A/N:DISCLAIMER:I do not own any of the Twilight series characters I use,Trust me I wish I owned Carlisle oh boy do I,they belong to Stephine Mayer and only I do own Samantha,Celia and other characters I made up so if yyou use them with out my permission I will torture you got it? Good ENJOY!
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1921, Seattle Washington
I couldn't speak. I couldn't move with out some kind of pain raking through my body. I gasped for breath, desperately trying to get even the smallest amount into my lungs. Above me was a beautiful, pained looking, angel in a halo of dim kerosene lamp light. I felt something, his hand possibly, touch my numb cheek. It felt like ice, a relief. "It will be alright, I promise you" his voice cracked at the end, angels shouldn't cry is what I desperately wanted to say. He put his glacier cold lips to my jugular, he softly whispered "I'm sorry, Miss Van-Garrett"
A piercing pain at the base of my neck sent a shock through my feeble body. I was too weak to fight it. I willingly welcomed the pain with open arms. The angel pulled back and stared into my eyes, more pain. And a look for forgiveness.....that, at the time, I didn't understand. Then it all became clear to me, why he wished I could forgive him. The corners of my eyes blurred and a very new, unfamiliar pain ripped through my frail body. No part of my being was spared as waves of agony spread through my body. I felt myself cry out, and again. My angels face was even more pained, but he never left my side, he only held my hand apologizing for the pain and promising the relief I begged for in my mind. My lips could not find any words. No, this wasn't right, death shouldn't be so painful; I shouldn't feel this burning in my veins. This had to be HELL, but why would they send an angel to sooth me? The nightmarish sensation never left me, never gave way to something softer. I felt as if petrol had been poured over me and I had been set alight.
Always in the background was a dark pacing figure. Every so often a flash of angelic eyes would settle on me. The dark figure and my guardian angel would converse quietly over me so low I couldn't make it out; I think I even heard them begin speaking another language. Italian possibly?
My body convulsed and my heart stuttered. Something akin to salt in my wounds washed over me. It was less painful then the fire through my blood ways, almost a heart slowed and stuttered
Thud, thud, then a quiver, one more thud. The pain was drianing,The angel above me Smiled a true smile ..Heavenly .Stutter....Silance.There was no movement in my chest, no blood rushing through my vains,the air I pulled in through my lips didn't fill my lungs.
I opened my eyes, shocked at the sight. Everything was clear. Sharp. Defined.
I could see each individual color in the flickering flame of the lamp. They where beautiful, swaying from side to side. Not only was my sight enhanced but so where my other senses. I could hear the wind outside, through the walls and windows; I took inn a small breath past a very unusual burning sensation in my throat. I could taste the sunshine, the honey suckle that was my own perfume.
Slowly I let my eyes wander around as I cautiously sat up. The room I resided inn was dark, thick black curtains covered any out door light source seemed very strange to me because I somehow saw perfect in the blackness of the room.
"Samantha?" a gasp rose from my throat; I turned so fast I hardly had time to comprehend. Under hanging kerosene lamp was my angel, the blond one who had stayed with me all through the pain. His face made me blink a couple times; it felt like staring strait into the sun, hell I half expected when I looked away I would be seeing colorful spots!
"I think she remembers you Carlisle...Well somewhat at least" my head seemed to be moving at its own accord because when I turned to look at the voices owner...I barley knew I had moved.
"W-wh-whats going o-on?" I stuttered in fear, but despite the emotion my voice sounded so much different, it was high pitched, it seemed to flow from my lips like the sweetest of sounds, it was musical like a harps tune. Something had happened to me to cause this change in me. Slowly I lifted my gaze up so my eyes met with those of the angel who had caused all my pain...and somehow found it his job to sooth me. His face was a mix of compassion and wisdom, the kind you see in middle aged men who have been living for so long. But my angel only looked about twenty, possibly couple years older. That's when I finally realized what had happned, when my heart didn't race at the sight of him. I, Samantha Leann Van-Garrett....was dead.
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But did you know,
That when it snows,
My eyes become large and
The light that you shine can be seen.
Well thats chapter 1 (: hope you enjoyed it teehee
Jai 3