What if the Volturi never did decide on letting Nessie live or not? - Nessie must run, leaving everything & everyone she's ever known - it's the only way she thinks the Volturi will stay away from her family & just follow her. But when Nessie hears a stupid rumour while she's on the run about her family being dead all she wants is to forget. She finds the only vampire she's heard of & asks to have her memory erased of any memory she's ever had, including how to be herself, a half human-half vampire... Rated: Everyone. Contains of some coarse language. ONLY 5 REVIES, NAWW, COM' ON GUYS R&R, PLEASE **PUPPY DOG EYES** :)
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2. Let there be Forever...
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Some things can't be explained.
I can't explain myself, not to my friends, or even me.
Just two days ago I found out I was adopted. Yeah - adopted - just dropped on these peoples door step by someone. Just three years old, sleeping in a basket & I was abandoned, just like one of those Harry Potter things! For my whole 14yrs of life so far, I thought I had a real family. Every single time I look into their eyes now all I see is fakes, liars. I wish I didn't feel this way, that I could somehow just accept it. But I can't. There's something there that's holding me back.
You see I've been having these strange dreams lately. You could call them visions I guess. They all come in waves of agony, it hurts each time I remember. They're about me & my family, my real family. They are just scenes from when I was little. My golden eyed family & my Jacob werewolf - Are they even real? I don't know if I'm going crazy or not but I'm too afraid to speak to anyone about it. It sure as hell feels like I'm going psycho because every day I change.
I feel stronger. I become faster, more graceful. I hear things from far away. I see things from far away. My sense of taste is dangerously heightening, many things becoming less appetizing. I'm growing too. I'm already much taller than a lot of the girls in my year & I don't look like your average 15yr old girl either.
I've even ‘tested' myself & yeah, it was dangerous but I couldn't help myself, I was curious. The little test I did was with my skin. I just got out a knife & tried to slice my arm but no blood or even a scratch appeared on my skin. It was like my skin was as hard as marble or stone yet still warm.
Every night comes with a new dream, followed by a wash of pain. Those dreams, they're just so vivid & real that when I wake up it's like a second world to me. The pain that come with it though, is almost worth it, worth everything because I've realized that after each section of agony my strength has rather increased or some part of me has grown or become much more beautiful.
Am I worried? Yes, worried for myself & the others around me.
Am I scared? Yes, absolutely freaked!
Do I think this is pretty cool? Totally!
But everyday gets more confusing. I feel like I'm constantly being watched. It feels as if I should be waiting for something drastic to happen, yet it doesn't - the only drastic thing is me. From when I wake up to when I fall asleep, 24/7 I sense them. Maybe it's yet another sign of my craziness, I'm unsure but I would really love an answer sooner than later.
There are so many questions I have. Like: what happened to my family? Who's my mother? What's my real name? And most of all - What am I?
In the twilight of the day everything is soft & peaceful - too beautiful for a picture & too amazing to be real.
I used to think that the trees had creatures amongst them - I still do actually. The leaves were the clothes they wore & they'd just sit up on the tiny & thick branches looking down on you. At night they'd awake & dance around in the forest, leaving the branches bare & then as the sun begins to appear, they all creep back & take back their places. Sometimes I really believed it. That there would always be someone there watching over me no matter where i was.
The pretty purple & blue tulips that circled us everywhere held a luscious fragrance. The dew-dropped-grass was a gorgeous green-ish lime & was grown in different sizes that looked unbelievably perfectly fitted.
I sat there in the middle of a meadow while the cold, silky fingers of my mother ran through my long curly hair. The stress of the past week (not to mention the next week coming along with the Volturi) was almost gone from the both of us. She was telling me stories about her & daddy before everything else had changed as dramatically as it had. I felt the blame for all of it but no matter whenever I even thought of it like that I would get a tidal wave of reassurances. The more she got into her stories the more i grew into unconsciousness - except for when she mentioned my Jacob.
Slipping into unconsciousness can be sleeping, or it could be from pain, that pain could even be fixed by going into an infinite sleep.
I held that memory tightly to my heart. Nothing was going to happen to me or the parts of me as long as I remembered them. I knew Renzo's gift but I didn't know the harmful consequences. So as I floated into a flood of pain I let go of my memories. To remember my family, my life before was too painful, they'd all be dead now, everyone I love would be gone all because of the Volturi. How I hated them right now.
I hear screaming, wailing. Then I realize it's only me. All this pain, I asked for it. This was the bargain I had made with Renzo. It was like my mind was being burned from the inside out, buried deep down to somewhere even I couldn't get to.
To remember my family, my life before; it would just be too horrible to go through. They could be dead now; all of them, to have to go through that for the rest of my life are something I don't want. I don't think anyone would want it.
So, as I close my eyes & let my memories be hidden away in a forbidden draw at the back of my head, I made one wish....
Let there be forever.
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