Summary:

The Mysterious Fires Of Swan Mansion, 1910

The small town of Forks has an old ruin, the Swan Mansion where the Duke Charles James Swan and his daughter the -Duchess Isabella Marie Swan, were Mysteriously killed in an out-of-control fire, trapped in the mansion.

What they didn't know was there were creatures of the dead haunting the ruins, waiting for their prey. To turn them to creatures-of-the-night, immortals or demons of darkness, like what they did to the duchess.

Now a hundred years later they nearly get another one and guess who it is!

Disclaimer: I do not own this story, or any of the characters or anything, it unfortunately belongs to one Stephanie Myer, unfortunately of coarse!

Mysterious Fangs

Epilogue (Third Person)

It was the autumn of 1910 and voices were shouting in the distance, barley heard over the roaring flames that erupted around the Nightfall Mansion. In the distance a woman, atop of a nearby building sobbed. She clawed at arms as if she were covered in bugs or dirt, What have I done? she kept thinking. But, suddenly she stopped.

The rain had started falling, just as she planed, so she stood to her full 5 foot 4 inches and stalked away. However, she stopped, just before a small puddle, and looked down at her reflection.
Staring back at her was an inhumanly beautiful, heart shaped face with perfectly straight and angular features. Her lips were a light pink and her hair the loveliest brown that was a great contrast to her alabaster skin, which however, made her even more beautiful in every way. Slowly she opened her mouth to show perfectly white, straight teeth, the tips of her lips curving up into a smile. Lastly she looked at her eyes, and gave a strangled gasp, instead of her usual chocolate brown, there was startlingly red eyes that seemed to melt and swirl.

They reminded her of blood. At the though of blood her eyes turned misty silver and her teeth lengthened, becoming a pair of long, elegant fangs. Quickly she closed her eyes and diverted her thoughts. What have I become? she muttered, angst building up within her, she turned her head and screamed.

She grabbed her hair and screamed even harder, her anger and hatred directed at what she had become, her lost love and creators, the monsters who started this, who forced her to do this. Her eye sockets were glowing red, her fangs were bared, but she now had great dragon wings, built with anger and given to her as a last gift from her murderous creators. She yelled, the last in the line of supernatural royalty, anger and adrenalin coursed through her venom-rigged veins. With one last howl she leaped of the building and flew of into the night.