My eyes shot open and from across the meadow, I could see a man standing there, staring back at me. I didn't hear a heartbeat - which meant he was like myself. I examined his appearance for a quick moment; he had untidy, bronze-colored hair and he looked to be my age. Although I assumed he was like me, I quickly noticed the different colors of our eyes. Mine was red, his was a strange ocher. "Hello." He called out in a musical voice. What if Bella Swan, ordinary mortal from Stephenie Meyer's Twilight, was already a part of the vampire world when she met the dazzling Edward Cullen?