Holidays are the best time to write, aren't they? I've never written two chapters of a story in one week before! I hope you enjoy! Please review because I'd really like to know if you're liking this story so far. Enjoy!

Clare's POV

Edward, my dear love, come to me. I pray that you remember the love we had. I hope that you still want me after all the years we've been parted. Please say that you've thought about me…because you've been the only thing in my mind all of the hundred years we were separated. I loved you and you loved m. I love you and you love m? I love you and you…loved me? Prove my worries wrong. Prove our love is as strong as it was before. It still feels the same to me; being with you. Even though the closest we've been is living at opposite parts of your house. You haven't spoken to me. You haven't even looked at me. Why is that? Why are you dismissing me like I'm no more important to you than a human in this small, wet town? I used to be the most important thing in your life. What happened? You're still my reason for…living. There's a spark that you've kept lit in my heart. Without the belief that you were waiting for me somewhere, even if it was in heaven, I would have been dead inside and out long ago. I love you. I am waiting for you. Come to me and put my worries to rest once and for all.

The clock ticks loudly in my sensitive ears. Its persistent clicks dig themselves deeper into my brain, making their presence known. They're trying to tell me that Edward will not come. They tell me that he doesn't care for me anymore. They say that we are not meant to be together. I don't want to be given up on by him. I was sure that our lives were meant to be forever intertwined. That's what he had always said. I, of course, believed him because…he was my love. Whatever he said, I believed. Whatever he did, I'd copy. Whatever he believed, I believed with all of my heart. We were one; the same. He promised that we'd be together forever, and now's the perfect chance for his words to be literally true. We have forever. This is our time. Why is he not coming? What is keeping him from me?

I am sometimes suspicious of the girl who came to the Cullens' house that one time…Bella. I believe that was her name. She was sweet and kind. I liked her. She seemed right at home with Edward's family. That was the first thing that caught my attention. How was she connected to this all-vampire family? Her heart still beats, she still breathes. There is nothing very special about her. Why did she ask for Edward that day? Are they friends of some kind? I can't even consider them being anything more. Edward said that I was the only woman he could ever love. He said it constantly. I believed him and I still do, but why is everything falling apart now? Why is he turning his back on me?

Has this Bella maybe done something to change his mind about me? If she has, I pray that my heart will break. If she has made Edward give up on me and move on, my life will truly be over. I would shut down and lock myself up somewhere, never to return. I would close myself down and give into the pain that I have been constantly fighting all of these years. Maybe I would even go to the Volturi and let them take my life forever. Would they do such a thing, though? Would they kill one of their kind just because it was their wish to be silenced forever? I've only met one of them, and I don't think they'd be that cruel. I would go if I had to, though, because losing my one and only love would make me a worthless, wasted carcass that was not needed by anyone.

Without Edward, I am nothing. I am depressed and worth nothing without him there to tell me that he loves me. I just go through the motions to keep myself alive and to keep my true self from the human world. I am just a lonely, silent girl who watches every other person in the world have their fun, while I wait for the day when I can finally have my own. I'm always hiding in the shadows, waiting for my chance to, pardon the expression, step out into the light. I have always been a quiet child. My human life was full of sadness and constant yearning for companionship. I was always secluded in a dark room, waiting for my Prince Charming to come and take me to his castle. And unlike most sad stories such as my own, my prince actually came. His name was Edward Masen and he was my savior. He came into my dull, dark life when I was sixteen years old. He was seventeen, someone I would have never been able to associate myself with because of my father's constant worrying about my well being. He thought young men were the most dangerous of all people for young ladies, such as myself, to become acquaintances with. But when he met Edward, he gave up on his belief. He loved Edward as a son, and looked forward to the day he would become his son-in-law. Edward saved me from the darkness. He pulled me out of the dark world I had made for myself. He turned me into a happy girl, and I was so happy to be with him. He gave me his whole heart and I gave him mine.

We were together for one short year. After our first wonderful year together, he disappeared. One day, we were laughing together in the woods near my father's house and the next, I was mourning the loss of my one and only love. My father paid for extensive searches for Edward, but he was never found. I prayed for his return every day, but he never came. Later that year, he was guessed to be dead and I had no reason not to believe it. My heart was not broken when he wasn't found, though. I knew that he was gone, but I knew that it wasn't forever because eventually I would die and we'd be together again. It always made me smile, thinking that we'd live in heaven together forever. Even at that young age of seventeen, I knew that we'd end up together forever. I was just as happy as I had been with Edward actually beside me because I always felt him. He was always there with me in my heart and I was content with that.

One night, I was sitting on the grass behind the house, talking. There was no one physically there, but I was talking to Edward, and I was sure that he was there listening in spirit. All of the sudden, I heard the rustling of leaves behind me and I turned around quickly, getting up from the ground. My heart thought it was Edward and my body reacted the only way it knew how; I ran to the bush, awaiting Edward's embrace. It was not my dear Edward, though. It was a tall, dark man. His eyes were a bright burgundy and entrancing. I walked closer to him and he took me in his arms and told me, in his low and soothing voice, that he would take care of me. I believed him. He bent down to kiss my cheek, but he lowered his lips to my neck. At first, it frightened me, but I quickly gave into him. Soon, I felt his sharp teeth bite down onto my neck and I suddenly felt the blood rush from my body into his mouth. I did not scream or squirm because I was sure that what he was doing would kill me. I was so open to death that I was letting this dark creature take my life. He did, but not exactly how I expected. He took away my human life and gave me a life that I had never, in my wildest dreams, expected.

When I woke from my dreamless slumber of pain, I was alone in a sewer somewhere in the middle of town. It was dark and there were gray shadows surrounding me. I was scared and didn't know how I had gotten in there or what had happened to me. I later remembered that fateful night that my life was taken away from me, and was confused of what I had become. I wandered through the tunnels under my hometown for days, praying to God that one day; I'd be free from this dark prison. I sometimes smelled a tangy smell from above me and wanted to climb the slippery walls around me and consume whatever was above my new "home." Eventually, I got to an opening in the tunnel and was finally able to get out of the smelly sewers. I walked out of them and came to a dense forest where I later met the vampire family that would become my own. There were five of them. A man and woman who were married. They had three children; one girl, and two young boys. The mother and fathers' names were Sandra and Thomas. They were so kind and welcoming that I felt like they were the caring parents I never had. My father had been a business man and wasn't home much. When he was home, though, he was strict and protective. I loved him but was always wishing to be free from his tight grasp. My mother had died following my birth and I never spoke of her. The vampire children felt like siblings to me. The eldest; Margaret was twelve but had been alive for over thirty years. She was a very close friend to me and I felt like she was my older sister. The two younger boys; Charles and Andrew were sweet but shy and absolutely adorable. Charles looked like he was seven, but he was really in his early twenties and was very wise for even a twenty year old. Andrew was physically two years younger, but was really seventeen, just like me. We were best friends, and that was all. We were so much like brother and sister that we never even looked at each other any other way. I was welcomed into their warm family immediately and I felt almost as happy as I had been when Edward was alive.

I loved the Langtons and I owe my life to them. They were the ones who told me that I was a vampire in the first place. At first, I was scared of myself and wished that I could separate myself from this creature I was made into. I was never afraid of my family, though. They never seemed the least bit threatening to me and I was so happy that they'd be there to help me through everything that was to come ahead. When they first told me what I was, I was worried that I was going to have to kill humans to survive and I wanted to starve myself if that were true. The Langtons reassured me that I would never have to do that. They told me that I would be able to survive on the blood of animals. I was disgusted that I'd have to take the lives of such sweet beings, but when the intense thirst came, I knew that I'd have to put up with it and gave in. I still never felt completely fine with what I had to do to live. I lived with the Langtons for over eighty years. Then one day, my life was changed forever…again.

I had been staying away from the family for a few months, studying at Oxford University. We kept in touch by sending letters to each other several times a week. Everything was great until their letters stopped coming. I wrote to the family often, just as we had always been but they never answered. Eventually, it was whole month without me receiving any response from them. I was so worried that I left school early and went home to see what had kept them from writing. When I got home, I was welcomed by no one. There was no one at the house. I looked everywhere for them; the house, our backyard, and throughout the entire woods surrounding our hidden home. They were nowhere to be found. I was worried out of my mind for their safety. I moved back into the house, waiting for them to return from wherever they had gone.

A few weeks later, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find an intimidating man smiling widely at me. He told me he was from the Volturi and that he had heard of my return home. I was frightened of him, but invited him into the house anyway. He sat down on the little sofa in our parlor and looked much too grand to be sitting on such simple furnitire. He said his name was Aro and that he was here to tell me news from my family. He caught my interest instantly and I begged him to tell me if they were safe. He told me that they had been taken care of and that I should no longer worry about them. It sounded as if he was trying to comfort me, but his use of words frightened me and I was suspicious of what he meant by "taken care of." Just thinking about what he could have meant made my un-beating heart break. I asked him what he meant and he chuckled softly and caught my eyes with his own. He told me that there had been a rumor that they had been telling humans about vampires existing and telling them lies about the way we were ruled. Aro said that he had to take them into Voulterra and question them to see if the rumors had been true. I was outraged that he could have suspected such good, kind people and I told him so. He told me that people aren't always what they seem, especially if their vampires. I asked him if he found them guilty reluctantly, praying to God -if he would even listen to a damned creature like myself- that he found them innocent, as I was sure they were. His face suddenly fell and shook his head "no." He told me that he was sorry and that he wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the safety of all of our kind. I got to my knees and cried dry tears for hours. Aro just sat there and watched me writhe in pain for the loss of the only family I had. Eventually, he left me to grieve on my own. I stayed in the house for weeks, not doing anything but lying on the ground, replaying all of the happy times my family and I had in this house and the many others that we had. I knew that one day, I'd have to get up and continue living, but I was trying to hold onto the memories we made before my horrible life took over my mind.

I wandered around the world for a few years, never letting the Langtons leave my heart and mind. I wanted to keep them with me for as long as possible. Eventually, I made my way to Alaska and met another clan of vampires who did not feed on human blood. I stayed with them for less than a year. They told me about their friends, the Cullens, who were also "vegetarian" vampires, such as ourselves. They told me how one of them had stayed with them a few weeks previous to my coming upon them. They said that his name was Edward and was physically seventeen years old. He sounded somewhat similar to my Edward, which caught my attention and led me to asking them where this family lived. They told me a small town in Washington and I later decided to go and meet them for myself.

When I reached the little town called "Forks," I decided to ask around for the Cullens' residence and was directed to their large estate surrounded by a beautiful forest. I was welcomed into their house and most of the Cullens accepted me. The only one who didn't was Edward Cullen. The day that I first came to their home, Carlisle and Esme; the leaders of their coven, introduced me to their "adoptive children." I met Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie that day. There was one Cullen that I had not yet met; Edward. I was intent on meeting him because I wanted to see if he was anything like my Edward. Esme had told me that Edward was not at home, but at school and that he'd be home soon. We continued to talk for several hours. When I finally heard a car drive towards the house, I got up quickly from the sofa I had been sitting on, only to see a flash of my Edward's face run through the house and up the stairs. That was when I realized that my Edward was a vampire and that he never died. I was ecstatic that I had finally seen my dear, dear Edward again. But my heart was broken time and time again when I tried to say hello to him. He locked himself in his room and never came out. I never gave up though. I continued to knock on his door and call to him, but was never answered.

Even now, I'm still trying to get him to speak with me, but am still unsuccessful. I cry dry tears for him now and pray that one day, he'll finally see me and hold me in his strong arms. I love him so much and I know that no matter what he has been through since we last saw each other, that we'll be together again and that I'll finally be completely happy.