GRAVITATION
by Yih

Disclaimer: Owned by Stephanie Meyer, just borrowing for the purpose of this fanwork.

"Love—is anterior to Life—
Posterior—to Death—
Initial of Creation, and
The Exponent of Earth—"
- Emily Dickinson

Prologue

London 1760

They say, it is dangerous to walk by yourself at night. It is absolutely true. But there was a time when I was young and I was foolish, and I disregarded what my mother had always told me and I walked out of our quaint townhouse to the park a block away to get out of the house.

It was a beautiful walk, especially in the evening, when the sun was a rosy orange and the weather was not quite as warm as it was earlier in the afternoon. I liked this time between day and night the best. Sunset, what should be sad because it is the end of the day, and yet at the same time signaled that soon a new day would come.

I should have been all right that day– we lived in a good area and my father was a respectable constable – except then I did not know what I do now. There are things in the night that are unnatural and impossible to wrap the mind around and I just happened to attract one of them.

I am happy to say I did not scream, I did not cry, I did not do anything that I would be embarrassed about when the man came upon me and wrapped his arm around my waist and used his other hand to cover my mouth.

"Such a delectable morsel," he spoke in a musical voice, "walking all alone and smelling so delicious. I wonder what I should do."

I remember being terrified, maybe even trembling when he tilted my head back and licked my neck. I thought I was going to be raped and then left to my shame. Of course, how was I to know that there were far greater dangers than my mother could ever have told me?

He lifted his head and turned me around, for some reason, and looked at me. He stared at me for a very long time and I stared back at him, wondering how such a beautiful man could be so terrifying.

"Aww," he said and ran his hand through my tresses and grabbed a hold of them, again pulling my head back.

He traced his finger from my chin to my throat, delicately as if I were fragile and breakable, which I was to him. I stared at him with wide, frightened eyes, wondering what he would do to me and yet I was mesmerized as he lowered his face to my neck and I expected him to lick me, maybe even kiss me, but he did neither. Instead he bit me and drank enough to leave me weak and light-headed. I felt at first like I was floating through another realm, possibly toward death, when that sensation stopped and instead I began to burn.

It was torturous, unimaginable – the sharpness and the steadiness of the searing pain I went through for what felt like eternity, even though it was only three days, before I became what I thought was only in horror stories… a vampire.

To be continued...


A/N: This is my first Twilight fanfic, so if you like it please review it because I do have other stories I am working on and it would be great to know if this is worthy of continuation! Also reviews are just like candy and good stuff to authors ^_^. Let me know what you'd like to see in a vampire-Bella story! I'm still not quite sure of the direction, only of the beginning (so chapters will get longer)! Also, this will be ExB!

Released: 2/21/2009