Isabella & Abrielle

Disclaimer- I bow down to the original. I do not own Twilight or its characters. Just own Abrielle.

Chapter 11: Awakening

What have I done?

Viewing what lay before me is a sight of great devastation. All around me laying motionless is a family. A family I drained of life. Why did they have to be so helpful. They obviously stopped to help when they saw a ship that was just flouting out at sea. They just stopped to see if they could help. I remember that much from what I heard as I 'woke up'. They did not stand a chance against the frenzy. I hope I did not make them suffer.

I sat on the boat as I thought about my actions, what to do and where to go. I am trying to remember my past and find it all fuzzy. I know my name Abrielle Swan. I live with my sister Bella, my Mom and step-dad in Phoenix. I know I am a vampire. I can hear in my mind conversations about vampires and the truths and myths, but I can't remember who the people are that are telling me. I can reconcile that they are in fact true since I am on a boat deck in the sun and that I am sparkling and not burning. I remember that there was an alternative food source and I would have golden eyes instead of red if I adhered to said diet. The reasoning behind the better diet would ease the guilt of what I was and I could live a normal life. In time that is. It is not going to be easy, but I know that the people who gave me this information would wish for me to follow through with it. I wish I could see the faces and remember the names of these people.

My time as a vampire has not been a good one. I am lost. I have been sticking to the forests. I am not sure if I am in the US. I have been too afraid to venture to a populated area to find out. The deaths of the family still stays fresh in my mind and I am trying to stick with the animals as my food source. It is a good thing the weather does not affect me since I have wearing the same clothes since my change and I am living in the wilderness.

I am sitting on a tree that I knocked down in my struggle with a bear when my senses felt the approach of someone. It was not a human, but I was worried still.

Before me was a man and a woman. They were beautiful with golden eyes. They followed the same diet. Maybe they know me.

"Hello" My voice was soft but I knew they could hear me.

"Hello, by any chance are you Abrielle?" They know my name, but if they are asking they don't know me. Since they know my name maybe they know of me.

"Yes that is my name. How did you know?"

"There are people that are searching for you. They are very worried and asked for our assistance. We were given your name and description in hopes that we would come across you. My name is Eleazar and this is my wife Carmen."

"Really? Who are they? My mind is a bit fuzzy and I can't remember many things from my past. I was actually trying to remember some people who had the same color eyes as you."

"Let us head back to the house so we can contact them. The Cullen's are the family that is looking for you. They will be so relieved to find out that we have found you and that you are alright."

I just nodded and let them show me the way.

At the house I was given some clean clothes and shown to the bathroom so I could soak in a hot bath to clean away all the blood and dirt that has been on my skin since my change. I was told that they would contact the Cullen's and let them know I was here.

They were waiting for me as I left the bathroom. They led me the living room and motioned for me to sit.

"We were able to reach Carlisle and he said the family is on their way. They were separated in different areas looking so they will be arriving at different times. From what I hear Alice is already on her way here and should be arriving shortly." Alice and Carlisle? The names don't ring a bell. Maybe when I see their faces I will remember them.

The front door opened and shut and in walked a girl with short inky black hair. She reminded me of the little fairy in Ferngully. I can remember a cartoon, but I can not remember the vampires. This is frustrating.

"Abby?" She looked like she was ready to cry.

"Yes. Do you know me?"

"Yes I do, you are my best friend. You don't remember me?"

"My memory has a lot of holes. I can't recall a lot of things. I remember hearing about vampires history and basic information, but I can see who is telling me. I don't really remember a lot about my past except some basic information like name and that I lived in Phoenix. I do know I have some family there and in Washington, but I don't really remember what they look like."

"That's alright Abby, I am here to help you. Hopefully you will get some memories back. Would you like me to tell you about our family?"

"Our family? Are we related?"

"No we are not related by blood. My family was very close with you that we thought of you as family. You are very important to us. We love you like you were our blood relative."

"Really? Now I really wish I could remember. It is so frustrating. I don't even know your name. I should know it. I only heard Eleazar say two names Carlisle and Alice."

"I'm Alice. Let's see where should I start? I guess maybe just with their names and describe each member of the family so you will know then when they arrive. Our parents are Carlisle and Esme Cullen. Carlisle looks like he is in his mid-twenties. He has blond hair. He has been living in this country for a long time but every once in a while his English accent comes out. Esme is around the same age and has long caramel color hair. Rosalie is our sister she has long blonde hair and looks like she is in her late teens to early twenties. We have three brothers. Jasper is the oldest. He looks like he is in his early twenties and has wavy blonde hair. Emmett looks to be in his early twenties and has short curly dark brown hair." She stopped for a moment to swallow. I am unsure why. I think she even looked behind me for a moment before she went on. "The last person and youngest is Edward." She paused again. Maybe she was hoping for a reaction. The name does not trigger anything. I heard her sigh before she continued. "He looks like he is in his late teens and has this crazy copper colored hair." Not bringing up any pictures yet. Maybe when I see them.

"Abby does any sound familiar? Does any pictures of memories surface?"

"I am afraid that nothing comes to mind, not a face, memory, or feeling. I really wish something triggered a memory. I'm sorry." Then I heard a voice behind me.

"You don't remember me?"