Hey folks! Sunshine here! my friend Jessica and I are cowriting this story. this is my first splurge into this twilight fandom, hence why you probly dont recognize me here. Im more a max ride person. i hope you enjoy it! im not sure how quick updates'll be, because, though i have some written, it takes me a while to type, and im not on too much. ok. enough with my babbling! on to the chapter!
Secret Love
Prologue:
It was the early 1800s, and smallpox raged across the world once again. A young girl by the name of Abby Brandon lay in a Dover hospital, her brother on the bed beside her. They were dying. The teenage boy doted on his little sister, Abby. Their other siblings had gotten off lucky. They were as healthy as could be expected, what with one sister going insane. Keeping this in mind as they lay, the young boy had a final wish. His death wish was this: that whatever force decided their fate, he would not have to see his little sister go before he himself did.
But, of course, Fate had a twisted way to deal with the world. As the two children were dying, a beautiful nurse by the name of Justice walked in with the Morgue Director, Samuel. Samuel pointed to the two children, telling Justice they would not make it through the night. As Justice carted them to the morgue, she realized that she pitied the children. Justice had a secret; one she planned to reveal this night on these two teens. As she lay them down on the ground, she bent over the boy, promising him he would live. With a shaky, pleading, dying voice, the boy told her to save Abby first, for he could feel she was closer to death then he. However, Justice had already started to save the boy, and when she turned to the young girl beside them, she realized that she had already passed the point of saving. Abby had died, leaving a heart-wrenching pain in Justice's unbeating heart. One she would forever keep with her. Justice then had a fear; she wondered if the boy would be able to stand life without his beloved sister.
As the boy made his transition to immortality, there is only one thing left to say. Fate had considered his request. For, though he would be around while his sister was not, he had not seen her die. Fate had once again twisted around a human's dying wish. However, Fate reasoned, she had the excuse that it was not a dying wish. For the boy had not died. His human life was over, yes; however, his existence was not.
R&R please?? it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! pwease? ill give ya snickerdoodles!