Everlasting Dawn by x3johannhax3 (best ebook reader for surface pro txt) 📕

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Summary: Meet Isabella Marie Cathleen Salvatore, younger sister of vampire siblings Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Turned by her brother Damon in 1864, being a vampire is all Isabella has ever known. She longs for the normal life that she never had. Not that that's possible, what with being on the run from a mysterious powerful enemy for almost 160 years, and the trouble that her brother Damon causes, normal is out of the question. That is until under untold reasons Damon decides it's high time to head back home.

But home isn't the same place it used to be. For a while, things are looking up, Bella has what she's always dreamed of -- normalcy. But nothing's ever normal in her life. For starters, who are the mysterious Cullen family and why do they seem, a little bit, undead? And why is it that her brother Stefan isn't as dead as Damon says he is. What's with Damon, lately? (Other than the usual, of course) Bella doesn't know, but she's ready to find out.

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It was a stupid idea, as most of Damon's ideas usually were. The thing that made it stupid? It was Damon's idea, and therefore by default, a stupid one. I had firmly protested against it, but Damon had made up his mind, and once my brother makes up his mind it's difficult for him to back down, if ever.

He wanted to go back. "Returning home" he called it. I couldn't think of this place as home. I loathed it here.

For here, in this little insignificant town adeptly dubbed Mystic Falls, is were everything in my life went wrong. My brothers were turned into vampires here, by a crazy psychopathic vampire, who was a bitch in every sense of the word. My friends, the vampires of the town, were imprisoned in a tomb under the city's haunted old church by a vengeful witch named Emily. My father shot and successfully killed my brothers, and was preparing to do the same thing to me, that is until Damon intervened. Not without reason, I was not anxious to return.

Damon knew all this of course. He like me, had just as much reason to stay as far away from this hell hole as possible. Yet he chose to come back. It shows just how much sense my brother has -- none.

"It's been over a hundred years since we've been here. Things have changed." Damon insisted.

I didn't care, change was only beneficial to those who accepted it. I did not accept it. "I don't care. I have no reason for which to go back to that rotten place. And neither do you."

Damon rolled his eyes, as if talking down to a little girl throwing a tantrum. "I don't care if you don't care. Your coming and that's final."

I glowered, "I'm 160 years old, Damon. So stop treating me like I'm six. I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions."

"Yes, you are. But as your older and thereby more responsible brother, I say your making a stupid decision right now."

"Responsible

?" I scoffed. "Since when have you ever been responsible? And why exactly do you want to go to Mystic Falls all of a rush? In all these years, never once, you have wanted to return. Why the sudden change?"

Damon exhaled through his nose, the way he did when he was annoyed, which was quite frankly all the time. "Look, I have a score to settle, nothing that you need to worry about. Just come with me to Mystic Falls. It'll be different there, I promise. You'll be able to lead an almost normal existence there. You'll go to school and have friends and shop and all that fine dandy teen girl stuff, just like you always wanted. Though why you want it is beyond me."

He knew he had me at that last part. Being normal, was something I always wanted and never got to be. While Damon embraces his vampirisim, even goes so far as trying to show he has no humanity left in him, I miss

being human. Sure I'm grateful towards Damon for saving my life and once one gets past the kinks, being a vampire isn't that bad.

But I never got a chance to be normal, I had my life robbed from me. And as much as I know Damon did it from the goodness of his somewhat shriveled heart, I never had any choice in the matter. I was turned and thrust into the world of vampirisim against my will. I will never have the chance to grow old and marry or have kids. I'm stuck, frozen forever at seventeen, destined to live an existence of hiding in the dark shadows.

But to be normal? To have a chance to relive that part of my life that I never got? That would be... more than I could ask for. I'd finally be, well, normal. Or as normal, as one could get, being a vampire and all.

I shook my head, not possibly knowing the huge amount of trouble I was getting myself into. "Deal."

PREMONITIONS

{Edward}

A vision, that's what it was.

The day had started out ordinarily enough. The start of the day being, when the sun rose and it's rays began to shine through the retreating darkness. For anyone else, the start of the day would have been from the time they awaken. But seeing as we were a household of vampires, that wouldn't happen. Vampire's don't sleep, they don't need to.

Emmett had been complaining about how bored he was. He did this quite often nowadays. He reasoned that if he was an all powerful immortal then why, did he have to spend his time, bored, doing human things? He craved excitement. We all did, but it had been seemingly hard to come by nowadays. Not that the addition of Jasper proved to be easy. But that was hardly what one would call excitement

.

"A series of wildlife murders have left park officials at Mystic Falls puzzled.

" the TV reporter announced. "It has been common to find dead animals in the wilderness before, but the number found now has sky rocketed. In less than a year, there have been more than a hundred deaths.

"So far, the animal to cause these murders has not been identified. Reportedly, what is most unusual about these deaths, is the way they happen. All carcasses found so far, have been drained of blood. A cruel and gruesome sight. Officials think that hunting has been taking place in the parks reserve. As it is known, hunting in the parks reserve is illegal and a violation against our wildlife protection laws.

"On a much lighter note...

" the reporter went on to explain the weeks' down weather.

A throaty chuckle sounded from Emmett, "Unbelievable. They don't suspect a thing, do they? The wonder of small towns."

"It's not funny," said the blond haired Rosalie sitting next to him. "Do you want them to find out about us? They aren't as stupid as they look, you know."

"Oh c'mon Rose. You heard them, "hunting is a violation of our wilderness protection policy

". But," he said with a grin. "We've been doing more than our fair sure of hunting

."

It was a Sunday, a normal day by all means, and by normal I mean, boring. Emmett and Rosalie had entertained themselves with the television set. Jasper and Alice sat in the adorning couch. Alice flicking through visions of the future as fast as Rosalie skimmed through channels.

Jasper sat next to her, watching, silent, but now he spoke up, "I agree. Is it really in our best interest to stay in anymore small towns? Haven't we all agreed by now that it's too dangerous? Say, Los Angeles, for example? It's a big city. No one would be of the wiser."

"No," protested Rosalie. "I like it here, people accept us here. They think we're normal. Have you ever been in a place were humans have accepted us so easily? Besides, I do not want to go back to high school. Worst four years of my life."

I couldn't help but smile at that. Trust Rosalie to neglect the fact that we've been in high school way more than four

years. My hands had been resting gently on the piano keys, but now they moved, thrumming out a tuneless tune. I'd been doing more playing lately. Ever since our move, it was the only thing I did to comfort me. Moving had not affected my lifestyle very much, and I found myself bored most of the time.

I was interrupted by Carlisle, who had just entered the room, looking worried and clutching a soggy newspaper in hand. "We're not moving anywhere." he assured Rosalie. He hadn't been in the house at the time, but we were not surprised that he had heard. "I doubt the humans would suspect us."

"Besides," he went on, his face taking on a grim expression. "We have more urgent matters to worry about than a couple of dead bunnies."

He threw the newspaper down on the coffee table. It was an issue of the Mystic Chronicle, and in big bold letters, the headline read "FIFTH MISSING THIS MONTH. NO BODIES FOUND.

" Below it, was a long detailed article of the latest disappearances and interviews with the fellow sheriffs. Chief, Charlie Swan, had reported saying that there was no need to worry. The situation was being "handled."

We all became still. The headline looming in front of us ominously.

"You don't think Carlisle, that these... disappearances, have anything to do with our kind?" Esme said, having just entered the