I can hardly remember anything from my old life now, perhaps that's a good thing. Family, friends, loved ones, they're all just blurred faces when I think about them, part of a past that doesn't seem like my own.
Perhaps I should start with an explanation. My name is Tessarae, my friends call me Tess. At least, they would if I had friends. Being a vampire doesn't exactly give you a whole lot of choices in the friends department.
You're probably wondering how I became a vampire in the first place. I got turned on my 19th birthday. My brother and I thought that it would be a good idea to go into some woods that were by our house. A lot of people said that the woods were haunted, that people who went in their never came out. My brother and I had always thought that it was idiots who had gone in and gotten lost. But we wouldn't get lost. That's what we told ourselves anyway. The woods were haunted alright, but not with ghosts or spirits, but by a vampire.
One of the few things I can remember is that vampire. The monster responsible for killing my brother, and for almost killing me. To this day I remember what it looked like. Long hair that was as golden as the sun. Dark red eyes that seemed to stare into your very soul. Skin as white as the snow on the ground.
Children shouldn't be out here, it had said to us, said that it was easy to get lost. My brother, ever the loudmouth, told it that we weren't idiots like the rest. The smile that thing gave, it was enough to chill you to the bone. He told us that was a good thing, that the smart ones always tasted the best.
It attacked my brother first. For a moment, I couldn't move, couldn't even shout for help. But my brother's scream...somehow they spurred me into action, not that it would help him any. I took off like a coward and ran. I didn't know where I was going, I just knew that I had to get away from thatthing. I had never believed in the supernatural, I had always thought that it was stuff that made for good movies, likeThe Lost Boys, but I had never believed in any of it. My mistake.
I wasn't a very fast runner to begin with, so it took no time at all for it to catch up to me. When its teeth sank into my neck, I felt like fire was spreading all through my body. It was a pain that I had never felt before, and one that I hope I never have to feel again. Although looking back, I thought that I wouldn't make it out of the woods to feelanythingagain. I could feel my body going limp, my vision was getting blurry, but then it suddenly dropped me. I heard what sound like a roar, then sounds of a fight, bones breaking.
I could feel someone pick me up, and I fought against them as much as I could in my weakened state. A soft voice told me that I was safe.
"My brother." I had whispered. "Please help my brother."
The voice told me that my brother couldn't be saved, and I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces. Had I been any stronger I would have screamed, but in the moment the only thing I could do was let out a quiet whimper, and I felt the arms holding me tightening their grip.
"You're safe now." The voice said. "We're going to take care of you."
When my vision cleared, I could see that it was a man holding me, with pale blonde hair and auburn eyes.
I thought the pain had been bad when the vampire had bitten my neck, but the transition...I don't remember much of it, but I remember it hurting like hell. I remember writhing in that man's arms. He had to put me on the ground, hold me down until I passed out.
I was unconscious for three days. When I awoke, I was in a house I didn't recognize, with people that were complete strangers to me.
The man that saved me introduced himself as Carlisle Cullen. When he told me that I had been bitten by a vampire, I didn't want to believe it at first, I wanted to believe that it was just some psycho with a blood fetish or something. But I could feel the fangs in my mouth. When I went into the bathroom, I couldn't see myself in the mirror. I knew then that it was true, and I felt like passing out again.
Carlisle told me again that my brother had been killed, but so had the vampire that killed him. For that I was grateful. Carlisle told me about his family, about how they didn't drink human blood, and he could teach me to do the same.
His family didn't even stop to think about letting me into the family. They welcomed me with open arms. I learned how to stay satiated with animal blood, learned to get used to my increased senses, get used to my speed, my strength.
We stayed secluded for a few years until Carlisle felt like I was ready to be around people, a few years being around 20 or so. It might seem like a lot to humans, but for a vampire the time went by just like that. I suppose that time flies when you literally have all of the time in the world.
Carlisle said that we were moving to a small town in Washington called Forks. Apparently they had gone there before, but it had been quite a few years since they returned. Carlisle thought it would be the best place for me and Jasper, another member of the family. Jasper was still learning to control his bloodlust himself, and Forks was small enough that Carlisle thought it would be a good place to start.
So, now you know my story. Or part of it anyway. Stick around, because you're going to be in for onehellof a ride.