I do not own any of Stephanie Meyer's characters. If I did I would be rich and be relaxing on a cruise ship but I'm not. The only characters that belong to me are Calandra, Terrence, Jonathan, Andrea and any others that do not show up in the twilight saga.

Chapter 1: Field of memories

The trees cried under the weight of the morning dew, at least for those that retained their leaves. The others grasped around wildly, mourning their loss like the humans that shuffled beneath them. It was a small cemetery that hid in the shadow of the church and mountain that kept watch over it. Graves were placed with the usual care and planning of a toddling child. Some were only marked by a faded rock or by a small grassy mound.

The few people that visited hugged their coats and the little sliver of sunlight that managed to creep over the mountain. To these sorrowing humans, the cloaked caravan arriving was not an unusual sight. Only their gliding movement, like a black mist tumbling over the mounds and slipping past the graves, was unusual. Otherwise, just a painful reminder of how hard this year had been for the living.

But for one frail child, this was worse than anything that she had seen. She stared at them from a tree nestled toward the edge of the cemetery. She sat still partly because she hoped they wouldn't see her and by the fact she felt her body could not move. She had limped, and then dragged herself to this location. Her foot had been twisted badly in an earlier chase. She carefully grabbed a handful of the wet dirt and tried to use it to cover her wounds so they wouldn't smell it. It was a desperate and useless move. They already knew she was there.

The more muscular man of the group was shifting side to side more out of excitement than nerves, as they approached the girl. When they were close enough to the tree, they could hear the quick, shallow breath of the child.

"Poor little thing, she looks so cute!" A girl with fair skin, whiter than snow, chuckled. As soon as she spoke the child jumped and stumbled behind the dead willow's frozen trunk. Her hand had barely brushed the tree when silver flakes, almost like moths, appeared attaching themselves to the tree. As it spread, the first flakes peeled off revealing the petrified bark. In only a matter of seconds the willow tree had been devoured by the silver snow and stood petrified. The wind had blown softly but turned some of the gangly branches into dust. Any hope of reviving the tree was gone.

"Is that little monster still cute, Andrea? She can bring instant death by simply making contact with your skin. Now wear your gloves before I decide to take them from you and watch you die." The lean man, the apparent leader of the group, snapped. All of the cloaked people exchanged cold glances. This "simple" mission was taking a toll on everybody.

"You have to admit, Terrence, she is adorable. Oh, and how could you live without me? Always cooped up in your room trying to sleep like humans, without me you would be bored to death." Andrea sniggered. She had a point for once; there was something charming about the child's innocent looks.

She had to be at least four or five, with black hair, angled down from the back of her neck to her delicate collar bone. Bangs parted to both sides of her face hung above her eyes which were like small emeralds. If you looked into them hard enough you could see another world. One where everything hung in a balance that was just as delicate as she was. The inner machinations of this world swung like trapeze artists. Red islands that were almost black disrupted the green world. They dashed back and forth across the world accessing the situation. Her skin, that was not bruised and cut, was pale. The thin dress frock she wore took more away from her innocent looks with its tattered muddy hem and the prominent blood stains. A scar that reached from her left shoulder blade to her hip was visible from the tears in the sleeve and the waist of her dress when she turned around.

"Well it will be a great victory for vampires today. This is the last of those immortal children. Felix, Andrea are you ready? Be careful she has more powers than that." commanded Terrence.

Felix stopped fidgeting and smiled with an all too bubbly "yes". Andrea flashed a look of worry and then gave a sigh and a nod. She really didn't want fight this immortal child since it killed her one true love only two weeks ago.

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"Wait up, God, I can't run that fast!" yelled a lady. She was trying to keep up with her companion, a man her age with burnt auburn hair. He had to be at least a foot taller than her. With his long legs and speed, he easily out ran her. Although she was yelling, he never stopped. "JONATHAN, ARE YOU FRICKIN' DEAF!" Now her yelling had turned into an ear piercing scream. He paused, debating whether he wanted to face her wrath now or face it later when she would be twenty times angrier with him. His question was answered when he received a swift punch in his back.

"Ow! That hurt Andy, gosh I'm going to have a bruise for weeks!" he said in his usual sarcastic voice.

"Do you always have to be such a sarcastic jerk?" she choked out through her tears. At first, he felt sorry for her until he looked in her eyes and saw the smirking glint. Of course, she would use her acting skills to trick him into feeling guilty. Before she realized he saw through her façade, he shook her. "Aaaah! Okay okay! Stop shaking me! Put me down NOWWWWW." she screeched.

"Okay! Going down. No, actually, it's going up above the clouds." Before she could say another word, he tossed her up high into the air. She had to have at least gone up fifteen feet. For a few seconds she was scared, but then she relaxed reminding herself she couldn't die with him there. As fast as she was tossed, she found herself in his arms. How silly was she to think she could die? He was a vampire after all he would never let her fall. As they looked at each other, he slowly put her down and smiled.

"Isn't it beautiful Andy? Just imagine once you're turned we can live over there forever together."

But they didn't. He had let her fall after all the times he caught her. After he died the life in her died too. Everyone in the guard had thought that she had recovered, but that was only her ability. She hid her pain, everyday putting on an act. The tears she once pretended to cry were more than real. Though, now she couldn't cry physically, she could feel them tear her up. The only reason why she was this way was right in front of her. This immortal child, so small and fragile, yet it had taken two souls in one blow. This child had not hurt him. No, Jonathan wanted to protect it. When he died, he told her to make sure this child lived. Somehow, his will for this child lived on with her. This made her more miserable, as her instinct to kill this little monster while she felt a love like a mother to her daughter for this child.

"Andrea, don't daydream now."

Quickly Andrea snapped out of her daze to see Felix being flung to the ground. She panicked. Felix had never been flung. What surprised everyone was who had flung him. Yes this was an immortal child but she looked so weak. She was on her knees panting, a puddle of bile on the ground.

Andrea shivered at the sight of the disgusting puddle. How far was this going to go? Idiot. She knew when they talked to her what her purpose was. "Make the mission easy Andrea. We know how talented you are" they said. It was nothing but easy. Strangling a werewolf with a handkerchief was easier than this. Why were they trying to kill this kid? What had she done wrong? The fact this child was alive was her crime. Andrea started to hyperventilate, as if it was even possible.

"What's wrong Andrea?"

She looked up to see Terrence and another guard member were looking at her, panicked. She had to think fast to at least save this little girl's life for a bit longer.

"What are we doing? This is an immortal child! There's no way we'll be able to fulfill our mission without revealing ourselves!" There was a silent pause until it was interrupted by the quick breathing of the child.

"Well, I think Andrea's right for once." Felix sighed then smiled while he got up. There was a murmur of agreement. If Andrea's heart had been alive it would be pounding.

"So what do we do now? It's impossible to touch her without being killed. Unless… Andrea would you be able to convince her?" She had to laugh a bit silently. Terrence wanted her to use her power now. She had been using it all along. The power to convince anyone just by acting. Ever since she was born, she had been able to act well. When she turned into a vampire, it turned into the power of being able to act like something she wasn't. She could convince anyone of what she wasn't. This was her chance to save the child.

"I'll try." She said softly. Though, she was confident in her power she knew that the most powerful and talented vampires could see through it. She had never tried it on an immortal child.

She approached the kid slowly. The child did not run. All it did was stay there. "Hi, I'm sorry for what Felix tried to do to you. He just gets too excited when he meets a new member to our family"

The little girl just sat there and stared at Andrea with those piercing green eyes. She paused a few moments to check if her guard was down. It had lowered, but it wasn't at a trusting level. "Oh, you must be confused why I'm calling you family. The leader of our coven wants you to join us" Her eyes looked at Andrea with a skeptical look, then it turned harsh. She had seen through it.

Andrea panicked. She had to find a way to convince the little girl to go. With her instincts taking over, she grabbed the little girl's arm without her gloves and said "listen, Jonathan has wanted you to live. I can't explain it in detail, but you trusted him didn't you? I want you to trust me also. If you go with these people you won't be killed. Please just live." Like what happened with the tree the silver flakes traveled up Andy's arm. Andrea could almost see Jonathan's face. Smiling just like hat day in the field. A warm feeling filled her head. Something so nostalgic and delirious. She laughed not sure if it was because she was scared or euphoric.

Andrea looked up and saw an ebony crow sitting on the tree. The last thing she would see before she died.