I don't remember much about my old life. I don't remember if I had a family; although I assume I must've because I had to come from somewhere, right?

But I do remember the change. I remember everything about that day-before, after, and during the change. Because yourmemories get sharper after the excruciating pain goes away and after the change is complete. Maybe, if the Fates are being cruel,

maybe one day they will show you your past life and how this life came to be cursed upon you.

My name is Annika Dawson. And my life was flipped upside down forever that day. The day that I became a vampire.

It wasn't so bad at first. I mean, after the pain faded and I could move without screaming. When I awoke I didn't know where I was. I could run faster than ever before and I loved to climb the mountains and feel the wind in my hair. I could escape from
/the world down below me.

But then the thirst descended on me. I'd learn later that thirst was the first thing I was supposed to feel; but I'd always been different. My exhilaration had quenched my thirst for human blood for a while.

My first kill was a man. He seemed to be hungrily eying every girl that passed him. 'How ironic,' I thought, 'That my first kill should be a killer.' He was tasty, but he did not satisfy my craving. I drained a few more men, and some women, although I
/avoided the parents that had children. A very subconscious part of me did not want to harm the little ones.

I did not realize what I was until I tasted the final person's blood on my lips. My mind revolted, but my stomach begged until I gave in. I hid in a tree in the forest that night and made the decision to run away from this place I couldn't remember.

I ran and ran and ran. I ran overthe land and through the Jungles and through the deserts and across the ocean. I wanted to cry for fear of myself.

When I made it back to land, I saw a sign that said, 'Welcome to Tacoma, Washington'. I was in America. I walked through the town and I could smell the delicious scents of the townspeople.

Unable to control myself, I pulled a homeless person off the street and into a back alley. I drained them completely before running off again.

I sat in yet another tree that night, and to distract myself from the thirst, I wondered how long it took me to run the ocean.

I stayed up in that tree for months, trying to contain myself, but it was hard. I ate only the occasional hiker who had the misfortune to get lost on these paths. I realized that my skin sparkled in the sun and I made sure to stay out of the sunlight.

But eventually the police caught onto it and I had to go. I ran until I came across a little town in the middle of no where. It was called Forks. 'The place of little sunshine', everyone said. I never approached them, but I heard rumours. I followed signsand
made my way to this town called Forks.