The Beginning and End

I have always dreamt of fire, and in my dreams it was the fire that called my name. But this name was not the name my mother had given me.

It was a name no one wanted to call out.

In this dream, the fire was my God and each person that burned next to me was smiling the smile of blood.

This is a story written to protect the ones we love from ourselves once we become the fire that follows us. This story is the purest form of the desire that one should not seek and I'm writing this story now, before I trade this fire for the darkness that never ends.

My story ended long before it started…

I grew up in a small town called Rustenburg. It is not exactly the definition of a small town, as they reminded us on a permanent daily basis that our town was the fastest growing town in South Africa.

I never really cared about the history. All I knew was that it was way too warm and definitely way too small for what my imagination had in mind for my life's journey.

I would define my life before it all started as a warm, adventurous walk in the sun –always writing a story and a to-do list in my mind, always viewing each person as a book I needed to read.

I can remember running around as a child, enjoying every moment of nature's love with my father. I had always been on my own. But I did value my family –my mother and my father.

There was only one rule I had to obey at all times, that was never to touch anyone when I felt anger wash over me.

I would like to introduce myself, before I open the book of my life to you.

I was Caroline Cullen, and now I am Master Cullen. It is with this letter that I will be the last of the voluntary to ever make contact with any person and immortal that would know of our existence.

I need to state clearly that the reason they stole me from my life was not because they wanted to give me the gift of immortality…the reason they stole me was not just because they saw a protector for their own, but they took me because they are evil, heartless, cold ones. Cold ones, not just because they are frozen in a body that shows no emotion, feels no pain, and has no temperature, but rather they're cold ones because they do not feel anything for anyone.

These are the ones I saw in my fire dreams. They had no names and they had no shadows, only the smile of blood. Little did I know, the blood they smiled...was the blood of the ones I was made to protect.

Who I was and who I am here in my last hours, is the reason I need to write this before I enter the fire.

May you read this story and remember who you are when our shadows follow you to my fire.

This is the story of the last Cullen to walk the grounds which we called Earth.

Okay so a big thanks you for Elizabeth for helping me! I'm so glad to have a sweet and wonderful beta* and inspiration hits when one reads a great story so thank you to all fanfic writers for inspiring this story

Kisses

Domenique