Heyy, this is something I wrote a while ago for Emmett and Rosalie, please comment there will be more chapters :) x
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell you my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have given you all my past information then you can choose if you want to live the rest of my life with me or not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that you would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one day they were fine the next day my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on top of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, you stupid little bitch where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of vodka or whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my bed by my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered by my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen or walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another swing at me, I was lay on my pink carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the next month I was on my own, getting food when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the wall in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to move towards me. I didn’t care who they were or what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell forward towards my knees and I started shaking.
OK, let me just get this out now, I am NOT a vampire, I want to be, I wish I was but I am not. Well not yet anyway. I can tell you my story so far. My life. I can’t promise that it was the best life ever lived, actually it was bad, horrible and just down right crap, and I’m only 12. My life got better eventually though and when I have given you all my past information then you can choose if you want to live the rest of my life with me or not. My name is Caitlyn Aimee Mailan and I am 12, this is my story, this is my life.
So, until I was five I had a normal happy life, one that you would expect a young child too have. Then my parents snapped, they went crazy, I don’t know what happed, one day they were fine the next day my mother turned into an alcoholic and my father into a drug addict but on top of that they both turned extremely abusive. I had been neglected, I hardly ever went to school, if I wanted food then I had to find it myself I was filthy and beaten for no reason. I grew up like that.
My mother was almost always drunk and that meant trouble I would hide in my room trying to make myself invisible so she couldn’t find me but she always did.
“Caitlyn, you stupid little bitch where the hell are you?” She would scream at me stomping up the stairs normally holding a bottle of vodka or whiskey. I had never done anything but she didn’t care, nothing could stop her. She would drag me from under my bed by my hair and punch, kick and slap me. I was too scared to tell anyone and my bruises were covered by my clothing and any that weren’t I would make up excuses that I had fallen or walked into a door. I left when I was 11, It was two months until my birthday. My father was off taking a various different types of drugs and my mother going back downstairs after having another swing at me, I was lay on my pink carpet that was thick with dust blood dripping from the cut across my cheek when I made up my mind. I pulled myself too my feet and limped slowly down the stairs out of the door of our small house and walked away without looking back. I took nothing with me, there was nothing worth bringing. For the next month I was on my own, getting food when I could- which wasn’t very often- and trying to survive. No one would take me in and I gave up trying to find somewhere else to call home. It was two weeks before my birthday and I hadn’t eaten in a week.
I was sat against the wall in a dark alley where no one could see me unless they looked hard. I saw too people stop and look towards me, then they started to move towards me. I didn’t care who they were or what they wanted, I just wanted to die, I was cold and hungry and too weak to move. My head fell forward towards my knees and I started shaking.
“If I have to die, so will you” Zoey said.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the fire out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let you go”
“He’ll kill you either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t love me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he said hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If you really love him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
“No one has to die, moron!” Dean yelled angry. “Put the fire out, open the door, do something!”
Zoey shook her head. “I can’t. Crowley will kill me, if I let you go”
“He’ll kill you either way” Dean snapped.
“Well, if Cas doesn’t love me I don’t care” Zoey exclaimed crying.
They heard a noise and looked aside. Cas opened his eyes and frowned.
“Dean?” he said hoarse.
“I’m here” Dean said, quickly walking to Cas. He helped Cas sit up and supported his back. He looked from Cas’ injuries to Zoey. “If you really love him, you’ll let him go”
Zoey shook her head.
Cas put his fingers in his blood and painted a sigil on the floor. He poked Dean and nodded weak at the bloody sign.
“What is it?” Zoey wanted to know.
But Dean put his hand on the sigil and he and Cas vanished in a blinding light.
Cas beached on the street, far away from Rufus’ cabin. He wasn’t sure how to feel. He was angry, because Dean wouldn’t listen to him. Dean always thought he knew everything better. He was disappointed, because Dean had no faith in him at all.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t you hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he said breathless. “How did you find me? What are you doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need you to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.
He was so up in thought that he didn’t hear his name. But maybe that was because she didn’t use his real name.
“Emmanuel!”
Someone grabbed his arm and forced him to turn around. He looked at the woman. She looked familiar.
“Didn’t you hear me?” the woman asked. Cas stared at her. “Don’t you recognize me? It’s me, Daphne, your wife?”
Cas widened his eyes as he remembered her.
“Daphne” he said breathless. “How did you find me? What are you doing here?”
“Well, I hired a detective, I needed to find you” Daphne said. She searched in her pockets and conjured a big brown envelope. “I need you to sign these”
“What is it?” Cas frowned.
“A petition for annulment” Daphne answered.