Heeey, so it has been a really long time, like a year, right?
But I still like this story and I want to keep writing it.
ANYWAY, I feel I have used up Bella and Edward's story, so this chapter is that. It's going to be told from Tanya's point of view and you're still going to get to know what's happening with Edward & Bella, just not from Bella's point of view.
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Hope you enjoy this (short) chapter! :)
xx, PAU
CHAPTER ELEVEN (TANYA'S POV)
I was always told I was pretty. That I looked like a doll, that I should behave like a lady, that I was gorgeous, beautiful, perfect, most people think that by being beautiful I could get whatever I dreamed of, right? I was so gorgeous after all that, who would say no to me? And all of those who think that are so wrong, because beauty is only skin-deep and that's exactly how people treat you, like you're nothing but a beautiful person, like a doll that has no use but being looked at. And I'm not complaining about being beautiful! I know most people would like to look like me but I just feel that I am never taken seriously, I am always considered like whatever I say has no real meaning because if beauty is only skin-deep, then what I say has no depth just like my beauty...
And I try not to remember how I became what I am. A vampire. I try not to because my memories are tied to the memory of Sasha, my mother, killed by Vulturi. It hurts too much.
At first I was THE first Succubus, of course with Kate & Irina, but our conscience caught up to us, more like it caught up to me, I do not like to remember this either, it made me feel like the worst... —person?— Vampire in the world, like who was I to take a life? And who was I to think I was more than a skin-deep kind of person when I acted like I had no soul? I was acting exactly how people thought I should act: getting whatever I wanted just because I was so beautiful people never doubted me.
So we stopped, them because I said so, I because my conscience didn't allow me to keep going the way I was without going crazy. And we found our way to Denali, Canada. Which was perfect, the cold, the never-shinning-sun, it all made it perfect for us to be ourselves. At least for a really long time, until Carlisle and his clan came with their newborn, Bella, who is also Edward's girlfriend.
I was okay with this, after all, they're family.
But now, Bella found a kid on the road. He's gorgeous, he's a little boy, but he's also a vampire; and The Vulturi are coming. I am NOT staying here to see that. I am not going to stay and watch another execution by them. I spend most of my days trying not to think about them, I will not see them again.
The moment I decide this, I hear Alice downstairs swear.
"Alice, love, would you come to my room?" I ask, knowing she will hear, as everyone else will. But none of them will know what she knows.
She's next to me in an instant.
"What, why?"
"Don't you know already?" I sigh.
"I know the when and how, but I don't know the why..." she says softly, I look down and she instantly guesses: "The Vulturi"
I nod, "They suffered as much as I did, but they were not as affected, I don't know why," she knows I am talking about my sisters, "maybe because they're stronger, or maybe because they learnt how to cope with it, I didn't I am every day fighting to keep standing and... I just can't, not if they come, they killed my mother Alice!"
I know now the whole house is listening, they are hearing my panic attack and I feel like such a disappointment, like what everyone thinks of me is right after all, I am nothing but a beautiful shell of a person, nothing else.
So I grab my suitcase, which I've been doing since the first thought of leaving came into my head and run...
But not before sending Edward a last thought: Please don't let them come after me, they're strong, they will survive without me, I just need a little time...
And the last thing I hear is Edward shouting orders to Emmett and Jasper to contain my sisters, that it's what I want, what I asked.
Oh God, what have I done? I've abandoned my family; I've left like a coward, they'll hate me! They'll think... Oh God, what have I done?