Ugh. I thought that day, trying to see through the thick fog. I was driving right next to the guard rail, trying to use it for a guide, because I was too chicken to use the yellow line. That was a very, very bad decision on my part. But, on the other hand it also helped me in so many different ways. I had forgotten that the rail wasn't there up ahead and I mistakenly took a left when I really, really should've taken a right. I was twenty-one, standing at five-five and one-hundred and fifteen pounds. It was January 21, 2008. Three days before my name was to be changed from Meghan Rose Way to Meghan Rose Jackson. I was supposed to marry Nathaniel Jackson. But, back to what I was saying before. I was driving in the mountains, and there was a really bad storm going on. I drove off the side, once I realized this, I screamed and screamed. It went black. I'm think I passed out, or maybe I hit the ground. When I woke up I was I in an unfamiliar room, with an unfamiliar face above me. It was a boy, and he was insanely beautiful…young man.
"Charlotte, come here." He muttered, still looking at me. I felt light headed, almost like I was ready to pass out again.
"Oh, is she awake?" I faintly-oh, so faintly- heard another voice that sounded like chimes, call.
"Yes." The man looked at me.
"Who…who are you?" I croaked. The man smiled, and I froze, stunned by how…alluring it was.
"Hello, I'm Peter and this is my wife, Charlotte." He gestured to an equally beautiful woman that had appeared out of no where.
"Where…" I couldn't finish. Peter and Charlotte looked at each other. Peter looked back at me.
"Um…"
"Meghan." I coughed, assuming that was what he wanted to know.
"Meghan, I'm sorry." He leaned down and…bit me? Then my neck was on fire. I screamed. The fire was spreading throughout my body, expect for my lower half, which I couldn't feel. I managed to look at them. Charlotte smiled sadly at me.
"You were about to die Meghan, it was the only way." She said. I spit out
"What happ…" I was cut off when the fire started to make its way down to my waist.
"You drove off the side of a mountain. We found you. It was the only way." She repeated. I couldn't respond. I could feel the fire everywhere. After what seemed like eternity, I could finally think somewhat clearly. I tried to remember what had happened when I went off the cliff -how ever long ago that was- I remembered screaming, then lots of pain, although I would've taken that a billion times if it had stopped this from happening, this hell. And I remember hearing metal groaning and moving away, as if something, or someone, was trying to bend it into a new shape or form, and I remembered voices, that, now that I was thinking about it, were Peter and Charlottes.
"What are we going to be Peter?" She had asked.
"We'll change her." He replied.
"Change her?! But, we can't possibly…" She trailed off, then I heard more metal moving.
"What else can we do Charlotte? Leave her here? I mean look!" I felt my hand move.
"Oh…" She breathed.
"We can't Charlotte. We'll raise her, and she can stay with us." Peter's voice held a tone of finality to it.
"Okay. But you carry her home, I'm getting thirsty."
"Okay." I felt arms, extremely cool arms at that lift me up and wind rushing past me. Then, well, you know the rest. So here I was, being burned alive, in some strangers' house, not knowing what was going on. I don't know how much later it was, but I sighed in relief when I felt the fire starting to retreat, slowly, from the farther points of my body. But my heart! If I had thought that before was bad, well, yeah, it was, but this was so much worse! Then, as the fire finally went out, everything stopped-including my heart. I didn't breathe, I just laid there. Then I opened my eyes.
That's strange… I thought. Heaven looks just like—
"Meghan?" Peter's voice filtered through my head. I sat up.
"What just happened?"
"Meghan, you're a vampire now." He said matter-of-factly. I laughed, then froze when the sound of my laughter and my voice, sounded. I now sounded like Charlotte! I stood up, and looked around. Suddenly I felt relief coming from Peter and happiness from Charlotte
"Okay…" I think I understood. The next thing that registered was how thirsty I felt. "Oh!" I gasped. They smiled.
"Come on Meghan, we'll show you how to hunt." They walked out, me right behind them.
"Hunting?" I asked.
"Humans." They both said. I stopped. They turned and looked at me.
"What is it?" Charlotte asked.
"No. I'm not going to 'hunt' humans." I didn't know what they meant by that but I was pretty sure it involved killing.
"Okay…" They exchanged glances. "
"Meghan, do not go anywhere near humans, okay?" Peter said sternly.
"Okay." I understood enough to see that they were setting me loose. "Thank you, for saving me, I mean." I said, smiling. Charlotte hugged me and Peter patted me on the back
"Go to Washington, on the peninsula. You'll find some friends of ours there." I nodded and Peter and Charlotte were gone.