Prologue

I stared down at my hands, once perfectly cold. Like marble, now warm and sticky. Covered with the blood that knotted thickly in my silky hair and spilled all over the marble floor. I could still taste the sweetness on the tip of my tongue and the scent laced the air thickly, so much that I could not focus. I was still in a crouching position facing the destruction I caused just minutes ago. The quaking mass of flesh and blood was curled away from me, whining... wailing. My eyes were repulsed by the sight before me; my body drew me to it. Led me to the divine tastes I had just encountered.

"Bella..... love?" For once the velvety, soft voice that so often calmed me... startled me. I jumped 30ft to the back of the hall in less than a second and hissed and the perfect man in front of me. As a beautiful rock hard hand reached towards my shoulder I recoiled, and ran. I ran and ran faster than I thought was possible until everything was a blur.