They wouldn't understand and that's okay because even if they did they wouldn't believe.
Chapter 1: Life before Forks, Washington
The first time I met the strange yet pleasant mysterious man was when I was six years old. I was a naive little girl, oblivious to the danger of the world. I was shopping with my parents down in the plaza when I saw him sitting down on a wooden bench. He wasn't doing much, just sitting there minding his own business. But if I had to look back to that day it almost seems as if he was searching for something or more like someone.
He appeared to be in his mid-twenties. His black hair wasn't nicely done but it wasn't bad looking either. His facial structure was impossibly perfect. He had a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, nice thick dark eyebrows, rosy lips, and even his nose was perfect. At a young age, I didn't know such a man even existed, he was perfect, just perfect. But the thing that captured my interest wasn't how perfect he seemed or even his perfect posture but his strange eyes. His bright crimson eyes were the most striking feature of that young man. They were strange yet beautiful, like nothing I ever have seen before. They weren't only beautiful but the way the scran through the crowd, almost as if they were hungry. Crimson eyes that told many secrets, secrets that no living souls should ever know. I knew that he held them locked in a heavy casket so beautiful that you wouldn't dare to open in fear of what might be hidden inside. And yet all you wanted was to open that casket and take a sneak peek, just one tiny little peak to satisfy your craving. But you knew, if you did then you would never come out.
The second time I saw him was when I was eight years old, two years after the first encounter. Although my physical appearance changed, he didn't. He was the same as before but this time he was even more memorizing than the last. I was walking home from school when I saw him standing underneath a tree, it was impossible for you to miss him since he was wearing an all-black designer suit. He was standing there in a statue-like, shielding himself from the harsh sunlight. His perfect structure face was clean and utterly serious. Although his crimson eyes were hidden behind a pair of square sunglasses that mirrored the scene in front of him, I knew he was looking at me. It sorta brought a smile to my face. I kept facing him and he kept standing there. People passed by him as if he wasn't even there but of course, he was. I was seeing him and if I could see him then others could too, right? Ignoring all of the signs telling me to run, I offered him my biggest smile and waved my hand to him. I saw his rosy pink lips pull up in the corner before it fell. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared. The mysterious man underneath the tree was gone just like that. At that time I didn't think anything of it, it didn't register in my mind that perhaps the mysterious red eye man was, in fact, a dangerous man.
The third time I saw him was when I ten years old. Once again my physical appearance changed yet he seems as though he's frozen in his. Just like the other two times, I saw him and he looked the same, undeniably beautiful. But this time he wasn't far from me, no this time he actually came up to me and we had a pleasant conversation. And just like this face, his voice was beautiful. He saw the bashful expression on my face when I heard his voice. A small smile played on his lips and I guess he gets this kind of reaction a lot. It wasn't his question that got me feeling this way or the fact that he came to talk to me but it was the sound of his voice that got my heart pumping fast. His voice was deep yet pleasant, his tone- luxurious and warm. And just like his crimson eyes, his voice screamed power and command. Such power that sends chills through your whole body. I knew that when he spoke, every head in the room would turn. He speaks as if he knew your deepest and darkest secret. Despite the fact that I only spoke to him for about fifteen minutes, it was the best fifteen minutes of my life. Well, it was until I saw him again.
The last time I saw him was when I was twelve years old. It was late at night, I was sleeping in my bedroom as I heard a loud thud waking me up from my sleep. Sleepy yet curiously I got up from my bed and went downstairs, wondering what was going on. Like I mention before it was late at night so no one should be awake at this hour but boy, was I wrong. Walking into the kitchen there was no one in there, walking into the living room no one was there. I was about to give up but I saw my father's office door open. Coming from inside his office, a light was showing through a crack of the door. Who knew they were right, curiosity killed the cat. Although father's door wasn't closed all the way, I could still see through the small opening. And what I witness was terrifying. My mother was on the floor naked, legs spread open and she was making strange noises. And on top of her was the strange crimson man, he wasn't nake like my mother but he wasn't fully dressed. He had his lips on my mother's neck, sucking on her while she was making strange noises. It appears as if she's enjoying whatever he was doing to her. Frozen in my spot, heart beating fast, eyes wide I couldn't move or do anything as I watched my mother and the mysterious man continue whatever they were doing. As if he felt my eyes on him, he looked up. He didn't seem to be afraid that he was caught or surprised that I was there, he seems almost happy. His bright crimson eyes locked with my shocked green eyes.
Without looking away he slowly leaned down and once again attaching his teeth on my mother's neck. His 'teeth' or whatever they were sunk into her neck causing her to make the same strange noise but this time it was louder. He continued to stare at me as he attacked her neck, sucking on it. Without breaking our connection, he roughly pulled my mother towards him causing her to gasp and scream. Even with her screaming and his dangerous eyes staring straight to my soul I couldn't do anything. I was frozen in place without having the will to move. I continue to stare at him as he continued to plunge into my mother. Seconds, minutes perhaps hours went by and not once did I leave or did we lose our eye contact. Suddenly everything stopped, he detached his teeth from my mother's neck, red liquid ran down from his lips to his neck. My mother stopped screaming, she stopped moving. He dropped my mother on the floor with a loud thud. Not once did his bright crimson eyes leave my green eyes. Slowly he made his way towards me and just like before I couldn't move. He walked as though I was some kind of prey he was hunting. His movements were slow and dangerous. When he was standing in front of me, he stopped and searched something within my eyes. I think he found whatever he was searching for because his eyes soften and a sincere smile appeared on his lips. Without saying anything he picked me up from my frozen spot. Yeah, I was stiffed as a board but that didn't matter to him. He began walking upstairs, passing my playroom, passing the guest rooms, passing my parent's room until we were in front of my bedroom. He opened my door and walked insides as if he owned the place. Pulling down the bedcovers he slowly put me on my bed and covered my body. Once again my green eyes locked with his crimson eyes, we didn't speak, we didn't move but stared. After what seemed like a lifetime, he bends down and gently placed a kiss on my forehead. His lips linger there for a while before he finally speaks up.
"My little dove, do not tell a soul of what you saw down there. It'll be our little secret okay" he whispers. A few seconds later I nodded my head once letting him know I understood what he meant. His lips were still on my forehead and I could feel him smiling.
"Such a good little dove. My good little dove," and just like before he disappeared in a blink of an eye. Not even a second later, I ran downstairs to my father's office and my mother's body wasn't there. There was no evidence that she was there in the first place. Confused, shocked and scared I laid where my mother's naked body once stood. I curled up in a small ball and drifted off to sleep. My last thought was of the red eye man who called me, little dove.
The next day when my father came home from his baseball trip he found me in his office, curled up in a ball. Waking me up from my dream, he asked me where my mother was at and why was I sleeping here? I couldn't tell him about last night or about the strange red eye man, I didn't know if I was afraid or just plain stupid but I didn't tell him anything. I just stared at him with empty eyes, I felt empty inside. A twelve-year-old year feeling empty because she couldn't tell her father the truth.
Days later my mother's body was found in hot Arizona's desert. Some hikers found her naked body with punctured holes all around her neck. Along with her dead body, a message was found. The police and my father were confused and they didn't understand what it meant but I knew. The red eye man wanted me to keep quiet and not say a word, for me to live my life as if nothing ever happened because if I didn't then he'll be back. The message was simple 'Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.'
At first, I thought he meant that if I say a word, he'll come back and kill me but it wasn't that. Because out of the three of us two are already dead, my mother and him which makes me the only one keeping the secret. Later on, I figured out why his eyes were red instead of a normal human color. As I continued to uncover more of his secrets the more secrets I added to own beautiful casket. In a way, his secrets were my secrets and of course, I couldn't say a word about it. Perhaps he knew that I knew his secrets and he was alright with it because if I told anyone about his secrets they'll know all of mine.
Eventually, I stopped trying to uncover more of his secrets and started to live my life. The more secrets I uncovered the more secrets I added to my list. When I stopped my strange obsession with the mysterious man, I learned that my father began dating someone who had a daughter my own age, Isabella Swan. I didn't know she went to my school and I even had some classes with her. Apparently, we sat next to each other in our shared classes but we didn't pay attention to each other- more like I was busy trying to uncover the undead's secrets. After I saw how happy my father was with Isabella's mother, I accepted the relationship openheartedly. Although Isabella and I are completely different and she's older by two months we get along just perfectly. When my father and Isabella's mother got married we became the perfect family.
Isabella prefers to be called Bella but I'm the only one who can call her by her full name. Every summer she visits her dad up in Forks, Washington and I would visit my mother's parents in New York. But when we were fourteen, Isabella and I begged my father to let me go with her to Forks. After two whole days of convincing my father, he said 'yes' if only Charlie agreed with it. Of course, Isabella's dad Charlie agreed and he was happy to finally meet me. During that summer, I made more friends than I did in Arizona. Isabella was friends with the Black family, a long time friends of Charlies. But my friend was Sam Uley, although he was older than us he became my best friend and older brother figure. But like all good things, everything must come to an end. Suddenly one day Sammy stopped calling, texting, emailing and even writing to me. I thought I did something bad so I called his cell phone and his house phone. I wanted to apologize for any of my wrong behavior but he never called me back. All of my emails were left unread and even my letter were being sent back. Not having Sammy to talk to made me feel bad, it was as if someone took a piece of my soul away from me. As he continues to ignore me I did a little digging about his tribe and once again I gained another secret. I wrote him a letter explaining my discovery, asking if I was correct. The letter was never sent back but I received an email from him the following week. The email contained two little words 'I'm sorry', to someone it wouldn't make sense to why he send me those words but to me, but to me it made total sense. He was apologizing for ignoring and hurting me but he was also telling me to keep a secret. I guess I was the guardian of secrets to the supernatural.
After a year of finding another secret, my father was going on the road for his baseball trip. But unlike the other years this time Renee, my stepmother, was going with my father. Isabella felt bad that her mother was going to stay with us while my father was on the road, so she came up with the plan of us living with her father Charlie down in Forks. At first, both Renee and my father went against it. One, Isabella doesn't like the cold and two my father didn't like the idea of me being away from him. After some time convincing both Renee and my dad they agreed but with some rules of course. They talked with Charlie asking him of his idea of Isabella's plan, immidently he was on board with us. He was thrilled to have Isabella and me with him. He promised my father that I was going to be safe with him and of course my father believed him. Not only is Charlie a father but because he's the Chief of Police and no one and I mean no one would mess with the daughters of the chief.
It was early January when Isabella and I would move with Charlie. Days before the move, Renee continued to ask Isabella if she was okay with the whole thing. Of course, Isabella put on a fake smile and said she was okay with it. She wanted our parents to have some time together as a married couple without having their two teenage daughters along. When the day of the move finally came, Isabella was about to crack and tell our parents never mind but when she saw how happy her mother was about going on the road she stopped and went along with the whole plan. I knew Isabella didn't want to move to Fork even though we're only going to be there until my father gets signed with a baseball team, most likely the Suns will sign him. I, on the other hand, do not mind moving to Forks. Although I won't spend my time with Sam like we before I'll make the most out of it. Unlike my sister Isabella, I don't think that Forks will be all that awful.
I mean what could possibly go wrong?