What can one say when they are asked about true love? Should one recite a poem and cry to the wind that you have finally found the person you are meant to be with? Or should you prove yourself and leave everything you know behind for them? I have nothing if not time to think about these things. I ponder the beginning and end of the word. What is love to me?

I guess you could say that I have grown bitter and as I write this, I realize it to be true. I have been alone for too long, reminiscing on a love that will never see the light of day again. How depressing my story is, I often think that there is no point in writing all of this down, but then again, it is the only thing that keeps me sane.

I feel the hysteria creeping in every now and then. It's like a sickness that won't leave, always in the background; threatening to consume me. Carlisle says that I should give it time, that I will grow to love this life. It's been more than a hundred years; suffice it to say that I have all but given up on that ever happening.

For now I wait, I'm always waiting for her.

It's been 30 years since I ventured into the Amazonian jungle looking for a creature that everyone thought of as a legend. Blind faith guiding me, I had never been more hopeful for anything since my rebirth. Carlisle had no idea; he would have never allowed it.

I had been in the jungle for four days before I found it, in the form of a woman. Kneeling by a stream, I instantly recognized it by the feeling that coursed through my body like ice in my veins. She seemed to be glowing, a green mist all around her. I had read the stories, having stumbled on a book of ancient South American legends that told of a creature that could grant any wish, no matter how vast. I had felt the hope spring in me again, from that moment on, finding the creature had become my obsession.

She stood up and turned to me, stunningly beautiful with long black hair and caramel skin. She smiled, showing rows of white pointed teeth. Her eyes, a crystal blue, almost unsettling in their intensity. If the book was right, she was thousands of years old. I wondered if she had chosen this form for my benefit, her true being was said to be a giant lizard, resembling a dragon.

"I knew you would come." Her voice sweet and with a hint of an accent, something told me that she had altered her voice to match her appearance. I looked at her for a moment longer. "Then you know why I'm here."

She laughed the sound echoing into the trees. "Indeed, you seem to think that miracles are real."

She slowly walked closer to me, her mangled clothes surprisingly clean for the place she inhabited. Standing almost nose to nose she finally whispered "You know that what you ask is no easy feat, everything comes at a price."

"I am prepared to sacrifice; I can't go on any longer, specially if I know now that I can do something about it."

She stepped back, her face pensive, "I will grant you this favor, it has been a while since I have had something this exciting happen, no one prays to me anymore." She looked angry for a moment, but turned to me and smiled brightly, her teeth making it look more like a threat than a gesture of happiness.

"Come." She commanded and I followed her past twisting vines and enormous trees. I couldn't believe that I was so close to getting what I had dreamed of for so long. We stopped by a cave; night had already fallen, making the atmosphere more ominous. I had no fear, whatever happened it didn't matter, my whole life was riding on this moment.

We didn't go far, immediately after entering she sat down, a fire already burning in the middle of the rock floor. There were no furnishing, everything was bare. Sitting down across from her, she stared at me, "you do not fear the fire?"

"No, it can't do me more harm than it already has."

She nodded, "for this to work, you must speak your wish into the flames. You said you are willing to sacrifice anything, when this wish comes to fruition, when you finally have everything you've wanted I will require something from you."

I nodded, I knew and did not care what it was as long as I had what I wanted, and I knew asking about it would bring no answers as to what it was.

"Speak your wish vampire."

And so I did.