A Twist to Twilight

Chapter 1

Twilight does not belong to me, except my character

Carlisle had a daughter who had the ability to heal. When she was eighteen, about ten years after Carlisle disappeared, she was also bitten by a vampire a few years after Carlisle himself. But the thing is, her ability is rejecting the vampire venom in her system, but the venom is too strong for her ability to heal and after a few weeks into her painful transition, her ability to heal merged with the venom and now she has become a hybrid; part-human, part-vampire, not unlike those who were born hybrids.

Chapter 1:

Althea POV

"Father, where are you going?" I ask my father, who is the son of an Anglican Pastor. My father is supposed to step into my grandfather's role one day, and as such he has to go on supernatural hunts more often.

I know my father wants to help others, he has told me so often enough. And he knows that many innocent people get hurt because of these hunts. During this time period many people died, not only because of religion but because of the Civil war that has happened in our country.

"I am going out on a hunt for your grandfather. I want you to stay here Althea. Please do not follow me again. I do not wish for the town to think you are a witch or a harlot, you know how these people get" my father tells me and I nod at him, but I was going to follow him anyway.

All I could think was, What if those vampires, witches or werewolves come hurt my father?

Later that evening my father led a hunt for vampires by the London sewers. He actually found them. I think in disbelief. I watch as the vampires flee faster than what the eye could see.

A man and a woman, both with red eyes stopped right next to one of the sewer entrances, they look frantic and so beautiful at the same time, Well, as frantic as dark creatures can look I suppose.

They speak so fast, I can barely even make out what they are saying. They were speaking about where they were going to hide now and in the blink of an eye, both of them scattered.

I was hidden behind a few trees close to the entrance. No one noticed me, luckily.

A white blur came running past where I was hiding, and I see my father chasing it. He trips over a brick, falls down with the torch in his hand. I want to run to my father, the blur stops, and I see a man, one like the other two, a monster who turns around and attacks my father , biting into his neck in a matter of seconds. And then he left just as fast as the others did.

My father was laying there, barely moving, whimpering in pain. I had to go to him.

"Father!" I call out frantically, falling down at his side.

"No...no, it's not safe here Althea, you must leave. I am dying," my father says, his voice quivering.

"No, I am not leaving you. You can't go. What can I do to help you?" I ask him desperately.

"I am burning up," he whimpers. "Your grandfather cannot find me like this. Help me hide daughter" he implores.

And I did, I helped him. My eight year old self helped my father to a potato cellar close by. And after he begged me to leave him, I eventually did.

My grandfather continued to raised me, until I became a young independent woman...just kidding, independence did not exist back then for a woman. I was promised to the son of one of the city officials.