So its been almost a year since I've written anything on Fanfiction and since then my writing has become better and I believe I'm going to be very proud of my stories coming up. I hope you enjoy this story and you find it interesting. Also I need a Beta who is also very comfortable writing sex scenes, I've tried writing them in the past and they're just not my forte! So enjoy the story!
Growing up you take everything for granted, as a child you are protected from the harsh reality called life. A time where you're loved unconditionally and you don't regret anything. All you see is good and bad, there nothing in between. It's hard to remember a good time when you grow up in a world filled with vamps. Since I was little I always had a reoccurring dream I was never able to understand, but it always felt so real.
It always started off as me when I was only a year or two old my mother would always put me in my crib when she was talking with her friends and I would always start crying but she would come and get me. I would scream and cry when suddenly a blonde man would come in my room out of nowhere. He would lean over my crib and gently soothed me. He would ways pick me up and change me or feed me then he would sit in the rocking chair and just whisper little things in my ear while I feel asleep.
Tonight's dream was different and it slightly scared me.
My mother put me in my crib and just left me there, after a while I started to scream. Suddenly the man came in and picked me up out of the crib and started to rock me which quickly calmed me down. He sat me back down in my crib and went to my closet I grabbed onto the bars of the crib and pulled myself up and watched him. He packed almost my whole closet into a suit case I had never seen, he came over and picked me up and changed me in a puffy jackets and long pants with boots, hats and socks. He would pick me up and go to the window before jumping out. He shot off into the forest behind my house and just kept going.
I woke up and I was in a room that was a muted purple and white, I was laying in the most comfortable crib and the blonde haired man was standing over me. There was a loud slam and multiple yells, he looked down at me and kissed my cheek before biting into my neck.
My eyes shot open when I heard my parents yelling, I sat up and saw it was 3 am. My mom barged into my room and looked at me with cold hard eyes.
"Get up, we have to leave." I knew she meant that our scent was most likely about to be picked up. I got up and slipped on my boots and hoodie and packed all I could fit in a pillow case.
I looked out the broken, dirty window and saw my parents starting up the car. I took a deep breath before throwing my elbow into the glass shattering it. I threw my stuff down into the car before hoisting myself out of the window. I looked to my left when I heard tree sticks snap and I suddenly saw a pair or blood red eyes. I gasped before jumping off the roof, I bent my knees and landed on the ground with a hard thud. My parents had already taken off, I took off running for the car, but the car was going too fast. I stopped when I could barely see the car in the horizon. I grasped my stomach to try and massage the cramps I felt the wind pick up I looked up and saw multiple figures come from out of the trees, I straightened and started to back up but suddenly they came out and started to circle me. My hair whipped every which way and I started to scream as they got closer.
I looked up and saw a figure come out, a man with brown hair and suddenly hundreds more stepped up behind him. I knew then I had no chance to survive I curled up on the ground freezing. When suddenly all of the vamps. stopped. I looked up and saw all of them dead around me. I looked up and saw all the vampires standing around me. I started to scramble away from them kicking up dirt and grass, they all just continued to look at me. Suddenly everyone parted down the middle and three figures came forward. A women who looked to be in her early twenties she had long, straight bleach blonde hair, the man next to her had golden brown hair and strong facial features and in the middle was a blonde man who looked handsome with softer facial features than the other man, he was built but not too big and it was obvious he was the leader. They kept walking until they were only a little bit always from me. The blonde haired man stepped closer to me before crouching next to me.
He took a deep breath and smiled before grabbing my chin and tilting it to the side; he pulled my hair to the side. He traced the scar on the side of my neck which made me shiver. He pulled back and let go of my chin. He waved the women forward; she smiled at me before pulling me up. She grabbed my face and looked me dead in the eyes. I suddenly felt very weak; I started to sway before collapsing. I felt someone catch me before I hit the ground.
3 Days Later
I woke up in a white room with a cold towel over my head. I sat up and groaned before taking off the cloth. I looked down and saw I was dressed in black shorts and a plain white shirt. I pushed the covers back and looked around the room. I saw a mirror on the other side of the room and I saw my reflection after sleeping for what felt like days I still looked presentable. My brown hair was brushed out and fell in gentle waves around my face and I smelled fresh, I knew someone had been bathing me and brushing my hair and I hoped it was a girl. I got out of the bed and grabbed onto the side of the bed, my legs were wobbly from not being used in days.
I saw three doors in the room, one of them was open and it was a beautiful, large bathroom while the others were a mystery. I walked to the nearest one and pealed inside, I was stunned to see rows of clothes stacked to the top, shirts, dresses,underwear,bags. It had everything any other girl would wish for except for me, I didn't understand the need for all this glamorous stuff when a girl like me would never be able to wear any of it. I walked to the other door and gently opened it, I saw a long hallway that had an expensive carpet lining it all the way down the stairs. I walked out of the room and slowly walked to the banister. Looking down to the bottom floor I saw a light wood floor with painting and sculptures, I was stunned by the expensive furniture and just the beauty the room held. I slowly walked to the stairs, gliding my hand down the smooth wood banister.
I walked down the spiral stairs and took in the whole room, to the left there was an arch which lead to the kitchen and to the right was the living room. I looked between the two areas before I look over my shoulder and see a hallway behind the stairs, I walk down the hall until I get to the end of it and find a thick, large wood door. I reach out for the handle, the cold metal feeling refreshing on my hot,sweaty hand. I open the door and see a beautiful office with dark wood features. The main focus was the cherry wood desk which held computers and folders; the room was lined with hundreds of books.
I looked in the corner of the room and saw a velvet couch, walking over I sit down on the soft, rich velvet. I lie on my back and just look up at the ceiling, their was a beautiful mural painted. It was multiple pictures of the same woman in her life stages from a baby, child and a teen. You never saw her face either the painter didn't show it or her brown hair covered it. It was beautiful and peaceful. As I stared at the ceiling I shut my eyes and relaxed; for once I heard no screams or shouts just peace, it was a foreign feeling.
"I painted that mural for you." I snap open my eyes and look at the door, a blond man was standing there hiding. The shadows covering his face, he steps forward into the light while I sit up. He uncrosses his arms and walks forward, coming to me.
I back up in the plush velvet couch, he kneels in front of me and just gazes at my faces. He brings his hand up and starts stroking my hair. I sit still with my eyes wide. He grabs my hands and gently pulls me off the couch.
"I saw you looking at the painting did you like it?" I nod my head unable to form words.
"I started painting it when I found you, you were only one or so, the day you were born I felt you. You pulled me towards you and I searched but you lived far away from me. When I finally found you I was furious, your father was never home and your mother left you in your crib while you cried and screamed until your face was almost purple. After I found you I came back everyday and took care of you. After I took over I lost you when your parents ran but I found you again when you were five and since then I've watched you; waiting until you finally became 18. Look up don't you remember those memories?" He pointed at certain ones.
After looking at them my face became awed, I remember that dandelion field. When I was six I found it one time when we settled down, I remember finding the field and squealing with excitement. I ran around the field and just played and picked the flowers and just found solace away from the real world. I remember I came to the field one day and found flowers resting on the tree stump I always sat on or leaned against to read. It had roses, tulips, orchids and dandelions tied with a white bow. I kept them until we finally had to run to a different place, my mother made me leave the flowers saying "There just flowers Bella!" But for some reason they more than just flowers to me. I looked at the blond man with wide eyes.
"You were the one who left me those flowers, weren't you?" The man smiles and nods.
"That I was dear Bella, I've watched over you for years. By the way I'm Jasper." And he suddenly leans forward and gently kisses me on my cheek.