DISCLAIMER: BECAUSE YOU HAVE OPENED THIS STORY, YOU ARE BLAMED IF I SAY I OWN TWILIGHT. SO FOR THE SAKE OF MY FANS, NO I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!! (Runs off stage crying)

Blood pools around my head. I try to find the strength, the courage, to look up, and at the animal I had loved the most, once upon a time, out of all the other creatures in the world. I can hear the sound of the wind through the trees, hear screams, getting closer. My broken bones are excruciatingly painful. A growl rouses me and I wince as it echoes through my head, a dull roar. I hesitantly open my eyes, and freeze at the sight before me, instantly transported back in time against my will.

My father looks up from his work and smiles at his 3-year-old son, me, holding a picture in my chubby fist. "That," he says, kneeling in front of me, " is Rosalie Hale, the prettiest girl this town has ever seen. Something happened to her, and she vanished. I was barely one year old, and still I can remember with great clarity the hunt to find her, the searching parties returning one by one empty handed, and then the funeral." He grinned his infectious grin at me and I copy him. As usual, my father ignored the seriousness of his own words. " Then guess what," he lowered his voice dramatically. " Her husband to be, Mr King's son, all his friends were killed. One by one and all left with looks of terror on their faces. And then he was killed too. A note was left, it said, 'to my beloved, I leave this parting gift, so we shall forever be entwined.' Many people say that her ghost returned and killed them so that she could keep King to herself. Others say she's become immortal. Still, nothings ever been proved." He laughed at his spooked son. "You'll be fine." I looked at the photo. Blond hair and blue eyes, slim figure, she was beautiful.

So beautiful I'd know her anywhere. I stared at Rosalie Hale as she growled fiercely back at the bear. The grizzly cowered and turned away, running fast into the wilderness. She was more beautiful than her picture. She knelt beside me and took in the blood, broken bones and split skin, before bending over me and pressing her fingers to my arm.

I thought the pain before was painful. This was unbearable. Rosalie lifted me up as easily as if id been a bindle of sticks and ran so fast we flew over the land. On the way she explained. What she was (Vampire), how she drank only animal blood, and that id die unless I went through hell to become immortal. Finally I managed to find my voice. "Hell's not so bad when you have an angel here beside you." She smiled at me and dazzled me into unconsciousness.

The first thing I noticed after surviving hell, and it literately was hell, Rosalie hadn't been lying, was how clear everything was, and how beautiful everyone was, including myself. I loved my new muscles, look and family. This was where I belonged. Here, with my Angel.

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