𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍:
1861

PAIN.

That was all Evangeline had been feeling for a long time. Is this what death feels like? Agony and misery? She remembers what her mother told her, "Death is painless, my sweet. You won't even know that you're dead."

It was a lie.

She feels she is being boiled in hot water, or even worse, was she in hell? She doesn't even remember doing horrible things. She doesn't deserve to feel this torment she is in now.

Her memories flashed before her eyes, from birth until maturity.

Evangeline wanted this to end. If there was even an end, is there?

Whatever this was, it was the most painful thing she had ever experienced.

Until it was finally over, she felt relieved.

Her eyes flashed open, and looking around, she was confused. Why was everything. . . Clearer than before? This place was unfamiliar. This is not her bedroom.

The mist of the sun shining through the window, she sees the painting in front of her, seeing every brushstroke, every texture, it was. . .incredible.

She can hear. . .everything?? What's happening to her?? this isn't normal. She was supposed to be dead in an alleyway. The thief stabbed her multiple times.

Her hand went to her stomach. She was bemused. No stab wound?? She looked at her hand, and her skin was ivory white. She was supposed to be tan. The Texas heat never allowed her to be this milky white.

Then she felt something. . .scratchy. Her throat was dry, very dry, and it felt like she hadn't drunk for years.

"You need to drink," a silky, alluring voice calls out to her, snapping her out of her bewildered daze.

A blonde woman with golden eyes was staring at her. She doesn't look bad. She feels safe around her.

"What's wrong with me?" Evangeline asks. She was surprised at how her voice sounded. It was sweet and smooth, flowing like honey.

The blonde woman decided to sugarcoat it or be blunt. She chose the latter. "You're a vampire."

Evangeline laughs, and it sounds like bell chimes, angelic. "Vampires aren't true. They're only stories that keep the children away from the streets at night."

"Then look at the mirror," The woman tells her, and Evangeline walks toward the mirror, and she doesn't recognize the woman that is in front of her. She has smooth wavy blonde hair, her skin pale as snow, glistening like diamonds, her waist curvier than before, then her eyes. . .her crimson red eyes startle her.

"Why are my eyes red?" Evangeline questions the other blonde woman.

"Your human blood lingers through your veins, and it'll be a while before it turns into gold like mine," The woman answers.

"Who are you?" The newborn asks. She was curious about who the blonde beauty was.

"Katrina Denali, I prefer Kate, and you are?"

"Evangeline Hill-Whitlock."

EVANGELINE REMEMBERS THAT MEMORY LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY. She remembers how Kate, her sister, told her about being a vampire, what they drink, the laws passed from vampire to vampire, that they don't age, frozen in time for eternity. . .and how they can't procreate.

She was sitting on the mountain edge, her feet dangling and swaying. If other people saw her, it would be like she was planning to kill herself. However, it was far from that.

She was reliving the memories of her human life, and it was honestly a blur. Every decade it seems like her human memories are slowly fading to oblivion.

"Aren't you supposed to be ignoring me, Mr. Whitlock?" She calls out. She knew that the honey-blonde stubborn man was following her and was standing beside the trees hiding in the shadows.

The man sighs and reveals himself, looking at her with guilt and regret like it was eating him up from the insides, it really was he hasn't talked to Evangeline since they argued, and that was after Bella and Edward arrived at the house, it was two weeks ago, he wanted to talk to her, but he was stubborn, and he hated it.

"I apologize, ma'am."

"For what?"

Evangeline knew what he was apologizing for. However, she just wants to know if the man himself really knew what he was apologizing about.

"For not listening to your side of the argument, and for being stubborn, and for not talking to you," The honey-blonde lists off, he wasn't really one for apologizing, but just this once, for Evangeline, he was lowering his ego for her. Frankly, he was willing to do anything Evangeline asked for with no hesitation whatsoever.

"Very good," Evangeline praises with a voice like talking to a kindergarten student who got a star stamp for answering correctly.

"Am I forgiven?" He asks, his hopeful eyes looking at Evangeline. He just really wants to be beside her.

"Not quite,"

"May I know the reason why?"

Evangeline raises an eyebrow at him and crosses her arms, and Jasper knows that he is going to be scolded like old times. "You and the others are being very rude to Bella, and that pregnant lady does not deserve to worry or doubt about her own safety in her own family. It's bad for the baby."

Jasper was about to say something, but she shushed him, and he shut his mouth.

"I'm not done, and you and others don't have the right to make a decision about what to do with her own body, Bella is her own person that has the only right to do so, and that is her baby. That she'll be bearing for a few days or so?. . .she'll be the one in pain with childbirth, not you, so you don't have a say in this situation," She finishes off, then she looks at Jasper, who was giving her a goofy smile, she scrunches her nose and asks "Why are you smiling?"

"You look adorable when you're mad and bossy," The man sheepishly answers.

"Stop that,"

"Stop what?"

"Stop charming, and you're way to my forgiveness. It's not working. Since we were kids, I always get in my way," Evangeline answers.

"Then I won't. I'll earn it, ma'am," Jasper says with a smirk, walking towards her and snaking his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Still not working," Evangeline says, and the honey-blonde man just groans.