Chapter 2

He was gone as quickly as he came. There one second and gone the next.

Now, I know you have questions. Some random chick tells you this and acts like it's all no big deal; you either have questions for me, or for the nice people at the mental hospital. If you have managed to keep up with the short version of my very complex life, you must be wondering about the venom.

Stephanie Meyers describes the venom as fire that pulses through your veins and slowly turns you into a vampire. The venom in my veins was warm, yes. Warm but not hot. I thought that maybe it was because Edward was new to our world, but it was because I am the slayer. The venom didn't work on me like it would on a regular human. However, I was too human for the venom to be thwarted completely and it did change me, it just made the change less painful for me. I was even feeling well enough to go out that night. What happened while I was out can only be described as fate.

My mom had been invited to a friend's house and I spent most of the evening talking to their roommate Tara. She asked me if I had read the new vampire series that had just come out and I said no, I hadn't, although a friend of mine had really liked them. She leant me her copies of Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse (remember that this happened about 3 and a half weeks prior to the release of Breaking Dawn.) I knew that I wouldn't read any of them, I had a warm pulsating in my neck and a vampire statue guy to take care of, but then again, it wasn't the first time that day I had been wrong.

That night I couldn't fall asleep. The heat was getting continually worse. I tried watching Sweeney Todd, the one distraction I could think of at the time (something I'm not in and where there are no vampires.) The movie didn't distract me at all; I could basically recite the whole thing as it was. I didn't know what to do. And then I eyed the pile of books. I picked up the first one. The reading was slow and agonizing. Usually I am a very fast reader, but with this vampire bite…. I was slowed down more than a little. I slept not at all, but still I only made it a little less than halfway through the book. The next day was both better and worse. The heat was slowly and steadily passing uncomfortable, but the sun made reading a little faster, and the book was getting good, so it was easier to keep my mind off the pain. I now knew that I had met Edward Cullen, the description of him was clear except for a few minor inaccuracies, and I had to know what happened. That's how I spent my first day of transformation.

Day 2 was my father's birthday. I managed to finish new moon even around dinner and a movie. That night was even worse, but I kept on reading.

Day 3 was the worst, and my Mom was getting seriously worried about me. I told her I was just feeling a little tired, that I hadn't slept well during the school year and now that it was summer it had all finally caught up with me. She was reluctant, but she bought it.

That night I slept long and hard for what was to be the last time for a while.

My room is black. There are matching curtains that my mom made for me that are black and velvet, and unless they are opened (which they never are) I don't get much sunlight.

When I woke up my vision was perfectly clear. My first assumption was that I had fallen asleep with my glasses on, but there they were next to my bedside table. I checked my clock, and the time seemed to glow a little brighter than it used to. 12:13. I was amazed I had slept in that long. I was really thirsty but I didn't want to face my parents just yet so I grabbed eclipse off my shelf. At about page 100 I decided I needed a drink, right then and there. When I got downstairs I checked the clock on the stove. 12:15. I knew my clock was a little fast but there was no way that I read a hundred pages in two minutes. Things like that don't just happen, except for when they happen to me. I began to piece it together. Somehow, Edward had gotten into our dimension, we had fought and he had won. He bit me, and then I spent the next three days in pain, and now I seemed to be traveling at super speed. There was only one thing I could think of that happened, and I didn't like it.

I am the vampire slayer, the fire avatar the warrior princess, I relive days, I read about myself in books or see myself on TV. I laugh at authors for inaccuracies made in their own dimensions, but this doesn't make any sense to me, Everyday, I deal with the weight of the worlds on my shoulder and the only reason I can handle the stress of it all, is because here, in my home dimension, I am just the vampire slayer. If I stay out of the other dimensions, I can postpone dealing with the problems until I can fit it in. People. Bloodsuckers cannot just walk into my dimension and change the way that works forever. He couldn't just turn me into a- but I couldn't bring myself to finish the thought. I knew the word that my brain was looking for was sire, but I couldn't believe that after all I do for the universe, that it would pull something like this on me.

If people, any people found out what I am, what I do, they would put me in an insane asylum. I devote every school day of my life pretending to be normal, pretending to be like them. The though of me being, one of them, a vampire, a cold one, it just didn't work. I would stick out so much. The cold white hard skin, the eyes, the sun, I wouldn't be able to go outside for recess or anything. Everyone at my school had read the books; they would know what I was. Sure, it was raining today, but I live in Ohio, it won't always be raining. I cannot be the vampire slayer, and a vampire, that would be so cold. I could not be one of the things that I was designed to kill.

There was only one thing I could do and I walked silently to the bathroom mirror, bracing myself and then, I looked up. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.