Hi, so another fan fiction I deleted my other one as I have no wish to continue it. Okay so here it is.

Life,

Life I believe can be brought back to our kind in the form of our mates. The one person, vampire or werewolf you wait your life for. But sometimes even when you have found them there can still be a part of you missing.

200 years have passed since I left her. She was so many things to me, A friend when I needed fun, A teacher when life handed me problems I couldn't understand and A mother when I needed comfort from the hell of being what I am.
My family they know of her existence of course they do I don't keep secrets from them, but they would never accept her the way I did. She is not of our kind, she is a werewolf.

Bella Swan

Her name is a beacon it calls to me to revel in the comfort she once gave me from somet. My light in the dark. I have Esme a lover and I do love her with all my heart but Esme and Bella there the opposites and I needed both. Esme is my life, my soul and my reason for being but Bella well she will always have a small place in my heart.

My children are not as compassionate to their kind, I try to make them see that the werewolves are in fact more human than us but they will not see past the instincts that bind us. The hatred that is tuned into our bodies, they see only the wolf and not the person beneath the fur. Even I as a newborn in my years staying out of humanities way when I saw her for the first time I attacked her believing I would win that this was a threat.

That day I realised that the wolves were not to be feared. She showed me the vegetarian way of living, I tried to tell my children this but their faith in me can only go so far. Their instincts cloud their judgement and tell them to believe that the story is a lie or a joke.

I don't know if she's alive or not. Unfortunately after all these years I've given up hope. There is one way I could know for sure, she gave me something before she was captured and I ran it was a small white whistle.

The carvings on the whistle were so precise, it was carved into a wolf it was so detailed too I was actually in awe of it. She told me to use it if I got into trouble and made me promise to only use it when in trouble and those were her last words to me so I'm not about to break that promise.

Today it is November 16th 2010 200 years since she was captured, My family know of my depression on this day, Every year it is the same but they also know they are powerless to stop it. For that part of my heart will not heal until she has returned to me.