Twilight Fanfic Tear-Jerker. It's been about fifty years since the Cullen's separated and left Forks. Now they are returning to their old home to live as a family again. But something has changed. A mystery seems to unravel before their own eyes. Th...
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OUR FIRST TWO YEARS
I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd actually witnessed a human's immortal soul.
'Where did it go?' I wondered. 'Do Minstrels have souls?' 'Do vampires?'
It was almost unbelievable to think it true. But it had actually happened.
I began to wonder how many souls I had prematurely sent to the great beyond. The number was probably astounding.
It was actually too astounding to deal with at the moment because I had much to do, and little time to get it done.
First, I went to my knees, where I could look Christopher directly into the eye.
Suddenly, I heard a pathetic whimpering sound and realized that it was coming from my own throat. I then begged Christopher to forgive me for treating him so harshly and that I had NEVER meant to strike him.
Christopher didn't reply. I couldn't tell whether he was lost in thought or suffering a traumatic shock.
I attempted to reclaim my kind human face as I told Christopher, "Daddy is going to take you back to the stable so you can finish packing. I'll return to you as soon as I can. I promise you, Christopher."
Suddenly Christopher was in my arms. I grabbed his walking stick and one of the fine lanterns from a small table. I ran Christopher back to the stable, and sat him down on his cot with his walking stick.
I lit the lantern so Christopher would have some light while I was gone. I walked over to Christopher and kissed him gently on his forehead.
He allowed my kiss and I knew I was forgiven. Actually, I knew Christopher would always forgive me the times that I would fail him. He loved me. I knew there was nothing on this earth that Christopher loved as much as myself...except for Helena, and she was gone now. I gave a treasured smile to my son and I vanished like a gust of wind.
As I ran back towards the Shaws, I began to think of Helena. I still had every intention of exacting my revenge upon Caius and Demitri. The Shaws were only the beginning of my wrath. But I had to make sure that my precious child remained safe and secure.
I ran to the slave cemetery that was near the Shaw Mansion.
There, I dug with my bare hands and created a mammoth sized hole.
I then returned to the Shaws and began gathering bodies into bunches to drop into the hole I had dug. It only took several trips and then I was done. I quickly covered the bodies with earth and it was a job well done.
I then raced into the township and into the law office. There, I forged papers and documents transferring the Shaw Mansion; it's contents, and the rest of the Shaw wealth into my own name. I'd sell the bloody mansion and everything in it. It would just add to the vast wealth that I was accumulating for my beloved son.
At the law office, I took an envelope and filled it with money, a gift to show my gratitude to Clara.
Dawn was breaking so I traveled back to the Shaw's to wait.
Finally I spied Clara, accompanied by several other servants, making her way along the pathway towards the mansion.
I stood in the shadows of a giant oak tree awaiting Clara's approach. Finally she walked by and I stood forward, but kept well within the shadow of the oak tree.
"Good Morning, Clara," I said.
Clara stopped and motioned for the other servants to go on about their duties.
"Hmmm..." Clara said, "Spoken by the devil himself!"
"Did you get done what you was wanting to do?" she asked me.
I looked Clara in her eyes and admitted matter-of-factly, "Yes, I did. Thank you for your assistance, but how did you know what I would do?" I asked her.
Clara placed her hands upon her hips and raised her eyebrows and proclaimed, "I know about your kind and your revenge. I've seen it before and I'll probably see it again. But I knew with your red old eyes that not only had the Shaws placed themselves in danger...but they placed us all in danger with the way they treated that boy."
She further added, "I knew you'd either kill the Shaws, or kill us all, so I went with the lesser of two evils and that's why I'm breathing today."
I couldn't help but grin at Clara...she just believed in telling things the way things were...or at least how she saw it anyway.
Clara gave me a glaringly reproachful look and said, "Just you wipe that smile off your face. You oughtn't have killed ALL of them. But....I knew once you entered that house intent with revenge that you'd leave nobody alive. That's why I had to do what I had to do."
I just shrugged in answer.
"Clara, I have a gift for you," and I handed her the envelope.
"I don't need or want your blood money," Clara told me trying to hand the envelope back.
"No," I said, "You keep it...you're going to do a favor for me anyway."
"Like what?" Clara replied with a grimace.
"I want you to go to the stable and get the boy and care for him for a few days. I'll send for him no less than three days time. And he better be here...and he'd better be safe and well cared for." I demanded of Clara.
Clara turned away from me and walked off muttering, "Hmff...Like I have any choice in the matter."
I couldn't say anything to her...because she was absolutely correct.
I ran to London that night. Since I was so well fed I didn't even have to even consider hunting.
I broke into a gentleman's clothing store and stole a fine new set of clothes and a black umbrella, just in case the sun peaked behind the clouds. I already had my green colored glasses, my forged papers and documents. I was set to go!
I bought a three-story Georgian style house in Piccadilly Circus. I spared no expense in furnishing the home. I even added a fully-stocked playroom and nursery, even though I knew Christopher could probably care less at his age. But I wanted to give him everything that he never received as a child. This was my last and only chance to make those lost years up to him.
