A twilight Fanfiction: 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷

Chapter 1

Death was something most people feared. It meant an end to this treacherous but also fruitful life. People look at death in the eye and blink for fear of losing everything they've accomplished. Death is an old friend of mine. He's visited me countless times throughout my unfortunately long life. He's taunted me and laughed at my cowardice. Death isn't gentle, he isn't nice. He made sure I would live long until I begged for his freedom. Now death taunts me differently. He runs away like a child playing tag and hides in hopes to never be found. Life is crueller than death and I no longer want a part of it.

My name is Dawn Cullen. I'm a half breed born of two natural enemies. My parent's love was what created me and was the very same thing that destroyed them. I was found by vampires and sent to Aro, probably to be killed. Luckily, Carlisle found me first and decided to spare me. He kept me hidden from Aro. I seemed like nothing more than another vampire to him. For my whole life, I've had to hide my identity. Only in the confines of the Cullen house am I ever allowed to be me. Everywhere else I'm either a vampire, a werewolf or a human.

Edward Cullen, his beautiful golden eyes printed in my mind. A reminder of how it never worked. We were mates. But when Bella moved to forks everything changed. I could feel his heart shifting until one day it stopped looking my way. This was the day my reason to live was gone. Since then I've had to pretend to not care as Edward and Bella are joint at the hip. I've had to endure it because if I get upset that would be unfair. No one notices my pain and I doubt they would care anyway. They're all living happily in their perfect and untouchable couples that they would never even notice.

I stood out on my balcony, the cold crisp air surrounding my body inflated my lungs like a balloon. It was something only my wolf form could enjoy. I've always loved the cold though. My long and thick white coat of wavy hair flowed down my shoulders just past my chest. I tucked them behind my ears in order to stop the strands from hitting my face. My caramel tan skin glistened under the night sky. I furrowed my dark thick brows as my mind overflowed with toxic swirling thoughts. My thin monolid eyes closed from the intensity of the wind. My nose scrunched and my lips pursed, the face I usually make when I think alone. The wind picked up and my hair floated with the current. The smell of fresh earth and cedar lingered in the air, there was something so grounding about it. Finally, I opened my eyes, looking right into the tree line, one of my eyes blood red and the other white as snow, a symbol of who I truly am. The forest called me ever so desperately through the sounds of the chirping birds and the dancing trees.

His presence made the atmosphere go still. He walked up beside me and placed his hands on the same railing mine rested on. He looked at me with his golden eyes that I wish would erase from my mind.

"Are you okay?" Edward asked. His voice was deep but in the soft and gentle kind of way, his words always knew how to enchant me, flowing off of his tongue like honey.

I didn't answer him. He and I both knew that I wasn't okay. The question was just a way to start the conversation, I doubt he even cared if I was okay or not. It made me angry. But this was another kind of anger. It started off small and subtle but only grew from there until it was wild and untamed.

After a few moments of silence, he placed his hand over mine. His cold skin balanced out my heat in the most enjoyable way, but now it only felt like a tease. I pulled my hand back and cradled it away from him. He looked to the floor and sighed.

"Listen," he started. "I know you don't want this," he said. I scoffed. The anger starting to swell up in my chest, forcing my breathes out in shaky waves. He had no idea what it was like, yet he had the audacity to try and sympathize with me.

"You don't understand," I said, my voice quivering in the process. I wanted to scream, I wanted to hit him. I wanted to see him hurt like I did but those were horrible thoughts that I wished I never had. I still love him.