The Newest Cullen; Chapter One

Regret is a strange thing; it could hit you like an A-bomb as soon as you realize you did something wrong, or it could slowly come to you as the days, weeks, or even months pass by. Right now, I regret one thing in particular. Victoria.1

I know you're not supposed to regret someone who saved your life, but the purpose of my rescue makes me wish I had been left there in that alleyway. It was darker that night months ago when I was walking in downtown Seattle, It must have been at least midnight when I took a shortcut down an alley to get home. The strange noises were my signal to turn around, but then I was never very good at puting two and two together, and before I knew it I was laying on the ground, my wallet gone and losing buckets of blood from my arm. Mugged.2

It was a little while after when I saw them. There were at least three others, I couldn't make out the others faces, they were too far away from me, but I did see her, a fox-like woman with fiery red hair. At first I thought I was seeing an angel, but then she bent over me, and bit my now useless arm. I must have blacked out then, because I don't remember anything else but the immense, burning pain that started in my arm and spread throughout my whole body.3

While I was blacked out, it was as if my mind was working, but my body wasn't, because I could hear what the others were saying, but I couldn't move.4

"Why did you even bother with this one, Victoria?" a male voice said.5

"Because we need more recruits, Mark." the one called Victoria answered coolly.6

"But why this little weakling, surely we could've found someone with some muscle." the one called Mark ridiculed.7

"Muscle is not everything." Victoria hissed, then I felt an icy cold hand stroke my forehead. "Besides, this one has a talent, I can tell." 8

It was a few hours later when I awoke, it was very dark in that room, though I could see suprisingly well. What I remember was my throat being as rough and dry as sandpaper as I stood up. 9

'Was all that a dream?' I wondered, 'no, dreams don't hurt that much'. While I was walking towards the door, I passed a mirror and couldn't believe who was staring back at me. This boy had my dusky brown hair and gangly build, even my piercing in my right ear. What I didn't recognize were the eyes; mine were icy blue, at least they were. Staring back at me was a boy with eyes of crimson red.