Ember was born in the 1920's, and lived a relatively ordinary life. At least, more ordinary than she does now. To escape her broken home, Ember ran away and joined the army at age of only sixteen, disguised as a boy and claiming to be eighteen. The year was 1941; right in the middle of World War II. It was there, ironically, in her next three years that she learned to face her problems instead of running from them. That was the life she lived, until one day, it shattered to pieces. She had been turned into a vampire.
Now the war has become an internal one, everyday fighting to keep control of her blood lust. When the past decides to come knocking at her door though, and it couldn't have come at a better time for Ember. (a.n. This is a Twilight novel, and takes place approximately 7 years after Breaking Dawn.)
She decided to do the world a favor and kept to herself ever since she was turned into a demon. Always alone. Others would try to tempt her out of the dark, but for selfish reasons.
She refused to join territory wars or vampiric empires. She would submit to no one when alive. Why would she submit to anyone after death? Their petty wars and power grabs were beneath her. None of it concerned her.
But she found her thoughts changed after finding others of her kind willing to give her love and compassion. She found she was willing to set the world ablaze if asked by them. Well, if a certain blonde beauty asked anyways.
Twilight Fanfic.
GxG
OC x Rosalie Hale