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My Funeral

For a second all I could taste was Emily's sweet blood. Then the taste of disease filled my mouth. I pulled away in disgust, sweeping my blood red hair out of my face. The large room was deathly silent and the sound of Esme's silent sobs filled the room. Emily was whimpering, gazing at me with pain filled eyes.

"How come you didn't tell me she was sick?" I turned to Andrew, repulsed with what I had done to my sister.

"Your… Your… Hair…" was all Andrew could say.

"She looks human, too." Bella chimed in. "Is that her power, you think?"

"Changing her appearance at will?" Edward turned to Carlisle. "That'd be a helpful power… But is it possible?"

"I bit my sister and drank some of her disease ridden blood…Does NO ONE CARE?!" I roared, losing my patience. Who cared about my stupid power?!

"Oh… Yes… Emily…" Carlisle said, embarrassed. Stupid, easily distracted vampires, I thought savagely.

"Carlisle, I think it's too late." Edward put in after stifling a chuckle. Stupid mind-reading vampire.

"But the Volturi… She's still an immortal child…" Jasper said.

"I don't see them coming. As long as we keep her a secret (and if Mel's power can change the appearance of others) they won't come." Alice chimed confidently. I growled and swept from the room, no longer feeling the pull of Emily's blood. I didn't want to my sister to be a vampire! Heck, why couldn't I have died in the car wreck like everyone else?

"Melody." Andrew's voice came from behind me. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't heard him following me. I turned slowly; wincing as the sound of my sister's screaming filled the air.

"Yes?"

"I know being a vampire wasn't what you planned on in life. Edward can read minds, as you know, and saw that you'd always dreamed of being on Broadway. And you think that by becoming a vampire, that dream becomes moot. But that's not true. You'll be a danger to the community for a few years, but look at Carlisle. He's a doctor! With your power, you could change your appearance to make it look like you're aging! It won't be hard to get on Broadway. Not as a vampire."

I blushed, aware that my hair was turning bubblegum pink. "Really?"

"Yes, really. We just need to work on your self-control." He paused, and I knew that couldn't have been the only reason why he came down. "Mel… We need to let the public know that you died. It's the only way. Jazz will be nearby, controlling your thirst during your funeral…"

"Wait…" I paused and collapsed on the soft-carpeted stairs. "You want me to lie in a coffin and pretend to be dead? After everyone's seen me alive and well at my family's funeral?"

"Yes… It's the only way to keep the Volturi from coming. If they think that Carlisle didn't change the survivors, they won't come. Please?"

"Fine. When's my funeral?"

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A few days later I lay in a large mahogany coffin. I had altered my appearance to resemble my human self with cuts and bruises scattered like salt over my body.

It was hard to sit still as friends, family, and neighbors cried over my "dead" body.

"She was a great friend!" Eve, a close friend of mine sobbed. I heard several people come up and sniffed the air silently. The fire in my throat was muted by Jasper's power.

"Miss Melody was a great student and a joy to us teachers." Great, the teachers had come. At least they liked me, and that was a surprise. I never tried to be a teacher's pet; I just couldn't see any reason to hate them for doing their job. It must have been hard, knowing that most every student hated your guts.

"Yeah, she was always nice to us… Aren't student supposed to hate us?" The drama teacher, Mr. White, was confused, as always.

The teachers left, sobbing, but talking together in low voices. Jeesh! Did teachers always go everywhere in packs?

I felt a warm human hand caress my cheek and I tried not to flinch from my stiff position.

"I'm going to miss you, Mel… I really l-loved you." I stifled a sob. The hand belonged to Fred, my boyfriend of three years. I tried not to lean in to his touch, which was nearly impossible. Andrew growled from somewhere in the line. That was odd. Why would he care about what Fred did, unless… Unless he really loved me. I shoved the preposterous thought away. What did Andrew see in me? Besides, he was only a friend to me and never would be more. Fred was the only boy I would ever love, had ever loved. And now I would never see him again. The boy left, weeping, but trying not to show it.

Andrew was next in line. "You're doing a great job." He whispered, leaning in close on the pretense of wiping a strand of black hair from my face. "Your dress is lovely, by the way." I smiled slightly to show I had heard. I was wearing a long white dress with pink ribbon around the dress. It was similar to the dress Rose wore when the Titanic hit the iceberg. I knew that I would never throw the dress out. Andrew left and I composed my face to the restful expression it had been wearing before.

I grew bored as more and more people passed me by. Finally the line ended and my casket was shut, leaving me locked inside until the Cullen's deemed the time right to free me. I stretched luxuriously inside the extra roomy coffin; my fingers brushed parchment and, curious, I pulled the heavy envelope towards me.

Melody, I didn't plan on you dying… I figured we had our whole life to live together and I was going to wait until college to do this. But now you're dead, and I'll never see your smiling face again. I also know you'll never read this. I couldn't help but write a final letter to you anyways. I tried to give a similar letter to you at the hospital, hoping that you would live. But no luck there; they said you had been moved and were dying. So I wrote this letter instead. I wanted you to marry me so bad! Why did you die, Mel? Why? There will never be another girl like you. I love you, and look forward to the day when I will see you again.

Love, now and forever,

Fred.

I shook the envelope and a delicate ring fell out. It was an amethyst, surrounded by smaller diamonds. I slid it onto my finger in a daze. Fred was going to propose to me. Sure, he was going to propose in college, but still. I was too far lost to hear the thuds of earth hitting my coffin. Only when I was sure I was six feet under did I begin to sob. Dry tearless sobs that didn't relay the pain I felt.

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