I can vaguely remember the old chiffon dresses we used to wear at balls and her human and pretty face as she smiled kindly at the men that offered us hands for dancing. She would giggle and decline watching the dark haired man from Paris flirting with a crowd of women, a dandy, and she wished he would invite her to the circle. It was an unrequited love in the cloudy months of February. Only the bright face we thought so very handsome was deadlier than the swords in the hands of the revolutionary army.
Come March we and almost all of the girls that had once clung to his arms and whispered about him behind decorated fans fell from an inescapable fever. The illness took the lives of not only the daughters but of their families. But for those who knew, and who were none other than the young ladies themselves, it was another fate that had befallen them. We were the dolls of our collector and the predators of the night; newborn vampires with no other objective than to rip out the jugulars of their mothers and fathers and drink our fill of our brothers and sisters.
Then there were twenty-four of us in total, the outstanding of the bunch Clair, Annette, Angelique, Aime, and I, Emilie. My sister took another name that she fancied. We called her 'Maria'. In comparison I was far lovelier in appearance but she would excite crowds with her voice. She spoke of new ideals that the English vampire had introduced the immortal community. She had her heart set on a new hero, Carlisle, and with no further use for the man who kept us together she inspired the other girls to rebel against him. And so the man we had all once been infatuated with was ripped apart the hands of mutiny.
Eventually her love for the vegetarian ways would be her downfall. After the Volturi's defeat with the mighty Cullen coven and their half-breed daughter anyone that was accused of being a 'Cullen sympathizer' was beheaded. As passionate as our sisters were about Maria they cast her out and I followed her dutifully into hiding.
Maria was zealous about following Carlisle's ideals. I'd tried to convince to drink from humans to change our eye color but she would not vary from her diet. 'It's the right way, Emma. Don't ever let them change you. Like this we are free,' and she says this to me like the siblings we once were.
They got her.
I ran.
I had already lived through one revolution but it seemed another of a different sort was coming full throttle at me and the rest of my kind. I would join those who would try to avoid it, possibly pretend it wasn't happening though we knew better. And when the time came I would be consumed by this force as well.