Stolen Heart

"Every step that I take is another mistake to you.

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So it was decided - just like that.

Carlisle was going to change me.

I was to become a vampire.

It made sense - it was the only logical thing to do. It would also mean that it would save many people's lives. Except Jacob's - of course. Carlisle said he'll do it in two hours - we had no time to lose. He predicted the change should take around 3 days, and it was Tuesday today. That meant I should be immortal by Friday, the same day Jacob was to become the Alpha. It was going to be close, but we should make it. Carlisle explained to me that my final heartbeat would also be Jacob's final beat. Edward has also insisted that I am to have a large amount of morphine injected inside of me, to ease the burn. I didn't tell Edward, but I had a tiny feeling in my gut that the morphine would make no difference, but if I told Edward he'd be put off as easily as that.

I was in my truck, headed home, where I was going to spend one of my final hours with Charlie.

Oh Charlie.

He was one of the few negatives of me being changed. I had no idea what the Cullens would tell him, I'd gone missing, run away - died? Would I have to lie stiff in a coffin, as Charlie wept over me, and dig my way out after the funeral? I couldn't bear thinking about the pain Charlie would have to endure.

The gravel of the drive crunched underneath my truck as I pulled in. It was already dark and dismal outside, although it was only 4 o'clock and it was drizzling drearily. There were no lights on inside the house, which was odd seeing as Charlie's cruiser was parked in the drive. I walked up to the porch and fumbled in my bag for the house key. After several minutes of cursing and emptying the contents of my bag, I finally found the key and let myself in. The house was eerily silent; there was no buzz of the television or crackle of the radio.

Just silence.

He was probably taking a nap, but there was no snoring wafting down the stairs. My heart started thudding.

"Dad? Are you upstairs?" I called, my voice distorting the sinister quiet of the house.

"Dad? Stop freaking me out." I flipped on the kitchen light; it was so quiet I could hear the buzz of the light bulb. I walked around turning on lights, Charlie was no where to be seen. I began to creak up the stairs, when I reached the landing, Charlie's bedroom door was closed. I started to edge towards it, my pulse pounding in my ears.

"Dad?" I called feebly once again, nearing his door. I closed my eyes shut tightly, and stretched out, my gloved hand resting on the door knob. I turned it slowly, my eyes still clamped shut. I nudged the door open and it complied with a groan. I slipped into his room, still refusing to open my eyes.

"Dad, are you sleeping?" I whispered.

There was no response. I counted to three under my breath.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

I finally opened my eyes and the first thing I did was scream. It rang out through the house, echoing down the stairs in the kitchen, reflecting back into my ears shrill, and loud.

There he was. My beloved dad, Charlie. He was lying on the bed. His usually creamy white duvet and pillows were now entirely crimson. I edged towards him, my hand clamped over my mouth to barricade my screams. He'd been stabbed, lots and lots of times. All over his chest, his neck, his stomach his legs, repetitive marks indicating where the knife had been forced inside of him. His face was gashed, and torn, his head bruised. Shards of a vase were scattered around the mutilated body, conveying that this had been used on his brow, the vase that had been a wedding present of him and Renee. The only untouched parts of his bloody corpse were his soft hands. In one of them was a piece of paper. I gingerly prised it out off his cold, lifeless fingers with my free hand. Scrawled across it in handwriting that I recognised all too well was a message.

Now you know just what I'm capable of.

The bloodsuckers are next.

Tears crashed down my cheeks, as if they were racing in the Olympics. In his other hand he was grasping a small object. I carefully unwound Charlie's fingers from it, to reveal a lighter.

I knew exactly what that was for.

Vampires can only be fully killed in one way.

I had to get out - get away from Charlie, this house. I stumbled down the stairs and careered into my truck. I wrenched it into ignition and began to charge down the motorway, tears streaming non-stop the entire time.

Charlie was dead.

And now it was Jacob's turn.