Cry, Little Sister
A/N: The idea for this came to me one night when I was watching The Lost Boys and heard the theme song "Cry Little Sister." So I thought I'd apply it to my other favorite vampires. By they way, I don't own the Cullens or the Lost Boys' theme songs.
Chapter One
I was so young and had already lost so much. The pain that I felt was so unbearable that I wished death would take me as easily as it had taken everyone else. I would have given everything to be taken by this deadly disease in this scourge of God.
My father had died so early that we had barely had time to grieve for him. I loved my father, but his death seemed so insignificant when Edward fell ill, when my whole world began to crash down around me. This was the cruelest thing God could have done to my young soul: take my other half, my best friend, the brother I loved more than anyone, and leave me to suffer his loss.
In this, my mother was spared. She never knew the loss of her young, beloved Edward and Emily. She would never know this burning pain of a survivor, would never sit and weep next to the deathly ill person she loves most, would never beg God to take her too.
I, however, was not so lucky. I watched helplessly as my family slipped away from me; while I prayed for death, it avoided me and instead took those who tried to hide or flee. So—foolish, naïve girl I was—I pretended to fear death when in fact I would have welcomed it.
My mother was already gone when the cold hand on my shoulder made me look up through my tears. Dr. Cullen, who had spent so much of his time at the sides of my mother and brother even when so many people needed him more, was standing at my side. Although I had once loved his beautiful face, I felt only pain as I looked up into his golden eyes because the mere thought of losing Edward had ripped love straight from my heart. Dr. Cullen's eyes were especially sad and gentle as he murmured so low that I would be the only one to hear, "Emily, I'm sorry, but he's gone."
No!" The loud, strangled sob echoed strangely through the sickroom; there was a soft murmur of surprise from across the room, and I tried to look for the source, but everything was spinning so fast. Everything except Dr. Cullen's worried, puzzled face mere inches from mine.
It was the last thing I knew before the curtain of blackness fell, shoving me from the edge of consciousness.