Isabella Belifield

Isabella Belifield ch 2

                It was 1788 when I met Elizabeth and Brandon Sherman.  I was the nurse who took care of them after their birth.  They were beautiful babies, both with blond hair and their mother's green eyes.  Unfortunately, when they were 8, I had to leave them.  I had been in that place for over 18 years, not changing in appearance at all.  Surely, someone would notice after that long of a time.  They both begged me not to go, as did their mother.  But, I did. 

I made up a lie about my father in London, how he was very ill and I had to go be with my mother.  Well, that was true, just about 100 years ago. 

                11 years later, I learned of the plague which was leaving countless victims in Norway and was immediately worried about my friends who considered me family.  I bolted there to see that Marcy, the twins' mother, was on her death bed. 

                "I know what you are" Marcy told me, her voice rough.  "But I also know that you are good.  Please, do everything in your power to save my children."

                I nodded and stayed with her until she died.  Her last words were:

                "Take care of my moon and sun."

                That's what she often called her twins.  Brandon was her moon and Elizabeth was her sun. 

                I stayed with her until her heart stopped beating.  I kissed her forehead and put the bible in her hands. 

                "Go where I can never go" I told her.  "I will take care of the twins."

                I bit Brandon first, and then Elizabeth right after.  I then took the twins and ran.  I had already found an abandoned cottage up in the outskirts.  For 3 days, they were both screaming in agony.  Though, they were also holding hands, comforting each other.  It was rather cute. 

                Brandon woke up first.  I guess the oldest is the first to do everything.  He saw me and jumped into my arms, apparently remembering me. 

                "Oh, Bella, I missed you so much" Brandon squealed. 

                Elizabeth soon joined the hug, nearly killing me.  I hugged them back but not nearly as tight.  Then, they looked around and noticed the difference in their sight and smell. 

                I told them everything I knew.  They took it amazingly well.  Apparently, they too suspected that I was a vampire.  I was rather pleased when the first thing they complained about was killing humans. 

                It didn't take long for those 2 to get enough self-control to be around humans.  After only 6 months, their eyes were gold like mine.  Our cover story was now that we are half siblings with different fathers.  Well, their mother was little a mother to me so I guess that could be close to the truth.