I wasn't supposed to exist. I was nothing but a mistake created by a forbidden romance between two enemies. I knew that I was a monster, no matter what Abby tried to tell me. Abby didn't understand how it felt to be alive when so many others had died because they believed that I was "innocent", that I could be saved somehow. It wasn't right. It wasn't fair. Monsters didn't deserve to live.
My parents had hated me. They knew that I was a monster, that I shouldn't have been born, so they kept me hidden from society. I had spent most of my life locked inside my house, never allowed to leave. I had my own room, but the only piece of furniture in it was a chair that I wasn't even allowed to sit in. It was more for decoration than anything.
Eventually they told others of my existence, but it was nothing but a mistake. The higher government found out about me and killed anyone who tried to protect me. My parents protected me, but it wasn't because they loved me. Nothing could be farther of the truth. My mother and father were prideful creatures, and didn't want anyone else to kill me. They should have done it sooner. It would have saved a lot of time.
Mom and Dad were dead now. They had taken a trip to Italy and never came back. I was relocated to a new home, with a new mother and an older sister. They didn't know who or what I was. But it was only a matter of time before I caused trouble to them. The archangels—the law enforcement of my kind—had found me, and they wanted to take me into custody.
My new family had protected me, at the cost of my adoptive mother's life. My sister and I were now in hiding, in a small town of Forks. I knew that this was where the largest coven of vampires in the world—the Cullens—currently lived. I briefly wondered how they would react to me. Would they think of me as a monster, or try to treat me like Abby did? I suppose there's only one way to find out.
My name is Elizabeth, except… not really. Elizabeth was only a cover name. My kind didn't use their birth names until they became of age. In fact, it was forbidden to speak one's birth name before then, although my parents hadn't exactly been the best at following rules. I, unlike others of my kind at my age, already knew my birth name.
Nelliel. Such a beautiful name for an ugly creature.
