Chapter One: Pain
"Jasper," my sister called me. I was up in my room and didn't bother coming downstairs because I knew what she was going to tell me; our parents were dead. I could hear the sobs in her voice, the shakiness. I could hear the never ending hate that would be her only scar, which she would live with for the rest of her unending life. We were vampires. It had only been a week since some stranger saved us both. It had only been a week since the accident.
Our family was returning from an annual Christmas trip to my Aunt Charlotte's house. We were packed in the car; mom and dad in the front, and my sister, Rosalie and I in the back. It had snowed a few days before and there was still a dangerous amount of ice left on the highway. A shiny black Hummer was speeding and swerving in and out of open lanes. Its driver lost control in front of our small Chevy Impala and spun into our car. Since this all took place on the highway, there were more cars behind us that didn't stop quick enough to react to the accident ahead. They all sandwiched into us and our car, since it was hit with so much power, flipped over, shattering everything, including our parents' lives. The window on my side of the car was completely gone so I slipped through, and then pulled my barely-breathing sister out too. I kept my eyes shut after that; there was just too much smoke. I instructed Rosalie to do the same and dragged her body farther away from the scrap metal. She began to have a coughing fit, but I was glad because the noise made me remember that she was definitely alive. I felt another presence near us and crack my lids open to look around. Someone dressed in all black grabbed my arm and flung my sister and me on their back. The anonymous person ran down the suddenly quiet highway. It felt like I was flying; we seemed to be going so fast, but I thought it was just the car fumes getting to my head. Soon, I felt the coldness of snow surrounding me.
"This may hurt," the mysterious voice said, "But it will help you both, I promise." With that, I felt something hard sink into my arm, and that's when the screaming began. The same happened to Rosalie and we just lie there, our eyes still jammed shut, yelling for the excruciating pain to end. And then, as the stranger had promised, the pain went away, though it seemed like it lasted forever. We blinked open simultaneously and then studied each other's new appearances. When I looked at Rosalie, she didn't look like she had before. She now had flawless, pale skin and her hair had a bit of frost to its shade of blond. But the most distinctive feature on her was her eyes. Their violet-blue state was no more. Rosalie's once unique eyes had somehow become red, crimson red. I heard an ambulance's sirens roar in the distance, but when I looked to see if they were helping mom and dad, I didn't see anything but field. And that's where we were, a vacant, snow-covered field that was no where near the icy highway.
"Child," a familiar voice whispered, "You're a vampire." I hadn't even noticed the presence of the woman who sat beside my still trembling body. The woman had dark brown hair and red eyes like Rosalie's. She was beautiful, a goddess, almost. I was mesmerized by her beauty but then, her words enter my brain, You're a vampire. I thought about it; vampires didn't exist, they were just myths.
"I'm sorry, I didn't formally introduce myself. My name is Maria." I sat up, as did my sister. I held out my hand to shake hers.
"I'm Rosalie and this is my twin brother, Jasper," Rosalie said, cautiously. She was always the first one to speak, no matter what the situation was. Rosalie was much more social that I was; she was a butterfly, while I was a snail who always remained in his shell. Maria then told us of what had happened and what we had become. Rosalie and I were vampires.
"Jasper," Rosalie called once again, "Please come down here." This time, I obeyed. She sat at the wooden table in our small kitchen. The table was covered in pieces of our home phone; she had broken it with her new vampire strength. Rosalie covered her face with her hands, hoping to cover up the sadness that filled her.
"They're gone, Jasper," she said into her hands. For a week, we hadn't been sure if our parents were dead or not. They had both been put into comas and all but machines were keeping them alive.
"Mom died this morning they told me, and dad, passed a few minutes ago," she whispered. As a vampire, she could not physically cry, but internally, she was and so was I. I sat down beside her and wrapped her in a hug. This was not as awkward as it would be in any other case, but right now, this is what we both needed, comfort.