Dia Cullen

She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.

I was awake.

But I was too tired to open my eyes just yet.

I stretched my arms and my legs as far as I could.

I yawned all lazy.

This bed was really quite nice.

This wasn't the hotel bed.

Wait a minute.

Where was I?

I tried to remember what happened last night.

After the peculiar incident in the woods.

No.

I didn't get back home.

So where was I?

I grew so afraid to open my eyes.

I shut them tightly and hid under the thick blanket.

Wherever I was, I didn't want to know.

What happened ...

"Edward, Edward, she's awake!" a girl's voice rang in my ears. She seemed to be sitting next to the bed where I had lain. I was guessing she was nice. At least, I hoped she was going to be. Footsteps came closer and stopped in an instant. I peaked from under the blanket and saw a guy's blue denim jeans. I wanted to find out who these people were. Who Edward was and the girl, too. But naturally I was afraid. I thought about it. Whether I was going to keep on hiding or make a run for it, if these people meant harm, they could, you know, do it now. But they didn't. And even if they did. I was sure I wouldn't stand a chance. There was something about their voices or how Edward stood on his denims which made me say that I just couldn't take them.

So I pretended to rise from bed and stretched up my arms and rubbed my eyes. "Good morning, Dianara!" it belonged to the same girl. I was right about her sitting next to me. "Good morning," I said-sounding a little bit confused. She was nice alright but how did she know my name? I've never met her before. Dead pale skin, topaz-eyes, and dark brown hair of a girl. She looked a little strange but she was pretty. And she looked no more than 20. She smiled at me as I examined her closely and said, "I'm Bella." She glanced to her right and I followed her eyes to a guy who wore the blue denims. He was also dead pale, had topaz-eyes, but he had a lighter shade of brown, like bronze maybe, for a head. He looked at me like he saw a piece of vegetable in between my teeth and so my eyes fell down to my feet. "Introduce yourself to Dianara," the girl named Bella said. He motioned to her a bit to be quiet. I could see that even if I didn't fix my eyes upon him. I could also feel him studying me. It was making me uneasy.

"Dia, I pressume?" he began t o speak. I looked up to his smiling face. How did he find out? I nodded stupidly. How did this guy find out? "I'm Edward. Nice to meet you. And good morning." "Oh, so it's Dia. Sorry but unlike Edward, not everybody can read minds now, huh?" Bella asked playfully. What was she talking about? Of course nobody could read minds. Was she putting up that Edward could? "Yes, she was," Edward confirmed. I didn't even blurt out the question to him yet and he answered me. "So you really could read minds?" Bella giggled and Edward nodded. He toyed with one of the bed's 4 posters. I just noticed how pretty this bed was. Pink and all girly and lacy. It was also a 4-poster, as mentioned, and they were painted white with fine carvings. I got hold of myself again and studied Edward and then the girl, Bella. Who were they, really? How did they know my name? So one of them could read minds. But how did I get here? What happened to me? "You ask a lot of questions," Edward muttered and faced the other side to hide his smile. Bella stretched her hands wide open in front of me and led me to a mirror next to the door. There, I examined my reflection.

"I look a wee bit pale this morning," I commented in front of the long body mirror. "Aren't we all?" Bella asked and looked at my reflection, too. "Why? And what is up with these red eyes? I don't recall having red eyes. Did I get sore eyes? Again?" "No," she said and pursed her lips. It was as if she was hiding something. Her face grew grave and she looked at Edward who looked at her back. He walked towards her direction and got hold of her slender hips with one hand. They both looked down on me with similar grave stares. "What?" I asked nervously. "Dia, do you want to hear the truth? Even though it's not very good? It's not good, at all. It's hideous, even," Edward said slowly. Bella was looking at him like she was trying to object everything he just said. She was going to say something. But he spoke faster. "You think about that for a while. And you might want to take a seat, too." "No. I'm okay. Just tell me," I told him. I tried to sound like I was not worried. But I was. I had the slightest idea of what the truth was already. After I looked at my reflection. I think ... I was ... a vampire "And you're right," Edward said and I fell back.

Not just back but also down. Flat on my butt. It amused him but Bella didn't think it was funny. "You should not have told her like that," she mumbled. Edward was still laughing when he said, "Bella, sooner or later, Dia's going to find out anyway." "Yes, precisely. You should've waited. I swear, that must've been awful. I'm really sorry, Dia," Bella said and tried to help me up but I refused-courteously. I had to sit this one down for a while. So I was a vampire. Right, the pale skin, red eyes. Okay. And Edward and Bella were both vampires too. And only Edward was different because he could read minds.