okay, so chapter two is up! last time i didn't get a single maoni so if wewe think this story is crappy maoni and tell me! i'm gonna post one zaidi chapter anyway.. so please comment!!!

CHAPTER TWO- Why I'm like this ..

I was 16 (and in that respect, I guess I still am!) and it was 1917. I wasn’t born into a noble family but my family weren’t slaves. I had a mother & a father. Mother had been trying to set me up with one of the noble boys, Patrik Novala, but she thought I was to ‘immature’ to be with a man like him. But it didn’t bother me as I was infatuated with his younger brother. Until one day, I saw him, walking towards the town centre. He was polite, and as he saw me he gave me a small nod and proceeded walking. Then I froze, it was like daydreaming but zaidi intense as I saw a vision, a flash of Patrik being hit kwa a carriage as he crossed the road. As soon as I was back to reality, I ran towards him and he saw me straight away.
"Madame, contain yourself", he ordered. I kept running till I built up enough force to knock him over.
"What in the world?", he began to ask, but as he alisema that, a carriage went speeding down the road.
"You saved me", he whispered. I realized I was still lying on him and tried to get up.
"Sorry, Sir Novala, I just panicked when I...", I tried to explain.
"Why are wewe apologizing for saving me? And how did wewe know the carriage was coming?", he questioned.
"I just.. an instinct I guess, well sorry, sir, I must be on my way", and I started walking away, until I heard footsteps chasing after me.
"Can wewe at least tell me wewe name?", he asked.
"Stephanie", I replied.
"Well Stephanie, would wewe like to accompany me to chajio, chakula cha jioni tonight?", he asked.
"Oh sir, I couldn’t...",I stuttered.
"Please, call me Patrik", he said.
"Oh, well uh, Patrik, I would upendo to but..", I started.
"Great, I’ll pick wewe up at six o’clock", and with that, he nodded, smiled, then walked off.
Well of course my mother was ecstatic, and over chajio, chakula cha jioni Mr. and Mrs. Novala took a certain liking to me. Over the inayofuata few weeks, we grew closer, he proposed and wedding arrangements were made. Until one night in late November, I had another flash, this time of Mrs. Novala falling down the staircase, and.. well, dying. I knew I should have done something, but for some reason, I felt like it was her time to go, like no matter what I did, she would end up dying anyway. So, as awful as it sounds, I just ignored it. Hours later, the news arrived that Mrs. Novala was dead. Patrik was devastated. He wasn’t just sad, he was angry. And then he approached me.
"Did wewe know this would happen?!?!", he yelled.
"Patrik, I had no idea", I lied.
"Don’t lie, Stephanie. I know wewe let this happen! It’s your fault" he screamed. I knew he was uncontrollable and I tried to get away but he got to the door first and locked it. There was no other door. So as he walked towards me, I closed my eyes, and imagined a happier place. He hit me, and punched me, and kicked me for hours, while I just sat there. Tears poured out of my eyes, like water from a tap. And eventually, it all became too much. I suddenly remembered that we were upstairs and there was a balcony, not three feet from me. I pushed him off me with the remaining strength and ran for my life. As I ran out to the balcony, I felt the sharp wind, cutting into my skin like a knife. And as I thought about what was about to happen if I didn’t jump, I did. I just let everything go. For a few seconds, I felt like I was flying until I felt my body crash into the hard, solid ground. My whole body ached, and I knew several Bones had been smashed, broken and twisted, but it didn’t matter. I stumbled, and fell several times but eventually, I made it off the Novala property and into a small alley, just barely alive. I lay there, fighting for my life, until someone found me. He whispered something like "I’ll make it go away" and I felt something sharp plunge into my neck. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and I screamed. For three days straight, I wished for death. Until it just stopped. Everything slowly came back to me. I remembered how to breathe, how to move, how to talk. The man was there, and he explained who he was, what he was, what I was. He told me I could live with him and be a protector of humans, au go off on my own and be a predator of humans. I chose to stay with him. He told me he would help me and guide me, like a sort of mentor. But now he is much zaidi than that. I think of him as my father now. His name is Carlisle.