Cursed at ten
Renee POV
Vampires.
Most are cruelly taken away from life as to join the living dead by other vampires. Few are chosen at the beginning of life, others are chosen by the harsh demons while lying on their deathbeds. My daughter was different; chosen at neither life, death nor the un-dead. My daughter was chosen at the fragile, innocent age of 10; now cursed and destined to be a monster, a cold hearted monster. I'm glad my husband and I stopped hunting for the child of the prophecy when Isabella was born.
I'm here to tell you her story.
Bella POV (looking back)
I remember waking up early that morning and noticing how clear everything was, every dust moat swirling in the light, every scratch on the ceiling but put it down to my imagination. I started to do my morning ritual. I sat up with one fast movement - excitement wanting to get to my special breakfast as fast as possible. That day was the 19th of September, my birthday to be exact. I took a shower just like any day, but I noticed that my skin looked paler than normal, much paler. I put it down to the lighting. Next I dried myself off and got changed—still with those jerky incredibly fast movements—into a light blue spaghetti strap t-shirt, some denim shorts and some hot-pink flip-flops, my skin still looked pale but again I put it down to the lighting; pale skin couldn't stop me, it was my birthday and I love my birthday so I would have fun today.
I went to the sink to do my teeth and face, my toothpaste tasted horrible for some reason. I looked up from spitting into the sink, looked into the mirror; and screamed. My eyes were now a glowing icy blue colour; I screamed again, my voice sounded strange, like the tinkling of bells. Mum came rushing in asking what was wrong she saw me and she too screamed then glanced over to the window. The curtains were pulled back and sunlight was streaming through, hitting my skin. I looked down at my arm, it was sparkling, so bright in fact it should hurt my eyes, but yet it didn't. I wished it wouldn't be so bright; I wished the sunlight couldn't affect it. Suddenly my vision took on a small red tinge and the sparkles started to fade into a ghostly, dim glow. After my speculations I turned to face my mother in shock.
I asked her what happened. What was I? Did she know anything about it? Was she as surprised as I was?
Something flickered in her eye – I think it looked like recognition - at the time, but I wasn't concentrating on what it was. I was too deep in questions to think much of it.
My voice, there was no way that it belonged to me.
My skin sparkled/glowed now.
Those super speedy hyper movements.
My eyes. My now changed to deep purple menacing eyes.
The miracle that was I had not yet tripped over once this morning.
The burning in my throat.
Actually beating able to hear her frenzied heart beat. Being able to figure out that it was her heart beat and that I couldn't hear mine.
How my own mothers scent and heart beat almost had me leaping at her and killing her just to solve the itchy burning at the back at my thought. Don't ask how I knew it would solve it, I just felt it would.
Common sense told me not to kill her. She was my mother and it hurt my heart to think of her dead in my arms, it hurt much more than the burning inside my neck so it was easy to override the instinct using my imagination.
I just realised I had thought about all of these things at once, how I had ruled out the burn so quickly. I had heard about women multi-tasking but this was crazy.
I turned to the mirror in yet another fast, jerky, movement and looked at my face. I was beautiful. Inhuman beauty; tragic but perfect; I could also see that this magnitude of beauty screamed evident danger. My limbs were smooth and strong, skin pale as the moon. Looking carefully, but avoiding my dark eyes, I saw that my face was still there, but hidden under the angular, perfect features of the flawless face. I took comfort in noticing how my rose-bud lips were still slightly off balance, the top lip too full for the bottom lip. If this one flaw was still present then maybe I could, with time, find more pieces of myself. Even with the flaw I couldn't help but, experimentally, raised my hand to my face to check it was all real. The woman in the mirror did the same.
With my new distraction I almost forgot about my mother. I turned back to her; she was now sitting on the floor weeping.
In my new cold scary voice I asked what was wrong.
Stupid question, I know.
She never answered; instead she got up on shaking legs. I walked to her; the burn was stronger now but I ignored it. Again I asked what was wrong. She walked away from me, downstairs, through the hall and into the living room, I followed. She looked like she was in a dream state, or a zombie, or sleepwalking, she picked up the phone dialled a number and let it ring.
Chief Charlie Swan A.K.A. Dad answered after 4 rings. Mum said to him "it happened, the prophecy, right here in Jacksonville, Florida." dad asked who was chosen, mum only needed to say one more word that entire phone call "Isabella". Dad told her to move to the city it would be safest in the big city, easiest to blend in, away from the open spaces and, into the crowds. He lectured her on getting me contacts for my eyes, where to go for fake I.D.'s, the best places for forgery. He told her to teach me to be vegetarian and never to tell me what I was. I heard every word he said during that phone call, somehow he knew what I was, and so did she. "Am I the only one who doesn't know the big secret," I remember asking myself.
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