AN Hello!! I'm back again, and with a different story. I know i left everyone hanging with You Picked Me but i just got bored and uninspired, which is weird.. But i thought i would try this out. Its just a prologue to test the waters and see if anyone's interested in it.

Disclaimer I do not own Twilight nor the characters and the title of the story belongs to the artist Olive - i love her songs! And BoA owns the lyrics I used in the story (you'll notice them b/c they're the only words inside quotation marks!) This story idea belongs to me.. thats about it.

Please leave me reviews!! It's all welcome, both the love and the hate. As are questions or concerns.

Enjoy my loves!!!

Music: BoA - Scream

prologue

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When I was seven, I watched my mother get brutally mauled by a vampire. I watched as her limbs were ripped from her body and thrown across the park like they were twigs, her blood having been drained long before the disembodiment. I had been cowering behind a bench when he had flurried over to me, his sickening breath hitting my face while he laughed at me. I had stared wide-eyed up into the glowing red eyes. I remember how his fangs protruded out of his perfectly shaped lips, and how I held my breath in fear that it would be my last. The angelic features of his face were a cruel mask for the ugly truth of what he really was. My mother always told me that angels protected us, watching and guiding us as we lived. That THING that had stared hungrily at me was no angel. My faith disappeared that night along with the idea that anyone was looking over me to protect me.

I remember how he had cocked his head to the side, inclining it towards me as he breathily spoke his last words into my ear, "You scream, but there's nobody to hear. It doesn't matter. It's only you and me and all of your fears. So scream." But I didn't, I couldn't, because I didn't care anymore. There was nothing left for me to do, so instead I closed my eyes and waited for the darkness. His teeth had barely sunken into the skin of my wrist before they were ripped out. What I hadn't been expecting was to hear the sound of my attacker crying out in pain.

His voice faded within a heartbeat and by the time I braved myself to open my eyes, the smell of smoke had already made its way to my nose. A few feet away stood a shadowed figure looming over a now burning trashcan. The smell of burning flesh hit my nostrils and forced the contents of my stomach to resurface. Even after my vomiting had ceased, I still couldn't find the strength to lift my head. I had spent a moment listening to the silence, figuring whomever had previously saved me was long gone by now.

I was shocked when I felt an unusually cold hand at the nape of my neck, its frigid temperature calming my heated skin and easing the pain I had been feeling in my throat. I knew it was another one of THEM, those vampires. They were the only ones strong enough to be able to physically rip someone apart. It also explained the unnaturally cold hand that was trying to, oddly, comfort me.

My back went rigid though at the gesture and the sound of the whimper that escaped from my mouth still rings in my ears today. The previous events had finally caught up to me and caused my body to uncontrollably shake. I had lifted my hands to my head, threading my fingers through my already disgruntled black hair to pull at the roots. My eyes had been wide with panic as I stared down at my own blood on my shoes, my wrist having bled down my arm and staining them. I couldn't understand why I was still alive, why the new person hadn't begun to feed off of me like the other one had intended to do.

I felt the panic of death flood back over me as I felt my bleeding wrist being lifted up, lips covering the wound that had been beginning to burn from the venom of my previous attacker. My eyes closed, I didn't want to accidentally look at the persons face before I died. Only, what I didn't realize was that I wasn't dying. It took a whole minute before I realized the lips weren't sucking the LIFE out of me, but rather the poison that was infecting my veins. The procedure was fast and before I knew it my wrist was being gently placed onto my knee, the other hand had been resting at the nape of my neck the whole time.

It had surprised me when I felt the hand trail slowly away from me as the person went from kneeling to slowly lifting into a standing position, like they was scared that I would break if they moved too fast. I hadn't said anything nor looked up to see the face of who ever it was standing in front of me. But I didn't care anymore. I didn't want to look at the face of another killer. I just wanted it all to end already.

To further my surprise, I heard the crunching of leaves and realized the person was leaving, no words having been exchanged through the whole event.

My life had been spared, but at what cost was beyond me.

I listened to the footsteps until all I could hear was my own heart beating in my ears, its pace slow and hard against my eardrum. It was the sound of loneliness.

That night was the beginning of my ruined life. For years I have been plagued by that night, my mother's dead eyes carved into my mind. And for a long time I had wondered about the reasons behind my savior's intentions. Why I had been allowed to live had been a continuous question I held no answers to. But now, ten years after my mothers death, the answer to what I owe for my life is about to be discussed as I wait on the other side of the door that's about to bring me face to face with the one person who has been faceless in my memories for these past ten years.

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Thanks for reading, and i hope it was enjoyable!! Love to all - LL