"Brother... What are you doing?" i tilted my head at him, and he chuckled, "Well, i'm trying to paint, but its not going very well" he sighed putting down the paints, i laughed "Carlisle, you know i am the only one that has the amzing painting talents" i winked at him, "Well, Isabella, dear sister of mine... you know i am the fastest, so ill give you a 1 seconde head started before your going down" he laughed at me and i flew out the room, only to me pounced on by my brother, Carlisle was 23, and it was a couple of days befored he moved out, and went to live on his own, started tickeling me, "Carlisle... stop...please....my dress" i manged to get out between laughs.
"Carlisle! Get off your sister!" father shouted from down the hall. He got off and helped me up, i brushed down my dress. "Come on boy, we have a lot to do. Isabella help your mother in the kitchen." he orderd "Yes father" i went to the kitchen to help mother but she wasn't there. "Mother... Mother where are you?" i heard a scream from the dining room. "MOTHER!?," i ran to the dining room to find my mother's life-less body laid on the table as a red eyed man wiped blood from his face and chuckled at me, "Well, Well well, what do we have here!" i ran out the room, "CARLISLE HELP!" my brother and i was very close, when i was scared or had hurt myself i would always call for Carlisle.
The red-eyed man was infront of me, "Don't be affraid i wont hurt you...much" i froze i am going to die! I could see out of the corner of my eye, a red-haird woman carrying my brother's body, he was screaming in pain, "CARLISLE" i yelled running to him, but the red-eyed man caught me, i cried silently as he wisperd in my ear "Your a special one, ill keep you" then suddenly a a sharp pain riped though my skin and a fire was let loose in my body.
And that was the last time i saw my brother.