0. . .oO•.o. A Promise Unknowingly Kept .o.•Oo. . .0

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Summary: At just 18 years old in 1674, she is changed, thrown from a lonely life and into a lonely eternity. What will she do when she discovers that her promise has been kept after all these years.

A/N: First story on Fanfiction. Don't hate me.

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0. . .oO•.o. A Promise Unknowingly Kept .o.•Oo. . .0

CHAPTER 1 - Upon the 'morrow

•~Annabelle Cullen~

- (London, 1663) -

I squealed loudly. "Daddy! Put me down!" A musical laughter was his only reply, his golden blonde hair waving slightly in the light breeze. He threw me into the air and caught me just before I hit the ground. I knew I shouldn't be scared; Daddy would never drop me. Even so, I still squealed again. My bubbly giggles infused the air, coupled with my mother's light chuckles and my Daddy's low laugh.

It was a beautiful summer in London. The flowers were blooming this time of year and making the garden look like a magical wonderland. I looked at the bright green blanket of grass around me and thought about just how lucky I was.

Daddy works as a pastor, which gave us a high status around the city, but because we lived in a small village on the outskirts of London, we were still well known amongst the people.

Daddy swung me around again and I shrieked. He placed me down in our garden and I immediately ran to where the flowers were growing. I sprung over towards the freesias and began stroking the petals. They were my favourite. I used to sit among them for hours, just trying to get the smell to seep onto my six-year-old self.

From behind me my Daddy scooped me up into his strong arms as my Mother walked over with grace. Her brown eyes were warm and her long, thick, wavy hair danced in the light wind. Daddy wrapped his arms around the both of us and held us tightly – a perfect family picture; life couldn't get any better than this.

- 3 years later (London, 1666) –

Daddy was going out to hunt the bad people; he hunts and kills monsters – that's his job, to protect the good from the bad. But, I couldn't seem to shift the sense of dread that filled my stomach. Something was different about this night from all the other nights. My thoughts came to a halt when my bedroom door opened to reveal my Daddy entering. I immediately jumped out of my bed and bounded into his lower body, holding on for dear life.

"Hey now, Annie, what's wrong?" he asked in his soothing voice. He picked me up and wiped my face from unknowing tears when I didn't reply straight away.

"I'm scared, Daddy," I whimpered. He set me down softly back on my bed and brushed my brown curls gently from my face. Pulling the covers up over my body and kissing my forehead, he asked why. "I don't want you to go tonight. I think you'll get hurt." I said in words he could probably understand.

He chuckled slightly against my cheek and quietly replied, "Annabelle, I've gone out and done this many times, there's no reason to be afraid, sweetling." I merely whimpered and clutched my arms around his neck. He sighed. "Annie, I promise you, I will return upon the 'morrow before you wake." I increased my hold on him, hoping it would be enough to make him stay home tonight.

He knelt down next to my bed again and whispered into my ear, "This is mine," he placed a necklace in my open palm. I recognised it as my Daddy's special necklace. He always kept it in his pocket. It was a pure silver and glass oval pendant with little semi-circle beaded patterns around the edge. There were three shamrocks along the bottom that I was told by Mother symbolised a time without an end, for eternity. Above them was a lion dominating the pendant; Daddy said it stood for dauntless courage even in the hardest of times. The hand above the lion pledged the meaning of faith, sincerity, and justice to all who deserve it. Daddy told me that it had been passed down the line of Cullens' for generations, 9 times over. It was our family crest.

"It will bring you good luck and bravery, Annie," he turned it over and it revealed the beautiful inscription on the back: Look after my heart – I have left it with you. "It's given to a loved one, keep it tonight and you can give it back to me upon the 'morrow, alright sweetling?"

I sniffled and reluctantly nodded and hugged him goodbye before he walked to my door. Before shutting the door though, I heard him whisper into the darkness of the room. "I promise, Annabelle, I will come back. Sweet dreams," he said gently and left. I silently cried myself to sleep that night with Daddy's crest clutched close to my chest.

The next morning came too quickly; the light shone through my closed lids, making me squirm. I hated the light sometimes – there was nowhere to hide. But then all of last night's events came flooding back to me. I shot straight up on my bed and looked around my room, searching for Daddy, who always sat in the rocking chair waiting for me to wake up. He wasn't there.

I glanced up quickly when I heard my door opening. I was beginning to get hopeful but that hope drained away leaving sadness behind when only my Mother entered. She looked around my room until settling her worried eyes upon me. Without wasting another second, I flung off the covers, passed by Mother and ran down the stairs.

I sat at the grand bay window at the front of the house waiting, praying Daddy would return to me. He had promised me.

- Few weeks later –

Weeks had gone by and still no word from Daddy. Mother had broken down after just three days of his disappearance. I still sat on at the bay window every day in hope that he would walk up to the front door at any moment. With my Daddy's pendant clutched to my hand, the silver chain wrapped around my wrist, that hope was beginning to unwillingly fade away.


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