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Carlisle POV

I was on the streets again, it was dark and cloudy. The pain was gone and everything seemed a bit surreal. I looked around me and saw my friends and family all around me, running toward the lone figure dressed in rags. What was more surprising was that I was running with them. What was I doing here?

Then he turned seemingly unconcerned with the angry , bloodthirsty mob rapidly approaching him; whose appearance must mean certain death. Then I saw his face. He had ruby eyes, extremely pale, almost white skin and dirty blond hair. I felt stunned as I recognised who the vampire was, my killer. But how could he be here, if I was dead? I thought . He was searching the crowd for someone. Then he spotted me among the crowd. His lips stretched slowly into a toothy smile. His red eyes gleamed maliciously.

Time seemed to freeze leaving only him and me, alone in our own little, tense bubble. My feet unconsciously began walking me towards him. I looked down in horror willing them to stop, but they continued till I was only inches away from him. His smile widened. He looked at me like he knew something I didn't, but something that I should. I felt a tingling at the back of my throat but I took no notice of it. I had to focus. "Why am I here?" I asked him bewildered; my voice sounded different, strange almost musical, but I took no notice of it, willing him with every fibre of my being to answer.

He laughed horribly and replied " Why do you think?" It didn't seem to be a question , more of an answer. A cryptic one, but an answer never the less.

Before I could try to understand what this was all about , time seemed to unfreeze and he launched straight towards my father, teeth bared . My father had a look of horror on his face. I cried out in horror and outrage as he clawed deliberately at my fathers face. I saw the crimson blood flow down and hit the stone floor. I could hear ever drop ring loudly,luring me.

The burning at the back of my throat became more pronounced and I knocked the vampire; my competition; out of the way with ease and grabbed my father. Sinking my new sharp teeth into his fragile neck, draining his nourishing, life giving blood. I couldn't control the animal inside me. I sucked on the last drops of his blood and let him slump onto the unforgiving , hard floor. I heard his skull crack as he hit it.

I looked around me and saw the body, I had been holding wasn't my father's but Richard's. I was surrounded by dozens of pale lifeless bodies , all devoid of blood. I then saw the monster that I was. I was one of them, I was a vampire, an abomination. I threw back my head and howled in rage and pain at the dark, desolate sky. Once I had exhausted myself, I took another look around and realised that my "creator" was no where to be seen.

Then I awoke. I was lying flat on my back surrounded by potatoes in a dark, damp cellar. The smell of blood was strong in the air. It smelt like iron and tangy. I vaguely remember dragging my damaged body here.

It was dark and cold my body was filled with pain. I knew I was dying, and knew that if my father or anyone of his followers found me they would burn me alive. I had accepted my fate and was prepared to die, but not like that. Even though I was contaminated. I couldn't allow it. Slowly and painfully I dragged myself down the stone steps, leaving a obvious trail of blood. I couldn't deal with that now however, I had to hide. I found myself a lovely dark, damp cellar and pulled open a crate. It held some rotting potatoes. I crawled in and let the pain overtake mea and tried not to scream ot from the pain. Then I blissfully fell asleep from exhaustion.

I remembered nothing more apart from the nightmare till I woke up still here and miraculously still alive! How long had I been here? What did my father think had happened? Did he know? These questions ran through mey head one after another, each one I couldn't answer. There is only one way to find out. I thought

I sat up and saw my clothes were filthy ,torn and blood soaked in places with blood. My blood? I wondered. It had al been a dream, a nightmare, but what if it actually happened in the future, what if i couldn't help it. I knew then that I had to die. There was no other way. I was a danger to others a born killer, a predetor. I vowed that I would kill myself, before I stole another persons life.

I looked around hopelessly and caught sight of my reflection in a puddle of water; dripping from a pipe. My face was mud streaked and my hair plastered to my skull, thick with blood. But I still looked incredibly handsome, my complexion was pallid. My eyes were crimson. I heard footsteps approaching and my instincts took over. I jumped up out of the crate, potatoes flyingeverywhere and I ran and ran. It was amazing! I felt free, like I was flying. I slowed to a stop and took in my surroundings. I was in a large field on the outskirts of town. That's when it really hit me, when I knew for certain. I was a vampire.