True Love Lasts Forever Summary: Carmen's life on her love, Eleazar. How they where changed into vampires to how Carmen gets Eleazar to know she loves him.
I was walking in the white, sparkling snow. It was freezing—but even though the cold did not bug me, I had to wear the jacket, scarf, and hat to fit into this place full of humans. I am not well known here, so I go on by myself.
I stopped to look up at the big castle in front of me. It was the home of the Volturi, the "royal" vampires who lived in Volterra.
The castle was beautiful, but not as beautiful as the guard I could not stop staring at. His name was Eleazar, and I loved him. We knew each other; before we had been old friends. I wondered if he had and would ever know that I loved him so much.
--Flashback We were walking home laughing, heading back from one of our best friend's party. "I can't believe Mike got drunk like that!" Eleazar exclaimed. We were 24, allowed to drink, but let me tell you—no one should be allowed to drink like Mike had done. In the end, though, it was funny. "I know! It was insane wasn't it?" I laughed. How sweet! I thought to myself. I really liked him. "Okay!" I said, feeling my cheeks turning hot. My face was probably red. Hopefully he wouldn't see, considering my tan complexion. I was Spanish. "It's really dark out right now," I mentioned as were walking. "Yeah, it is." He said in an, 'I'm staring into space' kind of way. "I see something in the street; stay here while I go check."
"Ha, yeah!" He agreed, and then turned to face me. "So, should I walk you home?"
Eleazar walked a distance while I waited. After minutes had passed, it seemed to me like he was taking forever. I decided to check.
"Eleazar?" I called. I walked out into the street to find out what he was doing.
And then I saw.
There, laying on the ground and to me looked to be dead, was Eleazar.
'He was hit!' I thought to myself, panic flowing through my body. I ran to a police station as fast as I could even though it was dark, but there was enough light from the moon to find my way. I got there in about seven minutes, knowing it wouldn't be enough time.
When I reached the police station, I burst through the doors yelling.
"I need help!"
"Excuse me, miss." A woman's voice said. It was the secretary. "You have to come here and fill out these forms."
My fists clenched. I have no time for this! "MY FRIEND WAS HIT!" I screamed at the lady. I was in hysteria. How could someone calm down in this situation?!
"Miss, hold on. Where was she hit?"
"He," I corrected her, "was hit down the street, about seven minutes away while running!" I was still panicking, but had calmed down to talk in a quieter voice.
All of a sudden, I heard a police man calling to tell me to follow him. I did as told. We got into his car and drove off. The way there, I explained to him the whole story.
When we got to the exact spot all that was left was a bloody mess… but the body was gone.
Gone!
"Where is he?!" I yelled, starting to sob. It was the same exact location, I was positive of it!
The police looked for any kind of markings but couldn't find anything.
"It will be okay." He tried comforting me, but I knew it would never work.
He was gone, my best friend was gone.
I didn't know how to live. He was probably the most important person in my life, considering that when I was seventeen both of my parents had died in a terrible car crash.
Without saying another word, I walked home by myself in the dark.
I was dead after that night. I never did much but eat and sleep and stare.
It was my routine every single day.
A week later the funeral was held. I could tell a lot of people were worried about me, but I pretended that I would be okay. I must have been as white as a ghost; someone even remarked that I did.
About 3 weeks after the funeral, when I was home alone, I decided to do the only thing I could do to end my pain. I went into my room and opened the closet, finding the rope that I had hid under my clothes. I stared at it for some time. I was slowly deciding if I really wanted to do this. I had no life, no other option—I prayed that I would die every night. No one had even come to me, not once. It was like no one cared how I felt about this boy. I had no more family, besides a sister, brother-in-law, and a niece who lived miles away.
I took the rope, ready to kill myself.
But right before I was ready, I felt a sharp bite in my next. I screamed at the pain as my body started to burn.
Everywhere.
I fell to the ground unconscious.
--End flashback
I shuddered at the thought of the burning in my body. It was strangely not the moment I remembered the most, like most vampires had said. What I did remember, though, was the pain of seeing my best friend dead.
Oh course, he had never been dead, but stolen away by a vampire and changed, but at the time I didn't know that. In fact, I would have never known that if I hadn't been changed.
Instead, I would have been dead right now, hopefully in Heaven, which I believed in when I was human.
I always wondered if I would rather have ended my life completely, but I can't help feeling that I'm happy to be changed. It seemed right to me, like I was supposed to find something that would make my life perfect, forever.
And I know just who would.
A/N: This is my first fanfic. (if its not obvious right now XD)
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