: Elion: January 3rd, 1917:

Tears spilled down my cheeks as I stared emotionlessly at the blank wall. No serums, no formulas. They all had been torn down within my rage of the night. Now all that escaped me was the sadness, the loneliness. She was gone. My sister, my cousin, my dearest, closest friend; Katrina. She had been the only one with the mind enough to make friends with me, even within the family. I had never dressed much as a girl, never as a woman, and Katrina had found that unique, not odd. Katrina; this was the girl who had died in the center of Chicago from a drive-by. I loathe Chicago.

I had no doubt in my mind that Edward Mason would be against himself in rage and loneliness in this lonely, sorrowful night. I had no doubt that Katrina's parents were grieving in alcohol for their only daughter's young death. I had no doubt that the world would end tomorrow. I turned to the odd glass that sat on the broken floor. The wooden planks lay, cluttered with broken vials, tubes, beakers, and much more. The glass of brandy sat beside my bare, bloody foot among the floor of broken glass. My legs sat, clothed in a set of young trousers as my shirt was left unbuttoned completely.

My hair shrouded my downcast face as I held it between my hands. Too many tears escaped my palms and landed upon the broken room. Katrina…my beloved cousin, dead. I could not find it in myself to believe this was true and yet the pain and loneliness were so true it was impossible to deny. A knock echoed throughout the broken room from my door, still chained closed. "Elion, Edward is here." My father's hollow voice murmured outside of the door. Ah, my father; the father of a disappointment. To my father, losing Katrina was as good as losing his legs, as losing his mind. To my father he had lost his one and only daughter, not me. I growled at the door, my escape invaded.

"What do you wish, Mister Mason?" I questioned the door as I whipped back my hair. My shoulder remained still drunkenly violet from having had Edward set me on fire or rather having elicited the chain reaction that ended with me on fire. My limp curls fell behind my back in the action, settling between my shoulders. "I am sending him in, Elion, and your mother and I are going to the Sylvester's house." My father informed me. I frowned at this with a hefty sigh, resigned.

The steps of my father faded from my doorway as new footsteps greeted. The next moment Edward spoke in all of his grieving glory. "Elion, let me in." Edward demanded. The boy was willing to have his head bitten off? "Why on Earth should I do this, Mister Mason?" I questioned. Edward paused for a moment before I heard him take in a shaky breath. "Because you are calling me 'Mister Mason' once more, Miss Sylvester," Edward responded. I frowned at this but I could deny it no more. I stood to my feet, evading as much glass as I could before finding it impossible and sweeping it all to the side of the room. Edward would have to come in either way. I reached up, unhooking the chain that lay at eye-level to me yet at shoulder level to many others.

I was not under four feet yet barely over. I pulled the door open, the sound of glass and paper being pulled away as I did this. Edward stood, leant up against the doorframe as he stared, tears shimmering in his eyes. Without another thought or mention, I pulled my cousin's love into my arms. Though he stood over a foot taller than I, Edward allowed me to hold him. I led Edward to my bed, shutting the door behind his form. Once we had both settled into the bed, I allowed Edward to cry as I held him, my back pent against the wall. Edward kept his head against my chest as he sobbed against me. I merely allowed the boy to do so as my hand ran through his messy bronze hair. The boy was completely and utterly imperfect yet all had imperfections.

Soon enough Edward's breathing settled to alert me that he was asleep, his head still lain on my breasts and his tears staining my shirt. I moved Edward so that he would not jostle my shoulder in his sleep before I settled my cheek atop his head. And from there I fell asleep.

: Elion: October 15th 1918:

Edward lay in his hospital bed, his entire face shrouded in sweat. I clutched onto Edward's hand, praying for his life. I had not yet been thrown into the life of the Influenza and yet I knew that I could not very well catch the Influenza. "Edward, forgive me for I have sinned." I chuckled in my admission as I brought his hand to my face. The clamminess of his hand and the spasms worried me to no end. "I wished for immunity to the sickness, Mister Mason," I confided within his sleeping form. "I wished not to be ill, so that I could take care of you. I would take care of you so that you could heal from this illness." I breathed to my friend. "I thought I had perfected it last year, last April. I had never thought that it would have such a reaction."

I jolted as another spasm of pain erupted in my throat. Yet I ignored it. "I had never thought that it would be so painful." I whispered to my friend as tears erupted behind my eyes. My throat closed up with the tears that I restrained. "Yet watching you die is much more painful." I confided within Edward. "Carlisle Cullen has assured me and your mother that he will take care of you. I am afraid to admit that she has passed." I whispered to my friend's sleeping form. "If you die I will be alone. I will forever be alone for I will not die. I have realized that now as I look back. I had not yet perfected the serum or the brace." I whispered as pain jostled me once more.

I brought Edward's palm to my lips, kissing it. "I had not thought it would meld with me so painfully or at all." I whispered as I held his knuckles to my lips. "I did not wish…" I stopped as another wave of pain erupted in me. I clamped my eyes shut as I waited for the spasm to die. "I do not wish for you to die, Edward." I whispered to the boy. "However if you must, I will not watch it." I murmured. My parents had both passed days ago from the Influenza. I was merely awaiting Edward's death.

"Miss Sylvester?" Dr. Cullen claimed in shock as he entered the room. I turned to where he stood, deathly still. I frowned at the doctor as I noted those same golden eyes. Dr. Cullen noted Edward's hand in my own then his eyes landed upon my lips where I had previously kissed his hands before. "Dear child, please, you do not wish to catch this illness." Dr. Cullen warned as he rushed forward, gently prying my hand from Edward's. "No," I whispered as my eyes darted to Edward's clammy face. "I suppose I do not." I murmured in pain. Yet the pain was not from the serum or that the brace on my body was slowly seeping into my skin, into my bone. The pain was entirely from Edward's position. Not so many days ago, Edward had stood before me, smiling and playful. Edward had played my best friend, fully healing me from Katrina's death. We had suffered together and we would have.

I ground my teeth together to keep my lower lip from trembling. "Miss Sylvester—," Dr. Cullen began. "Please," I begged strongly. "If you are to care for Edward, please call me Ellie." I requested. For once I had not demanded it, not insisted. Dr. Cullen was a doctor with Edward Mason in his care. I could only respect him for that. What was so odd about this doctor though? Why must he have these golden eyes? Why must he be so gentle, so careful, and so cold?

"Ellie," Dr. Cullen corrected himself. His eyes and expression took on a new fatality then. "Please, Ellie, do not give up." Dr. Cullen requested. I frowned at the doctor. He was willing to save Edward and I had already committed such a sin. "I am not giving into the illness, Dr. Cullen. Please do not assume that I am." I insisted as I lifted my heavy chin. A fresh wave of pain seethed through my bones, biting into a chill. I was transforming into what I feared. I reached out, bracing my hand against the cold steel bed frame as Dr. Cullen reached out to catch me if I fell.

"Miss Sylvester, please come and lay down. You may have caught the illness," Dr. Cullen misread my symptoms. I could not even give a sign as to prove that this was not the illness. This was the serum catching my cells and building their walls. Before a single syllable could pass through my lips Dr. Cullen had swept me off my feet and was carrying me to the nearest bed. "Oh, pardon, I meant to call you 'Ellie'." Dr. Cullen corrected himself wrongly. I frowned up at the magnificent doctor as my mind began to clear of all thoughts of the world and fill with thoughts of the pain that seethed through every bone, every line of my body.

I was settled onto the bed beside Edward as Edward began to murmur in the pain of his illness. Dr. Cullen began to tend to Edward, placing a syringe's end into the IV unit until Edward had calmed. I could only watch as my body had paralyzed in the pain of the serum. Edward's head turned to me, his emerald eyes wide and fearing as he watched me as I imagined that my statue-like stance could fool anyone into believing I was dead. "She has not passed, Mister Mason," Dr. Cullen assured Edward as he reached forward and placing two fingers upon my pulse. "She is very much alive though I fear she has caught the illness in a rather serious case. I have not yet seen a case so quick, so powerful." Dr. Cullen informed Edward.

"Will…will she live?" Edward choked on his words in his pain as he visibly flinched. The sight of my Edward in such great pain colliding with the pain of my serum brought stinging tears to my eyes. Dr. Cullen frowned from above Edward. "Like I have said, I have not seen a case so powerful. I very much doubt she will make it within the hour as the illness appears to have a rather powerful affect on her." Dr. Cullen admitted. Dr. Cullen's brow furrowed as he thought back. "However she was confiding in you as you slept. She was admitting to 'having not perfected it yet'." Dr. Cullen admitted. Edward's eyes filled with new concern as he attempted at sitting forward however Dr. Cullen restrained him. "Do you understand what this meant?" Dr. Cullen questioned.

"Yes."

Edward's voice resonated, undeniably serious and worried. It had been the strongest sentence he could manage though it consisted of one single word. "Could I perhaps help her by understanding?" Dr. Cullen questioned. Edward turned his eyes away from my statue-like figure to peer up at Dr. Cullen. "It is not the illness at all." Edward admitted though he was cut off by a rather sputtering cough. Edward clutched at his abdomen as I feared he had broken another rib. Dr. Cullen asked no more however Edward would shoot glances towards me.

And directly before I escaped in a mirage of pain, I heard his voice for the final time.

"I do not even understand the serum."

: Elion: September 1st 1925:

I tugged the flaps of my fur coat further together, warming myself against the Alaskan cold. My breath froze the air around my face, emitting a wonderful cloud series around me. My golden curls lay limp against my back and dangled endlessly over my shoulders. How, I hadn't the slightest hint, however the curls had grown to the impossible length of waist-length in the past seven years. And yet no part of me showed the age of twenty two, I believe. I had decided not to count as I had by far come to conclusion that I will not age again.

The grungy fur boots clouded my feet, encasing them in warmth against the cold as I wore a pair of dark trousers and a white shirt, same as seven years ago yet darker. My silver eyes had encased themselves into the rims around my pupils with ebony rings surrounding the irises. It was a curious event yet I paid no mind to much of it. My mind was on one thing nowadays and that happened to be the Denali clan. Since a man had approached me near three years ago and had informed me that there were more like Dr. Cullen, more golden-eyed creatures, I began to wonder just what exactly these creatures were. My scientific half had engrossed my wary side not to mention the idea that Edward could possibly be alive as he had disappeared with Dr. Cullen mere days after I had been committed.

I dragged my feet through the thick trenches of snow as I looked forward at the single house that no one dared to enter. The house lay in the center of the snowy trenches, a beautiful Victorian house yet unbearably, undeniably dangerous. The house gave off the appearance of being haunted yet I paid no mind to that idea. I would not be a coward at this critical point. I had made it all the way to Alaska and I intended to fully follow this through. "Damned Mason, I ought to hate you." I murmured as I pulled myself through the snow yet again. Moments later I was greeted by the thick mahogany wood of the front door of the house.

Raising my fist to the door's front, I knocked twice, a mere couple of raps. Yet I knew that these creatures would answer.

: Tanya: September 1st 1925:

A knock echoed throughout the house as I sat before the vanity mirror. My hair lay up in the simplest up-do I could possibly manage. I reached forward and plucked the thick black feather from my box, settling it behind the band. Finally I had perfection. I rushed forward, confused however, to answer the damned door. I had been the only one home as the others had left to hunt. I did not understand much as we lived in a very isolated area. No one would come to this house unless they were meaning to. Had a pilot downed his plane so conveniently? I doubted as much.

And I doubted this crazy, foolish idea the second that I opened the door. Who stood before me…was a girl. So simply small, so undeniably small. The girl could rival a fern competitively. And yet the girl had an air around her. I peered at the girl, undeniably taking inventory. Her entire body, so small yet mature enough to be sixteen at the very least, stood swathed in fur and warmth. Her legs stood, hugged by black trousers. But my God, her hair was so undeniably beautiful at waist length white-golden curls. Her eyes, too, stood out as silvery irises with thick black rims. This girl was undeniably unusual.

"Hello, honey, can I help you?" I offered to the young girl. There was no use in being cruel to such a cutie. The girl opened her mouth for a moment before snapping it shut. "Possibly," The girl finally answered. "Are you Tanya, by any chance?" The girl questioned. I frowned at this answer. This girl was not a vampire yet she did not smell human to me. She smelled…tainted.

"Why, yes, honey, I sure am. How can I help you?" I offered to the girl. The girl released a very relieved smile if I can tell correctly. However I was no Edward and I could not read any minds so I had not the slightest clue what this girl could be thinking. "My name is Elion Sylvester." The girl introduced as she withdrew her hand to hold out to me. I curiously, warily placed my hand within the small girl's palm. My God, her hand was even small. "Well, honey, it's cold out there. Why don't you come on in?" I offered. Elion, the novelty having worn off, gave a noncommittal shrug before following me inside.

"Now, how can I possibly help you, Miss Sylvester?" I questioned. Elion seemed a bit annoyed at the name yet withheld any comments. "Please, call me 'Ellie'," She insisted with a small smirk placed upon her lips. Surprised and taken aback, I could only nod. "Well, a friend of mine disappeared around seven years ago. I was hoping I could find some clues as to where he went." The girl insisted. I frowned at this, my brow furrowing. She came here to…find her friend? "And you believed he is somewhere here in Alaska?" I questioned, confused. Ellie, shocked and a bit understanding of this conclusion shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no! Not in the slightest; that would have completely surprised me." Ellie answered. Confusion struck me once more as I peered at the tainted girl.

"My friend disappeared with someone who went by the name of 'Dr. Cullen', a very golden-eyed creature. I heard that there was a Denali clan who had the same golden eyes and, surprisingly, the same 'abilities', as my friend's doctor." The girl explained. This information shocked me to no end. This girl had been let on to our secret? What on Earth could make a vampire so trusting in this girl? Had they a death wish? Then curiosity struck a cord within me. I had to ask. "May I ask just who exactly this friend is?" I inferred to the girl. Her face took on a small touch of bitterness as her friendly façade bubbled away. This girl was showing just how exactly this friend had affected her. Bitterness touched her face as a tinge of longing pressed her eyes. Then this girl spoke the words I had expected yet was still shocked to hear to no end.

"My friend was Edward Mason."

I was quite positive that my mouth had gaped wide open, my tongue firmly pressed to the floor of my mouth. Who exactly was this girl? "Please, miss, this boy was my only friend seven years ago and undeniably the only one I could confide in. I had a hunch that he was still alive and I need to find him." Ellie pleaded with me, her eyes begging and tortured. Somehow I had not heard the footfalls of my family, of our clan.

Kate entered first. Her pale, white-gold hair fell around her shoulders in shimmering waves, her heart-shaped face fallen in despair at seeing Elion's desperation. Her curved, polished lips fell into a frown at seeing the girl's plead as her brow furrowed. Her eyes, newly refreshed, lay a golden brisk touch, centered on black pinpricks of pupils. "Tanya, what on earth is going on here?" Garrett questioned upon seeing Kate's pain in seeing the girl in her pleas. His own ruffled dark hair fell around his face, the shave of his face undeniable and his own golden eyes bright and luxuriously satisfied.

Finally Eleazar entered. The moment that Eleazar's eyes laid upon Elion, his mind went into overdrive. His dark hair mussed around his head, unbelievably cruelly to human eyes. Shock registered on Eleazar's face. "This is no ordinary human." Eleazar finally admitted. His ability to identify abilities had come into use at this moment. However what Eleazar said next made me fall to the couch in my shock and disbelief.

"She is immortal."

Elion, shocked and annoyed that her secret had been blown wide open, stared at Eleazar in confusion, curiosity and disbelief. "How on Earth did you come to that conclusion?" She questioned hardly. She hadn't denied that it was true. "Pardon my manners," Eleazar excused, ever the gentleman. "I am Eleazar." He introduced with an outdrawn hand. Elion, shocked and very flustered, accepted the hand into a warm shake. "I am Elion however please call me 'Ellie'." Elion introduced amidst the shake. Eleazar grinned an unbearably charming grin that brought a blush among Elion's face. Dear God, this girl was mesmerizingly adorable. Elion had no choice but to smile shyly yet coyly back at which I was even more shocked.

"If I could faint, I would." I dramatized with a chuckle. Kate rolled her eyes as she peered at the door. "Where are Carmen and Irina?" I inferred to my sister. Kate turned back, her eyes bright and cheerful. "Oh, the girls have decided to extend their hunt for a few more hours before returning. They found some extraordinary bears." Kate excused her sisters.

"However Eleazar sensed this young lady's presence and curiosity got the better of him!" Kate laughed joyously. I turned back to Elion, a new smile gracing my face as Kate had already approved of such a young one. Though young Elion had a scent it was very unappealing, not appetizing at all. "Elion, this is Kate," I introduced breathlessly to the girl with a flourish of my hand in the direction of my sister. The girl, immortal, a mere child; it was all very disorienting. "It is very nice to meet you," Elion commented with a breathtaking smile as she reached out to shake Kate's outstretched hand.

Kate surprised Elion, however, by pulling her into a large hug. Eleazar only pulled Kate off when we heard the creak of bones from Elion. Once out of the grasp, Elion did not even gasp. She was very much immortal and could obviously withstand a lot considering she had just withstood a hug from Kate. Though the girl was admittedly very taken aback and flustered. "It appears that we must allow you in on our secret, Ellie." I sighed unnecessarily. Garrett growled unnecessarily at such a thought yet Kate calmed him soon enough by placing a gentle hand on his arm.

"At least let the girl sit down first, Tanya!" Kate exclaimed before I could open my mouth. I frowned at my fast-thinking sister. She could never keep a human pace if her life depended on it; which in a way it does. The moment that Elion's bottom touched the couch, Kate was by her side, a grin on her face and Elion's hand in her own. They appeared already the best of friends. Elion couldn't keep the grin from her face. "Now, Elion, this will come as a very large shock to you." I warned the girl. Kate frowned at me in a very "that is not the appropriate way to start an explanation" way. "Please do wait until the end of the explanation to panic in any way." I requested of the girl with a chuckle. Kate snorted attractively at this as she shrugged.

"What we are and what Dr. Cullen is, is a very strange creature to humans. We are very feared and I must ask you to keep this a secret from all others." I requested of the girl. Elion only gave a brief nod in her silence. "Dr. Cullen and we, the Denali clan, drink blood. Many call us vampires as we do drink human blood." I paused to take inventory of Elion's reaction. The girl barely showed any reaction at all except for shock which I had expected much more greatly. "However we are a part of a clan, very rare, that does not drink blood which is why our eyes are golden. Vampires who do drink human blood have red eyes, so undeniable you can hardly ignore it." I snorted at my own explanation. Ellie frowned at this, still not speaking. "We drink animal blood along with Dr. Cullen." I explained. "Your friend, Edward, became a vampire around seven years ago to save his life from the Influenza." I explained. Now was the full shock, the full amount of pain and longing back and a new expression of…relief.

"However your friend found the lifestyle of a 'vegetarian' vampire too hard to handle. He ran away from Dr. Cullen, not long after his transformation though I am quite positive that he would not harm human bystanders that are innocent. Edward appeared to have enough self-control for that." I played out to her. New hopelessness flayed onto Elion's face as she registered this news. She had been told that her best friend was nowhere to be found; this reaction was only expected. This poor girl…