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Authors Note: I apologize for my not updating in long time. I also apologize ahead of time for when I take forever to update again. This story has been in my head for around 2 years and every time I try to sit down and write it, my mind goes blank. Between this and real life I really don't have a lot of time to update. So again, I am sorry = (
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BPOV
I watched Edward in the meadow as he swam in his pain; I watched him as he slowly tried to gain control of his emotions; and what's worse, I watched him as he closed himself off from me. This action alone pained me more than words could say.
But of course when he started to run off to meet his family, I followed. I always followed.
Edward was my mate, I couldn't exist now without him and he couldn't exit without me. This was both the joy and pain of being a mated Swan, not that he knew what he was.
My family, the Swan's, was once the most powerful family in the history of vampires. We ruled for many centuries; making sure to keep the balance of peace and justice between the humans and the vampires. Under our rule humans and vampires lived in harmony, both knew of each others existence but none would try to harm the other.
We were naïve to think that such peace could last; and when it did end there was no light left in my world, only darkness. My family was turned into stone, forced to forever watch the evil take hold of the world while never being able to do anything about it. At times over the years, I had almost wished for the same punishment.
Instead, I was turned into nothing. Right before the traitors 'stoned' my family, they tore me apart in front of them and burned me alive. The last thing I saw in my earthly existence was the pain on my family's face as they watched me perish.
The evil traitors took great joy in tearing apart my world and destroying my family. They danced for hours around the fire that turned by body into ash, laughing without a care in the world about how they destroyed us.
But what they didn't know was that, I wasn't gone. Yes, for all intensive purposes my body was dead, but my soul was not.
And I knew someday, centuries later, I would have the last laugh.