-1a/n: I do not claim any affiliation with Stephenie Meyer or the Twilight series.

R&R please.

My savior ran. And when I say he ran, I mean he ran faster than any human ever could. I should have felt scared, terrified even, but instead I felt invigorated. I felt reborn. We pushed through the front entrance and past all the guards, completely unseen by human eyes.

Human eyes? Where had that come from? I couldn't say why, but something told me that I was no longer human. I shivered slightly at the thought.

My savior stopped and pulled me off his back, bringing me around to face him. "Are you okay?"

"W-what am I?" I stammered.

"You are a vampire now, Alice."

"A-a what?" I had to have heard him wrong. There was no such thing as vampires. Anyone who thought so should have been locked up like I had been.

"A vampire, my love. An immortal being."

"But-"

"Shh." Once again, he put his cold finger to my lips. His eyes glazed over as he looked past my head. "Come."

He started running again, slower than before, but picking up speed. There is no way I can keep up with that, I thought, but to my surprise, I started following him and caught up easily. Impossible! I was racing through the trees with him at my side.

He smiled and took my hand. "You're free now."

I gasped. It was exactly as I had seen it in my mind less than an hour ago. I returned the grin. "Where are we going?"

"We need to get somewhere safe, and you need to feed. It won't be long before James comes after us."

James. Could that have been the guard who threatened me daily?

As if reading my thoughts, my Savior replied "Yes."

"Is he a…" My voice trailed off.

"Yes. And as soon as he see's that you are gone, he will go looking for you, and if he finds us, I have no doubt that he will kill us."

I was so confused. I had no idea what was going on, where we were going, or what I was. A vampire, it just didn't make sense to me.

"Wait, did you say feed? What do you mean feed?"

"You will need to drink human blood."

"But, do you mean I have to kill?"

"I'm afraid so, love. It's the vain of our existence."

"Oh." I muttered, almost inaudible even to myself. But I felt a squeeze on my right hand that told me that he had heard it.