Disclaimer: I DID NOT WRITE THE FIRST 4 CHAPTERS. I HAVE POSTED THEM HERE BUT I DID NOT WRITE THEM!!
This is a sequal so I will give you the link to the first story , though i must warn you its on deviant art and if your not farmilliar with it youll have to go suck a shoe or find somenone who is and get them to navigate it. So, here it is:
wolfigirli./art/Twilight-A-future-80807471 That is the first chapter, all the others are in the authors galerie.
Twilight: Generation 2
first four chapters are not by me
Prologue
Anabella's POV
"MASON!" I screamed as I ran through one of the corridores of our castlesque house. "MASON! I'm not joking! Where the heck are you?!" My red hair flounced around me as I started to slow to a jog as I neared his room. "I KNOW YOU HAVE IT! GIVE IT BACK!" I heard laughter from behind the locked door.
"What's the problem, Ana?" I wirled around to see my father. His red hair, so like mine, was unusually tidy and he was wearing a suit. He looked tense. He and my mother were having dinner with my grandparents and aunts and uncles, something they were doing more and more lately.
"Mason stole my diary!" He grinned and I stomped my foot, "That is PRIVATE!"
He sighed and knocked on the door gently, "Mason, give it back or I'll sick your mother on you."
The door swung open and my twin brother shoved the little leather bound notebook into my hands. We looked hardly anything alike. I was short with our father's red hair and green eyes, while he was tall with our mother's brown hair and eyes, though I had our mother's lips, and he had our father's.
He even had my father's charactoristic half-grin plastered on his face at the moment. "Oh no, not mom." he chuckled, then turned to my father, "Remind the guys of our party week after next!"
Our aunts and uncles were really more like our best freinds. We were homeschooled, and they were all, straingly, around our age. And speaking of age, that 'Party' Mason was talking about, happened to be our Eighteenth Birthday Party.
It never really occured to me that ALL our family was around our age, even our parents. Even our Grandparents! Nope, to us, it was the epitamy of normal. Because it was how we had grown up.
My father standing in front of me was, yeah you guessed it, Seventeen. Our mother was Eighteen. How you ask, I didn't know. I had never knew. I was only now beginning to realize it. If fact, that had been the contents of that diary. My suspicions as to why my parents still look the same way they had my entire life. And the same goes for the rest of our family. My parents (Bella and Edward Cullen), our aunts (Rosalie and Alice), our uncles (Jasper and Emmett), and our grandparents (Esme and Carlisle).
It wasn't like we were stupid, we had just hardly ever been out of our castle. There was no need to leave. Our parents schooled us, having no other job, and we learned what culture we knew from TV and the internet.
It had been about a month earlier when it had occured to me that all these parents you see on tv are OLD! like REALLY OLD. Like fourty or so...
So why were mine still in their teens?
Chapter 1
Anabella's POV
I sat in one of the studies, my favorite place. I was staring down at my hands. They were so cold. I rubbed them together to create friction. It didn't work. Even the huge fire across from me didn't help.
This had been happening for a few days. Parts of my body started freezing, and nothing I did could warm them. They would get so cold they burnt, and I felt like I was lighting on fire, then it would just stop.
I was scared. What if I was sick? Anemia could cause cold extremities. So could low blood sugar, which was the most likely because, here lately, I just wasn't ever hungry. Could I be becoming Anorexic without knowing it? was that possible? What did I know?! I wasn't allowed out of this God forsaken castle!
Oh, and anouther thing that was changing about me, I was having MAJOR mood swings. I was seventeen, I had already started my period. I was THROUGH puberty! Why the heck was this happening to me again?!
"You know, you may be on to something, Sis." I jumped as I heard Mason's voice from behind me. How did he sneek up on me?! I looked back at him and his face was solumn.
"What are you talking about?" I asked grumpily.
"I read your little diary. I think your right about mom and dad. There's something up. They still look the same way I remember them when we were three! And They never eat. I've watched enough televion to know that that isn't normal!" He walked over to me, "And I've been doing things...I can run...really fast. Like, super fast. And REALLY quietly. And the other day, I dropped a knife in the kitchen, and grabbed it right out of the air! ANd get this, It didn't even scratch me! What am I supposed to think about that?"
I stared at him for a moment, "My skin is always cold, and the other day, I walked past a window that Mom had forgotten to close even though it was sunny, and my skin...It...sparkled...like glitter! And why does mom close the windows anyway? None of the moms on TV do that!"
"I don't really kow. I've never thought about it...But I have anouther problem...I can't sleep..."
I thought about that for a moment, "YOu know what? I haven't been either...I thought it was just stress from trying to figure this out..."
"Well..." my twin brother sat down on the arm of my chair, facing away from me, "Why don't we ask them? They've never lied to us as far as I know...They are better parents than any I've ever seen on TV...They'd probably just tell us..."
"No, I don't think we should...Let's wait to see if it all just goes away...It probably will..."
Chapter 2
Bella's POV
It was a quick run. We were meeting up at Alice and Jasper's place, which was only a few hundred miles from our place. We were the last to arrive and I hugged Alice, Esme, and Rose (Whom I have grown remarkably close to in the last eighteen years) and everyone welcomed me the same as Edward, as if I were just as much a member of the family as everyone else. Which, I guess now I was, but it never ceased to give me that warm feeling, well figuratively at least. I'd never be warm again.
Which of course that was the reason for the meeting, except now it was my children going through this, not me.
"They are starting to change already." I whispered, staring at my father, I mean Carlisle, for direction, "Isn't it a bit soon?" I felt so empty. They weren't my delicate little babies. They were almost as indistructable as us now.
"No, Alice said from the beginning it would happen around their eighteenth birthdays. And that makes sense, that's the age of maturity...When do you plan to tell them?"
Tell them? Tell them that their parent are monsters, and soon they will be too? Tell them that they will never get old, never get married and have babies, never die. Tell them they don't have any choice in the matter?
I have been putting it off for years and years, but now I couldn't wait any longer. Time had run out.
I was already seeing the changes. They were almost fully vampires now. I wondered how they still had no idea. "When will the changes be over?" I turned to Alice as I took a seat on the couch.
She sat down on the one opposite me, "When they make thier first kill. Drink their first blood. But, They will already be too far gone to stop it. All we can do is take them somewhere they can find only animals."
"But when?" I asked, placing my head in my hands.
"On thier birthday. That's when they will start to feel the thirst. It won't be bad at first, but it will get bad fast. By midnight they will be ravenous and attack the town outside the castle."
Chapter 3
Mason's POV
I stood in the hallway outside my bedroom. My little sister looked at me with her big timid blue eyes. "Ok, I'm gonna run now, don't blink." I gulped. Doing this scared me. Ever since I had discovered it, almost a week ago, I'd been doing it as often as I had a moment to myself, just to prove to myself I could. At first I had thought I was going crazy, but then I had discovered Ana was doing things too.
I lifted my foot and off I went. In the time it takes to blink, I was at the end of the hall. I turned around and went back the same way.
Ana stared at me in amazement and fear. "H-how...?" she stuttered.
"I don't know." I answered, looking down at my feet, "I just think about freedom, and start running...and that happens. You try."
"Me?" she thought about that as I nodded. "Okay..." Suddenly, she squished her eyes shut and took off. Only, she didn't move any quicker than usual. She just looked rediculous, running down the hall with her eyes shut. Untill she ran into the door at the end.
I laughed as she rubbed her forehead. "I don't think you did it right."
"Not my fault." she grumbled sulkingly. "show me the trick with the knife."
"It's not a trick." I snapped. I walked into my bedroom and grabbed the very same kitchen knife. I had kept it to examine it. To prove to myself that there wasn't some other explanation. I had tried to cut various other things with it. It had sliced right through a pair of socks, a pair of blue jeans, even one of my old leather belts. Yet it failed to scratch me at all.
I walked back out and showed it to Ana. She took it from me and examined it. I told her about all that it had cut through. She handed it back, "show me." she stated again.
I took it and pressed the tip to my wrist, right over those veins. I pressed down hard and then jerked it back quickly, in a way that should have slit my wrist and delivered an almost absolute death blow. My sister gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.
I held up my perfect wrist. Whole, unscathed. Unwounded.
Her eyes bulged, "Give me." she held out her hand for it.
"Don't do anything that could cause alot of damage, we don't know if you're the same way..." I requested nervously before placing the deadly weapon in her hand.
She slowly closed it, then slowly her grip got tighter and tighter.
Suddenly she gasped as her fist sunk around the blade. I gasped too, reaching out to grab her hand.
She opened it in my bigger one and I was both amazed and frightened by what I saw.
The once almost indistructable, stainless steal, razor sharp blade was now nothing but silver dust in my twin sister's tiny feminine fist.
Chapter 4
Anabella's POV
HOW THE HECK?!
I stared at the silvery dust still in my shaking palm. DUST! That was all that was left of that razorsharp steak knife.
"Ana?" Mason asked uncertainly.
I was speachless. What was there to say? I had just crushed solid metal into dust with my bare hands. That was all. No big.
I felt my breathing excellerating, but I was powerless to stop it.
"Ana?" Mason put his hands on my thin shoulders and shook slightly, "Ana, snap out of it."
"But..." I looked up to him and he looked worried, "yeah, ok, sorry." I mumbled and let the silver dust slide out of my hand onto the floor, then dusted them off on my pj shorts. "So what does all this mean?"
He sighed heavily, "I don't know. I guess it means there's something Mom and Dad have been lying about. Or just not telling us. Whether to save their own butts or to protect us, I don't know. But I plan to figure it out."
"I don't really see them hiding something from us unless it was for our own good..." Our parents, however strange, had been nothing if not perfect to us our entire lives. It felt strainge accusing them of keeping something from us.
"Yea, or maybe they don't know...about us, I mean...Maybe we're becoming whatever they are, only they don't know...like whatever is wrong with them, whatever is keeping them from aging, isn't supposed to be hereditary?"
"Okay, but then how have we been aging for eighteen years? And what's with all the super speed and super strength and your cold feet?"
I laughed. Cold feet. Okay, we don't get out much, therefore, we don't have to best senses of humor. "And the fact that I glitter."
"Oh yeah. I wonder if I do too..." He looked over at the closed window down the hall.
"I think the sun has to be shining...Otherwise, mom would keep them closed all the time." I explained.
"Oh." He looked disappointed, "Well, the next time the sun is shining then..."
"Yeah..." I nodded, "But we'd better get to bed, or at least our rooms, before Mom and Dad get home."
He just nodded, then disapeared into his room again. Literally disappeared. This super speed thing was going to get annoying.
A/N: Yah so... those arent by me, but ill do my best with the story, although i may come to a block and someone may have to take it over...Oh well, well see when the time comes...