Vengeance - Twilight Fanfic

In the beginning

Hello! Okay so I do not own Twiligh-wish I did- and I just own my characters backstory and the ones I make up...um....yeah

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1864

Vanderburgh,

Southern Indiana

"Ma!" I call out, walking out the front door, "I'll be back in a while!" I shut the door and walk down the steps. It was Friday and the weather was normal for a typical September, the sun was covered by a layer of clouds and there was a slight breeze. As a few stray hairs brushed my face I hummed to myself. It was still early in the morning and I had promised my mother that I would go into town to buy her some fabric for a dress she is making my little sister. Usually I wouldn't go so early but I wanted to spend some time in the shop. I had seen a small book I wanted. It was red and had black cursive lettering that went along the spine. It was full of fairy tales and legends. My little sister Emaline was only six years old and had me wrapped around her little finger. I would do anything for her. She had tan skin like me and our mother, but her eyes were bright like our fathers. She had these adorable dimples and puffy cheeks.

I had a slight skip in my step, due to my joyful mood. The town was having a sort of festival tomorrow that they had every year. It was where we got together, had games, had food and danced. I made my way to the small shop right in the middle of town, entering and going directly to the soft mossy green roll of fabric and picked it up. I knew where everything I needed was.

I laid everything on the counter and smiled at Mr. Dale Clark. He was a very old man with four children who already had children of their own. "These are all I need sir."

"Ah, yes." He took my money and I picked up my things. My mother was well known around the area for her pies and bread. She had a 'family bakery' as she called it which was our kitchen. We made deliveries around the town, and I've talked to each person at least twice since we've moved down here. My father came down to southern Indiana when I was only seven, and I was so excited to move to a new place.

As I went out the door and turned sharply to my left I ran into someone. I stumbled back and I would have fallen if a strong arm hadn't wrapped around my waist and kept me up. I looked up to see a man that had to be six foot and two inches tall. His hair was a honey blond and shaggy, with a natural curl to it.

"Oh my goodness!" I said suddenly, knowing I was just staring at him. "I am so sorry."

"It's quite alright," He answered, his voice was deep and his southern accent was very thick. "Are you alright?" He asked, letting his arm fall from around my waist. I noticed he was very pale, and found that odd because it's quite sunny in the south and he looked like he hadn't stepped outdoors in years.

"Uh...yes," I say slowly, trying not to look at him straight in the face. His eyes were intense, I think they were red, that or a dark maroon. They were unusual and I felt very intimidated. "I'm fine."

He glanced down and I watched as he picked up my book, I didn't even realize it had fallen from my hands. He gave me a crooked smile, "I suppose this is yours."

I took it quickly, "Yes," I cleared my throat, "If you would excuse me I have to be somewhere."

"Good day to you Ma'am." He nodded to me and I tried to smile, I did but I probably looked like a scared rabbit, shaking with wide eyes.

"Good day." I muttered, not even sure if he heard me but I had walked away as fast as I could, I was very relieved to get away from him. As I made my way home I was a little shaken up but it went away after my sister asked me to read to her; even if it wasn't her bed time.