Hey, Guys! My name is Daedria and I'm finally able to publish this on my own personal account! This is basically the same as it was published on Rosa'Mejilla'Pastel's account with a few changes here and there. It is nothing that is trivial to the overall plot though. Loss of Humanity will now be published on both Rosa'Mejilla'Pastel's and my (Daedria)accounts. These are the ONLY two accounts publishing this story. The technicall difficulties in my friend's account have been resolved so there is nothing to worry about there. For those of you that are checking this story out for the first time, I ask you two things: 1. Please dont judge me on the first chapter I began writing this a couple of years ago and I have gotten considerable writting practice since then (I hope:)) 2. Please take the time to review, I like to know that people actually enjoy reading my work. I accept annonymous reviews and I encourage you to give me advice (just be extra-gentle with the flames... I'm sensitive:)).

DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Stephanie Meyer, I, sadly, don't own anything.

Prologue

The girl gasped, biting back a scream as shooting pain traveled from her wrists to her shoulders. She wasn't very old; she was about seventeen, with reddish brown hair. Sweat poured down her face as she fought another wave of nausea. What was up with her? Wasn't this just her average fever?

She had been bed ridden for two days; usually fevers took just a few hours to run their course. Dragging herself out of bed, she stumbled to the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. She drew in jagged breaths between retched coughs. Spots of blood covered the toilet and mixed in with her barely digested lunch. It seemed like forever before she seemed to finish.

Her hands trembled, her throat burned, and her breathing was labored. The pain on her arms increased and again, she bit back a scream, but one small squeak escaped her lips. She breathed through her mouth and tried unsuccessfully to ignore the blood she had thrown up. The pain spread up her neck, down her shoulders, to her chest. At the same time more pain erupted on her forehead continuing down the sides of her face to her cheek bones at an alarming rate.

This time the smallest scream left her. It was starting to burn, almost as if hot irons were being placed on her body. She wet her face and arms with cold water, but it didn't help. She looked up to the mirror to check if something was different. Her eyes widen, "MOM!" she screamed, her breathing is coming in short gasps. She tried to get them off but they just seem to be rooted to her skin. She felt more pain slice across her palms as she rubbed her arms. The cuts were too much to bear, the smell of blood washed over her, threatening to take her down.

"MOM!" she screamed again, louder this time and her voice jumping to an octave she didn't know she could reach. "Honey I'm coming!" her mother shouted. The girl concentrated on her mother's voice, but it was futile trying to fight a useless fight. The scent of her blood was dragging her under. "I'm here! I'm here!" said her mother in a tone that sounded out of breath.

Hermother's eyes widened as she took in her daughter's appearance. "Oh my gosh!" she gasped. The girl (who had fallen to her knees) whispered from the floor," What the hell is happening to me?" The fight was lost and her mind fell into darkness.