Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, nor did I invent any of her wonderful characters.

The Calling

Insight

My back hit the hard, unforgiving wall, I was trapped. He kept walking, his feet made no sound as they met the ground, his pale face glowing in the light of the moon. His golden eyes were burning with the thirst that had taken control of him, transforming his kind features into that of a vicious, unfeeling, murderer.

This can't be happening, I thought, everything was so perfect. I blinked, and suddenly he was right there, looming over me, gazing fondly at me, no, not me, my blood. He brushed his hand over my neck, feeling the rapid pounding of hot liquid rushing through my veins.

He wound his arms around me, drawing me close, he lifted my chin with one of his fingertips, and placed his lips at my neck, as if kissing me. I felt a sudden, sharp pain as his teeth pierced through my skin.