Here is the preface for Three Degrees of Separation, I hope you enjoy this story as much as I am enjoying writing it.
Do not use this story and claim it as your own.
Preface
Suddenly a sharp pain twisted through my head, I put my hands on either side of my head, my vision began to blur, and my mind became flooded with thoughts that I didn't recognise, I could just make out one of the vampire boys was experiencing the same thing. I fell to my knees as it got worse and I could faintly hear Irina calling my name, how can this be happening? Vampires can't die, not like this it's impossible, isn't it?!
Something oddly familiar flashed into my mind, causing more pain in my head. I can see a little girl sitting by a tree in the arms of an older boy, the girl has long coppery curls, and emerald eyes, she has a beautiful smile, she is clearly no older then eight or nine. The boy has the same features, they must be siblings. My mind flashed back to another memory, this one is much more painful, causing my mind to twist again, more pain. It's the girl again, and she is much older now, about twelve? She is sat in a seat next to a rather large woman, the woman has her head in her hands and the girls face is emotionless, she is staring at the wall on the opposite side of her, her eyes are underlined by thick black bags, and her eyes are bloodshot, as if she has been crying, her hair has lost all of its vibrancy and now hangs over the sides of her face in waves. She is no longer the beautiful eight year old I saw, instead she is torn and heartbroken, as if she is all alone, something is going to happen to her which she knows will but doesn't want it to, I know it. The girl winces as if she had just heard what I had thought. She imitates the woman sitting by her and buries her face in her hands. A tall, handsome man steps out of the door near where she is sat, except he is not a man, he is one of us, Carlisle. The large woman pulls her head from her hands, she knows what has happened and begins to silently cry. The girl averts her gaze from her hands and looks up at the blonde doctor, a glint of hope shimmers in her expression, Carlisle takes a seat next to her and holds her hand, and gives it a gentle squeeze, he has a pained expression painted on his face. He shakes his head and apologizes to the young girl, she nods once and she is trying her very best to fight back the floods of tears in her eyes that are ready to overflow. The large woman puts her head back into her hands, and keeps sobbing 'no' to herself. The doors open again and a nurse in white uniform wheels out a gurney, with a figure on it, a white sheet covering who ever lays underneath it. The young girl stares at the nurse wheeling a corpse away, she looks even more pained now, a small tear flows down her cheek and she stumbles to her feet,
'STOP!' she yells at the nurse, the nurse stops, and the young girl slowly walk over to her, tears flowing more frequently now, she stops at the gurney and pulls the sheet away from the corpse's head, a handsome young man lays there, and I recognise him in my earlier thought of the two children, her brother, he lays still and motionless, the girl traces his jaw line, and simply whispers
"You promised" into his ear, she then kisses him on the forehead and whispers "I love you" some of her tears fall onto the boys face, he is as pale as a sheet, he looks peaceful, as if he is simply resting. Carlisle is immediately at the girl's side and he places a hand on her shoulder, he nods at the nurse to continue as she was and she places the sheet back over the beautiful corpse, and carries on. The girl begins to sob again, and she falls to her knees, breaking into hysterics, screaming, "You promised!" Carlisle appears at her side again and put both of his hands on her shoulders, the large woman scurries over to the screaming girl and comforts her as Carlisle is, I want to cry for this poor young soul, she is no longer a being, a poor broken, lost soul. I feel so connected to her, the vision of her loss is so vivid, I want to comfort her and support her. I take another look at the young girls face, her beauty has vanished with her loss, she looks too familiar, I have seen her before, I know I have. My head is blistering with pain now as I realise that the young broken and lonely girl, is actually me.
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