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Summary: A girl with nothing but pain is turned into a vampire 180+ years before BD. This turns into an imprinting story, how? Well, you have to read to find out! Its sad at the beginning but gets happier with lots of drama. Rated M! Not yr regular imprint story!
AN: First off, I just want to say that this is rated M mostly because of the events that take place in Amelia's life and because there maybe some more tragedies that I think wouldn't be mature enough for ppl under the M level! So, I hope you like it and review!
Chp 1: I'd rather be dead
Amelia Deny Last, which had been the name my parents gave me 182 years ago. Why would you give your child a name with deny in it? I didn't blame them, I had always been denied, rejected.
My life had been full of pain, ever since I was born all I could remember was pain. Our family was rich, that didn't mean happy though. My father never liked my mother and my mother the same to him. He was a cruel man; 'working' all day. My mom was the same; she didn't work but was never home. They always had their 'friends' calling. That's why I got a little sister. I was a love child; my mother had me in her last year of college with my father. Their parents had made then get married. I never found out what my father did for money. One day my mom told him that she was pregnant and he asked 'with whom?' Even now that discusses me, why would you marry someone you hated?
Once Amanda was born, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. Mother had helped me manage it until I was 7; at the age of which my dad had left the three of us. He finally divorced my mother and married some slut. My mom took care of us more after that. She was a good mother just not a loving one. She bought you love, instead.
My dad passed away in a car accident with his slut. All the money came to us. Not that we cared. My mom earned enough, being a nurse. She'd gotten a job in Mexico. We moved their and stayed near tribal areas. She took her life in front of us, a year after we moved. The neighbors and my sister knew as well as I did that she'd been sick for a long time. She hadn't wanted to live so she killed herself. Amanda didn't cry at her funeral and neither did I. I couldn't remember the last time I did that. Every time you cried you showed that you were weak, and we weren't not after we'd seen all that we could. Including our mother hang her self while we tried to untie the rope. Once someone left there was nothing you could do to bring that person back. What people said was true, 'they go to a happier place'. A place where everyone is alone. Where everyone has no one. We had no one.
I had wanted to take my life ever since then, but I had to care of Amanda. She was only 3 years younger than me, but meatier and not as tall. We joined the nearby tribe and adapted their ways. They barely ate and I wouldn't ever eat always give it to Amanda, but she was getting sick even though. I asked the leader for medicine for her but they said 'prayer was the best medicine'. The whole tribe knew that Amanda wouldn't last more than a couple days, but she never stopped smiling. One day, a tall red skinned man came in and pointed and arrow at her. I tried to stop him but my tribal 'mother' held me back with the help of other tribal elders I was tied down. The blood oozed out of my little sisters mouth, I watched biting my lip all the way through. The tribe had no word for 'no'. So all I could scream was 'maybe not!' I cried that night. They scalped her, taking away her beautiful shining hair. I cried like I'd never cried before. My mom was an only child just as my dad was. No aunts no uncles and my grandparents had died a good 10 years back. I was alone. Alone. I left the hut and walked out that night, going into the medical tent. It was dark and every one was gathered around the fire. I opened the drawer and pulled out the rat poison. Taking a water in my bare hand I was about to pop it in when a hand stopped me. Rayyassadda was from a different tribe up near Washington State. Every tribe girl longed for him; I was the only one who hadn't showed interest. The men had given him the name Clearwater, because of his pure mind. He took the poison out of my hand and spoke to me in the native language. He had me convinced that every human needed a life, a chance to thank god for his creation. In a matter of seconds he wanted to run away with me. I couldn't explain it but I knew that once again I'd found someone who wanted me to live. Leaving the tribe was out of the question for him, until fall. He told me that I could leave and he'd meet me in Washington when what he came for was over. I waited two whole years for him. I went to the locations he'd told me about. He'd never showed up.
Once I got a letter, it said that he was sick and that he wanted to say bye to me. That was it. Again I had no one in this lonely. I closed my eyes. And wearing just a jacket and jeans went to move. Alone…. The word repeated in my brain, again and again. I flew to France where I hoped to freeze to death.
The first thing I did when I arrived at the romantic city was go to the nearest bar. It was late, real late, almost 3 in the morning. I didn't care. I closed my eyes and drank the red liquid. It helped my rain loose focus. I ordered another. A bark blue one at last. I had forgotten even my name. But more importantly for the first time I'd forgotten my past, even for the few seconds it lasted. I opened my eyes.
Memories flashed back, I hadn't remembered this strange man either. My arms hurt, my body hurt. I looked down at my self. I was covered in dark purple bruises. What had happened to me? Then the man got up, zipping up his pants, and left. Just like the rest of them, he went away. I let unconsciousness creep its way into my mind.
That day or night, which ever it had been, I decided that I was going to kill myself. This time there would be no Rayyassadda to stop me. I went into the forest; it was freezing but that only accrued to me after I heard the howls of wild animals. There were signs all around telling me not to go into the pitch black forest. I closed my eyes and with my pocket knife cut my skin so blood showed. This would attract animals surely I'd thought.
And it had, the howls crept in. At least these wolves would have a good treat. I closed my eyes and shrieked at the pain of my skin being torn. Then when all the pain had come there was colder pain on me, freezing hands. Then the rest of my bones crunched, right above my heart I felt could fingers and then… nothing. I had never been so lucky and even in unconsciousness I knew that this wouldn't last. A huge fire spread through me. I couldn't help but notice that the pain from the canines was worthless now. A seed compare to the field of fruit. My heart exploded and I knew hell awaited me. I gasped at the burn in my throat cupping it with my cold hands. Cold hands. Abnormally cold. I opened my eyes and knew I wasn't in hell; hell didn't have angels or beds this comfortable.
A tall man with angelic futures stared at me with bold but curiously threatened eyes. A woman stood behind him holding his hand and three others that were just as breath taking but younger. One a blond, the second a brunette and the third a darker blond.
That was when my new life began. Elezar had "rescued" me. They thought me how to live how to feed, and after 40 living with them I ran away. For the first time I didn't want to be loved, I needed to think.
Now…I'm back. To my home in Denali, welcomed by my, now, three sisters and, now, three 'brothers'. I returned to my coven.
AN: Yes, I know it's very vague and not descriptive but I promise I'll get into that! R&R! Pics of Amelia are on my profile!