PREFACE

I'D NEVER GIVEN MUCH THOUGHT TO HOW I WOULD DIE – but now that I was face to face with yet another killer, I was beginning to question why I'd been such an idiot. I'd faced death so many times in the last year, but I'd never imagined it would end like this.

My would-be-killer faced me with a smile, his fangs all too clear in the moonlight.

He crouched. "Give me what I want." He took my wrist in his hand. "Let's see a little hate."

I curled my fingers and with my free hand punched his nose up, the way my gym teacher had taught us. I think I cracked something, a bone in my palm, because I cried out from the pain of hitting him. His head had moved back, but his nose was in the same place and he'd shed no blood.

"Still resisting," he said with a hungry grin. He laughed. "Poor choice."

I'd never given much thought to how I would die—but I knew if I'd never gone to Forks, I wouldn't be facing death now. If only I'd chosen something different. But it hadn't been my choice. I was here because of him. Because I couldn't get Edward Cullen to stay the hell away from me.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

My vampires have fangs. Always.

This story begins a lot lighter, more parody/fun times, and then gets darker. And will get darker as I interpret each of the books in the Twilight Saga. I hope reading this fan fiction is fun and pleasurable. Review/comment. Enjoy.