Back when Edward was 17 during the Yellow Fever epidemic, he was walking past a field and saw a small child (three at most) with bright red hair picking a flower. He waved at her and she smiled and ran off to a small house in the field. He walked off, not worrying about the girl. Shortly after he came down with Yellow Fever, he had dreams about her and of him seeing her later in life. After he was changed he never thought of her again, until one day…
Set during Breaking Dawn!
Josephine Elizabeth Florence.
"Yumm-dida-ladie-yumm-dida-lie!" I sang as I skipped through the trees of Forks, Washington. I had been traveling for years, unsure of where to go, but for once; I had a mission and a set route!
"Humm-dida-bogiee-humm-dida-rye!" I had been going towards his house since four days ago, and was only an hour away from it. Him. I had no clue of his name, his age, and up until five days ago, I had been sure of only one thing: his death. But, for reasons unknown, he, too, had turned into one of the monsters, almost popping out of one of the many nightmare books that haunt the Earth.
"Yumm-dida-ladie-yumm-dida-lie!" A road seemed to pop out of nowhere, a small, broken road made of dirt and nearly hidden by trees. I followed it, still skipping, until it came out onto a meadow filled with soft, green grass. In the meadow, much like my first home, a house stood, much larger than my homely cottage had been in its wildest fancies.
"This looks fancy!" I thought and smiled. Skipping up to the house, I politely brushed off my travel worn dress, banged my shoes on the mat, and knocked on the door. Nearly immediately, it opened to a vampire with dirty bronze hair and level golden eyes, which stared at me in horror for a moment before some how recognizing me.
"You're…"
"Josephine Elizabeth Florence." I said. And then, thinking along the lines of a joke, "If it so does people you." I guessed that was the wrong thing to say. Immediately, he pulled me inside and slammed the door.
"How are you…why are you…where do I remember you from?" He asked finally.
"You met me, once. I was in a field. There was a cottage. I guess you were hunting or wandering in the woods. I was picking flowers for my mum, but she was dying. I wanted to show you, so I ran off hoping you would come. But you never did. And then she died and you never came back." I said. His eyes, though sharp still, seemed to dull from the memory.
"Yes, yes, I vaguely remember a small girl, but…that was you?" I smiled and nodded. Did I mention? I haven't really grown since that day. I had been three before. Now I am 85. But only on the inside. On the outside, I am still three.
"You're a Child Vampire. You should have been-" He caught himself, but I just smiled away.
"I should have been killed. I know. But it only took me about 30 years to stop the maniac-stuff. I have almost as good control as any grown vampire! I'm sure of it. And I can go a whole day without drinking and still not attack. Even the Volturi let me stay a vampire, when they saw how controlled I had become. They wanted me, of course, but I turned them down. I wanted to roam-" I stopped myself before I blabbed too much. Edward was just nodding and nodding and nodding and-
"Edward? Who was it?" A female voice drifted down from the upstairs. "Was it Jake?" A slim figure walked down, straight black hair in a halo around her face. A blonde vampire followed her, a male, with a hand entwined with hers.
"Who is that?" Jasper asked.
"I'm-" I began. But a loud snarl stopped me in my tracks. A big, bulky vampire stood in the doorway behind me, with a blonde vampire right behind her. He had been the one that growled.
"Let's settle dow-" I began again, only to be cut off by another rude growl and a hiss from the woman.
"Edward! What have you done?" The male one asked.
"Emmett! Calm down, she isn't what you think-" but before he could finished, the male, Emmett, grabbed me and threw me into the wall. It didn't hurt, but the action and ferocious behind it frightened me, and I backed up into a corner, sat down, and folded in on myself, making my body as small as possible.
"Emmett! Let Edward speak!" Another two vampires, a blonde and brown haired, had walked into the mess from an adjoining room, and they held the air of importance.
"Why? Do you not see her? The abomination?"
"I see her. Let him speak." Edward told them everything I had said, including about the Volturi, and as soon as he was done everyone relaxed. But me.
"Josephine? Come here, it's alright now. Emmett and Rose won't hurt you, and neither will anyone else." Edward said softly, but I shook my head and buried myself deeper into the corner.
"Josephine I am really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you-" Emmett began, but a hard jab from the blonde one beside him shut him up.
"Don't lie to her."
"I wasn't-"
"Yes, you were-"
"No,-"
"Emmett? Rose?" Edward said again. They shut up for good that time.
"I'm not scared, anymore." I said and got up. They all let out a sigh. "I'm just … nervous. That's all." I said and smiled.
"Oh, adorable!" The black haired one said and walked over to me. She bent down, took my hands, and said "I'm Alice, and that over there-" She nodded toward the blonde vampire she had walked down with, "is my husband, Jasper. That's Edward, you seem to know him." I nodded, and she smiled.
"I met Edward a long time ago." I told her.
"Yes, I would like to hear that story," the other vampire with blonde hair, not Rose and not Jasper, said. "I'm Carlisle, and this is my wife, Esme. Over there is Emmett and Rose. And that's everyone but Bella!" I nodded, understanding.
"What's your name again?" Rose asked.
"Josephine." I said and she smiled.
"That's a beautiful name."
"Thanks." I felt right at home already. And no, it was not because there was a Josephine-sized-hole-in-the-wall. Not at all.
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