*Annabell's POV

  Where am I? Enveloped by darkness. Nothing unusual about that.

  "Hello?" Silehe strange part was... the darkness felt empty.

  I tried to walk. No sound. I felt myself moving and solid, ft ground underh my feet. It seemed that I was barefoot but the ground didn't feel cold nor warm as if I was standing on a solid air. It gave me little uling feeling. Where am I?

  "Anyone?" Silenot even a ti ey own voice gave me the impression of endless empty space. I was getting anxious. Walking faster and faster until I rinting, but still nothing. I couldn't hear even my own footsteps. Except for my voice, there was no sound whatsoever.

  I ran and ran but there was still nothing. My breathing was as slow and regur as if I was standing still. I stopped. It was like I never moved. I could not feel my body, except for the feeling that I stand on something solid and the rhythmic beating of my heart. I felt the beats but again, no sound.

  Where did I e from? Who... am I? I was missing something, desperately longing but what for, I didn't know.

  "My angel..." There came a different voice as if from far away from the unending nothingness and a spark of light appeared in front of me. Suddenly I wasn't able to move anymore but the light was soothing and I didn't have the slightest desire to move away from it. As if that light was what I longed for.

  The light started to get brighter, blinding me. Instinctively I closed my eyes. When I tried to open them again, I was in a sunlit field. It was familiar, somehow. I could feel strange weakness in my body, as if I was tired out by heavy exercise or something. I was holding a piece of paper but couldn't make out what was written on it. I just k's important and that I am waiting here for something... someone.

  Few moments passed by when I became aware of somebody watg me. Multiple somebody. Somehow I wasn't frightened, as if I was used to bat and I fought the enemy with ease when they finally charged in ohe enemy were people with cold and hard skin and crimson red eyes. I've seen such people before. I was sure of it.

  I fought them with ease... at first. However, there was so many. The tiredness I felt was starting to take its toll. My movements were slowly losing decisiveness, speed and what's more, power.

  I fought off oer another and ainfully aware that I'm nearing my limit. In the midst of all that, I had a f feeling that I protected somethio me. Even as I finally reached my limit a sharp pain on my neck when one of my attackers got a hold of me from behind. The sensation of my life being literally sucked out of my body still couldn't overpower the happiness of saving something precious.

  The pain was short. In a moment they released me and disappeared but my life kept slipping away heless. So this is the end regardless, huh. Before I drew what I knew was my st breath, I was enveloped in a loving embrabsp;

  "I 't lose you, my beloved. Stay with me..." I heard the voice I loved before darkness pulled me in again.

  I expected to return to the dark and endless emptiness. I was in darkness, but it wasy this time. Like I wasn't able to feel my body before, now I was aware of every st inch of it. It hurt. I was in so much pain. Starting with my head, ending with my feet.

  I felt something else beside the pain. My right hand was fortable. It was held by someone and apparently they held it to their face. The warmth of their skin was f in trast to what felt the rest of my body. I tried moving my thumb, caressing their cheek. I kheir soothing presence.

  "Annabell?" Gasped that person. I know this 's my name. And I know this voice... I realized that this person is what I was longing for in that empty space.

  "Yes?" I mao answer. My voice was weak and raspy. My throat dry.

  "Oh, thank goodness!" That dreamy voice excimed, their relief was evident.

  "Water..." I wasn't sure I'd get a full sente of myself unless I got to drink something first.

  "They gently helped me to lift my upper body enough to be able to drink from the cup they put to my lips. Their touch was gentle aremely careful. I still couldn't help but hiss at the pain that shot through my head when I lifted it.

  "I'm so sorry my love... I should have called Peter to stay with you while you waited for me." They apologized while I drank. Distress and guilt obvious in their voice.

  'Peter'... I know Peter... don't I? A memory of a guy who found me g on my boulder in forest came to me. Not just any guy. Peter was a vampire. Yes, I know Peter. He was trainih someone. ...Chris. Oh, how I miss Chris. How could someone kill such a strong vampire? That memory fused me. Why did I think Chris was a human?

  The man by my bed helped me to slowly y down again. "What are you thinking about, my angel?"

  "Who... are you?" I finally asked. I felt an undeniable e to him. His presence was like a lighthouse shining in the deepest night and I was a ship lost in darkness of the sea. But I couldn't recall any memory of him.

  "You... don't remember?" He sounded hurt. It made me want to embrace him but my left arm and right leg seemed to be fixed in something to stay immobile. Not to mention the pain every attempt to move caused me. "Carlisle!" The man called out for someone as I reached towards him and finding his cheek I caressed it again since I couldn't hug him. "Oh, angel..." I heard him breath out as he covered my hand with his, keeping it gently in pce.

  The pain I heard in his voice could be pared to the physical one I felt and it made me so sad tears rolled down my cheeks. "Please... don't cry." He whispered as he wiped my tears away with his free hand.

  "I know that I know you..." I started, slowly. "But I ot recall anything about you except for your voice... and how I feel about you." It was strao feel sly about someone I basically didn't know. I loved this man, with all my heart. I khat... but who was he?