upset | edward cullen

twenty

every action has an equal reaction

SIR ISAAC NEWTON

TW // GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, SELF HARM

"Amelia I'm sorry to wake you but I have urgent news." After gaining enough consciousness to form coherent thoughts I looked at Edward's face, no doubt he had heard Carlisle's thoughts by now. His face was contorted into confusion, eyebrows pulled together in concern, not a good sign. I just groaned as I walked towards him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the couch, everyone followed our movements. Whatever was coming I already knew I needed to hold onto him as my anchor.

"I'm glad you're back Carlisle." They all piled onto the couch and Carlisle smiled slightly at me, that made the tension in the room fade slightly, maybe infinitesimally so. Edward's expression wasn't lost on anyone in the room but Alice didn't seem too fazed. What had she seen? As if sensing my racing thoughts, Edward's hand moved to cover mine completely, a shield.

"There's no easy to say this so I'll start from the beginning." Carlisle began and I prepared myself for the bouts of information.

"I visited my old friends in Europe, and fortunately I found out pertinent information but the Volturi may have caught a whiff of my investigation we will need to be careful in these coming weeks," Who? Esme's motherly senses most have went off and she gasped, great I was so screwed.

"Who are the Volturi?" Edward's jaw was clenched so hard I thought he might chip his teeth, so he wasn't gonna answer. I looked towards Emmett who looked worried but at least he was meeting my eyes.

"Ancient vampire league, real arrogant and real powerful. Oh and they despite vampire-human relationships." Emmett succinctly answered and I just tried to nod at this information. I would just have to take everything in a stride and probably cry and break a vase later. Edward's thumb was stroking my hand now and I thought by the end of this would he be fully cradling me?

"Okay." Rose just scoffed at my response and I could almost hear her thoughts, stupid human really has a death wish.

"We knew nothing solid of our origin stories, but there are many myths, myths that we even originated when the first humans did, but a particularly interesting story comes from Turkey. The myth goes the first vampire was born from a human woman. Her son didn't know of his ability until she cut her hand one day by accident and he couldn't help the thirst, but instead of feeling satiated after feeding on her, he felt weak and fainted. He grew weaker and weaker, withering away and nothing his mother fed him helped, until a neighbor came back from hunting and the boy felt an uncontrollable thirst and almost drained the man of blood. Now this is where the myth becomes twisted, some say the mother was so horrified she slit her own wrists and some say she willingly let her son drain her blood instead of hurting others, but it all ends the same: she dies and the boys recovers and lives a normal human life. The man who was attacked however, lived and becomes a vampire and goes on to turn others." A chill ran through my spine, what the hell did this all mean? Was I somehow related to that woman? But she only had one son right?

"A cure?" Rosalie speaks first, breaking the silence and cutting through the weight of Carlisle's words.

"So it seems." A cure. I was a cure? I just looked to Edward who was absolutely dolorous. I swallowed down the millions of questions and concerns bubbling and instead settled with a singular question.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Well that's the thing the vampire who survived has...direct descendants that have survived till now and they described this mother figure to me in detail, Amelia she looked exactly like you." I couldn't process anything. It seemed my reaction was shared with everyone except Edward and Alice. Edward seemed more upset than shocked and Alice was surprisingly chipper.