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November 1, 2009

Obituaries (May 24, 1921)

Cynthia Borden was a respectable member of the community. She was born in 1903 to Paul and Anna Brandon and had an older sister named Mary Alice, who unfortunately died a year ago. Cynthia married John Borden about six months ago, on November 25. Cynthia went missing on May 15 after she visited the local hospital; her cab driver said that she never returned to the car.

Cynthia will be remembered in a memorial that will be held on May 29 at the Brandon Mansion.

I stared in shock at my own obituary and was stunned that my own family had given up on me, almost as quickly as my sister. But that was almost ninety years ago, so much has changed since then.

For one thing, I discovered what I had become: a vampire. I had run across another group of my kind when I was traveling across America. Unlike my blood-red eyes, they had butterscotch-colored eyes. They explained to me that they drank from animals instead of humans. I quickly adopted this practice, and joined their coven.

At the time I joined, there were three members. Our coven leader was Megan; she was changed in 1862 when she was living in Texas. Megan's mate is Wesley; Megan changed him in 1900, while he was living in New York City. He was shot in a gang fight, and Megan fell in love with him as he was dying. The last member was Chris, who was changed in 1654 when he was around forty-seven. Chris poses as our father when we go to high school, he also worked as a high school English teacher.

Since then, we have gained one more member, and my mate, Drew. I found him in the city streets of Cincinnati in 1985 after he had been beaten within an inch of his life. There was blood pooling all around him, and I almost killed him. But somehow, I managed to stop.

Now we were traveling around America, trying to decide where to live next. I managed to convince them to come to Biloxi so I could figure out what my family had done. I had stumbled upon the office of the Biloxi Times, and was curious as to see if the newspaper had reported my death.

I had looked up my human name in the newspaper's database and had immediately was directed to the obituaries. I had saved the obituaries for last, as there were several articles that were written after I was changed. They were all sob stories from my parents and husband saying how sad they were that both of their daughters had disappeared in the forest, and how people shouldn't be allowed to go in there without a whole group of people. I skimmed through these; my parents were always horrible actors.

I returned the newspapers and walked through the streets of Biloxi; comforted that not much had changed since I had lived here. I was somehow lucky that it was overcast.

I found myself outside of my old house. The windows and doors were all boarded up and the paint was faded to the point where I wouldn't have seen it without my vampire sight. I looked down both sides of the street, to make sure that no one was near. I walked at a human speed towards the house and pulled a board off of the door.

I took a deep breath and walked through the door. The air inside was musty, like the house hasn't seen the light of day in over fifty years. I walked through the house, ending up in my room. There was a black cloth over the door, which I pulled aside as I walked through. I pulled up the loose floorboard that I had hidden all of Mary Alice's stuff under.

Everything was still there, the doll, the clothes, and the pictures. The color on the pictures had faded, but the doll and the clothes were exactly as I remembered them from my fuzzy human memories. I picked up one of the pictures I remembered specifically.

I could not have been more than seven and I had a goofy smile stretched across my face, and I was sitting on my father's shoulders. Mary Alice was staring at the camera with a blank look on her face as she stared at the camera. Our mother had a worried look on her face and she was shaking Mary Alice's empty body. This was the first time that Mary Alice had acted like this, and it scared all of us.

I felt venom tears fill up my eyes, regretting that they would never fall. The whole room started shaking, and I soon realized that the room wasn't shaking, I was. Tearless sobs wracked my whole body. I had no clue how long I was sitting there when I felt strong arms encircle my torso.

"Sh, shhh. It's all right." Drew kept whispering encouraging words to me. When I finally stopped crying, I looked up at him. His face showed me that he was here for me.

We got up and quickly left the house, Drew holding me, while I was holding my little box of memories. We ran quickly through the moonlight as we sprinted through Mississippi towards our coven's temporary house outside of Memphis, Tennessee.

We entered the house amidst an argument between Chris and Wes. Megan was looking at them with a look that was a cross between amusement and curiosity. I sat down on the couch next to her and set the box on the ground next to me.

"I don't care, it's too sunny! You won't be able to go to school, and I won't be able to work!" Chris yelled at Wes.

"I lived there when I was still human, and there was little to no sun." Wes attempted to stay clam as he fought back. What was going on? I looked across at Megan, and she whispered back to me, "They're debating where to live next. I set up two options for them: New York and a little town in Washington called Forks." I nodded; Megan knew that Drew and I would go wherever she wanted us to without complaining.

Megan decided that this was the best time to intervene. "You have five seconds to decide, or I will." Neither of them spoke up, so Megan decided for them.

"Alright, it's settled, we're moving to Forks."

A/N:OOHH… cliffie. So since I know there is going to be questions, so powers and ages when changed goes as follows:

Megan: 17, and she has a power like Renesmee, but she doesn't need physical contact.

Wes: 18, doesn't have a power, but always seems to know how everyone is feeling.

Cynthia: 17, can borrow other vampire's powers when she has physical contact. After receiving a power, she has it forever.

Chris: 47, telekinetic with physical contact

Drew: 18, is faster and stronger than other vampires. About equal to Emmett.

All right, thanks for reading, review for any questions. Well, anyways. R&R!!!!!! And I promise the Cullen's will be showing up sometime in the next couple chapters.