MONSTER ҉ twilight

MONSTER

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Prologue

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Life was a strange journey on itself but being a bloodlust creature made it even more. Being a vampire was never something she imagined happening to her, but it did. She died a human and was reborn a vampire. There was no one to blame because when she looked at herself in the mirror that first time and instead of her deep brown eyes saw red blood orbs looking at her she was alone, truly alone. No one to blame.

Bonnie Mae Carlton was born in Chicago, Illinois in 1903. A beautiful baby girl graced the Carlton family and they adored her even before she was born.

Her mother, always wanting a little girl finally got her wish when Bonnie was born, she was truly loved the second her mother laid eyes on the beautiful deep brown eyes she had. Her baby girl, oh! The life she had planned for her.

When babies are born some parents see a future for them, one where everything goes great and they are everything they can be. Constance Carlton saw a magnificent future for her bonnie, for her baby girl. The future her mother had planned for her only daughter would crumble to pieces from the time Bonnie was twelve years old.

Bonnie Mae grew up at her family's bar, at a time where alcohol prohibition wasn't established. She grew up surrounded by music, laughter, love and alcohol. Her life was a bar and she loved it. She loved the way a single place would liven up as the night approached and how life seemed to change like it was a new different place. She enjoyed the bar life because there between the alcohol and the music people were who they were meant to be, and she wanted that.

From a young age Bonnie knew she was different from other girls. She didn't think of boys like her friends did. She wouldn't look at boys like her friends did either. Instead she would find herself always looking for Rosemary Caplan, her best friend, in every room she found herself at.

It was strange for her to be plagued by feelings that according to others she must feel for a boy, but every time she looked at Rosemary it felt right, like nothing else mattered. They were best friends even when Bonnie wished they could be more.

As she grew up her mother and father would talk about what her life would be. Her father, George Carlton, always talked of the time where his little girl would get married to a good man and have children of her own. Those times her mother would continue saying that she would dote on her grandchildren like they were her own. They talked about how one day she would have a family of her own. Every time her parents talked about that life she couldn't help but imagine marrying Rosemary. She knew it was wrong but she got butterflies just thinking about it, butterflies she never got with a boy. It felt right for her.

In her twelve birthday Bonnie did something she had only imagined herself doing. She had many friends and was well liked but had decided that she didn't want a party she wanted a sleepover with her friends. So she invited only the closest and Rosemary. She had an amazing night with her friends, they ate cookies, had ice cream, and watched movies until they all fell asleep.

That night Bonnie was woken up by someone crying. When she stood from her sleeping bag saw it was Rosemary. She rushed to her and her friend cried in her arms about a number of things but they just sounded like nonsense to her, it only stopped being nonsense when Bonnie heard her name. Both girls looked at each other.

"I like you the same way I should like boys," Rosemary whispered scared any other of the girls could hear.

"I like you the same way I should like boys," Bonnie repeated meaning every word.

Both girls smiled. Rosemary liked her back. It was never wrong, it wasn't wrong at all, deep down Bonnie knew that, but the tears that stained Rosemary cheeks said other wise. They made her feel that maybe the feelings that plagued her were wrong.

Bonnie kept looking at Rosemary's soft brown eyes and moved her face closer to hers. She kissed one of her cheeks. Rosemary returned the kiss. They smiled at each other and leaned closer. They kissed. A soft sweet kiss. They smiled and Rosemary started crying again. Bonnie kissed her once more, the same way, barely touching lips. It was the sweetest of kisses. Rosemary smiled at her and kissed her back.

Sudden movements coming from the door startled the girls. The door was opened. It was Bonnie's mother coming to collect all the left over food. When she opened the door both girls separated quickly but it was clear on her mother's face that she knew what they were doing.

Her mother never looked at her the same. To make things worse, Bonnie remember the exact moment her mother told her father because he didn't look at her the same either. From that moment they no longer talked about her future life. On one occasion Bonnie heard her father say that when the time came he would find her a husband.

Bonnie and Rosemary never stopped being friends because for bonnie's parents forbidding her daughter from seeing the other girl meant something was wrong, and according to them nothing was wrong because nothing ever happened.

At age sixteen Bonnie knew she loved Rosemary and that Rosemary loved her back but she also loved singing at her family's bar. Every time she sang she could see in her parents face the same look they used to give her before her twelve birthday sleepover. A look of pure adoration, it made her feel like there was nothing wrong with her. That everything was right, that she wasn't some kind of freak or monster.

At age eighteen she had a steady job at her family's bar which had become more underground because of the alcohol prohibition. She knew it was a risky life, it was a constant looking behind your back. The business was booming and people were not very appreciative of that, her father soon had many enemies.

Her life ended at eighteen for many different reasons, the first one, Rosemary Caplan became Rosemary Harrison. Her Rosemary got married. The second one, her father had forbidden her from singing at the bar and told her that soon she would have to marry. The third one, she died.

When she died all went black. There was pain, an insurmountable amount of pain. She had imagined before how it would be like dying, she always imagined everything going still, oh! how wrong she was. It was strange. She could still feel things but they felt different. The color black suddenly changed to red. She could only see red, maybe after all she was indeed a monster.

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