Author's Note: Here's the second chapter! So this is from the POV of Theresa Silvern but she has a new name in this chapter so just watch out. I hope it's not to cheesy. Well, read and review!

DISCLAIMER: As much as I wish I do, I do not own the Twilight Saga. Its all Stephenie Meyer. :)

A New Life:

She writhed in pain. It was unbearable, horrible, and she wished she could've just died. A burning sensation spread throughout her body, filling her with more pain then she had ever endured. The pain swallowed her whole and twisted her around and around. It didn't seize, either, and she could here her soft shrieks distantly. Her heart was beating fast, faster than it should. It throbbed as a pain so sharp it felt like a knife was piercing it.

Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, the pain in her body subsided. The fire that had coursed through her was dying and she was grateful beyond belief. All the while, she could see nothing; hear nothing except far-away screams and mutters.

Then it all ended, and she was left with her eyes closed and silence. Well, actually, she could hear distant conversation, but it was hard to make out. She opened her eyes, gasping with awe as she sat up.

The world was clearer, her vision was sharper. Her eyesight had always been good but not like this. It was like hawk vision, she could see the green brush strokes on the opposing wall and the soft beating wings of a fly.

She blinked, though she had no need to. It was wonderful, yet it felt odd. Too odd. She realized she didn't even have to breathe nor did she have pulse. Was she dead? But she felt alive. Odd. Then a sharp thirst cut through her throat, but she ignored it, pushed it back to the archives in her mind.

"It takes awhile to get used to," a voice soft and melodic said behind her. She turned and came face to face with the most beautiful woman. The woman had brown hair that was long and waved across her thin face. Her eyes were a dazzling gold.

"Who-? Where am I?" she asked confused and frightened.

"I'm Bella Cullen. You're Theresa Silvern, right?" Bella asked kindly.

The girl flinched. She absolutely hated that name, her father had called her that and she couldn't help but cringe whenever she heard the name.

"Is something wrong?" Bella asked worriedly.

"No, I just don't like that name. I prefer Viola," she muttered softly surprised at her own delicate voice.

Bella nodded sincerely.

"Why am I here?" Viola asked still bewildered as to how she got there. All she remembered was running and seeing a dark-skinned man then blacking out.

The woman smiled again and then went into a detailed explanation about vampires, werewolves, and a bunch of other things Viola didn't even know existed, but she still listened intently.

Bella ended the long account by saying, "We found you, nearly dead that is, and we turned you. Really it's a shame about your eyes; your human eyes were so pretty."

Viola was astonished, what had happened to them?

"Why? What happened?"

"Take a look and see."

Bella handed her a small hand mirror with a white rim. Viola took it suspiciously and peered at herself.

She nearly dropped the piece of glass. She'd never been vain nor had she been pretty. But, now, she was purely breath-taking. Her hair was fiery red and perfectly tousled while her dainty face had the complexion of snow white. No freckles in sight, not one when last time Viola checked she had millions of them.

She gasped as she looked at her eyes. They were the same fiery red as her hair, and she couldn't help but hope that they would change soon as Bella had mentioned. She wished for her bright green eyes, the only part of appearance that she liked, and now they were gone. Then, again, she was rather beautiful now, so she couldn't be ungrateful. At least she was alive…or undead.

Just as she was about to set the mirror down, her red eyes flickered green. Had it been her imagination or could she possibly have the power to change the color of her eyes? Bella had certainly talked about some vampires having special abilities.

"Are you thirsty?" Bella inquired, taking back the mirror.

"Hmm?"

"Blood. Do you need blood?"

There was a small twinge at the base of her throat, but not unbearable. Viola replied, "A little. You drink animal blood, right? I don't want…"

"Of course we do! Stay here, I'll fetch my husband."

Viola nodded, though she had no idea what Bella meant. The woman raced out of the room and in five seconds flat she was back holding a man's hand. The man was tall with the same stunning golden eyes but he had bronze hair and his face was more angular.

"You're Viola? I'm Edward Cullen," he said with a charming smile. "You've met my wife."

Then Viola remembered that Edward was the mind-reader. She quickly made her thoughts go blank. She was going to have to be careful around him.

"Don't worry, Viola, I don't judge," he said rather fast, but she caught every word. Must be some vampire thing, she thought. Then she got an idea.

Can you read direct thoughts, like this? Viola thought hard.

"Yes, it's actually easier," he answered smiling endearingly.

Do you talk like this often? She thought.

"Only when I need to."

Bella raised her eyebrow but didn't say anything. She must have realized what Viola was testing.

"That's amazing," Viola said out loud this time. She awed by the sheer power of the gift, but she wouldn't want it herself. Some things were better left unknown.

"I know exactly how you feel," Edward agreed to her thought.

She nodded.

"Well, now are you ready to hunt?"

"Sure."

The couple led Viola out into a hallway, where everything seemed to be in perfect order. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen in her life.

"How old are you, Viola?" Bella asked as they made their way through the labyrinth of a house. They had twisted and turned until they reached a small wooden staircase.

Descending the wooden stairs, she answered, "Seventeen. My birthday was coming soon though."

"When?"

"June 14th."

Bella nodded and continued to lead the way. Finally, they were outside in the open air. Viola could smell everything and hear everything. It was amazing!

"Come on. Follow us. There's a deer herd about twenty miles west into the forest. Shouldn't take long to catch up," Bella said cheerily. Edward took her hand and then they were off running, obviously they were expecting Viola to follow, so she ran and caught up to them within seconds.

They ran through the bright forest and Viola had to let an excited cry escape her lips. It was simply brilliant. She had never seen the forest so beautiful, the greens jumped out at her and the browns of the tree trunks were not so dull with her vampire eyes.

She grinned at the surroundings, hearing the birds tweet and the pitter-patter of chipmunks and other furry creatures. Viola had never felt so alive—or undead!

When they arrived, they pounced on the deer before they could even register an attack. Viola caught a large male deer, and she was sad about killing the poor defenseless animal, so she made a promise to every animal they killed that they would not die in vain. Hopefully, that would be enough, and just for good measure she whispered, "Rest in peace," to each of her killings.

…

When they were done hunting and Viola wasn't as thirsty as before—Edward said animals weren't as nearly as satisfying as humans but they would have to deal—the threesome trekked back to the Cullen's house. It was more of a manor and it was absolutely beautiful in the dimming world. The sun was covered, of course, because it was always cloudy in Forks. Bella explained that that was one of the reasons why they stayed there, apparently the sun made vampires shiny. Viola wasn't sure what she meant but hoped she learned soon.

Anyway, they arrived at the manor and she met all the Cullens. Rosalie and Emmet, Alice and Jasper, Carlisle and Esme, who were like the parent figures in the house, and Nessie—short for Renesmee—Cullen, who was Edward and Bella's daughter.

They were all very nice, with the exception of Rosalie, who seemed to resent Viola and she was undoubtedly a snob. But her husband, Emmet, was fun, and Viola thought she was going to love this family.

They called her the new Cullen, she was amazed how accepting they were, welcoming her with open arms. They were also awed at her self-control, evidently new-born vampires are supposed to be a bit distracted by blood, but Viola hardly noticed the sweet scent of blood that radiated off of Nessie. She also hoped she would never attack the sweet child for her blood.

So that very day, June 7th, she started a whole life over…that day she became Viola Cullen.

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