A/N: Sorry for the delay in update...

Also, has anyone noticed the new layout for the fanfiction website? I'm still making my mind up on it, but I don't think I like it... It's weird... :P

Bella:

3rd October 2006

Zilch. Diddly squat. Nout. Naught. Nix-nada no. Nothing.

However you want to say it, they all mean the same. And they all represent how much I've heard from Edward. Which is nothing.

Seriously, I don't get him. At. All. I mean, he kissed me, basically telling me that I had nothing to worry about, and then, he goes and doesn't speak to me for a month. What the hell is up with that?

I would speak to him today, but it's the weekend, and I don't have a clue where he lives. I've tried speaking to him before, but he either ignores me, or says he has to go. I really don't get what's up with him, and it's more than a little bit annoying.

So, to try and calm down a bit, I've decided to go for a nice, refreshing walk. It's not too warm here in Forks, but at least it's not raining. Just as I'm walking along, I feel my foot catch on a rock or something, and before I know it, I'm on the ground.

I glance over myself, and see the only injury is a cut on my arm. It's not too deep, but it's bleeding quite a bit. I'm not sure if I'm seeing things, but a flash of white seemed to go past me. I look behind me and see a man, who looks to be in his early thirties. He has dark brown hair, and the most unusual looking golden coloured eyes. He is incredibly attractive, and I instantly feel drawn to him.

He appears to sniff the air, and his eyes turn from gold to black. He looks at me like he wants to eat me, making me scared. I try to run away, but I only get a few feet before he's standing in front on me, blocking me way. How did he do that?

He looks down at the cut on my arm, and licks his lips. I try to run again, but he grabs my arm with such force I cry out a little. That seems to make his loosen his grip, but it's still too painful.

Too quickly for me to stop, the man lowered his head to the cut on my arm, and licked the blood. I tried to push him off me, but he was too strong. Before I knew it, he was biting into the veins in my wrist. As soon as he bit into me, it felt like I was on fire, it was so painful. He continued drinking my blood, and then I screamed out.

"PLEASE! PLEASE STOP! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! IT HURTS SO BAD!" I screamed at him. He actually stopped, and looked at me. Tears were pouring down my face from the pain, that was ever present even if his razor sharp teeth had left my skin. I screamed again, and then the stranger picked me up, and ran off at an inhuman speed. What was this creature?

"Shhh, I'm sorry…I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…it's just, your blood. God, it smelt so good, I just couldn't resist. But now…now it's too late, I'm so sorry." The stranger said, trying to soothe me. Instead, though, it left me utterly confused by his words. He smelt my blood?

I looked down at my cut, and the new one on my wrist. Both were covered in blood that it made me feel queasy, and the speed we were travelling didn't help.

The sight of blood has always made my stomach turn for as long as I can remember. I let out another scream before I could speak again.

"Put me down…I'm gonna…" I started, but I couldn't tell him that I was going to be sick sick because I threw up over both of us. He didn't seem to care, but I most definitely did. The sick and the blood all put together made me feel very queasy, but instead of vomiting again, I fainted.

**********HSH**********

I began regaining consciousness, only to be assaulted by pain. I screamed as soon as I could, and tried to run away. Memories of the man and him drinking my blood him me, and I tried to run away. Only, I couldn't move for some reason.

Pain was all over my body, making me scream again. It felt like my whole body was on fire, yet I couldn't understand why. I faintly heard someone next to me, speaking to me, trying to calm me, but I blocked them out with my screams.

I couldn't focus on anything other than the immense pain that was taking over my entire body.

I'm not sure how long the pain has been going on, or how long I was unconscious, but it felt like an eternity. Would this pain never end?

Amazingly, the pain actually seemed to be getting worse. I didn't think it was possible to endure more pain at once than this, but it seemingly was. It was as though the pain and fire was getting to my heart, not just my limbs. My heart, though, was trying to fight the fire. Within me, I somehow knew this was a fight my heart wouldn't win. I was scared, because I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I felt my heart beat faster and faster, and then, it stopped. And the fire, gone.

I lay silently for a few minutes, unsure of what to do, or where I was. My heart was no longer beating, surely that means I'm dead. Was that pain me dying? But why would I die, aside from the cut, I was perfectly healthy, wasn't I?

"Can you open your eyes for us?" A man's voice said, and I recognised it. Where from, though? Oh my, it was the man who bit my wrist. Who drank my blood!

I don't know why, but I opened my eyes, like me asked. He was sat beside the bed I was lay on with 4 other women. They all were insanely beautiful, and had the golden coloured eyes.

I looked around the room, and actually gasped in shock. Everything was so much clearer, brighter. There were new, beautiful colours, colours I'd never seen before. I was in awe of the whole room.

"What have you done to me?" I demanded of the people who were all sitting across from me, watching my actions closely.

"We will explain everything, first, how about you tell us your name?" One of the blonde girls said. I looked closely over the group, and saw that three of the women looked fairly similar, all with blonde/strawberry blonde hair. The other women had darker, brown hair, and looked older. She looked around about the same age as the man, in her mid-thirties, while the three blonde girls looked around about my age.

"Isabella Swan, now what are your names and what have you done to me?" I asked in what I hoped was a demanding voice.

"I'm Tanya Denali, and these are my sister's, Kate and Irina. This here is our adoptive mother and father, Carmen and Eleazar." The blonde girl, Tanya, said, pointing everyone out.

"Ok, now, would someone please explain why Eleazar drank my blood?" I asked angrily, and he looked incredibly ashamed.

"Look, I'm ever so sorry about that. The reason I drank your blood is because, well, we're vampires, and so are you." Eleazar said, and I began laughing.

"You seriously expect me to believe that?" I said, and then I got hit with a déjà vu. This was how I reacted when Jacob told me about werewolves.

"Yes, we are completely serious. I am ever so sorry about drinking your blood, see, when you cut your arm, I couldn't resist. We are different from most vampires, though, because, normally, we only drink animal blood, as opposed to human blood. However, when I smelt your fresh blood, I couldn't resist drinking it. Your screams, though, broke me from my trance, but it was too late. My venom was in your system already, and the only way to stop you completely dying would be to let you become a vampire. I am incredibly sorry." Eleazar said, and I sat down while trying to take it all in. What did this mean?

"Like the vampires from Dracula?"

A/N: What do you think? This is the last chapter before we time jump back into the present day...sorta!

Review please! :D