A thirteen-year-old girl is haunted by memories that may or may not be hers. Her dreams are poisoned to nightmares by emotions that are unfamiliar to her. She is hit by spasms of merciless pain, in which she is separated from her own body. And then there are the gifts. Powers and beauty are not unknown to this thirteen-year-old girl. And then she is bitten by an odd stranger, with ice-cold skin, and left on the Cullens' doorstep. What will happen when 10 lives packed into 1 body, meets pale skin and enhanced human qualities as a vampire?
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2. I'm Not Okay (I Promise)
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I share Trigonometry with Edward and Bella. Lucky me. Edward was right in front of me kissing her up the neck! He is so going to get it later!
My eyes started to glaze over. A vision. Thank God! I hope.
A girl with long flowing black hair is lying, crumpled and bleeding on the doorstep of a white mansion. Her body is covered in scratches and she looks as though she'd been bitten. Her eyes flutter a bit, and she starts to squirm.
I recognized the house immediately, it was mine wasn't it? But the girl was a complete stranger. She was dying or undergoing the transformation though. She needed help!
Edward was wincing, Bella was trying to get her breath straight, and the other students hadn't noticed. I tapped Edward on the shoulder. He turned around and, upon seeing my face, mouthed 'What's wrong?' I thought about the vision, and Edward's eyes grew wide. He turned to Bella.
"Bella, I have to go home early. Do you mind if I come back and pick you up?" Edward tried to keep his voice even. It worked. Bella nodded, still dazed from Edward's 'dazzling'. I raised my hand.
"Yes, Ms.Cullen?" came the teacher's voice, sounding annoyed.
"I'm not feeling too well. Can I go to the nurse's office?"
"Very well, bring Mr.Cullen with you." And he continued to draw on about vertical lines, or something like that.
Ed and I walked to the Volvo quietly. I got in on the passenger's side and we were off. "What are we going to do?" I asked quietly.
"We're going to try and save her, aren't we?" Edward replied.
I nodded. We pulled in the driveway about a minute later. There she was, right on the doorstep, breathing roughly and bleeding far to much for safety. We both held our breath. She was twitching a little, and her eyes opened and closed so fast that I couldn't see what color they were. I ran up to her. "Edward, what now? You're the one who took medical school twice."
"We should probably call Carlisle first. For now, let's get her inside and try to make her comfortable." He was next to me in a flash. He slid his hand under her arms, and she winced. He went to slide his other hand under her legs, when she gasped. Her head bent the other way. Edward lifted her in his arms and her head fell backwards. I let myself sniff her a little. She smelled like an assortment of fruits.
She groaned a bit. Edward looked at me. "Can you open the door please?" I nodded and held the door open for him. He put the girl on the couch. "Call Carlisle please." I nodded again, beginning to feel like a servant, and reached into my pocket for a shiny silver cell phone.
I had Carlisle on speed-dial, of course. I called him. 1 ring. 2 rings. 3 rin- "Hello?"
"Carlisle, it's Alice."
"We need you to come home. There was a girl on the doorstep, she's been just about tortured and bitten. We need-" I was cut off by an unusually loud growl by Edward. "Victoria." He hissed.
"Alice, are you there? I'll be home in a minute." He hung up.
"Edward? What about Victoria?" I asked gently.
He beckoned me toward him and pointed to her arm. Love, Victoria was scratched onto her arm, which was bleeding badly. "Is Carlisle coming?" Edward asked. I nodded. Immediately Edward said, "I have to go see Bella." He ran out the door. Which left me alone with a girl who was bleeding to death on my couch. Yay.
I sta on the chair, watching her. Her eyes were clenched shut, her arms were grasping the couch weakly, her breath was forced. Victoria did this to her. My hands involuntarily clenched into fists.
About 5 minutes later Carlisle pulled up. He walked through the doorway and looked at me. "Are you okay?" He asked politely.
"I'm just mad. Victoria did this to her. She's not okay." He looked at me with concern, but turned to look at the girl. Her legs were slowly curling toward her body. I walked out of the room and up the stairs. The others would be home soon. I just had to wait.
...One hour later...
I heard the door open downstairs and rushed down to see Jasper. I ran right into his arms and hugged him a lot. He was already looking at the girl though. "Alice? Care to explain?" He asked gently. It sounded a bit like he was choking though: he wasn't breathing.
"I found her on the doorstep. Victoria attacked her." 3 vampires hissed at the word Victoria. Carlisle was wrapping bandages on the girl. "She's only about thirteen. Go look. She's really pretty, even all scratched up like that." I dragged Jasper over to the girl. Carlisle moved aside with a look of triumph on his face.
Jasper smiled at the girl. "She is pretty. Hey, Emmett, Rosalie, come see." They both walked over to her.
Emmett got excited. "Are we gonna keep her?" He asked no one in particular.
"Sure." said Carlisle from a seat on the couch.
"Yay! I get another little sister!" I said. Jasper and Rosalie rolled their eyes. Emmett smiled even wider.
"What's her name?" he asked.
Carlisle held up a metal tag. "Helena Morale. Pretty name. Wonder why she was in a mental hospital, though."
"What?" All four of us said together.
"This tag is from a mental cooperation center. It was around her neck." He jiggled it again. "I think she ran away."
No one had time to react though. Helena let out an ear-splitting scream and started to move around like she was being possessed. Her eys were blinking rapidly, then she stopped. Her head fell sideways. Carlisle had a questioning look on his face. "That's not normal." He said to himself.