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Bella's pov.
Let me die. Let me die. Let me die. I can't stand this pain anymore. I don't even know what kind of pain it was. I tried to remember, but I couldn't. There was only one face what was in my head. It was the face of Bree. My little sister. I protected her from anything since she was born. I couldn't even remember what kind of dangers we had, but I knew that our own parents hadn't been there for us. I knew that I hadn't seen them since I was four. But I only remember their voices. They didn't sound warm at all. My little sister was only baby when they were killed by someone. I couldn't remember who it had been. All I can remember is that I wanted revenge for something around it. I had wanted it ever since my sister had been born. Revenge. It kept me alive. That and my little sister Bree. Again her face flashed in the front of my mind. I wondered if she was in the same pain as me. I didn't hope so. It was almost unbearable. But if she was than I hoped that she would survive. I don't even want to survive myself, but my little sister didn't deserved to die. Never had she done something wrong. I knew I did everything wrong. That's why they always punished me. They... Who are they? I can't even remember them. I tried to think harder. Nope. Not even a voice. Then I heard the voices of my parents again. I knew that because they had hunted me ever since they had died. They were always mad, I can't remember the happy moments with them. If I even had them, for that matter. It's so strange that I can't remember anything. Well, anything besides my sister of course. But then again, did I want to remember anything else? My mind would have a good reason to forget all those things.
Ugh... This pain is getting worse with the second. I was close to die. I didn't even screamed for it anymore. Again a picture of my sister flashed in the front of my mind. This time she was younger than the last. They get younger and younger. The first one she was fourteen. She is fourteen. Now I see her as only nine years old. I started to get a little vision. It was her ninth birthday. I was thirteen myself at the time. I surprised her with a picnic in our little meadow. We had found it just a week after we arrived at our new orphanage. I remembered that we had been there for three years. It was a little place called Forks. Almost on the other side of America. We came from Texas. The last orphanage was actually back in Texas. That's where I got eighteen. I moved out of the orphanage and after a month I convinced them to let me adopt my sister. A week later she lived with me in our new home. It was close to our old one.
Suddenly my pictures change and then I get this face in the front of my mind. It was Jasper. Jasper Whitlock. I then remembered our conversation. I was only four when I met him. He had some connections to the dead of my parents. I wanted to know what kind of, but I guessed he had killed them. Then I heard his voice.
'I will come back for you. That is a promise.' he says. I wanted to scream 'no'. But I said something very different.
'My revenge will be sweet. And that too is a promise.' I could scream out. I then knew that he had some connections to my parents dead. That was certain now. I had wanted my revenge for him killing my parents, did I... Why else would I want my revenge? I also remembered some other conversation between me and another vampire.
'Everyone fears the great Whitlock. If you are in danger from any of us, than just whisper his name. No vampire will survive in a fight against him. Even the volturi are afraid of him.' is whispered in my head by this vampire-woman.
'Whitlock? Forget what I tried to do!' a man said afraid.
'The volturi are the greatest coven ever. Only Whitlock can defeat them.' another man said. I remembered using his name to protect me and my sister. My sister didn't understand but listened to what I said. That's how we got to learn to recognize vampires. They have black or red eyes. The red ones are safer because they are not so thirsty anymore. The black ones will be very thirsty, and you have to avoid them at any cost. My sister escaped in total thirsty-eight vampires. Only saying the name Whitlock. Some even ran away after we had whispered. Other wanted to know how we knew that name. And again others protected us for a while. I bet Whitlock had heard of us already, and I wondered if he remembered us. But then again, vampires got a good memory. Wait a sec. This pain. This great pain... Isn't it like... like they all told me? Then I knew what kind of pain it was. I turned into a vampire. I was nineteen and I could take my revenge. Revenge on Whitlock. After fifteen years... What about my sister? Is she also bitten? As much as I didn't want her to feel this pain, I wanted her to be there if I lived forever. Will she also become a vampire? Just like me? Will she help me get my revenge? Then suddenly the pain numbed. It slowly numbed until it finally stopped.
'My revenge will be sweet. And that too is a promise.' were my thoughts just before I opened my eyes to my new life. My vampire life.