Prologue

The first time I tasted human blood was indescribably satisfying. As soon as I had quenched my thirst I once again craved the delicious pain that accompanied my thirst. It was the consuming fire in my throat that first started my feeding frenzy.

That was years ago though. And I had fed on human blood since then. The desire was further fuelled by the mouth-watering scent of my prey. It was a scent that I rarely resisted.

I had travelled alone for the majority of my newborn years. I'd hated that time with a wild passion. Never again did I want to experience that loneliness, with only the thrills of communicating with others who inevitably ended up as my prey. But even those moments were too short lived. I did not wish to relive the withdrawal I had from interacting with humans, especially the humans that I wasn't intending on making my meal.

For seven long and lonesome years I had travelled alone. In that time I had slowly learnt how to control my thirst from the crazed newborn that I had become. And gradually, I fell into a disgustingly slow routine.

Waiting. Hunting. Feeding.

I hadn't believed that there were others of my kind, not until I met them. It was only when I discovered the Volturi Coven, purely by accident, did I realise that I wasn't alone. But it was only when I realised I wasn't alone, that I met someone else, someone more important to me than what I could ever imagine.