The Boy With The Carmel Eyes

1. Awaken

Based off Alice Cullen. Rights of the character go to Stephine Meyer and Little Brown

I woke up in a pitch black room. Not a person or thing around me. I could feel and almost smell the damp air around me. I looked around, suprise that my vision could let me see in the dark. As I took a breath my lungs filled with a sweet smell. Raising my head in the direction, a faint beating followed. The beating became stronger and louder. Then I realized. I changed. There was something diffrent. I wasn't exactly me.

Sitting up, I noticed my surroundings. A small room with no windows and a door. The door was slightly ajar and a faint light showed. Standing up, I realized my body wasn't weak, but felt strong. I could feel the strength and power pulse through my veins. Suddenly my vision changed. I saw a small tavern, the bar look old and beat up just like the wooden stools next to it. Then my vision changed. An older boy, more like a man sitting on one of the stools. He tipped his hat to the small girl next to him. She seemed to familiar. The hat covered a mop of dirty blonde hair. Followed by a set of liquid carmel eyes. My eyes scanned his features. His smile, friendly and welcoming. The girl next to him came into view. That girl, was me.

At that moment I knew. I had to reach him. Something, was pulling me towards him. Before I knew it I was running out of the door. I didn't know where I was going but I kept running. Until I smelt it, that faint, rust and salt smell. Blood. My instincts told me to rush towards it. I couldn't fight it. Turning around I saw a man, more than a foot taller than me, standing in the hall. As he came closer my instincts grew more powerful. THe next moments flashed by me in a second. I couldn't fingure out what had happened to me. Then, I felt the wet, sticky blood dripping from my mouth. The salty sweet taste in my throat. The man laying down below me dead as I realized, I was a vampire.

I couldn't begin to remember how I got this way. My brain stuck with blanks and blanks again. I knew I had to find the stranger in my visions, That was the only way. I had to block out what I just did. Killed a man. Never again would I let that happened. But the thirst for blood, still lingered. Why had I become this? The sweet, pure girl gone wrong. Maybe my hope would lie in the stranger with the carmel eyes.