Isabella Belifield

Isabella Bielifeld Ch 3

                It was 1890 when we moved to America.  Around that time, we were going as adopted siblings.  Brandon and Elizabeth were saying that they were 17 years old and I was saying that I was 20.  They were in high school while I was in college.  One day, I noticed that their friend, 18-year-old Nymphadora Platt, was becoming more and more depressed. 

                Her older sister, Esme, had just committed suicide.  I tried to mind my own business and I told the twins to do the same.  But, they were already close to Nymphadora.  Then, she jumped off the same cliff as her sister.  Unlike her sister, she didn't land in a way that would make her appear dead.  The only thing she did was break her arms.  See, she put her arms down, to stop herself, having second thoughts. 

                Luckily, I was hunting.  I was stalking a bear in the area, the same bear that was killing her.  I killed the bear and then noticed the human blood in his mouth.  I bolted in the direction his sent lead and found Nymphadora, her body mangled.  Unbelievably, her heard was still beating.  Her eyes were wide and frantic. 

                "I..." she spoke.  "I don't want to die... please" she was begging. 

                "The only way to save you is to make you a vampire" I told her.  "Then, you'll never die.  You'll never be with your sister, Dora."

                "Please, Bella, I... I don't want to die.  I want to stay with you, Liz, and Don..." she begged, becoming weaker and weaker. 

                "This will hurt" I told her.   I brought my mouth to her neck.  "It will hurt worse than anything you've ever felt" I told her. 

                "I'm ready" she whispered back. 

                I bit her then.  I bit her in the neck first, then in her wrists, ankles, and arms.  I brought her home then.  Elizabeth and Brandon stayed with her while I packed everything up.  We can't live here anymore, not with a newborn vampire.  Elizabeth and Brandon went to her house to pack her things.  Our last thing was to put her blood on a trail, not wanting people to think that she died as a suicide like her sister. 

                In the next 4 years, we became a tight family.  Elizabeth, Nymphadora, and I would constantly tag-team Brandon, armed with lipstick, eye shadow, blush, and a few hair ties. 

                Suddenly, a vampire attacked us while we were hunting in Canada.  His eyes were red, meaning that he hunted humans.  It was during that fight that Elizabeth's, Brandon's, and my powers became apparent.  Elizabeth could teleport, taking whoever or whatever she wanted with her.  Brandon could create copies of himself which would be useful if we were outnumbered.  My power was telekinesis and invisibility. 

                It was later on that Nymphadora found out that she also had a power, to change her appearance.  This became comical because, to break the ice, she would transform her head into that of a pig or something.  She also got good at animal and voice impersonations so she'd be able to fool a human easily.  Though, she can't change her scent.