A/N: Yo. Okay, so, I'm kinda new to this. All I can say is, please enjoy. It has some new characters, but it still has everyone else. Anyway, enough of me babbling. Just read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Twilight characters or the lyrics of the songs. If I did, I would be one rich bitch. The only thing I own is the computer I'm typing this on, and the chacters I have made myself.
Preface - 1918
'What's the worse I could say? Things are better if I stay. So long and goodnight. So long and goodnight.'
She knew she was dieing. The sick coughs that erupted from her throat, the blinding heat from staying under the blankets, all the way to the sweat beading on her shiny forehead. Her lips felt dry, and she didn't even have the strength to lick them. Her breaths were heaving pants, rasping past her barely-open lips. She was holding on as long as she could, as her brother was too.
They lay next to each other, as the sickness crushed them under waves of death. She would see black, stars blinding her sight, before looking up at the white wall again. The Death Bringer was on his way, she could feel it in her sick bones.
Every day, she would see large lumps with buldging middles hidden under blanket being pushed through the door she was close to. The death ward. The smell would always get to her, and she had to hold down the bile, as there was no bucket.
The sunlight from behind heated her up, and more sweat travled down her body. "Brother..." she breathed out. A cough caught her in its clutches, and the fit started up.
"I'm... right here... sister..." he rasped back, his chest rising and falling. His bronze hair shone in the light, bright hard eyes glowed feriously. Mother had already passed, it was just the two of them now.
All alone.
Her pants died down a bit, and she tilted her head to the side, letting her eyes slip close. Falling into the black was something she didn't want, but anything was better than the pain she was going through. Her clammy hands balled up into fists.
"Ella," the voice was like honey to her ears. Soothing, sweet, smooth. Her emerald eyes blinked rapidly, making contact with the soft golden ones of the doctor that was hovering above her sick body. He was pale to the extreme, blonde hair slicked back from his beautiful face, jaw a perfect shape of lines and angles. He was God like. "Hold on, Ella. You'll make it..."
Ella looked up at her doctor. "No... I must go," her voice was weak, but the doctor seemed to know what she was saying.
"You'll be okay, young bird. I promise," he muttered. Ella knew this man. He was the one that tried to save Mother. And he failed.
He leaned down closer to the young girl, icy breath lashing against her burning neck. It felt nice. She felt happy, because she thought the beautiful doctor would kiss her.
She was half right. Cold lips pressed against hot flesh, rasing goosebumps along the skin. Ella let out a breathy sigh. They lifted open a bit, letting something sharp press against her. The sharp things peirced her neck, and Ella screamed out. Fire. Fire burned through her body, and she trembled.
She distinctly heard her brother's voice over her screaming, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the pain. Her breaths becaming even more ragard, her insides feeling like there were getting thrown into the firey pits of Hell itself.
Things became black as her vision faded, but the pain didn't. Shivers kept hitting her like waves, crashing over and over. Cold hands against hot skin, she felt like she was getting carried away. No! Let me stay with my brother! Her mind screamed at her, but she could barely make a sound except a whimper.
The burning kept on going, for God knows how long. It felt as if her body was placed right in the middle of a blast of flames, letting her dangle while the hot tounges licked at her flesh. Her heart hammered wildly, as if someone was pumping it for her. It thuded like thunder in her ears, and she begged for someone to kill her. Anything besides this.
Through the whole thing, a hand clasped hers, and it didn't flinch, no matter how hard the young girl squeezed. Screams - not her own - reached her ears every now and again. She thought to herself that maybe she did actually die, and she was in Hell.
But Ella was no sinner. She was the perfect little duaghter everyone wanted. She loved her Mama and Papa, and her brother. She had many friends, and she loved them too. She would cook and clean when Mother needed a break, or help Father trim the hedges outside of their little cottage. Sure, she didn't believe in God or anything.
Was that a sin?
Her heart brought her back to the present, as it smashed against her rib cage, as if trying to fight it's way out of her. The flames got even hotter against her, and there were no more licks. She was covered in the burning. She wanted it to stop.
... Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud... thud. Thud. Thud. Thud... Thud... Thud... Thud.
Her heart stopped. The flames subsided, washing away like the tide being pulled back into the ocean. She breathed in deeply, but it felt wrong. Like she didn't need the healthy oxygen. It took her a while, but the black disappeared. Her eyes met the bright gaze of a light, and she could see all the colours that made up the cream-coloured yellow. Reds, greens, blues, oranges... every colour of the rainbow.
Little buddles of dust floated around her vision, and they danced on the invisible breeze. She turned her head a bit, seeing a corner full of cob webs. Ella could see the details so clearly, as if she was looking into a microscope - as Father called it - and blinked as a little spinder slid gracefully over its creation. Over to where a little fly was struggling to get away.
She let out a gasp, and threw herself off whatever she was laying on as she felt warm hands squeeze hers. It was as if she was flying in mid air. She could easily take in all her suroundings. Mint-blue coloured walls, white floor boards, two twin beds, and two men. One lying on the bed, face cringed up in pain, and another who sat on her bed, one hand empty, the other holding the man on the bed.
Brother.
"Sorry. Did I startle you?" the blonde man asked. She blinked as realisation hit her like a tackle to the muddy ground. It was the doctor that she saw before she felt that pain. He smiled a kind smile, golden eyes lighting up in a way that only happy people could achieve. "My name's Carlisle."
Ella - back still pressed up against the wall - watched the man as he gave her brothers hand another squeeze. He screamed out in pain, his chest rising up.
"Don't hurt him!" she cried. Her voice was different. No her hard voice like usual. It was soft, like silk, and ran like a river. The smells soon hit her. The sweet scent of musk, cherries, lilac. The blankets on the bed she was laying on lingered on her a bit, and the smell of washing liquid reached her over senstive nose.
Ella was confused. Why was the world different? Her vision used to horrible before, now it was 20-20. Perfect. She felt herself shake a bit. The nerves. The shine of a silver mirror caught her new eyes, and she looked over at it.
A light gasp passed her lips.
Standing in the mirror was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Amber hair - more like bronze - curled perfectly past her shoulders. Her thin figure seemed a bit more curved, even though she still was a stick. Not much anymore though. Her legs seemed longer, and were delicate looking. Dainty like. Her lips looked fuller, her nose was perfectly straight. A white dress with thin straps fluttered to her knees, looking slightly tattered around the hem. The only thing that made her cringed back at this Goddess like creature was the eyes.
Bright red orbs looked back at her.
And that's when the burning in her throat started. She gagged a bit, as the pain felt like a newly white hot horse shoe was shoved down it. She clawed at her pale neck, wanting the burning to go away.
Ella looked back at Carlisle. "Make it stop," she pleaded. The pain was eating at her, and she swallowed dryly.
Carlisle sighed. "Young bird, you must hunt. Out into the forest, you'll need to hunt. No humans. Just animals." Ella looked at him like he was crazy.
"Wha-what?" she asked, slightly scared. Her soft voice seemed to echo her emotions. The movie star like man sighed again, runned a hand through his now tousled gold locks.
"Every heard of Vampires, young bird?" The name was really starting to stick, Ella thought. She nodded. "Well, what do you think you are then?"
Ella chocked back another sob. "No-no! Impossible!" She shouted. She wanted to cry, to scream, to run over to Carlisle and demand to tell her the truth. But the sad look on the older mans face said it all.
Instead, she looked to her right, and jumped out of the window. The crash of glass shattered through her ears, as she landed on solf grass ground. Then, she ran. Ran for her life.
From her life.
A/N: Hope you guys liked the first chapter. The song up top ^ is 'Helena' by My Chemical Romance.I think you're meant to review this? If so, please do! Thanks for reading!