Chapter 1

I'm not sure exactly when I figured out I was in love with Edward Cullen. It happened after I read the books, which was about 5 hours after I met him, an until tonight I would have sworn that he loved me too.

Before I go much further, I think it would be best that I introduce myself; otherwise this whole thing might not make much sense. My name Katrina is but you might know me by another name, or rather by a different personality. You see, every show you watch, every book you read, every movie you see, even every song that you listen to, is a different dimension that exists in a world parallel to our own. There are about 100 people on our planet that can see into those other dimensions. You guessed it; I'm one of them. But beyond that, there are about 20 of us, maybe less, that have to keep our world in contact with the other dimensions, and yes, I am one of the 20. The part that sucks is how we have to do that.

We tie to people, characters as you would call them, and it works different for every dimension. Sometimes we just take on similarities, qualities from the person, but sometimes we replace that character completely. So you might know me as any number of people from a variety of shows that you might watch.

I am Buffy the vampire slayer, Xena warrior princess, Meredith Grey, Blood Rayne, Tru Davis, a couple different Alice's; I think I might even be a charmed one.

The one I'm sure you will all know, especially if you're reading this, is Bella Swan.

So that is my curse. Every time I read a book or watch a movie or show, I risk tying to some one else. That sucks even more when you take into consideration my favorite genre is horror. The thing is, I tied to this dimension before I read the books. A friend of mine, she doesn't tie to people but she can see other dimensions, she read eclipse, and she tied to the dimension, pulling out Jacob Black. With the portal to that dimension opened, I tied to Bella.

Can you imagine my surprise when I met Edward Cullen? I was one of the few people in Ohio that hadn't yet read the books. I was on patrol (I am still the vampire slayer) and even though it was still day, it had begun to storm. It was then that he found me. I knew that he wasn't from this world, anyone could tell that by how shockingly beautiful he is, but I had no idea where he was from. I knew he was a vampire, as the slayer I could sense it but yet, he was different. It wasn't until his fangs touched my neck that I knew just how different he was.

He never told me his name, but just by observing him I knew a lot more than he could have imagined possible. He was stronger and faster than any other vampire from our world. The speed was by far the most impressive thing. As a general rule vampires are fast, but not like this. This was something else. My slayer abilities made me almost comparable to him, but nowhere near close enough for me to win the fight. He too seemed surprised by just how good I was doing, but not surprised enough to stop him from going in for the kill. I was sure that's what he was doing, after all, what vampire would not relish in killing the slayer? That's when it happened. AS his fangs touched my neck, the sun emerged from behind the clouds, just a little, It shown down upon him. I was sure at that moment I had one, He would flee when the sun burned his skin, but when I looked at him to confirm my victory, I was shocked. Unlike the vampires I deal with, the sun didn't burn him. I made him more beautiful by far. It sparkled off of him like I would have the snow and it was so gorgeous that I would have lost what was about to be my last breath for sure. His marbled fangs were searing hot as they punctured the skin of my neck, even though his skin was icy as he pulled me toward him.

I knew in that moment that it was over. My life had ended, I was dead, and this wasn't like last year when I had drowned, there would be no bringing me back from this. But he didn't kill me, didn't thirst for my blood the way I imagined he would. He just bit me. As he pulled away I saw the agony in his golden eyes. He looked pained and truly sorry, like he was choosing between the lesser of two evils. Then a look of realization dawned across his face, he had just done something that was really unforgivable, but it was too late. My blood already rested on his pale stone lips.

I remember it was raining the day that it happened and just a sliver of the setting sun had caught on his pale skin. The rain had made his hair a few shades darker then I would come to know it as, but it is the last clear memory I have before discovering the eighth color. He scooped me up in his arms and I had no power to reject, the spot where he had bit me was uncomfortably warm. I had no idea where he was taking me until we reached the mystery location and he set me down on the damp grass of what I realized to be my own front yard. He looked down at me with that same pained expression on his face. He bent down; leaning over closer to my ear where he whispered the first two words I would ever hear him say.

"I'm Sorry."