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I always knew that I was different. I always knew, In the back of my mind that there was something not quite right about me. To be more specific, there was something seriously wrong with me. As a child, I had a rather…unusual persona. I didn’t enjoy things that most young girls would, Not that I was like most girls, or that I was young for any extended period of time. I missed out on an assortment different things as a child. I missed any activity that required me to be in any direct light. I hated the sun with every fiber of my being and if it were up to me, the world would be under a constant cover of clouds and rain. It wasn’t that I hated the heat. I actually didn’t mind it to much since my body stayed at a stable 105.5 degrees at all times. Ninety-nine degree weather was room temperature for my fiery body. The cold wasn’t bad either. Because my body was always so hot (and I lived in the infamous sunshine state) I never felt cold. But the temperature of the sun, or the heat of my sunny home was not the reason why I didn’t like being in the light. It wasn’t even half of the reason. The way I looked in the light was all but normal. My light caramel skin looked vague and translucent in the light. It looked as if I were suffering from a deadly skin cancer. I didn’t know why I looked the way I did, but I knew It wasn’t some kind of sickness. My doctor went as far as to tell my mom I was anemic. I knew exactly what anemia was. I knew that my body most definitely didn’t lack blood. I didn’t bleed. That was because I didn’t get hurt. I didn’t fall, or get cut, scraped, bumped, burned, or bruised. I wasn’t exactly a clumsy child. I never accidentally dropped anything or bumped into anyone. I was amazingly meticulous. I saw everything that happened around me, Only I saw it in slow motion. I could avoid a car speeding toward me at 200 miles an hour and dodge it if the opportunity presented itself. Before my mother, Brandi, died, she had told me, when I worried that I was some kind of freak “your just a little…advanced that’s all, Dawn.” I dismissed that idea the moment she proposed it. The phrase “a little advanced” was an incalculable understatement. I was beyond advanced. My name, Dawn, was given to me because of my sleeping habits. I woke up
every morning at dawn. My mother thought this to be unusual, so she named me Dawn. Not a very special name for every unordinary child. I grew fast. I could walk at 3 months old and talk at 4 months. I could read fluently at 7 months. By the time a normal baby would have been able to crawl, I had read every play Shakespeare had written. By the time I was a year old, I was the size of a third grader and as intellectual as a college professor. My mother didn’t have the chance to tell me exactly why I was so abnormal. She died of breast cancer when I was about 12 (or at least looked 12). For a long time, I hated my mother for leaving me alone to deal with my abnormalities. For putting off the explanation, time and time again, until it was too late. And for not telling the rest of my family what was wrong with me, either. My big sister, Sydney, who looked about my age now, but was actually 15 years older than me, didn’t understand why I was so different. She had to take care of me because we were the only ones left in our mangled and broken family. She didn’t understand why I knew everything she was thinking at all times. She only let it go and pretended I was normal. I loved her dearly for that. She didn’t know why I sometimes stared off into space, not knowing that I was searching the future. Hoping to see something that would make my existence more clear. She didn’t know why I only ate every 2 or so days. Not knowing that I didn’t even like food because it tasted bland to me. Not understanding that sometimes, I didn’t eat for several days at a time. She didn’t know why my skin was so strange and hot to the touch, or why my eyes changed from black to hazel to gold at regular intervals. What she was lucky of was that they never turned bright crimson. She didn’t understand why I could get from place to place in seconds versus hours or why I fell asleep at twilight every night and awoke at dawn every morning. She didn’t understand any of this. She didn’t understand why I wrinkled my nose when she walked too close to me. She didn’t know that she was inches away from death. She didn’t know that I thirsted for her human blood. So much so even that I contemplating ambushing my entire neighborhood in the night. She didn’t know why I was the way I was, and at the time, neither did I.
1. Burn after Reading
“Dawn, we’re about to leave, you sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Sydney was almost out the door. She was about to go on a romantic outing with her fiancée, David. He had proposed to her two months ago in April. “We’ll stay if you want us to.” She was staring at me now, her dark brown eyes filled with concern. David rocked back and forth impatiently in the door way. She really worries about that girl to much! She 17 years old, dammit, she can care for her self. The aggression toward me in David’s thoughts was amusing. He really didn’t like me, did he? I rolled my eyes playfully at him and turned toward my sister. “I’ll be fine Sid, go have fun.” I winked at her as my ringing soprano voice bounced around the room. I looked directly at my sister now. She recoiled a little at my piercing orangish- gray eyes. The one thing I liked about my abnormalities was the ability to persuade. I had never been told no before. No one ever dared refuse me what I wanted. As a younger me, It was because I was so cute. Now, It’s usually because I’m so intimidating. To look me directly in the eye must be bloodcurdling. Either way, I knew how to get my way. I jutted my bottom lip out into a perfect pout. “Okay, okay. You know the rules though- ” “Yeah, yeah. No boys, no parties, no fun. I get it sis. Thanks.” I grimaced at her now smug expression. She made up “boy rules” for a good reason. Teenage guys in my neighborhood seemed to want to be with me a little too much than was safe. My sister didn’t like the thought, and neither did I. The ways they pictured me in their mind was repulsing. It made me wish I couldn’t read minds anymore. I never read my sisters thoughts. It was much
too rude. I knew she would be pissed if I knew what she was thinking. David gave another huff. Sid elbowed him in the rib. Apparently, he wanted to be alone with her, so I decided to humor him tonight. “I promise not have any fun, okay?” I looked at my sister, her shoulder length brown-black hair hanging in a bang over her smooth brown forehead. My sister and I looked nothing alike. She was darker than I was. Her eyes didn’t change, they just stayed the same muddy-brown. She was tall, lanky and clumsy at times. The exact opposite of myself, the 4 foot 9 and a half, light-skinned curly haired beauty that so many people spoke of. I was unnaturally attractive. I hated it. “Alright, Dawn. I’ll see you later. Love You.” She blew me an imaginary kiss and flitted awkwardly out the door, David following behind. He me gave one last intent glare as if he were trying to decide if I were real or not and then left. “Your sister is kind of…never mind.” I heard him say to my sister. She looks like a god-damned angel sent from hell. You’d think she’d kill you with her smug little smile. Weird. His thoughts were so loud. It was like he was screaming them. I smiled at his strange view of me and turned to go shower. I had my own bathroom. My sister didn’t know exactly what was wrong with me, but she knew she should keep her distance. She willingly gave me the master bedroom in the small, two-bedroom house. We could have gotten bigger place. Our mother left us over half a million dollars to split between the two of us. Sydney decided that I should keep it for college. If I weren’t home schooled, I would be a junior in high school. We didn’t know where our mother got the money, but Sydney and I both knew nurses didn’t make that much. I shook my mothers dark, tired face from my head and turned toward the mirror. I stared at the exotic beauty in front of me. Her hazel eyes pierced mine. They had changed color again. They did this often, depending on her mood. Her pink, full lips pouted as though she was upset about something. She stared up at me from under her long lashes. Her curly black hair coiled in ringlets down to her back. She rubbed her feverish caramel face and turned away. I hated to think of the beauty as me. She was much too amazing. She just didn’t fit into the picture that was her family. Her dark mother and sister were exact replicas of one another. Same hair, same color, same eyes, same tall build. My mother said I was the color I was because my father had been
Caucasian. So, I was a bi-racial freak? It was believable. It would explain my physical characteristics. But unless my father was Clark Kent, it didn’t explain my other traits. Neither my sister, mother nor (father that I knew of) could do what I could. They were normal people. They slept when they were tired, the ate food when they were hungry, they didn’t read minds, or see the future. They were just normal human beings. I wasn’t. I wasn’t sure what I was, but it couldn’t have been human. The shower turned on in a hot steaming torrent of relief. I stood under the hot water, tilting my head down to look at my feet, letting my hair fall to its full length. It grazed the bottom of the tub now. I stopped cutting my hair a while back. It always grew back in two days anyway. I stood there, thinking about my genetic make up for about an hour, letting the water caress my stubborn, yet smooth skin. My skin gets so hot at times it smokes. Weird right? I knew the Punic Square would never be able to help me with conundrum of genetics. I finally decided I had indulged enough. I towel dried my hair, which coiled right back into the tight black ringlet’s the second they were exposed to oxygen. Then I headed into my bedroom, subconsciously. I was in the middle of an average vision. It was going to rain tomorrow. That’s good to know. My bedroom was my favorite place to be. It was my sanctuary, my heaven on earth. The one place where hiding wasn’t needed. My big circle bed sat in the center, The midnight blue canopy over head. My entire room was midnight blue and gold. They were my favorites colors. It was very dimly lit. To a normal person, it would seem to be too shaded. I could see perfectly though. I tied my hair up with my crimson ribbon that I always kept near me, then sat in the center of my bed. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything too productive, so I settled for reading. I was off my bed and to my book shelf in a mille-second. I moved so fast it was like not moving at all. I started to pick up my favorite Shakespearian play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, when I noticed something else. It was the book my sister had gotten me for my birthday last month. (My growing slowed when I looked about 15. So I had yearly birthdays). It was a red and black book with a picture of two, pale white hands holding a bright red apple. “Twilight.” I read the title aloud. I flipped the book over and read the back. Apparently, the girl was in love a guy named Edward. “Sounds boring enough.” I started to put it back when something else caught my attention.
..And I didn’t know how dominant that part may be. That thirsted for my blood. My heart skipped 20 beats in one second. Before I could process what was going on, I felt an incredible burn in my throat and a growl in my stomach. My mouth felt desiccated. The pain was unbearable. I dropped the book and ran to the kitchen at full speed, feet not touching the ground the entire way. I poured a huge glass of ice cold water and gulped it down without taking a breath. The searing pain in my throat relaxed for a second but still lingered in my subconscious. I didn’t understand what had just happened. It was like someone stuck a torch down my throat. I held my breath for about a minuet, which was easy for me, then inhaled deeply. The air tasted like sweet, warm metal. It made the burn kick into overdrive. I grasped my throat and darted back for my bedroom, holding my breath the entire way. I slammed my door and locked it as if I were being pursued by a deadly monster. Why had this happened? What was it in the air that could have possibly triggered this reaction? What was it about that book that had set the burn off like an alarm? I stared at the book on my floor for a moment. At that moment I started getting flashes and glimpses of faces in my head. Beautiful, angelic, god-like, pale faced, golden eyed creatures. I gasped as the vision grew stronger, only focusing on one face. This face was the most beautiful of them all. The young man looked about my age, maybe a little older. His pale white skin sparkled slightly in the light. His golden eyes stared back at me, shaded by his long black lashes. He had the most perfect brown-black hair. Short and smooth on his head. His perfect pink lips turned up into a breathtaking smile, exposing a row of shiny, white teeth. My heart raced at such a high speed now that it sounded like a single buzz. I blinked, completely dazed. Before I could make out any more of his features, my vision receded so quickly, it forced me back. I blinked, trying to find it again, but it was gone. “Dammit!” I yelled, my voices echoed like bells around me. Who were they? Who was he? Was he possibly in my future? My future does change though, but the only time I have visions that vivid is when they are guaranteed and very important. “What in the world was that supposed to mean?” I asked myself, frustrated. I knew immediately where to find the answer to my question. Out of pure impulse I bent over and grabbed the book, throwing myself onto the bed in the process. I opened the book to the preface, took a deep breath and started to read; I had never given much thought to how I
would die. But dying in the place of someone I loved, seemed liked a pretty good way to go…
It only took me a little over an hour to finish the 280 page book. I read at an inhuman pace, and after reading that book, I think I knew why. I had been so keen on finding out more and more information that when I finished the last page, I was upset. It had been so…intriguing. So bizarrely precise. Nearly everything about the… vampires were similar to myself. They only thing that made me doubt that we were not the same, was the fact that I ate food, I had a heartbeat, I sweated, I cried, I slept, and my skin wasn’t cold to the touch. Everything else, like my strange extra abilities, my speed, my incredible hearing and eyesight, all matched up. Up until now, the only real reason why this would be impossible, was that I didn’t drink blood, nor have I ever wanted to. That was definitely not the case now. About half way through the book it dawned on me. The smell of sweet, warm metal in the kitchen wasn’t in my head. I wasn’t imagining it. I was just realizing it for the first time. That all too alluring scent, was the smell of human blood. My sister’s blood. The thought of ever hurting my sister was physically painful. But that pain was no match for the dry burn I felt in my throat, the imminent desire to quench the horrendous thirst. I wanted so badly now to go into the kitchen and indulge in the fragrance, but I held myself there, not moving. I probed the future, searching for a possible lapse in my control. I wish I hadn’t done that. I winced at the picture before me. Standing there grinning so widely hat her shinny white teeth glinted like pearls, was the caramel-skinned beauty. Only this time, she wasn’t beautiful at all. Her eyes were a bright crimson. It turned my stomach just to look into them, but her eyes weren’t the most shocking. It was the mangled broken body she held in her arms. The empty expression on the face of a person I knew and loved. That evil fiend had killed my sister! “NO!” The word had escaped me before I could stop it. I could feel the scorching tears rolling in torrents down my hot cheeks. “You won’t kill her! No!” I was trying to convince the part of me that had to be vampire. My human side was losing big time. The monster within me thrashed and strived to get out of me, to make it to the surface. I wasn’t going to kill my sister. She was the only family I had. I needed her. I thought of her now. All of the good times we had. Those days where she did my hair, and took me to the mall with her and her friends. Or when we sat at home ant watched soap operas’ together. When we had our beauty days, where we just painted each others nails and gossiped about celebrities.
I wasn’t going to kill my family, my life, my best friend. The monster within me subsided slowly until it was just a faint burn in my throat. It seemed to get better when I didn’t think about it. So I thought of something else. Something that should have been fresh on my mind the minuet I read the book. The simplest thing to register. The fact that there was no such thing as vampires. Vampires didn’t exist. Just like monsters, ghosts, Santa Claus, or the Easter Bunny. They were mythical creatures that only existed in books and movies, and this book was no exception. I stared at the black and red book. This book was written by a human woman. The author, Stephenie Meyer, had specifically written in the “about the author” section of the book, that this story was based on a dream she had. A dream. Not reality. The Cullen family did not exist, although I wished otherwise. They could tell me how I should handle the burn I kept feeling. I needed more information. I reached for my laptop on my bedside table. I flipped it open, making sure not to break screen of the hinges. I waited momentarily as it sprung to life. Once it was at my desktop, I started up the internet, then logged onto my “Amazon.com” account. I typed in The Twilight Series in the search bar and waited. A few different results came up, but only one caught my attention. It was the complete set. It included the four books from the series. The first book, from Edward Cullens’ perspective, and finally a complete guide on vampires. The entire package was expensive, but I didn’t care, money wasn’t an object right now. I even paid an extra 20 bucks for over-night delivery. I needed it as soon as possible. I felt my body involuntarily relaxing. I knew what was going on right away. I looked at my digital clock, It was twilight. Wow, how ironic. I felt my eyes closing, they felt like bricks. I managed to close my laptop and put it back on my table, turning lamp off in the process. As I drifted into sleep, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming, or having another vision. I saw myself in a long brown, leather seat. I could hear loud talking around me. A cacophony of different conversations. The thoughts were indistinct because there were so many. I could feel the floor bumping up and down. I realized that I was in a moving vehicle. As I drifted further and further into unconsciousness, I wondered warily why I was on a school bus.
The remainder of my night was empty. I didn’t dream, so I knew that I had a vision. I honestly still couldn’t grasp what it meant. Why would I be on a school bus? I was home schooled, It didn’t make any sense. I probed the future, looking for a reason behind this strange event, but I found nothing. The vision was clear as a precious stone and it was solid. But why? I decided to let that go, there were more important things to worry about than my education. I hopped out of bed, careful to hold my breath before I left my bedroom. The house was silent and dark. The sun hadn’t quite reached the inside yet. I listened intently for Sydney’s heavy breathing. Good. She wasn’t here. I breathed a sigh of wary relief. The sweet smell of blood in air was painful. I told myself, just as Edward had told himself, that if I were going to keep my sister safe, I would have to get used to it. I breathed in the sweet metallic perfume, shuddering at both the burn and the desire. I pushed the monster away from my consciousness. I wasn’t going to let it get the best of me. It thrashed and snarled at my decision. I walked to my front door, breathing at regular intervals, feeling the burn, I heard the rain pounding on the driveway. I had almost forgot that it was going to rain today. I walked outside. It was still dark outside, the sunlight barely visible through the storm clouds. I couldn’t help but smile. I loved rainy days. I loved being able to go outside and not have to be careful of my strange skin. It didn’t sparkle the way the vampires in my book did, but it was very strange nonetheless, and it was beyond easy to draw attention in my neighborhood. We were the only African American family on our street, so I always got looks, whether it be because I was breathtakingly beautiful or because I was half black. I wasn’t entirely sure. Race really shouldn’t be an issue in 2013, but some people seemed to still think callously of me. Many people, especially the elderly ones, thought that I shouldn’t be living with someone who looked like my sister. Someone all black, not half and half. It was ghastly how some viewed the world. I made my way to our large brick mail box. I was hopeful that by rush delivery, they meant overnight. I closed my eyes and opened the mail box. I breathed in the humid clean air, then looked inside. I beamed, it had gotten here over night. I snagged the large box and held it to my chest. I knew that it was going to give me all the answers I needed. I ran through the rain back into my house, careful not to let the
water damage the precious package. The smell hit me like a brick wall. I didn’t mind now, though. I breathed it in. Smothered myself in it. I was going to learn to live with this. I had to. I carried the box of books into my room and flung my body onto the center of my bed. I ripped the box open and took out the second book in the series. It was black and red as well. Only it had a picture of a red and white rose on the cover. It was beautiful. I smiled amiably at the book. My life was at a serious crossroads, I could see it. My future was so blurred, so indistinct as it flashed before me. There was no turning back now. I opened the book and started reading. *** As I was finishing up New Moon, I felt a kind of…union with Edward Cullen. He had left his one true love to protect her. He had forcefully ripped a piece of himself out, just to protect Bella. It made me wonder whether or not, if I really were a vampire, if I should leave my sister. I didn’t want to hurt her. She had been there for me, even in those strange stages of my brief childhood. I had never seen her cry in front of me, though I knew she did. She was strong, in a feeble kind of way. If I left home now, with no explanation, no reason that I could tell her, she would die inside. She wouldn’t show this openly, just like Bella Swan. She was a suffer-in-silence type of person too. I knew that I only had a matter of time before she would come home. I had practiced my breathing and became quite in control of the burn in my throat, but I knew that wouldn’t save her for long. I wasn’t sure if I was a vampire, not yet. What I did know was that I was dangerous to my sister, and that had to be reason enough to leave, wasn’t it? At this exact moment, I wished that I had Edward Cullen himself to help me through this. Better than that, I wish I had the opportunity to talk to Carlisle. He would know exactly what to do at this point, he would help me. I felt silly thinking of these fictional characters as real individuals, but they were my only hope. I started to reach for the next book Eclipse when I knew that I would get my wish. The vision was clear, certain. I could see my self perfectly in my vision. I was standing hand in hand with the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. The same beautiful boy from my previous visions. He held me in his arms, holding me close, his ocher eyes piercing mine. His lips turned up into a uncontainable smile that made my heart stop momentarily. Standing around us, I saw others like him. All pale and beautiful, with
golden eyes and bright smiles. I recognized them immediately, like I had known them forever. First, there was the blonde-haired striking, Carlisle. Next to him, the heavenly women that he loved, Esme. Chuckling loudly was the huge, teddy bear, Emmett and his goddess of a wife Rosalie. I recognized Bella immediately, but my vision of her was obscured. I didn’t understand why. I saw the dashing Edward Cullen next, smiling a bright crooked smile. Then there was the handsome and mysterious, Jasper Hale. And finally, the one Cullen that I had the most in common with, the tiny, sweet, overly optimistic, pixie-like Alice Cullen. She was just like me. She could also see the future. I bet where ever she was, she saw me coming. Her spiky hair made me smile inside. Aside from the fact that I was half black and had naturally long curly hair, we could pass as sisters. I was short and pixie-like as well. Compared to a normal 17 year old girl, I looked 10. My vision was solid, it was guaranteed to happen. I didn’t know when or where, but I knew it would. Right before my vision subsided, I got a last glimpse at the beautiful boy that held me close to him. I logged his pale face in my memory. He was important, he was mine. I felt an overwhelming need to go searching for him, no matter where he was, or what he was doing. I wanted him near me. I felt incomplete without him, even though I had never met him. The feelings I felt now were unfamiliar because I had never had any interest in having a boyfriend. I pictured his eyes again in my head, golden because of his diet. His diet. That was it! The Cullens didn’t harm human beings, they drank the blood of animals! I felt relief rush through me. I didn’t have to hurt my sister. I could be a vegetarian vamp too. I could learn to live on the blood of animals, and not have to leave my sister alone forever. I had a choice! I grabbed my cell phone, it was about ring any second now. I answered it when it did. “Hello?” I tried to sound relaxed, but I was too worked up about my new discovery. “Hey, Dawn, how are things? Are you okay? Do you need anything? I am so sorry I haven’t made it home yet! Is there enough food for you there? Do you want me to come home now? I will, sis, no problem, okay?” Sydney’s voice made me smile. She was always worried about me. She would probably have a camera in the house to monitor me if she could. “I’m fine Sid, stay as long as you want! Have fun, you deserve it.” I assured her. “You sure?” “Totally. I will be fine.” I was lying. I had no idea if I would be fine or
not. Honestly, I had no idea if she would be fine if she came home today. “Okay Dawny. If your sure. I guess I can stay a few more days. I do kind of need the vacation huh?” She sounded ashamed for thinking I was incapable of caring for myself. “Absolutely! You need a little beauty sleep Sid. Relax, I wont grow too much while you’re gone, promise.” “You’d better not! I cant enroll you in public school if you look like a teacher!” She teased. But I was frozen. “What? Your doing what?” I was unable to move. Unable to catch my breath. “I said, I’m enrolling you into a normal high school. You could get a lot more out of it than being at home all day.” She sounded confused. “Why? Don’t you want to be treated normally? Or did you change your mind again?” I still couldn’t answer. I was waiting for what she was saying to make sense. Me? The vampire, Going to school? That was definitely a bad idea. I would probably go on a rampage and kill the whole student body! Of course my sister didn’t know what I was, and for that I was grateful, but I couldn’t go to school. “Sydney…I…I don’t know about…school?” I couldn’t find a way to put the words together, I was much to disoriented, thinking of the dangers I proposed in my current condition. Even if I resorted to vegetarianism, I would still be bound to slip up! “Dawn, honey, It will be good for you.” She tried to reassure me. But I wasn’t listening anymore. I was in another epoch, seeing my future. I knew now why I had seen myself on a school bus. I knew now that I would be going to school this fall. My vision was inevitable. It was going to happen and the most I could do was be prepared. It wouldn’t be easy. “Your right, It would help to at least graduate from high school. I could get into a better college that way.” Not that I need high school to get into any Ivy League university. I could do that with my persuasion alone, the extra money only helped. Despite this, I humored my big sister. “It should be really fun, maybe I will meet someone.” I wasn’t trying to make myself sound optimistic. I was actually hoping foolishly that I would meet something. “I’m glad you changed your mind. For a minuet there I thought you were pissed that I had even thought about it.” She laughed now, but her voice was cautious. As if she thought I would be mad at her. “Nah. I’m not mad. Just a little…nervous, that’s all.” I really was nervous, but not for the reason she might think.
“Don’t be. You’re going to make a lot of friends, Dawn. High school is the best part of being a…teenager.” She tested the word before using it. She knew that if I was growing like a regular child should, I would only be in the 5th grade. “Anyway, I gotta go Dee, David and I are going out for breakfast. I’m starving!” She over exaggerated her hunger a bit. “Oh, okay Sid, go eat. I don’t want you to starve. Love you, sis. Bye” I tried to hide the roughness in my high-pitched soprano voice. I was a bit hungry in my own way. My throat burned like a wild fire as I pressed end on my cell. I put my phone on my night stand and opened Eclipse, prepared to learn more. Now that I knew that by some, unbelievable coincidence, the Cullens existed, I had an eagerness to learn more about them. I was a fluent reader, It would only take an hour to read this one, and another hour and a half for the last one. I was determined now. I was going to find out what I was. Why I was so different, yet so the same as the vampires that I was growing to love. I was determined to come to terms with the fact, the credence of the fact, that there was a 99 percent chance that I was a bloodsucker. A leech. A deadly predator. That… I was a vampire.
4. First Hunt
I was frozen solid in the middle of my bed, my expression blank. I was again, probing my future. Searching for signs that my real family, my vampire family, were coming soon, but all I could see now was myself on a school bus. I was getting more irritated by the second, how important could school possibly be? It kept regenerating in my visions, blocking me from seeing the big picture. Damn! I had finally finished Breaking Dawn, Ironically, my name was in the title. I knew now for a sure fact that I was a vampire. Rather, half a vampire. I had the same physical characteristics as Renesmee, Edward and Bella’s hybrid child. Half vampire, half human. It explained a lot too. My body temperature, my growth spurts, my special abilities, my speed, my beauty and my ability to eat and digest human food. My thirst, though, was another thing. Since Renesmee Cullen had a vampire family, she didn’t have to worry about killing her human sister. She didn’t have to force down human food, she just hunted. “Hunted…” The idea struck me hard. What was stopping me from hunting? I could go hunt and not be so thirsty anymore. I could even eat some human food and feel completely satisfied. “Hunting! That’s It!” I flew off my bed, and to my closet. I grabbed a black hoodie and sweats and threw them on. I left my phone on my bed. I couldn’t let myself get distracted. I pulled my ribbon out of my curly hair, the black ringlets fell to my back. Had they gotten longer? I didn’t bother putting my hood up. The rain didn’t bother me, I loved it. The way it seemed to wash my troubles away. When I stepped out of my room, I didn’t mind the strong scent of Sydney blood. I had gotten used to the smell and ignoring it was easy now. I grabbed my keys and locked the door. I didn’t want Sydney to go in my room if she came home. She was a bit of a snoop. I opened my front door, letting the warm breeze blow the clean air my way. The sky was black. It was 6 am but the storm clouds blocked the sun. The perfect weather. This was going to be easy. No one was around, I listened for any voices, but all I heard was the light breathing and snoring of my neighbors. Good. I didn’t have to walk at a human pace. I could get this done quickly. It was august, warm, and there were a lot of panthers down in the everglades. At my pace, I could get there in an hour, maybe less. I had read
enough of the hunting practices of the Cullens that I knew how to catch my breakfast. I took off running, not feeling the water hitting my face. My hair flew back from behind, soaking and whipping in the wind. I stayed in the woods that surrounded the outskirts of the town. I couldn’t take chances. When ever the trees thinned, I slowed. There were hikers around here, they would definitely call me in if they saw me. It took me less than 45 minuets to get there. It was darker here than in town. The trees covered my hunting grounds like an umbrella. I could here birds singing, alligators whipping their long tails in the water, then, I heard the silent purrs and padded foot steps of a panther. I inhaled deeply. I smelled many things, pond water, oak, mold, and finally, the warm, tangy, less than appealing, but still acceptable smell of the wild cat. Cats. There were three sets of pulses. Three panthers. I inhaled again, my tiny body crouching into a pounce. It was amazing how natural it all felt. I felt like I had been doing this forever. A fulfilled grin stretched across my dripping face. I felt almost complete. I listened for the panthers to stop, then I sprung. My little legs moved like propellers underneath me. Before the biggest cat could comprehend what was happening, I had him in my strong grasp. The others ran south. They wouldn’t get far. I’d find them when I finished here. The black feline didn’t go down without a fight. It thrashed with fury, throwing its massive paws every which way, trying to hit me. I avoided his attempts effortlessly, It was almost sad. I was going to kill this poor animal to satisfy my need. Better it than my sister. I bit the neck of the cat, my sharp teeth sliced through its fur, skin, fat and muscles like butter. The warm, tangy liquid slid down my throat, numbing the intense burn I had been feeling for days. It was miraculous how content and jubilant I felt. I never felt so…happy before. I drained the poor animal quickly, savoring it, glutting myself to no return. When I was finished, the blood swished and swashed in my little body. The other panthers had gotten a lucky break. I was much too full to consume anything else. I felt light on my feet as I ran home, buoyant, grinning so widely, it hurt a little. I was thinking of my future. Thinking of the positives. I was going to meet the Cullens soon. I was going to find my true love. I was going to school. I would be able to make friends. I carried myself home on these thoughts, making it there in less than 3o minuets. When I got there I was glad I had taken my key. My sister’s blue Impala was parked in the driveway. I took a few deep breaths and entered
my house, ready to feel the burn again.
5. High School
I was so overwhelmed with my ability to not give in to the haze of sweet human blood. I didn’t smell her blood at all. Nor did my throat burn. I felt completely in control. I was on cloud nine, I wanted to jump up in down and scream in victory. I wasn’t going to kill my sister. “Sydney!” I called her name with enough bright laughter in my voice to outshine the sun. I couldn’t believe how well this all was going. I heard her foot steps down the hall, I met her halfway, jumping into her arms, embracing her tightly in a bear hug. I felt her tense up, I was smaller than her by a great deal, but I was 100 times stronger. I loosened my grip. “Dawn! Hey, what are you so…happy about?” She seemed presently surprised at how flamboyant I was. I let her go and looked at her surprised grin, she wanted to know why I was so happy. “I missed you! And…Oh yah, I’m glad you enrolled me in school… and…” I couldn’t tell her that I was happy that I wasn’t going to kill her. So I lied. “And I went hiking and saw a lot of great wildlife.” Oh yah, did I mention that I had the wildlife for breakfast? “That’s…great, Dee.” She hesitated, staring into my eyes, something she never did. “Did you get contacts? Your eyes look…gold.” “Uh, no, I didn’t. They always change to this color when I’m happy!” I lied well. I wasn’t going to tell her I got contacts, she would know from the bank bills. “Oh, I guess I never noticed. They make you look really intense, little sis.” She didn’t look directly into them now. I changed the subject quickly. “So…when does the semester start?” I knew. But, I needed to get the subject off of my changed eyes. “In 12 more days. I enrolled you into Bayfront High. it’s a pretty nice school. But…” she was holding something back. “But…what?” I honestly had no Idea what she was hesitating for. I stared curiously at her. “But, until we can find a reasonably priced car for you, you’ll have to ride the bus.” Her expression was apologetic. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mind at all.” I did mind actually, but I was curious as to what would happen on that bus to make me have vivid visions about it. “I could make some new friends.” I added, smiling. “Wow, Dawn. I’m surprised that your not ripping my throat out about this!” She laughed hysterically. I froze though. What a strange thing to say
considering the fact that I was going to just that, two days ago. “Ha, ha. Very cute, Sid.” I laughed humorlessly. She grimaced playfully and went into her room. I followed suit. I needed time to prepare, to generate my thoughts if I were going to handle being around people. I felt ready though. I grabbed a granola bar, it tasted like…well nothing. It was flavorless. Like swallowing cardboard, but with less flavor. I wanted to regurgitate it the moment it slid down my throat. I ate it anyway. I was going to balance my diet. Animal blood and human food. That should keep me from reneging on my newly found vegetarianism. Keep myself completely evened out. I headed for my room, humming and dancing weightlessly the entire way. I was going to make this vampire thing work. *** I was up at the crack of dawn the first day of school, as I always was every morning. The only thing different today was that, I had an obligation, a duty, a reason. I was surprisingly optimistic, I was usually very distant and irate in the mornings. I was kind of freaked out when I looked in the mirror while I was getting dressed. I looked angelic. I decided the moment I knew I was a vampire, that there was no reason to consider my reflection a stranger. I was me, Dawn, the half vampire. No way to change it, or phrase it. No variations. I loved what I was, what I always had been. My smile took my own breath away. I never felt so enthusiastic about anything before. My legs shook with concealed anticipation, I had to hold on to the counter to keep myself in place. “Relax, relax.” I pleaded to myself, to no avail. I was too excited, and I had no idea why. Just a few weeks ago, I would have been livid that my sister was putting me in school, but now, I was gracious. What was It about this part of my life? Why would anyone, vampire or other wise, be excited to go to school? I was baffled. “Dawn, honey, your bus will be here in a few.” Sydney was at my door. “’Kay, coming!” The words were involuntary. I hadn’t decided whether or not to answer, I just did. It was like I was a puppet, and each movement, each conscious assessment was a tiny string, pulling me in different directions. It was very irritating. Before I left, I grabbed my, the Twilight Sage: the official guide. Or, the black and red bible, as I often called it. I was taking it with me, I took it everywhere really, sort of as a reminder of what I was. Plus, It had a decent
amount of facts that I had yet to read. Once I knew I had everything, backpack, purse, keys, cash, sanity, I headed out my bedroom door. Sydney stood at the end of the hall, her brown eyes scanning my expression. I could tell that she was just as shocked that I was following through with this as I was. I smiled brightly, she returned it warily. She still was a stupor for why I was so happy. “Good Morning, sunshine. Don’t you look…enthused.” She hesitated a bit on the last word. “I really didn’t think you would really do this, what’s your issue?” She seemed a bit smug, like she had bet that I wasn’t going to go. “Time for a change, I guess.” I skipped to the front door, I could hear the bus on the next street over. “The bus is coming, I have to go now.” I half smiled half frowned. I honestly hated leaving Sydney for any amount of time. No matter how significant I thought my reason was. But this was her idea. “Oh, well okay, have fun, I think. See you when you get home, sweetie.” She had the tiniest hint of chagrin in her farewell. Still she grinned and bared it, as I walked into the cool September air. The bus was already rounding the corner onto my street. I turned back to my big sister, who, right now, felt like my child, and blew a kiss. She smiled and waved as she watched me get onto the long yellow school bus. The scent of varying human blood was nauseating. It was so strong, I had to wrinkle my nose a bit to deal with it. My throat burned now, but only a faint burn, I ignored it. The bus was full except for two spots. One, right up front, was next a boy with blonde hair. He had bright blue eyes and a very welcoming smile. I smiled back, and he gasped. I started to sit next to him, when I noticed the other space, at the very back of the bus. It took me a minuet to really focus on him. The boy in the seat at the back of the bus didn’t look up like the others did when I walked onto the bus. He didn’t marvel at my unique beauty, and I liked that. He kept his head down, I could only see his black-brown hair, short and smooth on his inclined head. I pulled my attention from the mysterious boy and sat down next to the blonde one. He didn’t smell appetizing to me at all, but he kept my attention. I didn’t look at him directly, but I used my peripheral to monitor his expression. His thoughts didn’t match the way he looked. Gosh. Huh. She’s beautiful. I should ask her name. No.. she’d blow me off. Oh! Get a grip Bernard, she wont bite, just say hi. No! I cant do it… The boy’s thoughts amused me. Did he really think I was that
shallow? That I would ignore him if he greeted me? No, I have to make a good first impression. I’ll say hi to him. “Hi, my name is Dawn Vercelli. Nice to meet you.” I used my most persuasive, people friendly voice. My Italian accent showed a bit. Apparently my dad was Italian. My buttery eyes burned with far too much intensity. I reeled my self in and waited for him to respond. I knew how dazzling I could be to people, so I wasn’t going to be impatient. Whoa! Oh my god! She is… holy crap. C’mon get a grip, say hi! “Hey!” His voice was rushed and panicky, like he thought I would change my mind about talking to him. It was so cute. I giggled a little. “Are you going to tell me your name?” I asked him even though I knew what it was. “Oh! Right, Bernard. My name’s Bernard Grady.” And I’m a complete and total moron. He thought to himself. I frowned. I wanted to tell him that he wasn’t a moron and that he had a much better reaction to me than most people. But I couldn’t. “Well, again, Nice to meet you Bernard.” I wasn’t good with small talk and apparently neither was he. He deliberated in his head whether or not he was going to speak to me or not. While he did this, I waited. Then I felt something. It was like someone was poking my head with a cold metal pole. Jabbing hard from all angles. It didn’t hurt, it was just very uncomfortable. It didn’t make since, though. I never got headaches unless I had trouble seeing a vision. I was completely in the present now, so that was out. The jabbing and poking continued until the bus pulled to a stop. I was relived to get away from the cruel discomfort of the bus. I breathed in the cool air. The relief was instant. The rush of oxygen soothed my burning throat that I had nearly forgotten about. I breathed in another torrent of air to clear the loud prattle of students, talking about their summers, new boyfriends, jobs, shopping. It all really bothered me, I wasn’t used to so much noise. I blocked out everything now, and walked toward the back of the crowded school, where no one seemed to be headed. I still had 10 minuets before my first class. I sat down, back to the wall, and placed my headed between my knees. I did this often when I was stressed or confused. Right now I was both. I rocked back and forth, trying to placate myself, again to no avail. I was about to get up and go into the school when I felt a streak of unnatural wind fly past me, blowing my black ringlets into a heap. I looked up quickly but didn’t see anything, at first. I stared out past the field behind
the school, into the thick woods that surrounded it. There in the midst, deep into the woods, were two figures. It was a strangely clouded, menacing day, making the woods darker than normal. I couldn’t really get any details of the two figures, just two shadows. One was very tiny in comparison to the other. Like a father would be to a child. It was very strange. I closed my eyes, trying to stretch my super hearing out far enough to hear if they were speaking, but it was silent. I opened my eyes to try to catch a better view, but the two shadows were gone. I stared, mouth gaping, confused and slightly cautious. It wasn’t until I smelled it that I realized I had been holding my breath. The too sweet, too tantalizing scent swayed my consciousness momentarily. It was like nothing I had ever smelled before. Like honey, lilac, freesia, lavender, vanilla, and…ice? Did ice have a smell? I tasted the air, cold. Very cold, and nothing ever felt cold to my over radiated body. I inhaled again, then shuddered. It smelled so…sweet. Almost intoxicatingly so. Almost…like…a…a vampire? I stood up in one motion, and started toward the woods, but the bell rang. I stopped, shaking my head to clear it. I had to at least wait until after school. Then I would go search. If my visions had been correct, I would find them, The Cullens, or they would find me. Or had they already done that? I smiled. I hoped so.
6. The One I Never Knew About
As I ran. in an annoyingly human pace, to my first hour Accounting Class, I thought of the scent. It was so fresh, like a vampire had been right there next to me. The thought made me wince. Not in fear, but in excitement. I was getting closer and closer to my vision, I could feel it. The vision recreated itself in my mind. All of the Cullens. Carlisle and Esme. Alice and Jasper. Rosalie and Emmett. Edward and Bella. Bella was no longer blurry, she was a vampire too. And now, I could see Nessie in my visions as well. Then, finally, the beautiful, nameless, pale faced god, and myself. He was so perfect, the way he stood, so confident and sure of himself, of us. I could almost feel his cold arms around me, taste his sweet, icy scent on my tongue. The way he looked at me with his deep golden eyes nearly took my breath away. I wanted to stay in my little fantasy, but I was approaching the class. I took a deep breath, smiled my dazzling smile, then entered. All heads turned, but one. It was the brown haired boy from the bus obviously. He kept his eyes on the computer screen in front of him. He had on a black jacket with collar turned up around his neck. Staring at the back of his head made me curious as to what was inside it. I was about to probe his mind but I was cut off. “Why, hello! You must be Dawn Vercelli. I’m Mrs. Domenici, I’ll be your accounting instructor this year!” The beautiful fair skinned women stared expectantly at me. She had an Italian accent too. She was so pretty, she could have been a vampire if I didn’t smell her warm sweet blood. I shook that thought out of my head and smiled again. “Hello, It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Domenici.” I put a little optimism into my ringing soprano voice. When she heard me speak, her heart rate increased dramatically. Oh my. She’s like an angel, that beautiful voice. And she’s Italian. Oh, her mother and father must be very good looking people to produce something as…beautiful as she. It took her a full minuet to find her voice again, so I waited. “I-I’m going to have you sit over here, honey.” She gestured toward an empty computer at the end of the western wall. All of the computers were lined up along the northern, eastern and western walls. Everyone facing the walls. “Thank you.” “Your welcome, honey. And here, just follow the instructions on this sheet. If you have any questions, just let me know.” She stalked away
quickly, and went back to her desk. I sat down in the seat she’d suggested and started on the worksheet. It was very easy, stocks. I finished in a few seconds rather than the 20 minuet time period it would take the rest of them, so I decided to continue with my prior engagement. I turned my head very slightly, ignoring the girl staring at me, and looked at the brown haired boy. I couldn’t see his face very well, but I could tell that his eyes were fixed on the computer screen, yet he didn’t type anything. I glanced at the screen, he was finished. How? I looked at him again, trying to read his inner thoughts. I got nothing at first, but then, I could her the tone of them. Not clear, but not silent. 73984109456728929... He was thinking of irrational numbers and nothing else. I tried again, only harder, trying to see what he was seeing in his head. I came up short, I didn’t see anything at all. At first. Then, as though he had let it slip accidentally, I could see the green trees of the woods behind the school. So it was him in the woods? But who was he with? Why had he been in the woods? I was getting frustrated. I turned my head to my screen and tried to calm down. I was hyperventilating for no reason. Just because I wanted to know more about this boy. I was distracted by the sound of a machine. A printer. Then the sound of Mrs. Domenici’s voice. “Thank you, Ayden. You finished quickly.” She sounded oddly intrigued with something. I pressed print on my own computer, I felt a bit competitive now. He had to be the one who had just turned in his assignment. He was the only other person finished. I walked to the printer that was, Ironically, next to the brown haired boy, Ayden, as the teacher called him. I snagged the paper, not looking at him, I could feel a sharp, cold jab against my head, just like on the bus, but worse. It hurt this time. I gasped, inhaling a gulp of air, and froze in my tracks. The air around the boy was sweet. Wintry. Like frozen honey, lilac, freesia, lavender and vanilla. It was him? “You!” Was all I could manage to pull out. He turned toward me slowly, my head throbbing and my body shaking from the shock. “Excuse me?” He voice was cold, but still very sweet. It was like the voice of a Greek god. I couldn’t speak. I was too overwhelmed. The voice and the scent matched, but what about his face. Did it match too? Yes! His bone white skin was amazing. His brown-black hair smoothed on his head. His muscular build, strong, confident. He looked like he could pass for Emmett Cullen’s twin. The only difference, the biggest difference, was
his eyes. They were black as coal. Deep, but solid. He had a very disturbingly fiendish look about him that made me recoil a few steps. He looked like the thirsty equivalent of the vampire I had seen in my visions. As I read his eyes, he read mine, then he gasped. “Who…what…how?” He couldn’t find his words. I grinned menacingly. So my dazzling beauty worked on vamps too? Good. I blinked twice, smiled my big white smile, making sure to show all of my teeth. Then I danced gracefully away. I handed my paper in to the teacher and went back to my seat. I had found him! He was here! This is why I was supposed to come to school! I hoped he could tell by my ocher eyes, beautiful face, graceful walk, and sharp toothed smile, that I was half vampire. I beamed through the entire hour, happy that I had found another vampire, my vampire. I wanted to just run and hug him, but I contained myself. I would talk to him on the bus, I would see if he could tell what I was. I would try to read his mind again. I left my first hour accounting class excited to finish the day. My head hurt, and I had no idea why, but I was excited nonetheless. * * * The rest of the day went by very slowly. I had made a couple of friends at lunch. A red headed, heavy girl, Lindsey McCormick, had told me that the boys full name was Ayden Hanes. I was drawn aback, he wasn’t a Cullen. In addition to Lindsey, I met Aaron Henry. He was very shy black haired boy. He looked quite mysterious but he was welcoming. He said that Ayden had moved here from Albuquerque with his family. His dad was a physics professor at the University of South Florida. He also said that Ayden’s other six siblings had already graduated from high school. I was gracious that Aaron had gave me more information to work off of than Lindsey. I had something to log in my memory. I was the first one on the bus. I sat in the same seat as I had this morning. I waited as everyone filed in. I was going to get up and go sit beside him when he got on. I leaned my head against the seat, he was going to get in the bus wasn’t he? I started to get up. To go find him. No! Sit down, relax. I leaned my head my head back up against the seat. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I felt the seat compress slightly. Someone had sat down. I guessed it was Bernard, so I didn’t look up. But I could feel my head being jabbed at again. “Excuse me, does someone sit here?” A smooth, seductive, cool voice asked. I inhaled deeply. It was him! He was sitting next to me!
“No. You can sit here I guess.” I answered in my sweetest, innocent tone. I could here my soprano bells bounce of the windows. Is she going to look at me, or does she really think she can hide what she is? Hmm, she smells good. Carlisle is going to want to meet her, to see if she’s really half human. He knew I was half and half. So, I answered his thoughts. “He doesn’t need to meet me, I am really half human.” I decided to tell him. His black eyes widened. He looked like he was about to run away from me. “You…can hear my thoughts?” He asked, black eyes piercing. His cold, sweet breath wrapped around my face in a thick haze. I couldn’t breath. My head swam for a minuet, he was just as amazing as he was in my visions. I found my voice. “And see them. Oh, and I see the future too.” I said nonchalantly. I needed him to think I didn’t care. That I wasn’t so excited that he was here. “That’s…interesting. I read thoughts too, but I cant hear yours. I’ve been trying since this morning. I haven’t heard anything yet. It’s frustrating. I know what my brother meant, now.” He mused. Looking at me intently, his expression bemused. “Edward Cullen? He’s your brother?” “Yes. How did you know that?” He was a little drawn back by my knowledge of his family. I didn’t answer him openly. I tried a different method. “I knew that you were the only other Vampire coven that might exist. So I read up on you. But…I didn’t read anything about an Ayden Hanes.” I thought loudly, hoping he could hear me. “I’m the one you never knew about. I’m sort of knew to the Cullen coven. I joined Carlisle because I didn’t want to be a monster anymore. I wanted to follow a different lifestyle. Actually, I’m Emmett’s nephew.” His mental voice was cloudy. But still breathtakingly beautiful. “That was a good decision. I wish I had that choice.” I added. I really did wish I had the opportunity to get through my bloodlust with a family. It would have made things easier. “What do you mean, you wish you had that choice?” He sounded genuinely curious. “When I discovered what I was, I was in a house with my human sister. It took every ounce of control to not drain her. I cried for hours at a time because I had visions of her dead in my arms. I had to figure out a way to avoid that future.” I looked up at him. His eyes were still dark, but had flecks of gold around the edges. “When’s the last time you hunted, Ayden?” I
added. He looked ashamed for a moment. “I am sorry you had to go through that alone. It must have been hard. And…I haven’t hunted in almost two weeks.” I held in a gasp. That is hella dangerous!!! He could kill someone! “Ayden! You could seriously hurt someone! You should come with me! I went last night but, I could go again. I know where to find a lot of panthers.” I really want get to know him and this could be a good way. I was going to ask something else but then I got a vision. My eyes glazed over and then I saw it. A short pixie girl. Alice. Smiling wide and jumping up and down. She was rambling on about shopping and a new car and best friends and sisters. I laughed. So did Ayden. He must have saw it too. “She’s been pestering me all day with text messages asking me questions about you. She’s acting like a complete idiot, if you ask me.” He sounded annoyed with his pixie sister. I was excited. Alice and I will get along well. “She doesn’t seem too horrible. But anyway, like I was saying. Do you want to come hunting with me later?” I couldn’t help the anxiousness in my voice. He smiled a breathtaking smile. “Of Course, Dawn.” He said aloud. His voice was so beautiful and hypnotic. “Okay, uh. Meet me at my house about an hour after you get home. I live at-” He cut me off. “I know where you live. This is a pretty small town. Plus I’m a vampire remember?” He smiled a smile so bright, it would put the sun to shame. I returned it. The bus was pulling to a stop at his drop off point. “Of course I remember, how could I forget. I’ll see you in an hour?” I asked him hesitantly. I didn’t want to come on too strong. “Yeah, an hour. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Wow, that is if I can stay away for an hour- His thoughts slipped and then he started sing Barbie Girl in his head. I laughed as he got off the bus. An hour is too much for me too, Ayden.
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