DISCLAIMER I OWN NOTHING BUT THE O/C EVERYTHING ELSE BELONGS TO STEPHENIE MEYER
RATED M MENTION OF VIOLENCE IN THE FIRST CHAPTER AND BECAUSE OF A SWEAR WORD LATER ON THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO PLEASE BE KIND WRITTEN JUST FOR FUN.
I PROMISE IT WONT BE AS GRUESOME AFTER THIS CHAPTER.
London, 1680
The streets were dark no life in the busy capital of England, everybody was in bed asleep all but one.
In a small house in the outskirts of London was a woman giving birth to a child, this was no ordinary child. After twelve long torturous hours the woman finally gave birth to a girl. This wasn't no ordinary child she had powers beyond anybodys imagination. She was the perfect weapon. With her blonde curly hair, big blue eyes with specks of gold in them that shimmerd in the sun and her dimpled cheeks. She was a vision of beauty. It wasn't long after she was born that her mother realised that she wouldn't use her powers to kill. Her mother tried to kill her by strangling her, stabbing her even whipping her until her entire back was covered in cuts. None of it seemed to work so she had her locked up and tortured till she agreed to use her powers for evil.
Five years later
Carlisle Cullen was walking through the streets of his hometown, pleased with himself that he could finally control his thirst ran into an old acquaintance whom he had met not long ofter his change Carlise: "alistair how good it is to see you again"
Alistair: " yes it's good to see you too carlisle, how have you been"
Carlisle: " im okay just a bit lonely thats all"
Alistair: "what happened to that young lady you were seeing before you left"
Carlisle: " im sure she's moved on by now"
Alistair: " perhaps you should pay her a vist."
Carlisle: " maybe i will, any way i must go now is was great seeing you again."
A few hours passed and carlisle soon found him self at the little house that he used to visit often years ago. He could hear blood curdling scream coming from inside, breaking down the door and running up the stairs he found the source of the screams. There stood the woman who he thought the might've loved all those years ago with a whip in one hand and steadying a small child on the bed with the other,
deep, long gashes on the childs back, blood oozing out. "what do you think you are doing" said carlisle. He pushed the woman out of the way and tended to the child putting her rags for clothes back on her and taking her downstairs.
He ran back up the stairs and repeated his question " what do you think that you are doing, you could've killed her, where is her father?"
The woman pointed to carlisle and said "There".