She isn't like them and she isn't like us,
She will live forever, an immortal among us,
Her heart will not beat,
but she will still sleep,
Bright eyes, Bright eyes,
She's so broken, so broken,
But she will love more than any of us,
She has never been loved, but she herself will love,
She loves with her whole being.
This was a legend, passed down through the ages, you turned someone, you left this written on paper beside them. Every one knew it, every one waited for it, for her.
It was everything to the Voltuir it was there undoing, but to one of Carlisle's covenant it was a reminder.
A reminder, of their family, her love, and their failure.
She was old, older than anything, or anyone still alive, and she was different. Being immortal wasn't enough no, she just had to defy the universe, their laws.
She blends in, she can change her appearance, the only thing that doesn't change are her eyes, her bright eyes.