their blood was not yet dried, and looked absolutely delectable.

"Wait, what?" Fleur stopped herself. Her instincts died down slightly, although her body slightly ached to taste the delicious red fluid that was pooled all over the floor. Fleur was very frightened by her desire to drink her parents' blood. She was also frightened that she now had no family.

"Mommy? Daddy? Wake up!" Fleur screamed. She knew they were dead, but she wanted them to come back to life. She shook their lifeless bodies until more blood spurted out of her mother's arm. That made Fleur want the blood again.

Frightened, Fleur began to sob. She wanted tears to come, but they didn't. No signs of humanity remained on the outside of Fleur. Only her still-blue eyes remained, to remind humans that she was still a being, like themselves.

As she stood there, sobbing, anger began to build up inside her small body. An anger that no living thing had ever felt before. It was so strong - so powerful that it would take months to unleash, perhaps years.

Fleur got up, anger coursing strongly through her body. She lashed out at everything in her path - lashed out at everything that wasn't in her path. She completely destroyed the cosy little white house she had once called home.

And that was just the beginning.