Myths Aren't Real
This another fanfiction I wrote about a girl who has a daughter and goes to live with the Cullens. I hope you like it. I worked hard on it and I will add soon. Enjoy! :)
Introduction
My name is Giselle Morgans. I’m twenty-seven years old and I am a vampire. My fifteen year old daughter, Rosaline and I live in Los Angeles, California. But we haven’t always lived here. Ever since my daughter was one year old-ever since I was turned into a vampire- we have been moving from place to place to prevent anyone from becoming suspicious of my secret.
I worked as a RN at St. Catherine’s Hospital in Los Angeles on the nightshift so that no one could see what the sunlight did to my skin. I wore contacts to make my eyes look normal because the last time I checked nobody had gold eyes. So I wore brown contacts to cover them up; even though my original eye color when I was human was blue. I had dark brown hair but when it was shown in sunlight you could see streaks of blonde. My skin is pale white and ice cold; but when I was human I had nice tanned skin.
My daughter was beautiful. She had her father’s sunshine blonde hair and his beautiful smile. She had my sapphire blue eyes and perfect skin. Like every other mother, she was the apple of my eye. She had excellent grades and dozens of friends. She made friends easily whenever we moved to a new place; which was a load off of my back. She didn’t have a boyfriend; although I have permitted her to date. I guess she didn’t find any of the boys at her school attractive. It didn’t matter to me; it was just another load off of my mind.
Her father, Victor Troy, isn’t involved in her life. After I was turned into a vampire I grabbed Rosaline and started driving. He didn’t like it; but I didn’t care. He never bothered trying to find us and I was grateful. I had left him a note telling him that I loved him but I had to leave and that I was taking Rosaline with me. I also wrote that I would take good care of her and I asked him not to follow us or come looking for us. Obviously the note worked or else I would’ve heard from him long ago. We weren’t married, which made the separation easier.
What wasn’t easy was driving in the car with Rosaline. Her scent filled the car and it made it hard for me to control myself. I kept driving from Seattle until I drove into a small town called Forks. That was where I met the Cullens, a coven of vampires that survived on animal blood instead of drinking from humans.
I loved living with them. They taught me how to survive on animal blood like them and they gave me and my daughter a home when we had nowhere else to go. Bella and Edward’s daughter Renesmee was a complete sweetheart. She and Rosaline played together often, and the Cullens didn’t mind having another child around. They loved Rosaline like she was their own.
Sadly after a couple of years we had to move on. They understood, but insisted on keeping in touch. I emailed Alice every week and sent her pictures and told her how Rosaline was doing. She did the same thing for me in return; sent me pictures and updated me on where they were. The most recent email I received from Alice said that they were in England, but were moving back to Forks soon. She said that Bella couldn’t stand being away from her dad and Jacob wanted to come back to see his family and his pack brothers.
I figured it would be time to move on again; it’s been four years since our last move and it wouldn’t be much longer before people grew suspicious. So why not move back to Forks?
So I answered Alice’s last email and made the decision to move back to Forks while I was typing. At the end of the email I asked her to keep it a secret from the rest of the family; I wanted it to be a surprise. I knew Alice would understand.
As soon as I sent the email I went to my daughter’s room. I could hear that she was listening to her music so I knocked first. She turned her music off and took the ear buds out of her ears before she yelled, “Come in.” I would’ve heard her even if she whispered it. But she didn’t know that; she thought I was a normal human. I never told her that I was a vampire. I wanted her to believe that I was normal and human.
I opened the door and I found her sitting on her bed. The walls of her bedroom were plastered with posters of pop stars and rock bands like Justin Beiber and Fall Out Boy; normal for a teenage girl.
“Hey, Mom. What’s up” she asked.
I walked over and sat on her bed. I gave her a kiss on the forehead; she never found that embarrassing, even in front of her friends. “Hi, sweetheart. I have some news,” I told her.
“Let me guess, we’re moving?” she asked. I nodded and she sighed. “Well, I guess we were going to sooner or later. So where are we moving to?”
“A little town in Washington called Forks. You’ll like it there, sweetie. There isn’t a lot of sun, but it’s a nice town.”
She sighed again. “I just wish we could stay in one place for more than just a few years. But it’s okay. When are moving?”
“In two days. That will give me enough time to pack our stuff and get you settled into Forks High School. Why don’t you get some sleep and tomorrow we’ll start packing your things, okay?” She nodded and I kissed her forehead again. “Goodnight, Rosaline.”
“Goodnight, Mom.” She got underneath her covers and I shut off the light on my way out. As I closed the door behind me I heaved a sigh. It was never easy for me to tell her that we were moving again, but I had to do it.
The next morning we had packed up all of Rosaline’s posters and clothes and her other knick knacks like books and CDs. She asked me why we were leaving the furniture behind and I told her that we didn’t need it where we were going; that there would be furniture already where we were moving to. She didn’t think it made any sense, but she didn’t argue. I already packed the dishes and silverware while she slept and all of my own belongings. She was settled in at Forks High School and planned on going a few days after we arrived and moved in, so the next day we were ready to leave.
We left early the next day to avoid revealing my skin in the sunlight. I tinted the windows for more protection. A couple of hours into the trip she fell asleep. A few times I had to stop because she needed to go to the bathroom and get something to eat. We had left L.A. at five-thirty and we didn’t cross the California-Oregon state line until about two; then we reached the Oregon-Washington state line by four. Rosalie was asleep again when we finally arrived in Forks.
Tags: after breaking dawn, embry, fan fiction
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Permalink Reply by F*** YOU ALL on -
I already know that im going to love them! :)
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Ch. 27: Giselle’s P.O. V.
All of us were gathered in the Cullens’ living room –except for Rosaline and Victor. Rosaline was still at Embry’s and Victor was just outside, listening to our conversation. I didn’t want him in the house for Rosaline’s safety.
The information we received was so shocking and horrifying that there weren’t any words to describe it. Knowing that this boy has been in my daughter’s dreams ever since her first day of school fills me with so much rage; and the other thing we learned about his gift intrigues me. A vampire who can sleep is interesting and wrong. It goes against nature for us to be able to sleep. I could tell from both Edward’s and Carlisle’s expressions that they were asking themselves how this was possible.Then, there is another matter entirely we have to deal with: The Volturi.
I had almost forgotten about them until Stephen mentioned them. Every now and then they decide to pay the Cullens a visit to make sure Renesmee hasn’t caused any trouble; and we all knew that soon they would be coming for another check up. The question was: when?
We had Alice looking for anything that was related to the Volturi; so far nothing.
“In the mean time while we are waiting for the decision to be made,” I said, “what are we suppose to do about Stephen’s son?”
“I don’t know if we really can do anything,” Edward said. “I’m sorry, Giselle but I can’t think of way to prevent it from happening.”“I can think of a way,” Emmett suggested. “Kill him.”
“Emmett!” Rosalie hissed.
“We will not do that to Stephen,” Carlisle protested. “He’s my friend. Lance is his only companion in his life and is like a son to him.”
I put my head in my hands and sighed, exasperated. “Am I the only one who thinks this is like a Nightmare on Elm Street movie?” I asked, to no one in particular.
“No,” Bella answered. “You’re not.”
“We could reason with him,” Edward suggested. “Get to know him a little bit better before we make our final decision.”
Carlisle nodded. “It’s more civilized than just killing him for no reason. Edward, did you read Stephen’s mind to find out any more information?”Edward nodded. “I couldn’t find anything else. He told us all he knew.”
“You don’t know that,” I said. “He could’ve been lying. He could’ve held something back so that we couldn’t know what it was.”
“She’s right, Edward,” Alice agreed. “He probably was hiding something from us. You can’t be too sure.”
They were silent for a moment before I asked, “So, now what?”
“I think we should do what Edward suggested,” Carlisle answered. “And if it doesn’t work and if he poses any threat we’ll ask them to leave.”
“Not to be downer,” I said, “but that wouldn’t stop Lance from going into Rosaline’s dreams.”
“Maybe it would,” Edward theorized. “Maybe his gift is similar to my own; the more distance he gets between him and Rosaline, the less chance he has of entering her dreams.”
“We’ll have to wait and see when we meet him,” Carlisle said.
“So now that that’s settled,” I asked, “what are we going to do when the Volturi decide to show up?”
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Permalink Reply by ♥Rachel♥ [ PainfullyShy ] on -
I like Lance so I don't want him dead.
The Volturi is another story, I hope when they do arrive they spare Rosaline's life like they did with Bella in Italy.
P.S. J.Vampire when are you updating Demetri's Cantante?
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Permalink Reply by Stephanie Ghulam Quinton Cullen on -
it was great update soon
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Permalink Reply by Aurora Primrose Lightwood on
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yeah... sorry about that. i know it will be soon. just give me some time. i need to make a few adjustments and stuff. i don't when but i'll let you know when it's up and running.
p.s. love ur pic! let me guess... alex pettyfer?
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Love it
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write more soooon!
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Permalink Reply by Alice Cullen** {Elite Pack} on -
Love it!!!! Please write soon!!! I hope Lance doesnt become a problem! Thanks for the update!!!!
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Permalink Reply by Blacklight1798 on -
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i just finished reading what you have written so far and this is really good hope you post more soon cant wait to see who she chooses what happens when the volturi come and if her father will ever be able to spend time with her..........so much drama
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Permalink Reply by F*** YOU ALL on
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I am on Team Lance and I don't want him to die, so please don't kill him!
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Permalink Reply by Aurora Primrose Lightwood on
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lol :D. thanks guys. i know i made u wait a long time and u only got a small amount to read and i'm sorry about that. the next chapter will definately be longer and be filled with lots of drama. so much that u will b absolutely dying to know wat happens next. i promise. o, btw i had an idea just recently and i think most of u guys will like it. i want to add chapters from Lance's point of view and i want u guys' opinion. do u think i should?
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Ch. 28: Rosaline’s P.O.V.
I enjoyed my visit with Embry so much. I never wanted to leave. As I was leaving I couldn’t kiss him good-bye –he didn’t want to get me sick- so I settled for a tight embrace. Jacob drove me home –in a car rather than his motorcycle. He went to the Cullen house and borrowed Bella’s Ferrari. “I think out of all of them, I think I like this car the most,” Jacob said, I think mostly to himself.
“Speaking of which,” I asked, “did you ever decide what kind of car you’re going to get?”
“You mean, what kind of car I’m going to let the in-laws get me?” he asked, rephrasing the question. “Well, haven’t really thought about it. Hmm… maybe a Corvette. I’ve always thought those were sharp.”
“What color would you want it in?” I asked.
“Not white,” he answered, “gets dirty too quickly. Maybe black or red; red says speed, and black says mysterious and dangerous.”
“I think you would look better in a black Corvette,” I said, voicing my opinion. “Somehow it just fits.”
“I agree.”
“So did you ask Renesmee how their meeting went with Stephen?”
“I did. Actually, when I got there they were in the living room having a discussion about it.”
“Did you hear any of it?”
“All of it.” He looked over at me and asked, “How much do you know about this Lance guy?”
“Not a lot,” I answered. He had turned his eyes back to the road. “He told me about his human life and how he was Turned. A little bit about his life after he was Turned…”
“Did he tell you he has a gift, a power to invade people’s dreams whenever he wants?” he asked, his voice full of suspicion.
“Uh… well,” I stuttered, “he… might’ve mentioned it in passing.”
“You mean, he might’ve used it on you already and you didn’t tell anyone,” he interpreted. “Damn it, Rose. Why didn’t you tell us? You keep hanging out with this leech and you don’t realize you’re playing
with fire here.”
“I didn’t tell you because for that reason,” I explained. “You’re making judgments before you even meet the guy. I mean, was your first impression of the Cullens right?” He went silent. “Exactly, so why judge Lance and be wrong like you were wrong before when you judged the Cullens? You should try to be more like Embry; at least he’s agreed to meet Lance.”
“What?!” he exclaimed. He pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. “Are you out of your mind, Rose? He could get killed if he goes alone.”
“Now who said he was going alone?” I asked. “I figured sense all of you are so eager to learn more about him I thought I would invite him over sometime.”
He started to breath heavily and he gripped the steering wheel tightly between his shaking hands. The vibrations started to travel up his arms and I got scared. “Jacob,” I said in a soothing voice. “Calm down. Everything’s okay.”
He took deep slow breaths and closed his eyes. The vibrations slowed and traveled back down to his hands and then stopped. “Sorry about that,” he apologized. “It’s been awhile since that sort of thing has happened.”
“How long?” I asked.
“Oh, at least a few years,” he answered, “maybe more.” He turned the key and the engine started and he drove back onto the asphalt of the road.
“I’m sorry, Jake,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to make you lose your temper like that.”
“No harm, no foul,” he said. “But you do realize that I’m going to tell them about what happened, right?”
I nodded. “I understand,” I said. “I just hope my mom is as understanding.” -
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