In the dream, there were two kids, both not much younger than herself. The girl had curly red hair, a little lighter than her own. She had green eyes, she was short, and a light dusting of freckles littered her cheeks. The girl looked at her with loving eyes, but they were worried and pleading, too. She had to be about 16 years old. Maybe 17.
The boy was very hansom. He had wavy dark golden hair and golden eyes. The boy had a slim, muscular build and was maybe as much as a foot taller than the girl that stood by him. His skin was covered in slim scars. Also with dark black markings that look somewhat familiar. He looked about the same age as the girl. Something about the two of them was angelic, magical
They stood, hand it hand like lovers. However somehow she knew that they were siblings. They called for her, "Help! We need you!"
Bella woke up panting, and screaming. "What is it, love?" Edward would have asked her. Oh, yeah. Edward was gone. He had left her. This brought many tears to her eyes.
She dreamed of the two children every night, and every night they got more desperate. Now, it had gone to far. It brought Bella to her knees to think of these children, desperate for her help. And she could not deliver it unless she could only know who or where they are! So today was the day she was going to ask her father if he knew anything about them.
"CHARLIE!" Bella screamed desperately. He ran tiredly into her room. "Bells? Is there something wrong?" he asked. Bella looked at him, eyes wide and wild. "Charlie, do you have any other kids?" she asked quietly. God, that question came out wrong. He looked at her, completely appalled, "What?" Bella took a deep breath and told him about her re-accuring dream.
Charlie looked at her with a look she could not pin-point. Was it regret, sorrow? "No, hon. I have no other children. I don't have any children at all," Charlie finally answered. Bella looked at him confused. "You're adopted, Bells. You are not Renne and my child. You are special. I know- or trust me, I know- that Edwin is a vampire. A downworlder. And for a shadowhunter to be 'in love' with a filthy downworlder...?" Charlie explained angrily. Bella said nothing. She was shocked, baffled, and all together confused.
After a long, awkward silence, Charlie made his decision, "You're going to New York. To some folks I know. Sure, it's a long ways away, but it's not like you've got a life here anyway! The Lightwoods... they'll take good care of ya."
I know it's short, but it's a prologue! Please review if you like my idea!