the youngest sister (on hold)

prologue

~Rosalie P.O.V~ 

Some say being the undead is a curse some say it's a gift. But it can be both it depends on the person it's given to and why. To me it's a gift and it's thanks him my lift is better. Let me tell you the story how it all started and it all thanks to him I'm a live. It all started one summer night and I was fighting for my life.

"Come here you little bitch!" I heard the angry voice of my father yell out in the silent forest, "You can't hide forever, I will find you and when I do, your gonna wish you never ran!"

I was hiding behind a tree as I covered my mouth to muffle the whimpers that escaped my lips. I squeezed my eyes shut, fear filling my heart at the thought of being found by my father .

"Come on out, you little brat! You're only making this worse for yourself for when I find you!" I heard his voice was getting closer to me. I know if I didn't run now he would find me. I took a deep breath readying myself and using the tree behind me to push myself off and run. Sadly I didn't get far until I felt strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

"I got you," His repulsive breath hit my ears and I could feel my heart drop. I thrashed in his arms like a wild animal trying my best to wiggle out of his hold. "No please let me go!" I shrieked. I reared my head back and hitting his nose with a loud crack.

His arms disappear and I fell hitting the hard dirt ground. I didn't waste time getting up and started running. "Bitch! " I heard his angered shout behind me. I looked behind to see he had his hand cupping his nose as blood dripping through the cracks of his fingers. Our eyes connected and I saw his eyes were blazing with fury he then  dropped his hands and started to run after me again.

I ran as fast as I could but sadly I tripped but before I could get back up I was roughly pulled back up. I felt his nails dug deeply into my arms making me wince. I clawed at his arm desperately trying to pry his hands away as tears flowed down my face. "Let me go!" I screamed. I would rather die than go back to the horrid place I'm forced to call home with him. He turned me a round and before I could do anything I felt a sudden sting on my cheek the impact of his slap sending me sprawling onto the ground.

Then I felt his foot connect to my stomach making me scream in agony I then heard a crunch sound coming from my ribs no doubt breaking them.

As he kick me again I tried to curl into myself into a tight ball but I couldn't cause I was into much pain until they stopped. I felt more fear claw at my heart as a heavy body pin me down as he let out a low chuckle the sinister sound that made my lip quiver.

"Now you're going to get it you little bitch." his hand moved down to unbuckle his belt. a little sob escaped my throat. "no! no!" I begged despite knowing it wouldn't do any good. "Shut up!" He said as he gripped my throat and started squeezed it making heard for me to get air. I weakly clawed at his hands but it didn't do anything.

From the corner of my eye I spotted a rock. I know if I was going  to die anyway I was going to take him with me. I blindly reach for it. My fingers slipped as I tried to get a grip on to it, it was just inch to far. "You know what I'm just going to get rid of you now." He said just as my hand finally grasped the rock and with all min strength I had left I swung it at his head at his head.

A sickening crunch was heard as the rock connected to his temple and he toppled to the ground. I weakly pushed myself up and saddle him and started to hit him with the rock again and again and again until he stopped moving. I let out a raspy weak laugh as I fell on to my back looking at starry night sky as I laid there dying and felt peace I never felt sense my mom was killed.

My eyes fluttered shut for a few moments and when I open them there was a boy kneeling over me. He couldn't be older then a few years then me considering I was only 15 and he was beautiful.

His hair was almost a dark Brown, his skin pale as the moonlight, his eyes blue as the sea that looked much older than his youthful face but filled with both wisdom and pain.

I took a shakily breath. " Ar...are you death?" I asked weakly my voice was raspy from the suffering I endured. He tiled his head as he was still kneeling over me as his eyes studied me before he answered me. "I am."

"But you couldn't be but a few years older then me." I said looking at him in awe." Not as young as you think I am." His denies as he reveals a set of fangs, his voice was soft. "I watched you fight. I only saw one other fight with a spirit like you have." He said as he gently brushed back a stray hair out of my face.

I looked at him as best I could cause my eyes started to bleary. "Why aren't you killing me?" I asked in confusion. His continuing to study me as he ignored my question. "are you scared of death?" he asked.

"No I'm not." I told him truthy cause I was not scared of dying. "Why?" He asked his eyes lighting up with curiosity.  "Cause then I'm free from the pain and suffering." His curiosity look turn into a thoughtful look. My eyes started to close but I forced myself to keep watching him. 

"could you be a companion of death?"  he asked his words were slow and deliberate. "could you walk with me through the world... through the dark?" He continued "I'll teach you all i know. I'll be your father, your brother, your family."

 "Why?" I asked my voice was faint. I could feel my life slowly leaving my body as I fought to keep a awake. "to give you the one thing you long for... Freedom."

"F-freedom." I whispered giving a smile as I slowly slipped away but before my eyes close I saw that he had a smile on his face as he leaned down toward me. I then felt a pinch in my neck and let out a weak gasp of pain then I welcome the darkness with a smile. 

I remember that night so well. After all it was the night that my life change for the better the passed two year of been the best of my life thanks to him I own my life I own everything to my saver to my maker Godric 

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