Book 1: The forgotten Cullen

Escape and Damon Blackhall

Fiona Pov

I wiped my tears once again as I walked to an empty room of the main house. The Cullen's were hunting and I had the whole house for myself. I sat down in the piano, my hands gliding across its white keys, playing a sad song.

I stopped when I heard the door open. They couldn't have returned that I fast! I would have smelled them before they could get inside. It's not them, the intruder's scent is like rain and earth, unlike the Cullen's which is horrible, nose burning sweetness.

"Hello," a boy's voice said and I turned around. It wasn't velvety like vampires and it wasn't deep and gruff like the shapeshifters.

I saw a boy with dark brown/red hair, golden brown eyes and pale skin, not as pale as vampires. He was very cute, especially when he smiles. But he was translucent, like a projection.

"Who a-are you?" I stuttered and he chuckled. "W-what are y-you?"

My heart was thubdering in my chest, faster than normal. I could hear it pumping faster still.

"What are you?" He asked, his voice echoing on the house. "Who are you?"

"Fiona Amora Cullen, 3/4 vampire, 1/4 human," I said involuntary. As if he made me say it against my will.

"Nice to meet you, Fiona Cullen," he said. "I am a ghost, I was killed by a vampire, whom has the power of mind control. She made everyone forget about you with her power. Escape while you can."

"Who are you?" I asked again.

"I am...Damon Blackhall," he said and left with a cold hush of wind.

I didn't think twice about his warning and packed the clothes I had, toothbrush and other essentials. I also got money from Carlisle's safe.

I quickly showered and dressed onto a dark blue dress, black leggings, a black trench coat and black leather boots.

I brushed my hair and walked down the hallway. Then, I saw a girl looking back at me. She was beautiful. I smiled.

Her long, dark, yet warm, brown hair framed her oval face, stopping at her waist. Below delicate dark eyebrows were large and almond-shaped eyes, the irises were an unique and gorgeous stormy grey that shone with power and shyness, were framed by long, thick dark eyelashes. Below a small, straight nose, a pair of dark pink lips were stretched into a wide smile, her perfect snowy white teeth were glowing into the light. Her skin was smooth and porcelain white, except her dimpled cheeks which were flushed with a beautiful pink color.

I waved my hand and she did the same at the same time. I raised my hand to my face and she did the same. Then, I realized something. That beautiful girl was me. But how could I be so beautiful. I had always assumed I was ugly but I was the opposite.

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