Perfect Tragedy

"There are things that we never want to let go of, people we never want to leave behind. But keep in mind that letting go isn't the end of the world, it's the beginning of a new life." -Anonymous


Chapter 1

The moon was full. This night, was a night of difference. Things were quieting yet eerie. It was frightening to a human. They do not like to be alone on such nights. A night that made the moon blush a deep crimson. It set everything apart. From the scenery to the homes, something was not right and it was nothing ordinary. In the distance, a man carried a baby and ran for dear life.

It was a girl. What had he intented to run from? The Volturri that is. This child is half-vampire and half-miko. The man is full of fright. He did not want his only daughter to be killed by a bunch of monsters. He knew that he had to hide her, away from the men that wanted her dead. He would protect her with anything and everything that he had to give. He smiled when he looked down at the young girl, the child that was his and his alone.

Kagome is what they named her. She was so special to him. He drew a line in the sand and thought about never coming back to see her. He wanted her to be safe. There was nothing that was going to holding him back from that. She was his only child and the only one he wanted to have. He hadn't chosen to become a vampire. He was forced. It was a close friend that had turned him but only because it was to save him.

Carlisle was an old friend but he could not raise a baby, at least not one of this character. He wanted to shield his child from vampire society for all of her life. If he could have his way, but he knew that he couldn't. She would find some way to tangle in with vampires. Just as her mother had. He was the same, but he was changed into one. Not born one. She would be immortal for all of her life, even though she was part human.

He looked down at the little baby that he held in his arms. He loved her so much. She looked liked a combination of him and his lover, her mother. She had her mother's nose, and his eyes. The eyes were of a blue-gray color and seemed to look silver in the night. Just the way his did. He had that thing about him: Charm, manners, respect, accountability, and responsibility. That was lured the girls mother to him. The human that he had come to love died giving birth to her. But he could neither hate her nor blame her for it. It had been a difficult pregnancy after-all.

He ran as quickly as he possibly could go. He looked at the homes that were closest to him. He wanted nothing more than to find a home for his tiny daughter, for her to be happy and grow up in. A home where there was no violence, no vampires and certainly no werewolves. He did not even want her to tangle with the werewolves of La Push, for the fear of her being killed or eaten. It was one of the fears that he had for his daughter. He had many fears. One was that the Volturri was going to find her and kill her, for her to be killed by a random person. So many things gripped at his heart. But was he just going to have to get over that and move on with his life.

In one house, he saw an old woman. She looked peaceful but she would not due. He didn't want the woman to die on his daughter if she were to live with the elderly woman. He looked into another home, he saw a single mother. She looked pretty young to be a mother but he continued to look on and noticed that she was living on her own and that she was a teenager. So he left that house behind and moved onto another. But this time there was a twenty year-old man inside this house, holding a baby daughter and laughing and playing with the baby.

He had finally found a home for itty-bitty daughter. She wasn't going to be alone. She would have a father to love and care for her, a father who was not he. But this man and his family would equally love her. He hope that she had a good life and prayed tat they wouldn't give her to an orphanage. He wouldn't know because he was going to leave her there and never come back.

He took the basket that he was carrying around his neck and set it down in front of the door and sat it down. He took the letter from his pocket and held it in one hand. He placed her into the basket as best he could. The child clutched his finger and started to cry. As if she knew what was going to happen. He began to cry and quickly placed the letter inside of the basket and ran away.

He was going to leave the only thing he had ever loved behind and he had good cause. Before he could truly run away, he looked back at the door. He watched as the man from before opened the door and looked down at the crying child. The man looked at the child strangely. He took his hand and began to rub the back of his hand and still stared at his daughter.

The man cautiously picked up his daughter and brought her into his home. As the last tear dropped down his face, he smiled. His one and only daughter was going to have a home and was going to be able to be happy as last. That was the only thought that went through his mind at that very second. He could never forget this night, the night that his only daughter was given a second chance.

The moon was full, this night, was a night of difference. Things were quieting yet eerie. It was frightening to a human. We do not like to be alone on such nights. A night that made the moon blush a deep crimson. It set everything apart. From the scenery to the homes, something was not right and it was nothing ordinary. In the distance, a man carried a baby and ran for dear life.

It was a girl but what was he running from? The Volturri that is. This child is half-vampire and half-miko. The man is full of fright. He did not want his only daughter to be killed by a bunch of monsters. He knew that he had to hide her, away from the men that wanted her dead. He would protect her with everything that he had to give. He smiled when he looked down at the young girl, the child that was his and his alone.

Kagome is what they named her. She was so special to him. He drew a line in the sand and thought about never coming back to see her. He wanted her to be safe. There was nothing that was going to holding him back from that. She was his only child and the only one he wanted to have. He hadn't chosen to become a vampire he was forced. It was a close friend that had turned him but only because it was to save him.

Carlisle was an old friend but he could not raise a baby, at least not one of this character. He wanted to shield his child from vampire society for all of her life, if he could have his way, but he knew that he couldn't. She would find some way to tangle in with vampires. Just as he mother had. He was the same creature, but he was changed into one. Not born one. She would be immortal for all of her life, even though she was part human.

He looked down at the little baby that he held in his arms. He loved her so much. She looked liked a combination of him and his lover, her mother. She had her mother's nose, and his eyes. Her eyes were of a blue-grey color and seemed to look silver in the night. Just the way his did. He had that 'thing' about him: Charm, manners, respect, accountability, and responsibility. That was lured the girls' mother to him. The human that he had come to love that died giving birth to her. But he could neither hate her nor blame her for it. It had been a difficult pregnancy after all.

He ran as quickly as he possibly could. He looked at the homes that were closest to him. He wanted nothing more than to find a home for his tiny daughter, for her to be happy and grow up in. A home where there was no violence, no vampires and certainly no werewolves. He did not even want her to tangle with the werewolves of La Push, for the fear of her being killed or eaten.

It was one of the fears that he had for his daughter. He had many fears. One was that the Volturri was going to find her and kill her; for her to be killed by a random person. So many things gripped at his heart. But was he just going to have to get over that and move on with his life.

In one house, he saw an old woman. She looked peaceful but she would not due. He didn't want the woman to die on his daughter if she were to live with the elderly woman. He looked into another home, he saw a single mother. She looked pretty young to be a mother but he continued to look on and noticed that she was living on her own and that she was a teenager. So he left that house behind and moved onto another. But this time there was a twenty year-old man inside this house, holding a baby daughter and laughing and playing with the baby.

He had finally found a home for his itty-bitty daughter. She wasn't going to be alone. She would have a father to love and care for her, a father who was not him. But this man and his family would equally love her. He hope that she had a good life and prayed tat they wouldn't give her to an orphanage. He wouldn't know because he was going to leave her there and never come back.

He took the basket that he was carrying around his neck and set it down in front of the door and sat it down. He took the letter from his pocket and held it in one hand. He placed her into the basket as best he could. The child clutched his finger and started to cry. It was as if she knew what was going to happen. He began to cry and quickly placed the letter inside of the basket and ran away.

He was going to leave the only thing he had ever loved behind and he had good cause. Before he could truly run away, he looked back at the door. He watched as the man from before opened the door and looked down at the crying child. The man looked at the child strangely. He took his hand and began to rub the back of his hand and still stared at his daughter.

The man cautiously picked up his daughter and brought her into his home. As the last tear dropped down his face, he smiled. His one and only daughter was going to have a home and was going to be able to be happy as last. That was the only thought that went through his mind at that very second. He could never forget this night, the night that his only daughter was given a second chance.


A/N: I am re-editing this story in hopes to update later on today. I shall finish what I have started. Your reviews are appreciated.

S.K.P.