I should have run faster, I should have listened to the voice in my head that was screaming to get away. I should have listened to my vision; I should have listened to my gut instinct. But I didn't I was so stupid.

Everything burned, with a pain I could not describe. I had never in my existence felt such a pain fill every inch of my being. Every piece of tissues, every muscle, every organ, every cell in my body. It burned, it was as if I'd be set on fire! What was this, what could possibly be causing this? And why won't it stop? I screamed in my mind for this to stop. I tried to scream out loud, but only a sickly gurgling bubbling came out. I did everything I could to look, and think past this pain. To remember how I could have possible come to have been in this situation, in this pain. My vision faded and something like a movie played in my head.

My lung burned, my legs ached and felt as if they'd give out at any moment. I was weak from blood loss, my blood sugar was surly low and I knew I was dehydrated. But I had to keep pushing, I had to keep running. I couldn't stop, I would not give in. I would not go down without a fight, even if I knew there was no hope for me.

The pain eased a little and I could think a bit more clearly. I was being chased; I was running from someone dangerous. But what could I have possibly been running from that had me so frightened? Soon the pain returned full force and I arched my back screaming, all of my broken bones screaming in protest of the sudden movement. Why was no one helping? Couldn't someone hear me? Surely someone had to be looking for me, right? My eyes clouded over and another movie started to play in my head, causing it to throb violently.

But it was too late; he jumped ever so gracefully from a tree above landing flawlessly in front of me. I screamed staggering back, turning quickly to run the other way. He grabbed me before I could move a full inch. His icy grip clutching my upper arms with such force I heard two small cracks. I held back a pained scream; I would not give him the satisfaction of this. I refused to, and this only angered him more. His anger washed away quickly though. In it's place a sick and twisted look appeared and a glimmer of sadistic happiness shown in his bright crimson eyes.

As I came to, I whimpered in pain. The throbbing in my head was now adding on to everything. And the burning, oh god the burning it kept getting worse. I didn't understand how this could be possible. How could the human body take such great amount of pain without passing out, or worse? Bones started to pop with sickening sucking and clicking noises. This only increased the searing pain causing me to scream and cry out more and louder. At one point, as if it wasn't already it got to be too much and what I thought was bile rose and came up. Only what I choked up was not what I expected, it was blood that soon turned into a clear pinkish liquid. I coughed violently aspirating on my own vomit, my own blood. Everything went black again.

"I am going to have so] much fun with you little one." He said in a mockingly soothing voice. He brushed a strand of my fallen matted hair out of my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. His dark raven hair fell into his eyes as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. Then my cheeks, the tip of my nose, my lips, my chin, and my jaw. I struggled against his touch and grip, kicking, scratching, anything. Nothing worked and he slowly made his way down to my neck. I knew he wouldn't make whatever he was going to do quickly. This would last for hours, maybe even days.

Make it stop, please someone just make it stop. I don't want to feel this anymore, I don't want to see this anymore. Why am I being forced to see, relive surely what is my own death?

His sharp teeth bit down into my neck as he snapped both of my legs with just two of his fingers. A bubbling cry escaped my lips. He laughed again for what had to have been the hundredth time that night. I could feel the blood flowing from between my legs, from all of the cuts and bite marks on my arms and shoulders and even my hands. He'd broken nearly every bone on my upper body. I couldn't help the scream that escaped my lips as his hands went to my waist. The trailed up, farther and father until. SNAP! I couldn't help the scream that escaped as he broke my spine. After two more squeezes and two more sickening cracks that made bile rise and come up. I couldn't feel from my waist down. That soon changed from my breast bone down. Oddly I was thankful for that. Because that eased the pain, it stopped some of it.

If he'd broken so many bones, including my spine that had left me numb, paralyzed. Then why, why was I feeling this pain? I felt it all over, even in places that had been numb in that dream, or memory I'd just had. This was not fair; I was supposed to be numb! No, this wasn't fair because I was supposed to be home. Safe and sound with my loving family, living my "normal" teenage life. I should be having dinner with my family, or having fun with my friends. I'd even settle for being in that prison the called school, anything but this. The pain grew worse, but this time in my chest.

I couldn't breath right anymore; each breath came out in a hollow gasp. My brain was demanding for my lungs to get the air they screamed for. But my heart, god my fucking heart! It was pounding so hard that it hurt with every beat. My brain was working on over drive to try and come up with a solution for this, but nothing it tried worked.

His lips sucked on my neck like I imagined a leech would suck on its pray. With every suck I could feel myself getting weaker, and weaker. I could feel my vision blurring, my hearing becoming fuzzy. I tried to fight still, but I couldn't any longer and started to feel myself slip away. I tried to fight it for as long as I could, but finally my body and mind gave in to the peaceful darkness. And I wondered, why had I fought for so long if the darkness was so peaceful?

The peaceful darkness broke for just a small amount of time, five minuets at the most. That's when I saw him. My attacker, every inch of him, every feature and every flaw. A beautiful woman with pale olive skin snaked her arms around him. Her curly dark locks flowing in the wind and her red eyes sparkling just like his.

"You've done such a good job my love. I'm so proud of you." She purred her voice exotic and sounded like bells. He laughed a hearty throaty laugh before attacking her lips with his own.

"I've got one more idea, my dear." The man chuckled darkly after they pulled away.

"What is it?" The woman asked sounding like an excited child on Christmas. He chuckled moving away from his love. He bent down next to me breaking the last few bones he'd forgotten to. He dipped his fingers in an open wound and swirled them around. It made a sick sucking noise when he pulled them out. His fingers quickly moved to my chest and he simply wrote the words

"Revenge, is sweet. She tasted of the tropics, his favorite sent."

The woman laughed loudly, doubling over. Apparently enjoying the sick joke her mate was playing. But he wasn't done, he took his jacked that was soaked in her sweet, innocent blood and rung it out around her shoulders, down to her arms. He drew out detailed angle wings in her own blood. Tearing the sleeve off the jacket he moved to her forehead drawing a beautiful halo of crimson.

Standing up he balled the jacket up and threw it, sending it so high into the air it disappeared completely. He slithered his way back over to the woman, his hands dripping in the girl's blood. As he reached her he held them up to her. The woman's eyes grew dark and she quickly lunged at his hands. She lapped up the blood like a child licking the cake batter off a spoon. She licked his hands and fingers until they were clean.

Once she was done the pair smiled at each other. Their eyes filling with lust and something else. He threw the woman against a tree and they took each other right then and there. Moving from the tree to the snow covered ground where the almost lifeless girl lay. Once they were done, the woman and man dressed. Before leaving they both wiped blood from the girls body and wrote out one more thing.

"Delilah-Mae Elizabeth Bliss

October 31st 1992 – October 31st 2011

Age 18

Beloved daughter, sister, and friend."

When I woke from this other dream, the pain was at an all time high. I was convulsing violently and all of my bones were snapping back into place with a sick popping click that added to this hellish pain. My lungs burned even more than they had when I'd been running. They soon felt like they were full of water. I choked gasping and soon I could only get a couple breaths in. My chest, my heart it thudded and pounded unevenly and rapidly. That soon changed to where it slowed down to a painful thump, thump, thump. With long agonizing pauses between each beat. Everything started to fade, my ears rang for a bit before I could hear nothing, not even the sound of my screams, gasps or heart beat. Then my vision went and I slipped into a painful blackness that seemed to last for days. Finally my heart gave its last beat and I took my last breath and everything was peaceful.

"Come on now, let's leave they'll find her dead body soon." A women's voice spoke.

When I woke I was no longer in pain, everything felt perfectly normal. Nothing hurt and I felt so oddly at peace. That didn't last long, because soon I started to notice things, startling things. Everything was so bright, so clear and vivid. I could see the bugs that lay deep under the white snow. I could see every crevasse of the tree's and their markings. I could see every thing move and sway in the wind, even dirt and dust partials.

I could hear everything around me, the animals scampering around. Squirrels claws sliding across the bark of the trees. I could hear the bugs move and crawl not only on the snow, but deep under the ground. I heard cars on the road, and planes in the sky as if they were next to me. I could smell every sent possible in an overwhelming way. Every sent filled my nose, things I'd never smelled before, but seemed oddly familiar.

I slowly sat up and looked around me. I was in a forest, in the snow in a small white dress. Why wasn't I cold? I looked down at my skin and gasped. I was as pale as the snow and covered in red liquid. I slowly stood to my feet with such ease and grace; it was almost cat like the way I moved. Fear set in and as I realized I didn't know where I was, or how I'd gotten here. Was I lost, was someone looking for me? I stopped dead in my tracks then. It sunk in that; my heart that should have been racing was not. It didn't even make a noise; it stood still in my chest.

My breathing picked up and I spun around in circles and looked around frantically for some kind of sign of where I was. Surly if my heart wasn't beating that meant I was dead. And if I was dead I was in heaven right? My hand shot to my throat as a burning sensation set in that caused me to cry out and pain. I was so thirsty! I felt as if I hadn't had a sip of water in weeks! Then I heard a twig snap and the sound of snow crunching. I whipped around crouching down in a protective stance. What was I doing?

I saw a group of people walking forward looking alarmed. The wind blew and a sent flew through the air. It was the most mouth watering sent I'd ever smelled. I could feel my mouth fill with saliva and my throat burned more than before. A middle age woman stepped out into the clearing where I was. A man the same age was close behind her, followed by two teenagers. Her hand flew to her mouth as she saw me and she froze. I stood frozen taking in their intoxicating sent my way.

"Oh my god dear, are you alright?" She asked as I slowly inched forward much like a cat would with their pray. I simply shook my head as if to say no.

"Were you attacked?" The man asked coming closer to me I could hear and nearly see his blood pulse through his veins. Where were these thoughts coming from?

"Yes." I said speaking for the first time. My voice, it sounded like bells it was beautiful and angelic. What was happening to me?

"What's your name dear?" The woman asked me and her breath hit my face with such force I nearly flew back. But instead I did something totally different; I let out a soft growl and attacked the women, my teeth dug into her neck, her sweet blood filling my mouth. The screams of the others around me faded out as images flew through my head. Soon, he body was on the floor. I smiled at the older man before pouncing. The same thing happened, even the images. This happened two more times before I stood. Four lifeless bodies lay on the ground at my feet.

My eyes widened and I sunk to my knees. What had I just done? I, I had killed these innocent people who were trying to help me! I drank their blood; I drained the life from them. And as I did so I saw everything from their past, and I saw what their future had held. I clutched my chest a sob escaping my lips. They had such bright futures! How could I have done something like that? Who was I? And that's when something hit me. The woman's last words, the question she'd asked me.

[i]"What's your name dear?"[/i] She'd asked, and what was my name? Who was I, how old was I? Where was I from? I didn't know anything, or remember anything. Just the pain and the hunger I'd felt. The hunger for them, for their blood. I slowly stood and turned around and when I did I found an answer.

Delilah-Mae Elizabeth Bliss

My name. And my death.

That could only mean one thing, if I was dead. And with all of the signs pointing to that conclusion. My un-beating heart being the biggest clue. And with the sin I'd just committed, there was only one possible explanation. There was only one thing I could be.

I was a vampire. I was a soulless, heartless, life taking monster.