Chapter 1
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This story WILL BE CANNON! I describe Clara below in-depth for a reason OTHER than Edward falling in love with her so don't panic.
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Clara
I was running to Bella's house after returning from a hunting trip, when I caught the scent of an unfamiliar vampire. I stopped and debated my options on how to deal with them. Should continue on the Bella's and protect her, confront them alone, or go to my family to tell them? If I continued on to Bella's house I may lead the vampire there. If I went to get my family Bella would be unprotected. Considering my options, I decided to risk it and ran towards the vampire in question.
I followed their scent and found them pacing in the woods. It was a girl who appeared to be around my age when she was turned. She had jet-black hair that was straight until it gently curled at the bottom. Her features were delicate and she was about Bella's height of 5 feet 4 inches. What struck me most about her physical appearance were the old-fashioned clothes she wore. They didn't seem vintage in the sense that they were making a comeback but almost as if she had owned them the whole time. I was surprised to see in her mind a sort of slideshow of different time periods playing in her mind.
I gently cleared my throat. "Hello. I'm Edward Cullen any you are?"
She looked at me, startled, and said in a lower-class British cockney accent "I'm Clara."
"Pleased to meet you Clara. My family lives near here and would love to meet you as well I'm sure. My father Carlisle is also from England. I noticed that as I spoke the slideshow in her mind turned to a slow flipbook and when I said the words "family" and "Carlisle" I could have sworn I saw flashes of my human life.
"Have we met before?" I asked hesitantly and as soon as the word "before" left my lips I felt a strange pull sucking me backwards.
"Oh no!" she gasped and dived forward for my hand to keep me from being sucked into the invisible vortex behind me.
"What's happening?!" I cried in a panic and my words sounded hollow and faint. She yelled a response but, despite the fact she was less than two feet away and I had vampire hearing, I couldn't hear her. Not only that but a freak roaring wind whipped up around us blowing her hair in front of her lips so I couldn't read them. With one final tug my hand slipped from her grasp and, for the first time since I died, my world went black.
He isn't dead (in a sense) so don't worry!
Oh and I'm sorry this is so short but if you have read any of my other stories you should know I tend to not be able to write long chapters. I honestly do try though I swear!