Angelica Cullen was supposed to have died over 300 years ago, but now she gets to watch as her adoptive brother stalks some girl from Arizona.
Born in the 1600s to one Carlisle Cullen and his first wife- a woman whose name has since faded into obscu...
Angelica Cullen had devoted much thought about how she would die throughout her short sixteen years of life.
Her parents had been taken so quickly, her father suddenly in the night under mysterious circumstances, and her mother by a cough that left her chin bloodstained and her body hollow. Angelica had always hoped she would be different. That when her time came, she'd go with dignity. She pictured her hair tinged with gray streaks, laugh lines creasing by her eyes and grown children standing by her bedside. She'd be asleep, peaceful and free from the pain that usually accompanied life seeping out from one's body.
Apparently, that had been too kind of a fate.
Lying in the forest, covered only by a torn and dirtied dress, her bones bent out unnaturally and her face bruised beyond recognition, Angelica looked anything but dignified.
She ached horribly. The tightness of where she'd been gripped and held down by rough hands still lingered, tingling like a phantom across her wretched flesh. Blood streaked down her legs, pooling into her worn leather shoes, making its way in between the crevices of her toes. Patches of it had begun to dry, leaving the raised skin below stinging and itchy.
Through the cloud of white searing pain that muddled her thoughts, she tried to pull forth the prayers her grandfather used to have her recite. She once thought she'd never be able to rid her head of the repetitive lines. Now, they struggled to rise up through the blurred space of her mind. Her hair was matted to her forehead by sweat.
Once golden autumn dry leaves that lined the forest floor were soaked a murky scarlet below her. Wind pelted carelessly through the trees, rustling the branches, carrying her pleas away with the breeze. Her cries, once a myriad of pain and desperation, had long ago petered off into pathetic little whimpers. Now, they slipped from her chapped lips insignificantly, cutting in between indiscernible prayers.
"Oh God."A pained, choked whisper came from above her.
She was too late for any savior, but she forced open her swollen eyes as best she could and was suddenly struck with confusion as to why the pain was persisting.
Angelica must be dead by now, she realized. The blurred face of the man hovering above her was one that had been stolen from her over ten years ago. She heard twigs beside her snap and groan as he crouched beside her. Blonde hair and a narrow nose peeked out through her swampy vision. She consoled herself with the fact that she'd at least made it to heaven if he was there to greet her.
"I'm so sorry, my girl."
You've done nothing. She wanted to tell him, but she had yet to regain the ability to speak.
Angelica figured she must be hovering in some limbo between the afterlife and earth. He had come to retrieve her.
"I will fix this." He promised brokenly, and his voice was far raspier than she'd remembered.
She closed her eyes once more, inky blackness replacing his features. This was it. She was going.
Angelica felt the ground beneath her, solid and lined with the forest's discarded branches and foliage. Through broken lungs she took a final, shaking breath. She wondered if they had woods like this in heaven. She'd used to take strolls through them in the daylight. There was nothing left in them for her now. There was nothing left at all.
Something sharp punctured the last unmarred patch of skin on her neck and a burning pain ruptured into her veins, dashing what had come before it to pieces like waves against jagged rocks. A scream tore from her throat, carried away by the wind and muffled by the icy cold hand that was clasped over her mouth.
Her dead father's eyes gleamed an eerie gold in the pale moonlight, blood staining the pearly whites of his teeth.
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A/N
This fic has been getting published for the last few months on AO3 and then I remembered I have a wattpad account. However the story itself has been in the works for several years. I came up with this character in tenth grade, but since then both her and the plot have gone through several MAJOR edits so I hope you guys like where it ended up. ♡
In terms of sites, I won't lie, I do prefer AO3, due to it's filtering system and the overall quality of writing overthrew- HOWEVER, I will say I've missed the wattpad ability to insert pics. Please enjoy a celebratory Jasper meme
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