I don't own twilight. (Yet) *sigh* but I do own all the other characters that I make up ^.^ You know the drill, R&+R or I'll eat you, because I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE! =D
Emm.
Prologue
I'm Kathee Imogen McCarty, and I'm a monster.
Never noticed, never cared for, and never loved. That is how I have lived for the past seventy-three years. As a monstrosity, a vile creature, a murderer. I am shocked that I am yet to be engulfed in the fiery pits of Hell. Unless I am already here. I do not deserve this. In my human life I followed the words of God as much as possible, but I have sinned an unbearable amount in my vampire life.
I had been human once though…
73 years ago…
"Emmett, get back here! It's not safe out here, especially at this time of year! Mom will kill you for being this late for dinner!" It was useless. He was nowhere to be seen. The sun was about to set, only a few minutes of those rich sunset colours, left. Not that I could see much of those colours anyway, the leaves above were blocking most the minuscule light. The forest was dense with trees, bushes, boulders and goodness knows what else. My route was made even more difficult because I could barely make out anything further than two metres away, and the stupid fact that I can't walk across a flat surface without finding something to trip over –in broad daylight, in the dark I was doomed-. This situation was so frustrating! The worst thing about all of this was that my brother could be lying somewhere already dead or close to it.
The idiot decided to go fishing in his favourite spot, way too close to the cave where all the irritable grizzlies live! I knew that mom was getting worried so I set out to drag him back home. I instantly knew that something was up when I reached the stream… his favourite fishing rod was floating slowly down the stream… and there was a pool of blood only a few steps away.
I followed the trail leading away from the clearing hoping to find Emmett at least slightly alive. At the end of the trail, in another clearing about half a mile away, I found nothing. Well, except a dead grizzly. A giant. Dead. Grizzly.
But no Emmett. No sign of him either. Nada. Zilch. Almost as if he had vanished off the face of the Earth. I didn't know where I was, or where he was either. But I couldn't just leave, because he can't have just disappeared. So I walked in a random direction calling for him.
So there I was, stumbling my way through the forest, still not giving up on my hopes. It was completely dark now, the shadows making everything darker still. I was scared, terrified even, but not for myself. For my brother.
Hours later, I refused to stop even though my throat felt rougher than sandpaper, even though my legs protested against every step, even though I could feel the cold air through my thick clothing. I couldn't give up, I just couldn't. Every single memory I had also had Emmett –the best brother in the world- in them too. Even though there is a minute age difference of three years between us, I always felt like a little kid again when I was around him.
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I recalled all of those times, all of the laughs, the jokes, the games. These memories were the only fuel forcing me to charge ahead –even if the pace of my charging was excruciatingly slow.
I eventually ventured closer to the mountain looking for a cave or something big enough to sleep in. Boy was I in for a rough night.
Back then I didn't know how right that sentence became.
Finally giving up -for the night anyway-, I lay in a little cave hugging my knees to store what little body heat I had left. The only thing that kept me away from the comatose state I so desperately wanted to be in was my angrily complaining stomach. Right at that moment I couldn't give two hoots about anything except for some type of sleep or for some of mom's home-made bread and some water. And Emmett of course.
This is where my humanity ended for good. Though it definitely was not good.
I was barely aware of anything at that moment, let alone the stone cold, vice-like grip holding me in an odd embrace, crushing me to his chest. He must have come in through the only entrance to my right, because he was crushing me sideways. I know that I should have looked up to get a look at his face, but I was too shocked at the time. By this point I was fully awake yet I was only aware of those pale white, stone cold arms around me. After a few minutes spent in this embrace he removed the arm from around my knees and brushed my long chestnut hair away from my neck.
He sniffed my neck, made an odd 'mm' sound as though he liked what he smelt. He then turned me so that my shoulders rested against his chest, and tilted my head to expose my neck even more.
Then, he bit me.
He then had the cheek to bit the other side of my neck, as well.
I'm gonna kill that BASTARD. Someday.
