Wow guys! I am so stinking excited to get this thing out! I want to get several chapters up though, so I will be extremely busy the next few days. You won't see this until probably Sunday the Twenty First.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Stephenie Meyer came up with these beautiful characters!
Oh, the Cullens are normal vampiric Cullens okay? They are pretty much the same minus Bella.
I would write a summary but it would give it away. JUST READ! This is the prologue. The next chapter is several months from now.
We had been living in this beautiful house for a month now. We attended the purgatory school every week day, excluding sunny days. Everything was normal. Or as normal as you can get in a house full of vampires. Esme had spotted the house online one day, and decided we should uproot ourselves and move to Forks, Washington. It was time anyway. Some of the students and faculty at the London school started wondering why we didn't appear to age. When they asked, we just told them we had really good skin cream. A lie, of course. Vampires don't age. Nor sleep, nor eat anything besides blood. We had chosen a different lifestyle then most. We chose to drink animal blood.
The house was beautiful, though. Esme was excited to do some renovating and add some décor. She was so pleased with it. The back wall was all glass and the house was located in the middle of a forest. No human would discover us here. We Cullens love our lavish things. Especially our cars. The large garage was set up to the left of my room. I could look down from my third story wall of glass and could see the garage door open. Rosalie was revamping Emmett's jeep. I went back over to my leather couch and sprawled out on it. I turned on some Debussy.
I had been witnessing strange things lately. I didn't tell any of my family. I kept seeing a girl in the mirrors or in the window's reflections. It didn't scare me. I was a rock hard vampire, nothing scared me. It just worried me. Of all the mythical things I knew of, I hadn't known of any…ghosts? I wasn't sure what she was. She was beautiful though. I started to question my sanity. One hundred some odd years of no wife or girlfriend or anything must be taking it's toll on me.
I closed my eyes, wishing I could sleep for a few hours. No matter how hard we all tried, we couldn't though. I hadn't had a second of sleep in a century. I pictured the girls face again. It danced behind my eyelids and clouded my vision. When I opened my eyes, I could still see her face swimming beneath the surface. I let out a frustrated groan. Edward? Are you okay? Esme must have heard me. "I'm fine. I just can't decide what to listen to today." I lied in a whisper. Esme sighed in her mind and went back to writing out her blueprints. That was something else I wish I could do. I wished I could shut off my mind reading abilities sometimes. No one had anything interesting to think usually anyway.
"Edward." The voice stated. I sat up off the couch and glanced around. The voice was female, but did not sound like my mother or sisters. The voice was smooth and pretty, and it sounded as if this female voice was testing the word out. I looked around the room and glanced over at the glass wall. I saw the girls reflection, but then it disappeared. I seriously almost had a heart attack. I don't understand this. I really must be going insane. But the voice was so sweet. Like honey and wind chimes. I replayed the single word over in my head a few times. Her heart shaped face fogged my vision once more.
I didn't understand this. Was I seeing things? Was there something there? I almost screamed out because of frustration, but the look on this angel's sweet face stopped me. The look I had seen reflected on the glass was of confusion. Did this angel know me? Was it my long lost mother, Elizabeth? No way. Elizabeth had bronze hair like myself. This…apparatus or whatever it was had mahogany hair that waved and cascaded over her shoulders and fell straight down her back. Her eyes were deep chocolate pools. The little petite apparatus had a heart shaped face, a perfectly straight and angular nose, and such pretty features.
I glanced at the wall again. She was there. She didn't disappear this time though. She stood there, staring at me with pleading chocolate eyes. Her hand was pressed against the glass, as if trying to touch something. I lifted my hand and placed it where her's appeared. A smile brightened her face. It was so startlingly beautiful I nearly fell backwards. She nodded once and was gone again. Who was this girl? Or more accurately…what was she?