I walked out of the corridor and into the open air as I was on the top floor of the boat in the Atlantic Ocean. We were on one of the cargo ships from England to New York, and since we were in the middle of a war our ship was protected because of the ship being used by the British Army. Wendy paid the captain a good sum of money to have us travel with them, better for us to get there sooner than after the war.

We were a couple of hours away from port and I leaned against the pole of the boat, feeling the cool air against my face and the scent of the sea was going though my system. Wendy made sure I was well fed before we went on the boat, but as soon as we could reach the shore I would have to feed once more. It was hard to be surrounded by plenty of male humans, who would give me unique looks as I passed them going to the top deck or my room. I would always wonder why they looked at me in that fashion. Wendy told me our beauty was to draw in our prey, to have them fall for us and we in return kill them. It made me think of my beauty as a curse, nothing more.

I also couldn't touch anyone at all, not for a long moment of time. All because of my ability that I received after changing. I had Power Mimicry, meaning I can absorb and copy another vampire's powers from a simple touch. But when it comes to humans, I can absorb their energy and have them fall unconscious after touching them for only a minute or two. It wasn't that I wanted to touch a human, for if I did I would kill them in a instant. But it was hard to think that if I ever did, I could kill them. The last thing I wanted to do was kill, yet I was burdened with that very action.

"We will reach New York in a few hours, then we will run by foot to Hoquiam in Washington." Wendy explained to me and I nodded my head, keeping my eyes on the sea and moving the hair away from my eyes. We were silent for a moment or two, not wanting to ruin the peaceful moment. I then looked over at Wendy, seeing her looking out at the sea as well.

"What are the Cullens like, Wendy?" I asked her in wonder, seeing her look over at me, her yellow eyes were contrasting against her granite-like skin and a small smile was on her lips as I could tell she was thinking about the family.

"They are very much a fine coven of vampires, sophisticated and very refined. I have never encountered a coven their size before, since there is only five of them." I raised a eyebrow when she said five. That was a high number of vampires to be roaming together.

"Carlisle is a wonderful man, very kind and compassionate. I had the honor of meeting him and becoming a friend with him but the rest of his family I have not met yet. He was written to me throughout the years, when he met his wife Esme, and how Edward, Rosalie and Emmett came into his coven. It will be interesting to meet the whole coven."

"Do you think they'll like me?" I asked her aloud with wonder, seeing her look over at me and a small smile was on her delicate lips. A bell tone laugh escaped from her lips, having me feeling a better about the situation.

"I have told Carlisle about you, ever since I changed you I went to him for questions and information about newborns. But as we wrote back and forth about you, I told him more about you personally. He sounded very excited to meet you over the phone." Wendy explained to me as I thought about him. What would he look like? Handsome of course, but in what way? I also thought of his family, how all of them could call each other family and live in peace. The vampires I have encountered with Wendy were either alone or with their mate. That had me think of another subject.

Seeing vampires with their mates made me wonder if vampires were meant to have mates. I mean, the ones I have encountered and met with Wendy were so in love with each other, making human love look so pale and unconvincing. I wanted to have that with someone, though it sounded selfish. I wanted Wendy to have that with someone, she deserved to have love in her life. Whenever I thought of love, I wanted to experience it for myself. Wendy told me a vampire could wait for decades, even centuries to find their soul mate. Should I decided I had to wait.

I had to.

We ran through the country near the Canadian Border, better to run than to take a car or train. Wendy knew how to get through without any detection from either human nor vampire. Being in America was rather splendid, though most of the time we were running and hunting when we needed to get blood and strength back. There was so much to look at, the mountain ranges and the colorful trees that showed the majesty of Autumn. We then finally reached Washington after a day in a half of running and hunting combined. After carefully searching through the forest, Wendy and I stopped in the middle, deep within the trees and moist soil under our feet. I could tell something was wrong, and so could Wendy. I breathed in the air, inhaling the smell of pine, the moist soil and the ocean near by. But something else was in the air, and something was close.

"We're not alone." she said to me in a low tone. I looked around slowly, not wanting to be too obvious about what was going on around me. But as I turned to the right, a scent invaded my nostrils, it was sweet. Very sweet: blood.

"Animal blood." I said in a low tone. Why was it out in the open like that? I could smell the blood as if it was right in front of me. I followed the scent, having me steer right and walk a bit until I looked down to see the source of the enticing scent. There was a bear, dead and on its side as I saw the throat already trashed open and blood still on it's neck. He was drained pretty clean. I crouched down and tilted my head to side, observing how the marks on its neck was quite obvious: vampire.

"Stay alert." Wendy said to me a low tone as I looked back at her. She crouched down low, her hands in front of her as if she was waiting for something to fly in front of her. I stayed low too, hovering for the dead bear as I listened to the surroundings. I heard the pines move above me, swaying with the cool wind that was also a lovely sound to hear. But something was odd, very odd. Something behind me, high in the tree, was against the trunk of the tree. THen it left, I whirled around to see what was that noise. Within seconds I was slammed into the floor and on top of me was a young vampire boy.

He was perched over my flattened body tot he ground, as if he was a cat. His hair was jet black, and his almond shaped eyes were a golden shade of yellow. His face, though it should confusion, was quite handsome. Very smooth granite skin with no flaws that I could see. He seemed very lean and muscular from where I was on the ground, sporting a pair of black slacks with black suspenders and a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

I was frozen in my spot, too entranced by his feature when Wendy ran over within seconds and wrapped a arm around his neck from behind. She pulled him back in a jolt, having him fall off of me and I sat up, still on the ground. Wendy had him in a death grip as she looked at with him death in her eyes.

"Who are you?" She asked him in venom in her tone of voice. The boy looked petrified. But he wasn't looking at her with fear in his eyes, he was looking at me. I could see in his eyes he was genuinely scared for his immortal life. That looks of fear made me want to hug him, yet I hardly knew him. I could tell he was trying to find his voice, and once he found it, his voice was so clear and so beautiful it broke my heart.

"I'm Sam Chang."