Daddy's Little Girl
Bella is Carlisle's daughter in the 1700s. One night, Carlisle doesn't come back from his hunt to take down the vampires. Bella is forced into a marriage with a man who becomes abusive. One night, a year after Carlisle bacame a vampire, her husband nearly kills her and she is left out on the streets, where she is changed. So, what will happen? Will she meet her dad? And will he have another family when she finally meets him?
Not Stephenie, don't know her.
2. Why Me?
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And it turned out, my grandfather hated me a lot. More than I'd origionally thought. He forced me to marry Mike Newton, a man I hated.
He paraded me around like some sort of a trophy. It was terrible, however I didn't know how terrible it was going to get.
A couple of weeks after our marriage, I was talking to the book-store owner, who happened to be a male. Mike led me out of the shop, his fingers digging into my hand. It caused me pain, but I didn't let it show.
That was the first night he hit me repeatedly, with full force. He apologised after, and I thought he ahd meant it.
But these beatings started to happen more frequently. He apologise afterwards, but it started to happen so many times, I knew he just said that. I would have a beating from him more than four times a day, each blow delivered with full force.
I wondered how long I would survive. A body could only handle so much, and stubborn as I was to hang on, sometimes I wondered if death would be preferable.
One night, Mike gave me a beating, more painful than I had ever had before. "I guess you just aren't wife material." I growled, before throwing me out of the door, spitting on me once and walking away, laughing.
That was where they found me. I recognised them immedietely, even though it was the dark of night and I could feel myself slipping away.
It was a group of five vampires, their eyes a ruby red.
But I wasn't frightened. I was going to die anyway, they would just quicken it, put me out of my pain.
How wrong I was.
One leant down, and I felt sharp teeth pierce into my flesh. I felt blood being drained out of my body, and transferred into the vampire. I did not think of it as a monster. They had not chosen their life, it was not their fault they craved blood.
But he did not finish all my blood. He carried me to a shack and left me there, while I endured the most painful days of my life.
It was worse I had to do it in silence. I could not call out in pain, or else I would attract attention and I would be burned for what I had become.
On the third day, the final day, I felt a wave of pain, more sore than the rest. I winced in agony and felt my heart slow.
I was one of them.