Summary: What if there was a girl who looked like Edward? What if she was a student at Reneesme's new highschool? Emery is a mysterious 17 year old vampire who's lived been on her own for as long as she can remember. So what happens when she meets the Cullens? What if somehow Edward thought she was familiar, but can't figure out why? Is there more to her then people think? Read Another Life to find out.
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or any of the characters. But I do own Emery (Emerald).
Prologue
Year 1918
I licked my lips and sighed as I looked up at the hospital; the windows appeared dark and malicious as they glared down at me. For the past couple of months I'd been coming here to visit my mother and brother who were both gravely ill. Everyday I feared the worst as I walked through the entrance like I did now. Would they still be alive when I got to there rooms? Would I even be allowed into see them? When I'd first arrived here with them it had been my mother who was ill, my brother and I were taking her there to be treated, we had hopped with all our might that it was just a cold.
For you see the Spanish influenza had spread throughout Chicago, our hometown. Our own father had died of it a few months ago but now our mother laid in the back of the carriage her face ghostly white. We had taken her inside and it only took the doctors one look to say she'd been infected with the flu. My brother and I were devastated as we watched our mother be taken to one of the quarantined rooms. My brother had turned to me to tell me it was time to go when he'd collapsed to the floor in a coughing fit. I frowned as I watched him.
"Edward, please get yourself examined," I pleaded I couldn't have him sick too. He looked up at me and tried to smile.
"Relax Emery I'm fine," he said as he broke into another coughing fit. I frowned and looked around when I spotted a doctor. And what a doctor, he was tall and had blonde hair and the palest skin I'd ever seen. I walked over to him and tapped on his arm, he turned around to look at me I gasped as I looked up into a pair of piercing gold eyes. He smiled down at me.
"What can I do for you?" he asked.
"It's my brother. I think he's sick, we just brought our mother in, she has the flu and now I think he has it too, he's had coughing fits for a while," I said turning to look at my brother. The doctor followed my gaze then nodded.
"Yes he does look a little ill, we'll take him in," said the doctor. I nodded and followed the doctor as he walked over to my brother to help him to one of the rooms.
That had been months ago, now I walked towards the nurses' desk and a kind older woman smiled at me.
"What can I do for you miss," she asked.
"My name is Emerald Masen," I stated simply, "I'm here to see about my mother Elizabeth Masen and my brother Edward Masen." The nurse smiled and stood up from her seat she walked over to one of the file tables and searched through the different charts until she had found my mother's and brother's. She frowned as she looked over one of them then turned to look at me.
"Oh I'm so sorry dear," she said, "But it appears your…your mother passed away today. It says here she was in for the flu. I'm so sorry dear."
"What... no that can't be," I said my eyes filling with tears. No my mother just couldn't be dead she couldn't. I needed to see my brother. "What about Edward?" I asked my voice straining with tears. "Please ma'm can you tell me?" The nurse only nodded as she looked at my brother's chart.
"Well it says he's still in his room but he's under…" she started but I didn't hear the rest of what she said. I had turned to run down the hall to my brother's room a place I had only visited from outside the door. I began to panic as I approached it though the door was opened slightly, it was never opened. I arrived at his room and looked inside. Empty, the bed he'd laid in was empty. I opened the door the rest of the way and searched the room. Empty, I fell to my knees on the floor and began to cry hard. I was alone, I realized. My mother was dead and my brother was gone probably in the morgue with her. Some doctor probably had not mentioned that in the charts. The same nurse who'd told me about my mother had walked down the hall now and found me weeping.
"Miss you shouldn't be in a sick man's room," she said I cut her off before she could go on then by turning around and weeping into her nurse's uniform.
"He's gone," I cried.
"What?" said the nurse as she glanced into the room then looked back down at me a look of pity crossing her face as she understood. "Are you alone miss," she asked softly. I nodded.
"I am now," I said, "My parents are dead and my brother probably is too."
"Come on dear," she said helping me up, "We'll call Ms. Higgins." I frowned Ms. Higgins was the local orphanage owner, that's when I really realized that I was alone. I was only 16 and I had no one, nothing. I began to cry again as we walked down the nurses' station.
Author's note: Yes I know I said I wasn't going to put up a new story yet. But I really wanted to get this up and going I promise to update my other stories sometime this week though. Anyway PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!