Again, I can't think of any names for Bella's saviour, so, I decided on Joseph. It's a good old name, right? Suggestions are welcomed and needed, but if you think it's alright, let me know too! Hope you enjoy!!


One week later.

I bit my lip and forced myself to bite down on the piece of waffle I had ordered. I gagged the minute that thing landed on my tongue, but since the owner was looking, I dutifully swallowed. It was the worst thing I've ever tasted.

The next bite wasn't any better.

Dismayed, I spit it out and started examining the wad of food on my plate, poking here and there with my fork. I knew I was hungry, but I couldn't ingest even a bit of it. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth. What the hell is wrong with me?

I sighed, leaving the exact amount of money on the table, and was about to leave when someone grabbed my arm. I turned to look and he lowered his sunglasses, revealing his eyes.

Blood red.

The same colour as my eyes.

And those of the man that made me this way.

My jaw dropped. I felt rage rise inside of me, a big, bubbling cauldron of pure fury. How dare him! After all he made me go through that night; he's showing up in front of me with that stupid smile on his face!

Who does he think he is?

He reaches out a hand. "Hello, I am Joseph. It's nice to meet you‒" I clenched my fists and a growl rose to my throat.

I made a move to hit him, but he move aside, dodging it easily. I raised my fist to make another hit.

"It's not nice to hit your rescuer, you know," he said with a frown.

I lowered my arm. My brow creased with confusion. Rescuer?

"W-What?" I said incredulously. People were starting to gawk. Realizing that, I leaned towards him and whispered in a low voice. "What the hell happened that night? Who are you?"

"I saved you," he explained slowly, as if I was unable to understand him, with a raised eyebrow. "Don't you remember?"

I looked at him and shook my head slowly.



"Why did you save me?" Since I met Joseph, I've wondered why he saved me. "What was I to you?" What am I to you?

He shrugged. "I'm not sure," He took of his sunglasses now that we were out of the public eye. He turned his head and looked at me. "You look like someone I knew," he stated simply.

We sat in silence for a while. I had something I wanted to ask him; it was on the tip of my tongue, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to ask him. I was afraid to know the truth.

"What were you doing just now," Joseph asked suddenly. "At the diner?"

"I was hungry, so I thought…" For some reason, he laughed at this.

I didn't get the joke. "What's so funny?" I said, looking directly at his face, really noticing him for the first time.

He was handsome, even with the red eyes. Long lashes framed his eyes and there were bruise-like dark shadows underneath them. His hair was a midnight black and his skin, literally the palest I've ever seen, stood in stark contrast with it. His chiselled features were perfect, flawless. He was taller than me by almost a head and surprisingly charismatic.

I watched as he opened his mouth, but hesitated.

"You don't know," he said solemnly. "Do you?"

"No," I snapped angrily. "Ever since that day, I don't remember anything. Nothing makes sense to me any more! I don't sleep, I can't eat even though I'm starving, I almost murdered someone, and you know what? I think I'm going fucking crazy!"

Joseph stared at the ground, but said nothing.

"What," I took a deep breath and forced the question out. "What am I? What kind of creatures or we?"

He sighed. "We are undead," he said softly. "Better known as vampires."

"Vampires," I repeated. There was no humour in his voice. He meant it.

He stood and put on his sunglasses. "Come," he held out a hand. "It's time you got something to eat."

I took his hand with a feeling of dread. Somehow, I don't think I'm going to enjoy this.


I entered the dark alley with Joseph right behind me. It reminded what had happened that night. The parts I remember, anyway.

He nodded for me to go forward.

There was somebody, a homeless person, sleeping against the wall. Immediately, I understood what he wanted me to do.

I turned to him, my eyes wide, shaking my head furiously.

"No!" I shrieked at him. "I won't do it." I started to leave, but he caught my arm.

"Be reasonable, Bella." He said evenly. I faced him. Be reasonable, Bella, that sounded really familiar. "We aren't given a choice."

"There will be no one to mourn for him when he dies." He picked up a shard of glass and walked over to the person. He was still sleeping when Joseph slid the piece horizontally across his throat without a second thought. Seconds later, the man was nothing but a lifeless body.

Blood flowed from the gash, staining the front of the man's shirt. The smell wafted from the corpse and my breath caught in my throat. The thirst was surfacing again. I tried to resist, but it was overpowering. I succumbed, my thoughts reduced to that of an animal.

I stumbled forward and grabbed the back of his throat, bringing it to my face. I bent down to drink‒

"Bella!" A voice called out from behind. "Stop!"

I whipped my head back, furious of the sudden interruption. A growl escaped from my throat.

As I caught sight of his face, a sense of recognition rose inside of me. Who is this person?

The thirst evaporated. I dropped everything and stood up, my gaze focused on the man's face.

"Be reasonable, Bella," he said. "You don't want to do this." So that's where I've heard it before.

Meanwhile, a low growl came from Joseph, one the human could not hear. He was hidden in the shadows, crouched on the ground, ready to strike.

My eyes flickered in between the two men. I realized something sickening‒the human‒he was oblivious to the danger that approached.

Suddenly, Joseph bared his teeth and sprang towards the stranger with blinding speed.

I made a split second decision.

Before Joseph could touch him, I put myself in front of the stranger, protecting him. I didn't know what prompted me to do so, but I did it.

Joseph was entirely focused on his prey. He didn't see me.

The hit took the breath from my lungs. I flew backwards into the brick wall, crumbling it. A sound equivalent to truck slamming into a concrete wall was produced.

Not quite used to being a vampire, it surprised me that I wasn't dead.

I pulled myself from the rubble and ran instinctively to the human. "Are you alright, Edward?" He nodded.

What I said surprised me. How did I know his name when he'd never told me? I've never met him before today.

Joseph walked up behind me and grabbed my arm. "What did you do that for?" he snapped at me and shot a glare at Edward. "Why are you protecting him?"

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe for the same reason you saved me." Joseph loosened his grip but didn't let go.

I was surprised when Edward spoke.

"Bella," he said. "It's time to go home."

I sucked in a sharp breath. "What?" Home? Looking at his face, I saw no signs that he was telling a lie, there was nothing but sincerity. Was it possible that I belonged somewhere, that I really do have a home?

He reached for my hand, and for some reason, I let him take it. His skin was warm to touch. It felt nice.

He started to pull me away, but Joseph was holding on to my other arm. I was dangling in between two choices. To go with Joseph, someone that was similar to me, someone who knew what I was, what we both were; or to go with Edward, somebody who I don't know, but seems familiar, someone who can take me to my home.

I closed my eyes for a second, but I knew the decision was already made. I pulled away from Joseph and let Edward lead me away.

"Let's go," I said.

Behind me, Joseph stood with resignation, his eyes downcast.

"Don't go," he said softly. "Please."

I took one last look at his face and left. Possibly, for home.

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