Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series, the characters (well most of them) OR any idea put with characteristics of the characters or legends or such. This story is merely my fantasy of how it could've turned out if fate had flipped the coin a different way.

PROLOGUE

It was all a faint memory – what happened. As if a long time had passed, but really barely had. I remember I was angry, and desperate. Edward left me alone. For what? I could'nt remember. My memory only stretched so far. I knew about a year had passed, and I was filled with nothing but grief, and anger for Edward. For Vampires.

After my last attempt at hearing his voice landed me in the hospital for a good month, I knew all hope was lost. Edward wasn't coming back. He wasn't mine, and I would never feel his cold touch again. The longing pain tore at my heart, making me hold my chest – as if trying to hold the pieces of my heart together, and I knew that this pain wouldn't cease. That's when I snapped. Poor Jacob had helped me so much, and I repayed him by hurting him deeply.

I tried to numb the pain as best I could, and found that nothing I did would work. That's when it started. First it was only one drink, two, three, and eventually the pain started to dissapear. Maybe not completely, but temporarily was fine with me. Alchohol became my neccessity, my life, and what was once my mortal enemy... was now my bestfriend.

Me and Jacob drifted apart. We talked less and less, and eventually not at all. I'm sure it would've hurt to lose him, but I could'nt feel anymore. Partying became my claim to faim, hangovers were routine.

That's how I ended up here.The last thing I could grasp, from my fuzzy little memory, was the last night of conciousness before this.

The music could still be heard, and the lights could still be seen, as I stumbled from the bar with a "friend" I just met, hanging from my left arm. Our laughter filled the night air, though I'm sure what we were laughing at wasn't that funny, and it droned out the music playing from the nightclub behind us. Soon my intoxication found me by myself in a dark alley way.

The memory from then on is black. I could'nt see, I could'nt hear, but the feeling was clear. A sharp pain pierced the lower area of my neck, and a warm sensation started through my body. This "sensation" soon started to gain heat, and I could feel flames licking every bit of my being. The pain was immense and my screams tore through the air, as my mind pleaded frantically for death.

Now as these memories runs through my head – as it has a million times before – I find myself staring through whats left of a broken mirror at a pair of crimson red eyes, and I realize that I have become what i've grown to hate.

I, Bella Swan, am a vampire.