Authors Note: This is my first fan fiction so please be nice (: Sorry if the first chapter is bad but I was just trying to get the setting and everything else in place so I can write the rest of the story later, and so everyone can understand (sort of) what is going on (: Oh yeah, I don't own Twilight or any characters in the series. Well, I hope you enjoy my first attempt at a story (: And PLEASE REVIEW

The clouds that spread out in a blanket across the sky managed to completely obscure the sun from view, not allowing one ray of sunshine to slip through. And of course it was raining as I stepped out of my car; a glossy, black Lexus LFA. But this wasn't a bad omen; it was just a fact of my new life. The small town of Forks, Washington had the highest percentage of rainy days in the whole of America. Why anyone wanted to live here was beyond my understanding. It was constantly raining, wet and cold - the three things that I hated the most. But they were also the three things that now completely ruled my life. I had well and truly lost all control.

The dull ache at the back of my throat flared, a reminder that I now had no choices left as a human passed by too close to me; their scent hitting me square in my face. I winced as the burning intensified – it had been too long since I had last hunted. I searched my memory for the last time that I had hunted; felt the steady flow of blood fill my body. It had been over two weeks ago, too long for an immortal like me who was just gaining control over themselves. I sighed under my breath to myself; I was going to have to hunt tonight. It was the worst part of this life, being controlled by something that always had you at its mercy. Thirst. Even after fifty years of living this cursed life I still hadn't completely managed to tame my thirst for blood, but I had always thought that it was just an unavoidable part of this life…until I heard about a family called the Cullens. I had heard from a passing nomad that they managed to live purely on animal blood; something I had never thought was possible. So hearing about their lifestyle was what had drawn me to this drizzly town in the first place. A choice I was beginning to regret.

Mumbling to myself I pulled my tattered backpack out of the backseat and lifted it onto my shoulders, its feather light weight was a great comfort to me. It made me feel like I could carry the weight of the world on my shoulders if I had to. Digging the keys out of my pocket I pressed down on the button that automatically locked my car, barely looking over my shoulder as I heard the reassuring "beep" before walking up the concrete path to the hotel that was to be my home for the next week. As I reached the doors I took a deep breath and held it in, determined not to breathe until I reached the safety of my own room. "Natalia Smith, I made a reservation over the internet for room 302." I said, holding my hand out in anticipation as I waited for my room key to be given to me. Just that sentence had left me out of breath, not that I needed to breathe in the first place, it was just a habit left over from my human days. "Very good miss, I hope you enjoy your stay at our hotel." He said, as he handed me the key, finally looking up from his computer. His expression as he noticed my otherworldly beauty was almost comical, but it was always the same with humans; that's one of the reasons I chose to stay away from them. "Thanks." I said flatly, my musical voice a monotone as I reached down and replaced my bag back on back. As I stepped into the elevator I saw the look of regret plastered across his face before the doors cut his face from my view. I smiled to myself; I had done it.

As I swiped the card in the door I heard the lock mechanism unlock the door and the door flicked open with a barely audible click. A grateful smile flickered across my lips as I crossed the threshold and closed the door behind me, careful to lock the door again before I finally looked around the room. It was absolutely beautiful – fit for a queen, something that was strange considering the size of the small town. The walls were a deep ruby red, the same color my eyes were after I fed – what a coincidence, the floor was a lovely cream, reminding me of the color of my human skin. But what caught and held my attention was the absolutely HUGE bed that was decorated in similar colors; it was almost a pity that I don't sleep. It seemed like such a waste to not use something so beautiful. Through an open door I could see the white tiles gleaming, reflecting the light that in the bedroom as it sent small shimmers of light through the room. This place was definitely fit for a queen. A vampire would just have to do though.

Unpacking took less than five minutes as I folded my clothes, putting my "hunting outfits" into the dresser and hung up my normal clothes in the wardrobe. Smiling to myself I shrugged out of my clothes and pulled on a pair of carefully ripped jeans and a similar jacket, both of them designed not to show if there was any more damage done to them…say by an unruly lion or bear.

I slunk over to the mirror to examine myself, my movements already changing in anticipation for the upcoming hunt. I was told that a vampire moved like the animal they would prefer if they were 'vegetarian', I think mine would be a mountain lion – speed, power and death rolled into one, sort of like a vampire. A small shudder swept my frame as I thought of hunting animals, it was a completely new prospect to me but one I was open to – I was sick of hunting humans.

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