AN: Hi and welcome to the official first chapter of the beauty, the brave and the vampires. I'm so excited, this is my second fan fiction, so check out my first one, which is called, it's not always flowers and fluff. Anyway enjoy!
I do not own twilight.
Chapter 1: Memories.
Hero,
People say the bad bits of memories is not the pain, it's the loneliness of it, because memories need to be shared. I disagree.
I know of 3 different kinds of memories, the ones that warm you up from the inside, the ones that you briefly remember and the ones that makes your insides go cold, the ones that haunt you and make you feel sick.
I don't have any warm or skimming memories, I only have bad ones.
I remember one memory clearer than the others; this one is normally the star of my nightmares.
I glared at my father.
"I hate you." I spat.
Bella rolled her eyes.
"No you don't." My father sighed.
"Yes. I. Do"
My father slowed down as he neared the traffic light, and then looked at me silently.
"Uh... Dad, what are you doing?"
"Looking into your soul."
I blinked twice, a trait I had inherited from my mother. I always did that when I was confused.
"What?" I asked.
"Eyes are the windows to the soul." He repeated.
I blinked twice.
"You don't hate me, you love me, and I can see it."
"I said I hate you."
"Lips can lie Hero, your eyes are the only honest part of you, you love me baby girl, and I love you too." He smiled, with his eyes and brushed his finger across my cheek.
I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch, the next bit happened in a rush, I remember Bella screaming, and my dad shouting, I didn't see any of it, and then I opened my eyes and I wished I hadn't.
Some memories are best hidden and locked away. I don't want to share my memories, because I don't want to remember them.
My name is Hero Elizabeth Swan and I have a twin sister called Bella Marie, I am closer to her, than I am with anyone, she can read me like a book, and trust me when I say this, I am very difficult to understand.
Bella and I were sent to children's home when my father died, he was the only family we had, and he was gone.
I rebelled of course, I cut my hair, I swore, I smoked, the whole shebang. No one wanted to adopt me, they wanted Bella but she said she wasn't leaving without me, I love Bella, she's all I have, I don't tell her that, I don't tell anyone that, but she knows, she understands why.
4 years later, a family of 5 walked into the home. They were unusual, they all had deathly pale skin, golden eyes and were inhumanly beautiful, I hated them.
They loved me, they thought they could make me happy, they didn't realise that my happiness had been buried along with my father.
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