Prologue
I was running away from my fate, my family who enjoyed my company, my coven. It was difficult not to love him, to adore him, to hug him tight, and to never let go. But I had to love this handsome vampire of mine. He was my soul mate, or at least, my mate in this world. I hate being an immortal vampire-being, who is related to the vampire Renesmee Cullen. It's difficult, but it is bearable for the time of being.
Well, perhaps I should introduce myself and my past. I am Phoenix Hale, who has had many name changes, of which I cannot remember. I'm an immortal vampire. I am the daughter of Alice and Jasper Whitlock. But I have powers, like some of my family. Of the eleven of us, seven of us have powers.
I had been given birth to by Alice. Vampires usually don't have children. I don't really know how I had been created, but I was, and it was extraordinary. I was actually born a human.
When I was four, I had been transmitted a disease. I can't say which, exactly, but I believe it was meningitis or pneumonia. Anyways, I was on the very brink of death. My mother couldn't bear to see me suffer no longer, and my father couldn't take the pain he had to feel because of me.
Alice begged my grandfather-Carlisle- to turn me into an immortal vampire. He sullenly agreed, but I had to suffer for a week, on my birthday. My fifth birthday, my last human one.
That was my biggest birthday present. The power to overcome the disease. I was only five years old at the time, obviously.
The pain went on like hell for days. Mom stayed by my side, as did my Dad. Of course, the torture subsided. I had become a vampire.
I didn't know I was taboo. I didn't know I shouldn't have even existed. All I knew was the little snug life I had previously owned.
That was all about to be turned upside down.
I am Phoenix Poseidon Whitlock Hale. And this is my story.