The familial bound - it is so strong that it is too painful to see.

That was the thought I had when I watched a family of three deer run through the clearing. I could clearly see the love that surrounded and tied them. I could not possibly take one of them away just for my selfish need. They did not deserve such a terrible end, especially from a evil monster like myself.

Their love was perhaps enhanced by the particular setting - the sun was shining brightly in to the little clearing, filled with natural lives of grass, tree, and flowers. If I have not known any better, I might have mistaken this scene as heaven. But of course, I am a bloodsucking creature, and should not be accepted in heaven, even if I should be able to end this existence.

As the deer family continued to enjoy the warmth and the beauty of the nature, I could not keep my mind from drifting to the thoughts of my family. A family that I used to call mine. A family that has been lost for a very long time.

It was over 300 years ago. My father was a well respected pastor in the small town in the west of England, happily married to a women from the aristocracy, and had a boy six years of age when I was born. That boy was called Jasper. We were a very happy family of four. Unfortunately, it was not meant to last forever. It was just after I turned four, when our mother passed away because of an illness. It was not so long afterwards that our father followed her. We were left alone in the world, with no one to care for us.

My father was an only child in his family, and although my mother was from a very wealthy home with three siblings, no one offered. It was understandable, given that our mother was never close to her family after she 'had ruined the reputation by the marriage' to our father.

Finally, after months of investigation into the family history and negotiations all in the courtesy of close acquaintances of our parents, Doctor Grey, we were to be placed under the protection of Doctor Carlisle Cullen, distant nephew of our mother's. He was a young man in his mid 20s, with vast fortune that included the estate in Bath, which he had inherited from his great uncle.

When the news of the said doctor caring for two recently orphaned children of his distance relations was spread, the society was quite at a shock, Doctor Cullen was too young to be a parent, when he was not even married or had no intention of marrying anyone. However, he was a kind and a great man. He was very natural at providing care for me and Jasper, and it did not take long time for us to consider him as our second father. My papa. We were very content in our lives.

The change was thrown upon as very suddenly. The fate was simply not with us. On the eve of the warmest day in November, he was called to deliver a child in the town just outside of Bath, and that was the last anyone saw of him. He was reported dead. He was yet to reach his thirties.

Once again, me and Jasper faced the grave prospect. What differed this time, was that we were taken immediately by the mother of Doctor Cullen, who was the widowed Lady Sinclair. Sadly, she was not a lovely person in nature. All she wanted was to ensure a great marriage match for Jasper, who was now the Earl of the Cullen estate, and his sister, to ensure her own 'splendid' and 'gorgeous' way of living was maintained. She also wished to accomplish those as soon as possible. When Jasper turned the age of eighteen, the arrangement was made for him to marry the eldest daughter of Sir Edgeworth. Lady Sinclair was also eager to marry me off at the same time, to the eldest son of Sir Wentworth, though she was forced to abandon the idea as Jasper did not agree, and without the consent of my guardian, there was nothing she could do on this matter.

However, within a year, the situation changed again. England could not avoid the open confrontation between the monarch and the nobility. As a member of the respected family in England, Jasper was summoned to join the parliamentary force. Although the civil war did end in favour of the parliament, it was not without some costs. My dear brother Jasper was never seen in the Cullen estate.

The report of my brother's death, however, encouraged Lady Sinclair to arrange my marriage, and I was to be the wife of Sir Richardson. I was not allowed to have a say in this matter, and I became Lady Richardson when I was fourteen. It was not a pleasant life. I was simply a small bird trapped in a dark cage.

'Excuse me, Miss, are you alright?'

I was brought back from my own memory suddenly, and turned around to face the owner of the voice. It was a young man, with blond hair.

'Little Bella?' It was whispered so softly that had I not been a vampire, I would have certainly missed it.

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