The weather was the same as in Forks. Cold and wet. Everybody was trying to find shelter from the harsh weather but I ignored them. I stood in front of the historical museum which lay close to where I lived when I was human. The street name of my past life's home was still foggy in my memories . But I could feel somewhere deep in me that I was close.

I really didn't expect for it to be standing or anything but I at least wanted to know what had happened to my family after that cursed night.

I made my way towards the huge entering doors of the museum holding my breath as I reach to grab the door handle. It was slippery under my blood sucker hands but I open it with no trouble and stroll into the front room, where the ceiling was about 30 feet in the air with beautiful murals painted elegantly onto it. The floor was marble and there were faint tracks of mud where the careless had forgotten to wipe there feet.

There were so many marvels in that one small room that I couldn't figure out which to look at first. There were paintings of Queen Elizabeth I and The rest of the royals up till now. There was even things I could remember from when I lived here.

I walked over to a clear case of newspaper clippings and faded photographs. One news paper headline in particular drew me. It said ' Governor Phillips Harpens Loses Another.' I stop for a moment.

Harpens use to be my last name. I went through all the faded human memories that I still held close to me intil I could find that name. I blink in surprise and try not to show too much emotion.

That was my father. Phillips Harpens was my father. I smile. I'm finally getting more of my memory. I sigh and read more of the article.

GOVERNOR PHILLIPS HARPENS LOSES ANOTHER.

Just Days before Christmas, The powerful Governor and Family lose yet another child.

A year after the tragic death of Darren Harpens, The oldest of the three children, the family loses sixteen year old Emmailin Harpens.

The young women was coming home from a early Christmas Banquet when the Carriage was turned over and driver knocked unconcusious.

The driver said to have woken up later the next afternoon but sadly, the Governor's daughter was no where in sight.

As we all mourn for this terrible lose, let use pray to the good God above us that

Miss. Emmailin Jayla Harpens is safe

A couple minutes after reading the article I realize that I had held my breath through the hold thing. I let my chest rise and fall again as not to gain any attention.

The thought of them mentioning my brother made me want to die. Even though that was impossible for me , at that very moment I felt dead on the inside.

____ I sat a couple feet away from the window. It was a beautiful day with the sun's rays reaching every corner of the earth, only I had to be stuck inside all day. I could see my little sister, Emily, chasing a butterfly around the house grounds.

How lucky she is…I think bitterly to myself, also feeling ashamed for I should be glad that mother would go to such links to keep me well.

As I sat there with my conflicting emotions, I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I couldn't tell if it was one of the maids or not. I turn my head to see who was opening the door. My face lights up as one thought races through my head.

Brother, it's Brother!!!

"Brother, you came!" I saw enthusiastically, losing half my breath. I let out a cough as he comes and sits beside me.

"So how was your day?" He ask. I frown, my days were never different. Always the same.

" You know how my days go. I wake up. Sit around all day. Then go back to bed." I put more coldness in it then I wanted to but I couldn't help it. Being locked up all day was no fun.

"But what about your day? It must have been exciting." I sigh, another cough ripping through my chest.

"Easy now. My day wasn't any different than it usually is. I got another lecture from father about what to do when I'm out of college."

My eyes lower. Father and Darren had many fights about what his future would be. Father wanted him to go into the army so maybe one day he could be Governor too, but Brother had other plans. He wanted to become a writer and travel the world. I didn't blame him. To travel the world was one of my dreams also. That was probably why we got along so well. We had so much in common. I look out the window, drifting off in a daydream about the outside. I could tell that Darren had noticed my absent mind. He always grew relaxed when I became like this. I never am sure why, but he always does.

"Are you daydreaming again?"

I smile and nod my head. Brother knew me too well. I look at him and see something that I use to not see. Something miserable, something that made me want to cry. He wanted to get away as much as I did, maybe even more.

"You know, sometimes I wonder what it would be like to not be so weak. To be able to feel the rain on my cheeks. Yes, I really want to feel the rain." I close my eyes and sigh, recalling the soft patter of rain drops on the roof.

"Are you sure that's what you really want?"

My brothers voice startles me out of my fantasy and I look at him. He had stood up from the seat beside me. His eyes had a deeper look to them now, that strange look even more frightening than earlier.

"Wait for me. I'll come and get you when it's time. " As he said this he turned his back to me, walking out of the room swiftly. I open my mouth to say something but close it stubbornly.

I could always ask him tonight. Whatever tonight held.

~~*~~

I stood at the edge of my doorway waiting impatiently for Brother. I had to lean on the threshold just so I wouldn't collapse. Soon as I was about to give up hope and go to bed I see Brother walk down the hallway. My heart leaps with joy as he comes in front of me smiling.

"Sorry to keep you waiting so long, Emma. You must be tired." He whispers sweetly to me.

I smile. "No, I'm not that tired." I was lying but who cared. Darren never told me what his surprise was.

"Your lying. Here let me carry you."

Brother swings me into his arms bridal style, and for a moment I do feel like a bride. I smile at the thought of myself actually getting married. Nobody would ever marry someone with a weak body and immune system like me.

We went down the stairs quietly. We both knew if father or mother found out of Brother taking me away from my chambers, the consequences would be dangerous.

In about fifteen minutes we had made it to the front door. I had grown slightly nervous but still had faith in my brother. What ever he was up to it was something for the best.

I look around the entry hallway and see nothing there.

"What's the big surprise?" I whisper. He looks down at me and smiles, that look of horrible sadness still in his eyes.

He doesn't say anything just takes a couple steps toward the door, turning the golden knob.

My heart pace quickens. Could he really be taking me outside? I had only been outside on a few, very rare occasions.

"You said earlier that you wanted to feel the rain. I know mother or father would never approve…"

I blink. Why was he doing this for me?

We walked out and I could hear the soft falling of the rain drops. I could also smell the sweet wetness to the air. I breathe in, which made me cough hoarsely.

"Sure you will be fine?" Darren ask softly.

"Yes. I think I can even walk now." I say giving him a smile. He gently lets me down and I let my legs get use to the weight. As soon as they did I was off the porch, my face turned up towards the sky.

After a couple minutes I could feel Darren by me, taking my hand. I follow him willingly and I realize that we are dancing. Yes, dancing in the rain. How wonderful it was, even if he was just my brother.

Sadly, the good time has too end. My breathing was becoming to much of a burden and it was getting harder to stand up. We were making are way up the porch when a tall figure stood in front of us.

"Emmailin, Darren, what is the meaning of this?" The booming voice was fathers. He must have heard us laughing and came to investigate.

"It wasn't Emma's fault. It was mine, father."

I whimper silently to myself.

Father wasn't going to go easy on Brother. ____

The memories all flooded back at once. I staggered back from where I stood. Sure, I had remembered a lot of my past when I was turned but so much of it was foggy, and that memory…it was so clear. I run out of the building trying not to attract any attention.

Maybe learning about my past was a bad idea