Starlight

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{PROLOGUE: The First Love}

It was the mere hours of the morning. People were screaming as if their hearts, lungs, throats, everything in their stupid weak little human bodies had been ripped from their cores. They were fuming in a wild frenzy aroung me. Passing me. One look at me, and it was as if they were staring into the eyes of a demon, death itself. And in a far-fetched, complicated, sadistic way, they were. I was drenched head to toe in thick, sticky blood. It was dripping from my lips, oh the smell, so sensual and sweet, I would do anything to soothe the burning and agonizing pain brought from the thirst, deep down in my throat. I swallowed again, and the sensation momentarliy cleared the slowly intensifying pain. It was 1789, almost the turn of the century. I had been alive for nineteen years, but three days before I had become a part of the undead, reborn as a masochistic vampire.

{PART 1: Confession}

I know, what a depressingly gore-filled mood to set at the beginning of a story, right? But I'm not nearly as crazy as I was then. I have greatly matured over the vast 222 year "lifetime" since then. I'm a pure breed, but aged to perfection. Forever in the body of a beautiful strawberry blonde nineteen-year-old girl. All thanks to the beautifully souled Dr. Carlisle Cullen. He turned me into a soulless succubus. The creator of Edward, Esme, Rosalie, and Emmett. I am his first and oldest creation. His most imperfect secret. His first love. You were all tricked into thinkking Edward was his first. But he never told them about me. I guess he didn't want to break his precious little Esme's heart. Or his perfect little coven's trust. He has his his lies well. Enough for them not to find out.

I have seen the one they call Bella though, after she was turned. Edward's blushing beloved. She seemed suspicious of me as I passed her by. Her sweet scent instantly set off my memories of Carlise. I knew then, she must live with him and so she was by means Isabella Swan-Cullen, the shield. I do have a power though. I can read minds, much like Edward and Aro. But I can pick through the minds of anyone I wanted, including people who have mental blocks like Bella. I also know that she can show memories through deep concentration and the touch of her hand. I heardin her thoughts that she was going to show me to Edward questioningly. In no doubt Edward will not know a thing and she will likely show Carlisle. Contemplatingly I drummed my fingers together and thought 'And let the castle walls come tumbling down, and the truth comes out.' I know how harshly it would feel for Carlisle to tell them all, about his lies. Especially towards Esme.

I was his first lover. I was married to him when I was human. I loved the way his touch was ice cold but warmed me on the inside. I loved the ways he was strong and hard like the muscle of a statue, yet he was soft. I loved how his when his powerful lips crushed mine, it was out of passion. All of my feelings and deepest thoughts were of him and only him. He gave me his undead heart. But that was then and now he has changed. My naame is no longer on his heart. I've moved on lon ago and so had he.

Stephanie Rose Perne. I loved the sound of my name. I loved the fact that it had changed to Mrs. Stephanie Cullen, though. I thought back to the time before I met my angel Carlisle. I was prone to danger. As a child, dragged by the hair by my own mother. I was tall and wobbled when I walked, always falling to the ground. As a teenager I was abducted countless times and raped. I was left to die, bleeding in the street, painfully clutching my stomach, writhing in pain. He had pleasured himself and beat me with no preavail. All because I gave him no response. Thats when he found me. He came to my rescue. I fell in love when he picked me up. His eyes were a mezmorizing gold, he had a perfectly chisled face and lucious locks of blonde hair. I nestled my head into his cold neck, and fisted the hair at the bottom of his head. He nursed me for months and over that time he had fallen in love with me. We were married and I had never felt better. That's when my short life was threatened and ruined forever. I was pregnant, not with Carlisle, but the unborn child of the last man that raped me, Charles Trait. I held all my trust in Carlisle to rid me of the filth inside of me that I did not want. But being naive changed me. Complications in surgery almost killed me, but Carlisle saved me in the worst way i could have imagined... he turned me into a bloodthirsty monster.