FORGOTTEN
Chapter One
AUTHOR'S NOTE / RECAP:
This story picks up where Breaking Dawn left off. Bella is already a vampire, Renesemee a happy and healthy hybrid, and Edward is finally happy with the life he was given. Chapter one is technically a preface, setting up the story to come, so it is a bit shorter. All-in-all this story will be fairly short, around 10 or 11 chapters total. I've been thinking of doing different POVs for it, but I'm still unsure about that. Bear with me and enjoy.
WARNING:
This isn't your average Twilight tale, although, it won't necessarily be considered dark. You should be forewarned that there will be cussing and possible smut. It isn't rated T for nothing.
DISCLAIMER:
I regret to say that I do not own Twilight or the characters from the Twilight saga. Those belong to Stephanie Myer and it is her sandbox that I'm playing in. I mean no disrespect to her and no copyright infringement is intended.
CHAPTER ONE - Nothingness
BELLA POV
It was dark. That's about as far as my surroundings went. Dark and noiseless and… dank. I could taste the dampness in the air, smell stale water on dirty concrete, but that was it.
I saw nothing and I heard nothing, but, more importantly, I remembered nothing. The only thing I seemed to know, and it was more instinct than fact based, was that I was a vampire; a creature beyond the mortal realm with heightened senses and extraordinary strength. Maybe that's why it frightened me that I couldn't move my limbs. Not even a twitch of my little finger.
The weight on my chest brought a flash, a memory, maybe? There was a phantom burn, singeing my already dead veins and the echo of a steady breath that brought a sense of passed time with it. Surely it was all in my wildly over active imagination. Right?
After that glimpse of the long ago dream faded, the nothingness returned. I don't know what had happened before or how I ended up in the darkness, but, like always, I wished for it to end. The void that surrounded me seemed to have sucked away everything that I was. The only thing I could remember was my name. I was Isabella and clung to that knowledge like a life raft.
The torture continued and I, once again, began to question my sanity. My own name started to sound odd in my thoughts, like it, too, was a figment of my imagination. Would I lose everything that I was? Not only my memories and my past, but my name as well? The idea made me internally shiver.
Then something changed.
I heard a noise in the nothingness; whispered footsteps and swooshing air. My instincts sensed another of my kind, but what could I do? Helpless. I felt the weight life from my body and my eyes shot open, on high alert. I knew normal, human eyes, would take hours to adjust, but the change occurred as quickly as my hyper-aware mind processed it.
In front of me was another of my kind, but this one seemed to look more brittle than I ever felt, even after lying still and lifeless for an eternity. The man hovered too close, his long, silky black hair brushed against the base of his cloak. What set him apart was the paper thin skin that stretched over his high cheekbones and the murkiness of his red eyes. He was ancient, well beyond my years.
"Hello, young one." His perfect teeth flashed a perfect smile and I hated the contrast they held against his eyes. "My name is Aro. Welcome to Volterra."
AUTHOR'S END NOTE:
There you have it. Bella was shrouded in darkness, the person she was has been stripped away by the darkness that she was in. Right now, the only thing she can remember is her name. What does Aro have in store for her?