Mwa ha ha! Chapter 2! If you want to know anything about anyting just PM me. Hope you like it, I worked pretty hard on it

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Good Optimistic Lier!

She was going through unbearable pain. Everything that belonged to her, her identity, her emotions, washed away from her conscious, chased by that murderous agony. She couldn't help it. She had to scream. The torturous feeling burned through her veins, afflicting everywhere with the same cruel feeling. "Just let me die", she shrieked to no one but herself, "Please god just let me die!" she screamed again, before her mouth was covered, and she could only wither inside herself.

Inside her throbbing, flaming self.

She opened her eyes, each movement she made was like knives slashing at every inch of her body. As she looked up, she saw a man with billowing blond hair, looking like it was slicked back from what seemed to be strong winds. Her vision was hazy, but she realized that he was holding her in his arms, and wind was striking her body at an unnatural rate. Was he the one who did this too her? This pain that ravaged her body? What had she done? What had she done to deserve this? Where was he taking her!? She started to scream silently, struggling to get away. The excruciating pain was starting to take back control of her senses, and her fight slackened. The mysterious young man looked down at her, and his dark amber eyes caused her to loose her concentration.

"It will be over soon, I promise you." he said, sympathy pooled in his eyes. His face was inhumanly beautiful, he couldn't be real. None of this was real. But than she thought, why did any of it matter? How could anything matter when she was in such severe, punishing pain? She breathed in sharply, and snapped her eyes shut again, balling her fingers into tight fists. The pain had to stop. It had to stop. It had to go away. Go away.

It will be over soon, I promise you. It will all be over soon. Over soon.

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Scorching, consuming, torturing, grueling, insufferable. Evan was in incomprehensible pain, and there didn't seem to be a way out. Had the beautiful man lied? Had his words been some cruel joke? Where was she? Hell? Some sick twisted form of heavan? She didn't care. She didn't know. None of it mattered.

How long had she been here? How long had she been like this?

And than it popped. Her body racked by the feeling that she was finally dead. She could rest now. Than the pain began to dull, slowly loosing it fiery grip over her body and mind. Was it over? She slowly began to sense the things around her without opening her eyes. She was laying on something soft. A bed? A couch? She ran her fingers across the covers, the pain was seeping away. The fabric she was laying on was slick like silk, and slipped from her hands as she grabbed the blanket softly.

She took a shaky, staggering breath, and felt pressure release from her arms, had someone been holding her down? She breathed through her nose, and recoiled. Everything smelled sharp, distinct. Than she heard a loud voice, but with the hum of a mumble, "She'll be awake in 12 seconds." mumbled, spoke, whatever you would call it, a female voice announced. The room took a thankful breath. It was more than one. How many were there? Why were they here?

She slowly opened her eyes, to find herself staring at the top of a canopied bed. She blinked, and than took in the astounding difference. The canopy wasn't just a dark royal green. It had somehow become crystallized, almost sparkling. She widened her eyes, astounded. She could see everything! As she concentrated on the beautiful fabric, she noticed every fiber, every fragment of dust. Was this real? Was this possible?

She gasped, and shot up from the pillows into a sitting position, faster than anything she had ever experienced, so fast it knocked the breath out of her. What was going on? She twitched, and looked wildly about the room. Faces, strangers, people she didn't know gathered around her bed. Who were they? Why were they here? She focused on their faces, one by one, analyzing the details of their forms, calculating their features, memorizing them before she even realized what she was doing, it must have been half of a second.

What she saw was this: On her left side was a woman so striking, it shocked her, she was gorgeous, divine, with long blond hair, her eyes looking at her with concern, bright golden orbs. A dark curly haired man sat beside her, resting his bear paw of a hand on the woman's strong and confident shoulders, holding it affectionately. Lovers? Dating? Beside the man was another woman, not as unbelievable as the first, but she was lovely all the same. She had her palm resting on Evans leg, her chestnut hair falling over her shoulders as she looked at her with expecting eyes. Eyes. The same as the two before. At the foot of the bed a man with a mass of honey blond hair strewn around his head, looked at her in a calculating way, his face better than that of model, he looked radiant, his eyes the same color as the others. What was with their eyes? Were they related? They didn't look the same. On the corner beside the man was a woman with dark ebony hair, but unlike the others, it was short, and spiked unnaturally. Her face though was delicate, and ideal, her mouth curved into a huge smile that looked like it was ready to burst at the seams, her fingers tapped so fast, they should have been a blur, but Evan saw it. Beside her was a boy, younger than the rest, with unruly copper hair. Like every other, his face was unreal, and dazzling, with the same bright amber eyes.

Right next to her head, parallel from the blond woman, knelt the same man she had seen last time she was able to comprehend the world around her, It will be over soon, I promise you. He looked at her sadly, guilt seeping into his face. Why was he guilty? What had he done!? She whipped her head and looked at each and ever one again.

"W-w-what's going on?" she asked them, terrified, afraid. Each of them cringed, as if they too were nervous to speak. "Who are you?" she asked them again, finding the courage not to stutter. If it was possible, her eyes widened farther. That wasn't her voice. Her voice was deeper, more rough. Like that of a girl who hadn't developed the feminine ring in her speech. The one who spoke had a melodic tone, a voice to young and angelic to be an adults, but to old and mature to be a child's. But it was her who uttered the words.

Her hands went up to her throat, her knees contracting to her body as her nails scraped at her neck, her face contorted into a mask of confusion. In a flash, her hands were held in the blond man from before grip, "Please don't hurt yourself. We have much to discuss." he said as he released them, and she took them slowly to her sides.

"What's going on?" she asked again, attempting to sound assertive. "Who are you?" she asked again quickly, still shocked at the sound coming out of her mouth. The man took a deep breath, "My name is Carlisle." he said, looking at her in the eyes, "This is Edward-" the boy with copper hair beside him nodded, "Alice-" the black haired woman raised her hand, "Jasper-" the man at the bottom of her bed bowed his head to her, "Esme-" the woman with brown haired woman waved, "And Emmett and Rosalie." he said as the blond woman, and dark haired man waved as well. "We live here." he said motioning to the grand room around him. "And what is your name?" he said, asking me. He didn't know? "My name is Evangeline." I said quietly, having no reason to lie.

Than the real question on her mind. "Why am I here?"

And that was how I learned of vampires.

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He told me of his kind. Our kind. We were impossibly strong. We could run faster than the most dedicated predator chasing after his prey. He told us of our acute senses, how we could see, hear, taste, and feel things, find things no other human could. He told us of our immortality, and how there was only one way to kill us. He told me of why we couldn't go out in the sun.

He told us how we were the most advanced creatures known to earth.

It was almost to much to handle. How could this happen to me? How could any of this be possible? The only thing that kept me stable I think is the fact that I would not have to feed off of humans. It was a relief. She couldn't imagine herself drinking someones blood. When he had told her of... what she was, the first thing she imagined was Ashley's bloodied neck in between her teeth. It would have been unbearable, horrifying to live like that. Eat what she was, or, once was?

But he didn't answer her question.

Carlisle looked at her patiently, and asked her, "Is there anything else you wish to know?" she paused. Would he tell her? Was there a reason he was avoiding the real question, or did he not get it?

"Carlisle." The boy named Edward said, "She wants to know why she's here." he said, adding the emphasis on here. How did he know that? Was she mumbling? "No, you weren't." he said, looking over to her. What!? Was he reading her mind? Edward nodded, "Some of us have special abilities. I can read minds, Alice can read the future, and Jasper can sense, and manipulate emotions." So that was why she was so calm perhaps. She looked to Jasper, who nodded, basically answering her question. "But doesn't that mean that I wouldn't have any-" Rosalie cut her off, "Privacy?" she finished, "Yes it does mean that." she said bitterly, as if it bothered her too.

Evan looked down. This was too much to handle at once. She decided to ignore the nagging feeling at the pit of her stomach and continue, "Carlsile. Why me?" she asked him, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes. The emotional weight was starting to get heavy. "Jasper." he said quietly, the blond man nodding in response, before continuing; "We,were hunting in the mountains that night. The deer population in the area was over loaded, though hunting season had just ended. When I first saw you, you were lying in a pool of your own blood near the creeks edge." he said sadly. The image of herself in a pool of blood sent shivers down Evan's spine, "Should I continue?" he asked her with concerned eyes, she nodded, signaling him to keep going.

He took a breath and continued again, "When I first saw you, you were lying in a pool of your won blood near the creeks edge. Your hair was wet so I had guessed you might have fell in the river, and washed up on shore perhaps. I remember that I immediately felt pity for you. Such a young girl, dead before her life had truly started. I went to you, planning on taking you somewhere that someone could find you, and your families worries put to rest. But once I got to you you-" he stopped speaking for a moment, his beautiful face twisted in pain,

"- When I got to you, you started to scream in pain. I rushed over to you, to see if there was anything I could do to help you, when I noticed what was happening to you. The blood was coming from a wound in your neck, where two bite marks were. It was obvious that a vampire had bitten you no longer than 10 minutes ago. I think he might have been scared off by the presence of so many other vampires." he said looking at everyone else slowly, "When he had picked up our scent, he had probably left you, and ran north." he shook his head, as if he was blaming himself. "I would have helped you. Sucked our venom out of your veins, but it was too late. You were to far in." he looked up at her, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you." he said with obvious heartfelt.

She knew what her mother would have done. Her mother would have forgiven him. She should forgive him. It wasn't his fault. But she didn't think of these things. The only thing she could think of was her life. What about that? What of her mother, and Ashley? What about school? What about her writing career? Carlsile said that she would always look 14. He said she would always be thirsty. Carlsile said she looked different, she sounded different, she even smelled different. What did she have of her former life? She knew it was wrong, but she didn't care, because at that moment she hated them. She hated all of them.

She stared straight ahead, no emotion shining through her eyes. Than a strangled sob escaped from her mouth, as she bent her head down to cry, but no tears came. Could she not cry either? Could vampires not cry!? The rage and oppression that she had not felt before that moment was released as she broke down to the closest thing she had to crying. The woman named Rosalie sat onto the bed, and took Evangeline's head into her embrace as she sobbed, her wails echoing of the walls as she felt hands pat her legs and arms, trying to comfort her. The door opened quickly and slammed shut as she sunk further into depression. Edward had said Jasper felt emotions. She didn't care though. She didn't care about their comfort, the only thing she cared about was what she lost, and more than that, what was to come.

Because she knew would have to stop crying at sometime, and that seemed impossible.

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