Prologe

At this moment, I was glad Edward couldn't read my mind, because my thoughts were definetly morbid. I chanced a glance at my so-called father, Peter. He had always been a brother/father figure to me and made sure I was well taken care of, which I didn't mind of. Ever since the Cullens had moved to this moody town, Forks, things had changed.

Peter and Charlotte had told me long ago that I was the prophecy. I was the one who would end this world and allow the Volturi to merge the humans with vampires, creating a war and many deaths. I was death. My real father was, as shocking as this must be, Satan, he created me as a human, but when you are attacked by a demon when you are only five years old, you may inhabit some of its powers. I was actually close to having a simple, human life, but demons just keep coming and coming. Vampires were immediately attracted to my sweet blood, which made them stronger in senses.

When I turn nineteen, someone was coming, something big, and I don't know if I'm ready.