A/N: I've had this idea for a while and now I have just decided to have a shot at writing it. I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

My name is Elizabeth Adeline, but I prefer Ellie. I am a vampire. I drink blood, but not human blood. I am a killer of animals as I thirst for their blood. I'm not evil like the media portrays vampires, I try to save as many human lives as possible and I never drink the blood of endangered species. I worked as a doctor for many years, helping out where I could. I was inspired by a friend who had impeccable self-control. I left before I accidentally killed someone.

My story begins in Houston, Texas in 1861 when my brother left for war…

"I have to leave Ellie, I am so sorry," my brother Jasper apologised as I clung to him.

Tears streamed down my face as I replied, "I don't want you to go!"

Jasper sighed and smiled fondly at me. "I promise you I will see you again. Whitlock honour."

"I'm going to miss you Jazzy, who is going to protect me now?"

"No one is going to go near you Darlin'" Jazz said. "And if they do I'll beat them all for you. Nobody messes with my baby sister."

"I'm not a baby! I'm thirteen nearly fourteen!" I exclaimed, upset that anyone would associate me with those repulsive tiny humans.

Jasper and I were extremely close despite the age gap of over three years. We did everything together and according to Ma and Pa we were practically the same person. We looked nearly identical with our curly blonde hair and warm brown eyes. Our features were sharp with mine being slightly softer. Jasper was my favourite person in the entire world; he was my best friend.

Then a week before my sixteenth birthday my life changed for the worst. I was devastated when news came home that Jasper was missing and presumed dead. Ignoring the screams from my parents, I ran outside away from our house. That was the time my life changed forever, literally.

Most vampires remember their human lives hazily but I could remember most of mine with perfect clarity. My theory is that I was focused on my brother so I could remember every memory with him.

The next few days were torturous and I wished I could forget them but to no avail they were engraved onto my mind for an eternity.

I was running through the streets when a group of men dragged me into an alley. I could smell the alcohol on their breath and I was too distraught over the loss of my brother so I was unable to get them off of me. They did all the vulgar things what they wanted with me and attempted to kill me they nearly succeeded and if it wasn't for the vampire that interrupted them they would have succeeded. The vampire drained my attackers dry before starting on me. He, too, was interrupted and left me changing.

Many vampires remember their human life hazily but I could recall a lot of my memories with perfect clarity. And like 99.97% of vampires the moments before transformation were the memories I could recall the best.

I made not one sound as I changed, believing that I was finally going to see Jasper again, nor did I move a muscle. Someone found me and moved my body, I remember hearing my Ma's cries of anguish. Everyone believed me to be dead, killed by the men who had attacked me. I had to suffer through three days of pure excruciating agony. Upon wakening I ran out of the shack I found myself in attacking the two guards, desperate for their blood. The horror of what I had just done swamped me before the disgust took over. I ran, holding my breath, for ages, finally stopping in the middle of a wood, away from all of humanity.

This was God's punishment for me. I was destined to stay wandering the earth alone, away from my best friend. I knew that I was being selfish, leaving Ma and Pa after they had lost a child. Now because of my selfishness they had lost both of their children. Richard and Martha had lost their eldest boy in the war yet their youngest, Howard, didn't run away. It was decided. I was selfish. This was my punishment for being selfish and it was well and truly deserved.

I tried killing myself, once again being selfish for not serving my punishment, but to no avail. The burn in my throat became worse the more I tried to starve myself. I didn't want to harm humans. I didn't want any humans to come to harm. I didn't want Jasper to go to war because he would have to harm others to avoid being harmed. So I was ecstatic when a herd of deer had the misfortune of passing me. Their blood was nowhere near as good as the human blood I had tasted but it made me strong and I could live on it. Of course it saddened me to kill animals but it was in my opinion that this was the best way.

It was that moment when I vowed to help humans as much as possible. It wasn't going to be easy and I had to master my blood lust and self-control- not to mention the fact that I sparkled in the sun. It didn't help that I wasn't even sixteen, but I would eventually overcome the boundaries. I never followed the customs as a human so why would being a vampire be any different? I'd do that for Jasper, make him proud of me. I began my journey, leaving Texas for what I wanted to be the last time. I wanted a fresh start. I had a new life. Silently, I mourned my past life, mourned my brother. I would never bring him up again, as selfish as it was I didn't want to put myself through the pain of it no matter how much I wanted to keep his memory alive. Jasper, my best friend and brother would live on for an eternity in my heart.

I smiled as the wind whipped around me. I would do the best I could to help the world be the best it could possibly be.

A/N: So there it is. The first chapter. Please review, favourite and follow.

~EmoOwlQueen