Carlisle….I closed my eyes and felt the cool nights breeze against my bare skin, enjoying the feeling of my short silk nightgown billowing across the tops of my thighs….Then, he came. My eyes automatically opened at the sound of his voice. "Aggie..," he sighed. I gripped one of his hands tightly in my own. "Please! Don't leave me again…" My voice trailed off as a silent tear slid down my cheek. He smiled a sad little smile and, as he gently wiped the tear from my cheek, said, "I must. But I will miss you…My dear, precious Agnes." He trailed a finger along my jaw, over my eye lids, and then finally came to rest against my neck. "I love you…" he murmured. Then he was gone.
But that was just a dream. That dream took place in the 16 hundreds. The night he left. My heart still ached for him. Well, that is, if I had a heart. The night he left I could find no other reason to live. I had always thought that if he was still here with me, there would be a reason for me to go on. And then he left. I'd stumbled through the dark cobblestoned streets, tears pouring down my face, un-noticed because of the heavy rain God had brought upon us. Then, just deciding to give up, I dropped to my knees, scraping off the delicate skin. I looked up at the sky, my raven colored hair hanging in wet ringlets around my face and thought, Why? The next thing I knew, I was being picked up off of the ground by someone…Their arms were hard as marble and ice cold. I began shivering convulsively. "Marcus!" I heard someone, no, an angel, snarl. "What are you doing?"
"She can't survive out here!" another angel, the one holding me, said.
"Let him take her. She'll be a snack for the road, Aro!" said a third angel.
"No." said my rescuer. I felt myself being wrapped in something soft…and warm. Exhausted from the icy cold rain, I closed my eyes. I'd worry about my situation later…
I drifted in and out of consciousness the next morning. I heard the three angels arguing. "NO!" I heard my rescuer roar. "Marcus," said the one I believed was Aro. "It's the only way." He said softly. "Her vitals are quitting. She's running an extremely high fever. She's dying." I heard Marcus catch his breath.
"Fine. I will do it." He said, sounding oddly dead. I heard his steps come closer. His lips nuzzled my neck. "Please, forgive me." He whispered. Then, he bit me. I felt pain as though I'd never felt it in my entire life. Excruciating, horrible, it spread like wild fire throughout my veins. I screamed, a bloodcurdling scream that tore through my throat. I tasted blood, like iron. Then I blacked out.
The memory of that pain, that horrible, unforgettable pain, snapped me out of my reverie. That night, the night of my nineteenth birthday, I died. That night, I became a vampire. I gazed out of the train's window at the dark thunderclouds over Forks, Washington, a vampire's paradise. Sadness jolted through my body. My eyes pricked. If only I could cry. The train stopped smoothly at the station I was to get off at. I took a deep breath (though I didn't need it) to steady myself. The doors slid open, and I stepped off onto the platform, pulling my heavy suitcases behind me. I headed towards the door, making sure to look like I was having at least a bit of trouble with the suitcases. A few men offered to help, but I politely declined. I walked to the curb, searching for a taxi. Once I finally got one, I loaded the suitcases into the trunk and got into the passenger's seat. I smiled a bit, hearing the driver's heartbeat accelerate. "Where to?" he asked. I answered in my bell voice, and he drove off, sweating profusely. Once we'd pulled up into the driveway of the tiny hotel I was staying at, he timidly asked for my payment. I handed it over, adding a larger than usual tip. I then smiled and stepped out of the cab, taking my suitcases out of the trunk and walking into the lobby of my hotel, just as the first raindrops began to fall and the first rumblings of thunder started.