Nightlight
Elizabeth Carly Swan-Cullen-Mason. Thats was my name, yeah, I know, abit of a mouthful. My mother thought I should have my Fathers names on the end of hers. Which as I grew older, I disagreed with. He doesn't deserve recognition. Ever.
You may think I'm being abit stubbern and mean, but my opion of him is very well justified. You see, my mother was Isabella Marie Swan. She was a beautiful, inocent human when she met my Father, Edward Anthony Cullen. They both fell deeply inlove... well, she did. Edward didn't. He strung her along, until she gave him everything she could, including her virginaty. After that, he left, without a trace. Leaving my Mother with two chidren, me, and my brother, Anthony Edward Swan-Cullen-Mason. We were twins.
My Mother brought us up very well, telling us about her life, her mistacks, her regrets. She said she hoped by telling us this, that Anthony and I wouldn't make those same mistacks. Which I hope her logic worked, for me anyway. My Mother still found it hard to look after us, with her in depression and only being a fragil human, tring to look after two half vampires.
I loved my Mother and brother. They were all I had. And someone took them from me on my fourteenth birthday. Mother had sent me out so that her and Anthony could rap my presents... I had returned just an hour later, to find my house, my home, in ruins. It was smashed up to the point that it colapsed in on itself. And it had been set on fire. There was no chance at all that my mother and brother could survive that sort of insodent. Thats if, it was an insodent. But I knew who had done this. The Voltori. I had stood outside my old home, watching the memorys burn, along with the house. The firebregade turned up, and put out the fire within two hours. They also found two bodys, chard beyond recognition. At that point, I was numbe from feeling, nothing could shock me. Everything was in slow motion, my mind was blank, my stare was soulless, and dead. I didnt even regester the Police taking me to their car and driving me further away from my Mother and brother.
At the dull station the police had tried to get me to speak, to move. But I wouldn't. I was still numb from the shock. The loss had yet to seep in to my system. I had stared at the plane magnolia wall for hours on end, until a man, and older man, walked over to me. He was dressed in a police uniform, but he wasn't apart of this station. He had graying brown hair, and had my mothers deep chocolate eyes. Eyes that penatrated through the numbness and made me feel the pain that was slowly filling the huge dark holes inside my chest. The mans name tag told me his name was Charlie Swan. I knew it had a segnifacants, but I couldn't think through the pain. And very soon after I couldn't see though my tears. Tears of sorrow and pain.
Charlie ran to me, pulling me close to him. He whispered words that I heard, but I didnt listen to them. I felt Charlie hold my hand and sqeese, he stood up, and had pulled me up with him. Before I knew it, I was in another police cruiser, and on my way to some unknown place. It took five long, sorrowful hours to get to our destination. In those hours, I had remembered that Charlie Swan was my Grandfather. Whom I hadn't seen since I turned two years old. Charlie had pulled up to an old house, on the fringe of a forest. I sat in the passenger seat, unmoving when Charlie climbed out of the car, he looked at me, and walked to my side. He wiped my tear stained face whilst I stared at his own. Moments later, he lead me in to the house, and into a bedroom. A room filled with things that I knew where my mothers. But I didnt acknowlegde it. I couldnt, it was impossible. Charlie left me lying on my Mothers bed, and when he left, I quietly whispered to myself...
'Happy Birthday Elisibeth'
... And with that, I shed my last tear...