Author's Note: This is a preview of the first chapter of the rewrite of "A Forgotten Life". Yes, I'm rewriting the whole thing, might take me awhile to write it all because of other story commitments and school and the whole length of this fic, cos not only am I rewriting it all, I'm adding stuff, giving it more detail and depth and so on.
So anyway, I hope all of you that have remain faithful to this fic, will enjoy the rewrite.

Also anyone have any suggestions for a New Title for this fic? I'm kinda stuck for one, I was thinking of calling it "Army of the Ankh" but I'm not so sure. So any ideas from what you've read of "A Forgotten Life" and of this chapter any ideas for a title.

Chapter 1

The Reflection of Loneliness

The mirror stared coldly back at me with the mocking reflection of my forever eighteen year old face.

I reached out and touched its surface gently with my pale, stone fingers, tracing out my facial features that I knew all too well and made me wonder why I even bothered looking at a mirror at all.

I knew before I looked what I was going to see. But I kept on looking in the vein hope that maybe, somehow, my reflection had changed in someway from this glance to the next.

But so far that vain hope continued to be exactly that, a vain hope.

And since my reflection remains the same, with no changes at all; my features now hold little interest to me, only the hope of changes keeps me looking.

Every morning, I look for a moment before I look away, to face another day of boredom and loneliness.

Boredom from being forced to relive the same sort of mundane days over and over again, year after year.

Loneliness at not being able to get close to anyone without the fear of hurting them in someway or for them to somehow find out my sad and dangerous secret.

A great sadness also follows these two feelings also.

The sadness came from the fact that I have had to learn the hard way that certain things about me make me different from all the other human beings on this Earth.

I was a human, once; but I am one no longer.

How I became what I am now is as much a mystery to me then as it still is to me now.

The one who made me what I now am is also a mystery.

I have no memory of this person or thing; I have no memories of anything prior to my change over.

I was born in the moment I re-awoke, staring up into sad black eyes filled with tears of sadness, anger and regret.

They also held disgust.

I do know my name though. I was told that much.

I was, however not inform of my last name in the fear that I may hunt down the remaining members of my family.

I do not judge those who found me when I re-awoke too harshly for their secrecy of my once family and friends. They were trying to protect my family and protect me too, I suppose. Or, they were trying to protect the old me. The human me that is.

Not me, the evil creature that murdered the girl they once knew. The girl they were still trying to protect, protect their memories of her.

Not me.

I was a monster, a danger to them all, who could kill anyone of them or their families with one bite.

I lightly touched the leather bracelet around my left wrist.

I traced out the worn craved pattern into the leather, feeling the warmth and comfort of its presences there, feeling the warm memories that it held that were just beyond my grasps.

My fingers played with my dark brown hair, trying to decide what to do with it.

It was my first day at a new school, after all.

I wanted to make an impression on the kids there and to then fade into the background, to just pass by another high school again, to watch and observe and to not take part of anything within its walls before going back out into the big, wide wonderful world to do odd jobs for those who required my particular gifts.

I gave up trying to do anything elaborate with my hair, it took too much effort, like putting on makeup. It was a pain to put on as much as it was taking it off.

I settled for just leaving it out, with a headband to hold back my fringe and gave my finger nails an uneven clipping with my teeth.

I'm seventy-four years old, with the looks of an eighteen year old nobody and I still get butterflies at the idea of meeting a whole group of new people. It really is pathetic.

It wasn't just the idea of once again going through the hassle of starting all over again at a new school.

This town that I have just moved to also made me nervous and a little ill.

Deep down inside of me something, a long forgotten part of me recognizes this place. The school, the forest, the darkness of the overcast clouds, the lack of sunshine and the rain, all of this make a part of me weep.

I hate rain, its cold and wet and it means, usually no sun, though in this place there never ever seems to be any Sun even without rain helping to block it out.

I don't understand how this place could pull such deep chords within me.

It's just a town!

A town I would never willingly visit under any other circumstances then the ones I am forced into now. The circumstances that mean I need a place to hide out for a couple of years.

Just a town called Forks

Forks?

What's so special about Forks?

Ok, apart from the fact that Forks happens to have the most rainfall in America.

Nothing special, but the rain and the name of this place were making me want to do what I always did when I felt trouble a brew and that was to run.

To run as fast and as far as I could away from the danger that was threatening me.

But even as I took the first necessary steps to bolting and leaving this miserable, rainy place, something inside of me, the same deep something that recognize this place, stopped me.

A deep part of me didn't want to leave, it wanted to stay. It also wanted to cry. A lot!

As if its heart, my silent cold, dead heart, was breaking.

Even though I know that my heart was by far not broken and hardly moving, I still reached up and touch the spot where it was located to make sure that it was still silent.

It was as silent as ever, but it still ached with locked away memories of times long gone.

Hand still clasped over where my heart lay, I looked back at the mirror attached to the in-built closet of the new little bedroom in the new little apartment that would mine for the next couple of years.

My reflection was the same; same strange gold mixed with silver eyes peering back at me from within a pale face, framed by long dark brown locks. The fringe was long and needed a cut like the rest of the brown tress that fell down, passed my waist. But I like my hair.

I like its length; it is like a curtain that I can pull around me when the outside world tries to invade my quiet spot of eternity.

Eternity alone.

I cringed at the thought and turn once more away from the mirror and left the bedroom going over the 'New School' checklist in my head, hoping that by doing this I would hunt away any more unpleasant thoughts.

School bag? … Check.

New books? … Check.

Fed recently? … Check. Not that it really matters whether I have fed recently or not. It is not like I'm going to attack one of the kids.

The sight of human blood revolts me and the smell of it makes me feel nauseous, which considering what I am and what my main diet is, really makes you wonder how my mystery creator screwed up with me. Maybe that was why they left me, because they quickly realised what a crappy Vampire I was going to turn out to be.

Its not like I don't know I'm different from others of my kind, I know I am.

They tell me often enough when I bump into a coven or just a rogue. They find me odd, an un-natural freak among supernatural freaks. They find me creepy and I find them off putting, so we keep away from each other as much as possible which suits us all just fine until a job is wanted to be done and then I hang around for a time.

But once I have completed my task, I'm gone like the wind and hiding from my ex-employers, who want to use my talents more, in human communities, for I unlike them, I can walk in Sunshine without fear of being discovered.

See not your normal vampire at all. I have other things about me that make me unusual, but they won't matter here.

This town is quiet and isolated from most of the vampire covens. There had been a coven here a little over fifty-six years ago but they have long gone, so I was free to be, well, weird old me, without worrying about the likes of those who think their better than me just because their in the norm of what they are.

I glanced at my watch and saw it was time to make a move. I didn't want to be late for my first day, did I?

I pulled a face at the idea of school again.

I don't have to go to school; one part of my brain told the other half. Which is true, I don't. But going to school for the next three years gives me something to occupy myself with, to let me make up for the human life I don't remember.

The kitchen's tiny mirror has my face staring back at me and with a frustrated sigh; I wrenched the apartment door open, stepped outside and slammed it shut again.

I heard a faint tinkling sound of something glass breaking on tiles and knew that the kitchen's little mirror had fallen from the top of the counter to its doom on to the kitchen floor.

Oh well, one less mirror to remind me that I hadn't changed in the last fifty-six years.

Author's Note: So that was the first chapter of the rewrite, I'll probably start reposting this when I've finished the second chapter which will be soon. I hope you all will as loyal to this as you were to "A Forgotton Life".

Thanks for reading