Time is measured in a multitude of ways. Humans sleep because they need that time to work out what the day before has brought them. Vampires tend to use the time for their own hobbies, working on them while the humans rest. But where did I fit in?

As the fire spread through me, I started thinking about so many things. Not much of it made sense when it started. It was mainly images, at first; things and people that I recognized, but couldn't place…smells…tastes…feelings… After a while was when the jumbled images left, returning with something more ascertainable.

The first clear memory that I had… I was lying in my crib, staring up at the mobile that was above my head, but too far for my tiny body to reach. I was maybe a couple of months old. The mobile, while littered with many objects that didn't quite make sense to me, played a beautiful song that I wanted to hear. I began to cry and continued to do so for several minutes, but nobody came. I pouted, jutting out my chin, wondering how I could make it move when, all of a sudden, it began to move. I clapped gleefully while I listened, soon falling asleep to the peaceful sound.

Memories like that began to flutter my mind, culminating in quite a show of what I could do, human and supernatural, throughout my entire life. I had very few friends until I moved back to Forks, but that was only because I couldn't show any powers that I had no idea I had. Part of that was why I was so drawn into the supernatural world. I was destined for it. No matter what, that couldn't be taken away from me. That's who I was and who I'd always be, and I accepted it, now, whole-heartedly.

When the pain began to ease, a couple of images came to me. Not of my past or present, but of my future. I was standing in a beautiful garden with my amazing mate by my side. We were staring at one another as we sat on a bench, holding onto each other with everything we had. We were…at peace, very calm and so in love and happy. Suddenly, the sound of joyful laughter broke us out of our reverence for the other, and we both turned to see two girls darting in our direction. My mate and I each picked up one of the identical girls, holding them close to our stilled hearts while their own rang out in glee. They had the same features as I had as a child, both with bright crimson eyes and a slight blush to their cheeks. Unfortunately, they had one trait from their father, but I could live with that…their hair was beautiful, falling down their backs in a swirl of bronze-colored curls. They smiled, showing little fangs that poked out from their canine teeth. The last thought I had before it all swirled away was that we were all so happy, and everything else seemed so perfect. That was the future that I intended to fight for.

Soon, the black fog lifted from my mind. While everything was hazy, at first, I began to feel every sense of mine returning to me, starting from my toes, up. I began to flex each muscle as it became pliable, working all the way to my hands, arms, and then to my face. As my hearing returned, I could hear everyone gasp as I began to move my hands from the position they were in, feeling a warm hand clasped tightly, still, in my right. My lip twitched into a small smile, and I heart relief flooding from her as she released a deep breath. Once I was sure that all was well, I slowly sat up, opening my eyes…

Very short chapter, I know, but I wanted to break it up into parts, so I can post more than one chapter today. More or less, this was a filler chapter, but it was well needed. I also saw how much everyone likes my story, and I have to say that I'm very pleased and also rather surprised. This story was just a thought that I had, and I had no idea how original it was. That pushed me, immensely, into wanting to write this story, and I'm going with it, coming up with plans along the way.

So I hope that everyone enjoyed this, and the next chapter shall be up later on today.

Thanks again!

Missy