Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series and this is just a little fun story for me to write but I hope you like it anyway. This is my oc's story.

It was a harsh winter this one, dad was out on the front lines and we hadn't heard from him in a couple weeks so it was no surprise when he showed up and mum almost screamed with happiness. Dad had been in American for the last few years, fighting in the American Revolution and so having my dad back home with us in London was lovely. The wars were finally settling down but the child labour was getting worse.

I decided I was gonna head out and invite the boy I was adopting over for Christmas dinner, I know right? Its crazy, a 19 year old wanting to adopt a child but it was awful seeing him in the work house all day every day, barely getting any food to eat and you know what, I felt a bond with him. Sure I am young but wheres the harm in starting a family early? I have a loving boyfriend and he agreed to raise Kyler with me and it would definitely get him out of the poor house.

I decided to hurry to get dressed, my chemise went on first of course, followed by the inner dresses, the frame for my dress and then on top I placed all my skirts, layering them before putting on my corset and then tightening it as much as possible. My dress wasn't my most beautiful one but it would definitely do for where I was going. I already had quite long hair so it was a pester to put a wig on, instead I usually styled my waist length black hair in the same style as my wig was in and then I put my shawl over my shoulders and headed out after putting my shoes on under my dress.

The snow was deep but I was determined to find Kyler. Was it good for a woman of nobility to be so openly interacting with the poor and the orphans? No not really but I didn't care, Kyler deserved a better life than the awful one that he had been dealt and I, Aurelia Blake am going to make that changes. I wasn't prepared for what lay ahead, I didn't even know what lay ahead but it would definitely be something I wasn't ready for.

As I strolled through the streets keeping my chin held high and not acknowledging the awful men who were whistling at me I found my way to the poor house that Kyler was staying out. He was outside, sweeping the outhouse and as soon as he saw me his face lit up with a smile. This sweet 4 year old was one of my main reasons for smiling daily, he was always so happy to see me and by God I loved him so much but this was where my luck was about to end.

Crime in London had gotten a lot worse than we originally thought and I was about to feel the brunt of it. A gang had recently taken up residence in this section of the city she was living in and in particular they harrassed the orphans here for what little they did have and boy was I out on the wrong night, especially on Christmas evening.

"Oi look what we have 'ere lads! A lady and an orphan! Just our luck ey?" The obvious leader of the gang had said, of course I didn't realise until it was too late that I should run so instead I stood in front of Kyler.

"We have nothing you would want." I said, fear in my voice.

"Aye, that's what ye think lass but the fact that you wear the clothing of somebody from nobility tells me otherwise! Grab her boys." His smirk was sinister and I fought back as much as I could but that was when they pulled out their knives. I threw my body over Kylers and I protected him with my life. The pain of the cold steel piercing my body over and over was almost too much to bare but I gritted my teeth and bared through the pain as long as I could, tears stinging my eyes as they fell, and then I felt the knife, or even multiple knives, pierce my lungs, I could barely breathe and blood filled my mouth.

Their sinister laughter was all I could hear as I faded in and out of conscience, Kyler crying underneath me and once they were done with their goal and they took as much of my clothing as they could to sell they laughed, content with the fact that they had killed me and had killed Kyler, but he wasn't dead and I held on as long as I could, till they were gone. I rolled off Kyler and he touched my face with his beautiful little hand, I could just barely feel the soft hand on my cold skin, my body was going into shock but I done my best to speak to him.

"Kyler... I need you..." I took a deep breath, my lungs filling with more blood, "I need you... To go to... My... Parents... Take this..." I used the last of my strength to take my locket off and hand it to him. "Tell... Them... Push... The adoption..." My arm went limp and I felt it fall to my side. I tried to open my eyes to tell him I'd be okay but I couldn't, he was crying for me.

"Mummy!" He called, he would call me that regularly and even more so once he found out I was adopting him and to hear that before I died was a beautiful thing. I laid their in the snow, my blood staining the snow, I didn't feel cold anymore.

That was the night I died, 25th December 1788, the night my dad came home from war was the night I died. I heard footsteps approaching me, I was still conscious? The person lifted my body with ease and I heard the voice faintly.

"I can save you." He had said, "Do you want me to save you?" Weakly I nodded my head, I couldn't speak my lungs were filled with blood. Before I knew it I was writhing with pain, but was I really? I felt like my body was still but on the inside I felt like I was screaming and shouting, all of a sudden there was a fire that burned through my veins. While my human life ended on 25th December 1788, my eternal life began on 1st January 1789. I remember the funeral my parents held for me and after I awoke again I got to see Kyler, as sad as my parents were they had pushed for his adoption and thanks to my sacrifice he'd have a much better life and that was enough for me.

I looked over at the man who saved me and I smiled softly, "May I ask your name kind sir?" I asked and he nodded his head.

"Carlisle, Carlisle Cullen."

"Thank you." I had said, my throat feeling an immense burn run through it, for the next few weeks he taught me to live like him and all of a sudden, I had someone to call Dad, even if he wasn't my human father, he was the father of my eternal life.