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A/N: Thank you for the increasing views to my story. Slightly shorter than the previous chapters, here's Chapter Three.

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0. . .oO•.o. A Promise Unknowingly Kept .o.•Oo. . .0

CHAPTER 3 - Hope in an Unusual Form

•~Annabelle Cullen~•

- 3 days later –

I opened my eyes for what seemed to be like the very first time. The first thing I noticed was that everything was clear. Every snowflake, the grains in the wood from the village houses, even tiny insect upon each leaf in the far distance – I could see it all happening before me. It was amazing. But then the memories came flooding back to me: Carleton, my love whom had died in my arms; being attacked by some...some...monster with deep crimson eyes; the excruciating pain after he had bitten me. The monster hadn't killed me; he had run away leaving me in my own nightmare. What had he done to me? Had I suffered the unmanageable and become a monster too?

It dawned on me that that must have been what had happened. I had become one of the many things that my people feared most. My Daddy hunted monsters like my attacker, and now...me. How ashamed and disgusted he would be if he saw me now. I felt sickened at the very thought of being hated by my own Daddy. If I were ever found out, I would be killed – slaughtered and burned at the stake. Killed before I had the chance to possibly hurt anyone. I sat there debating internally with myself until I could hear the hooves of horses pounding the ground and the village men shouting, drawing closer and closer.

"Annabelle! Annabelle!" I heard them shouting for me. As I breathed in to reply to them, I caught the scent of something mouth watering. My eyes begun to become unfocused; sounds started to fade out as I instinctively tuned in to the scent. It made my throat burn, like sandpaper was being rubbed down my throat and then washed out with boiling water repeatedly.

Turning around to face the villages, they skidded to a halt, staring directly into my eyes. Their eyes were dancing in evident fear, but it wasn't hard for me to understand why. "The monster has gotten her! She's no longer Annabelle; kill the vampire!" A...vampire? Is that the name of what I had become, a blood-drinking murderer? The idea of killing people, let alone innocent people, horrified me. So I did the only thing I could think of doing; I turned and fled from what was once my home.

- Few months later (London, 1675) –

It felt as though I'd been here for years, yet I knew it had only been a few months. After I left the village, I travelled deep into the countryside, living in the dense forests away from civilisation. I'd found a cavern and simply curled up into a ball and stayed there. It was far enough away that no one would dare to come anywhere near. Before I found myself here, I had been so repelled, so repulsed by what had become of me that I'd tried to rid myself from the world, deciding it would be better off without me in it. But nothing would work. Poison – it didn't take effect. Jumping from cliffs – landing flawlessly and unscathed every time. Stabbing myself through the heart – crumbled the blade, made it useless. Drowning – I was there for a very long time holding my breath before giving up with it not working. Now, currently I'm trying to starve myself.

I wished for sleep to take me. Just for the unbearable burning sensation in my throat to disappear. It was then that a mouth-watering scent reached my nose – it was slightly bitter but there was something delicious beyond that strange smell. Looking up and out of the small cavern, I locked onto two big brown doe eyes. Without a second thought, I was racing out of the cavern and pouncing on the defenceless animal, the starvation forgotten in my mind. I landed on its back, immediately sinking my teeth into its jugular. They pierced the flesh like a hot knife through butter and the warm fluid poured down my throat, subduing the fire instantly.

I dropped the drained carcass with only one thought running through my mind. It was possible to survive off the blood of animals. I considered this a blessing to be able to survive without needing to kill countless human beings, no matter how strong the pull could be.

Maybe I didn't have to be such a monster after all.

A/N:

What did you like about this chapter?

Do you agree Annabelle not killing anyone or not?

Comments to Reviews from Chapter 2:

- TJ1999 - Glad you do, I'm trying not to rush it along.

- lwolf - I will, thank you!

- annabell39645 - My plan is for Annabelle to take a liking to Esme as I really love her character as a mother role model a lot.