Tiara Story I: Demon's Child

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Danielle Tiara Masen however, is my property.

Her name was Danielle Tiara Masen. She was born on June 20, 1901 to a couple, Elizabeth Masen, a loving mother and Edward Masen Sr. a successful lawyer. Her father clarified she was dead in 1909. She however, died in peace when she was seventeen, in a small village in Greece on June 20, 1918, her seventeenth birthday.

My name is Tiara Volturi. I was born in 1901 and died in 1918. I woke up two days later and started my new life as a completely different person. Let me tell you the story of Danielle Masen and her death before I started with my story, Tiara Story part 1: Demon's Child.

Chapter 1: Marked and Chosen

Chicago, Illinois – 1909

My beloved mother had taken us to a carnival. It was a lovely sunny day, a perfect day out to spend with my family! Father was busy as always, I guess being a lawyer prevented you from being with your family. Mother has always been a dear to us, while Eddie always being an annoyance to me. Mother however claimed that, that was a sign of affection. It was fun, the carnival. There were giant bunnies giving balloons and there were candies everywhere. I enjoyed being right beside my mother, with her hand holding mine tightly while the other holding Edward's. I wasn't afraid of getting lost, although the carnival was vast because I knew my mother would find and protect me.

"I want my fortune to be read!" Edward tugged my mother's hand, pointing at a dark blue tenth with white stripes. There was a board showing a woman wearing a hood and her long fingers that were accessorized with giant and beautiful rings, hovering over a magic crystal ball.

"Honey, you're too young for that." Mother declined Edward's wish sweetly and I snickered at my twin brother. He glared at me which caused me to laugh even harder. We bought a bunny that was cream in color and had named it Lexi. Little did I know, it was the day that would change my life forever. The day I was marked and chosen.

We were just leaving the carnival when an old woman grabbed my wrist and pulled me to her. She has a black hair, as dark as the night and there were no white streaks ruining her beautiful raven hair although her face was covered in wrinkles. She looked at me in the eye, her dark black eyes stared right into my electric blue eyes, straight to my soul. She gasped and her eyes rolled back to her head while her grip on my wrist tightened. She seemed to be in a trance as she said those words that had marked me.

"In seven days, it will come to you. It is not a gift, it is not a curse. You shall be marked and chosen in seven days. Embrace it and push it away not. Nine years you shall suffer and find love at the end of the darkness. To see and be the daughter of the night, it is your choice. Be a demon or not be, it is always your choice." She said, her voice caressed my ear and soul mystically. Her velvety voice seemed to be planted in my mind. With that cryptic message, she slipped a silver bracelet with a crescent moon charm clung on it.

"Elle?" Mother called me and I ran to her, eager to be under her protection again. I clutched her hand tightly. When I turned around, the old woman was no longer there.

Apparently, this curse-marked-chosen-suffering-gift message was not what an eight year-old of me should be hearing. But like the creepy old woman has said, or cursed, I was marked. Exactly seven days later, I woke up, feeling different. My hand was cold as death and I felt light-headed. My reflection seemed to be different as well. The girl in the mirror was me, yet it wasn't me. I shivered at that eerie thought.

"Elle, let's go out!" Edward shouted from downstairs.

"I'm not feeling well…" I said but he was already outside. I could hear the gate been opened and I sighed. Thinking that it would not do any harm, I slipped on my shoes and walked towards my brother.

"You brought Lexi!" I grinned as the creamy bunny's ears twitched. I reached to hold her but Edward stuck hit tongue at me and I widened my eyes, opening my mouth to call for mother. But he had started walking and I had no choice but to follow my annoying twin. The sun has almost set, one of the favorite times that I shared with Edward, twilight. The way the sky was illuminated with various colors made me grinned. It was beautiful, there were blue, purple, orange and even pink! We headed home when we bumped into an older boy and his friends, probably somewhere around ten to twelve. The leader of the gang, I assumed, snatched Lexi from Edward's hands and grinned devilishly as he pet Lexi's head. I glared at him but he paid no attention to me.

"Give her back." Edward growled and the older boy just snickered.

"Get it by yourself, boy." He said mockingly and his friends laughed.

"I said, give it back!" Edward shouted.

"Here you go," the boy said and before Edward can take Lexi back, the boy threw her into the lake causing me to scream in horror. Rabbits can swim, if you put them in the water nicely. They would panic if they were thrown into a lake suddenly. I watched as Lexi drowned in shock and snapped my head to the boy who had killed Lexi.

"You monster!" I cried and lunged at him, grabbing a hold on his neck, wanting him to die like he did to Lexi. My sights were blurry from my tears but I saw it. The moment my skin made contact with his, his eyes widened and his mouth opened but no voice was heard. His skin became so pale and his horrified eyes stared down at me accusingly. I withdrew my hand and took several steps back when the boy collapsed to the ground. There were no lights in his eyes. His chest wasn't moving. He lied there and I waited for him to climb back to his feet. But he didn't. He was dead.

"I-I swear I didn't do anything!" I said exasperatedly at Edward who was watching wide-eyed. "Eddie!" I called desperately and he looked at me, his emerald green eyes showed nothing but fear. "Eddie!" I yelled when he turned around and ran back home. The friends of the boy had called for help and I dashed out of the scene, before anyone can ask me anything. I reached home, wanting to see my mother more than I ever wanted. My cheeks were wet from the crying although I didn't know what I was crying for. I stumbled into my mother and father, and based on their looks, Edward had told them.

"What did you do?" Father asked in that tone that I feared so much, that I shrunk in fear.

"I-I didn't do anything!" I stammered, tears started welling in my tears again.

"Shh, it's alright, sweetheart." Mother said, walking towards me to take me into her arms. But father grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him and gave her a warning look not to be anywhere near me.

"Call the doctor." He said to mother and she cast me a worried yet loving look before went away to call the doctor.

"What do I do with you, now?" Father asked, pinching the bridge of his nose. I noticed it as a sign of irritation and his way of controlling his anger. But he can't hold it any longer. "My reputation! My career! You killed the boy!" He shouted, his eyes were blazing with rage and my lips quivered. "Do you think crying will solve anything? That boy won't come back from death!"

"But I didn't do anything, father! I just touched him and that was it!" I cried although I knew my pleading, my explanation, my story won't get through him.

"The doctor will be here soon," mother's sweet voice echoed at the living room.

"Go back to your room." Father ordered me and I obeyed. As I reached upstairs, Edward closed the door of his bedroom and I bit my lips. How could he? He was supposed to be by my side, comforting me. He was my twin, my other half of soul. He can feel what I feel. How can he? I entered my room and plopped on my bed, looking outside of the window, where the sun has set and darkness started taking over. A rapid knock was heard on my door before it was opened, revealing a middle-age doctor. He sat on the edge of my bed.

"How are you feeling?" He asked and I shook my head.

"I didn't do anything, I swear." I pleaded, my eyes were dried with tears. I didn't think I can cry anymore.

"Let's see if you're having fever." He said calmingly and placed a thermometer under my tongue and looked at me before retrieving the thermometer.

"Your temperature's just fine." He stated oddly.

"I am not sick." I told him.

"I will take a sample of your blood." He said and my eyes widened.

"No, please don't." I said faintly and he sighed, rummaging for something in his bag.

"It won't hurt." He lied and held my arm tightly and that was when I realized he was wearing gloves. He was about to inject me with something, to drug me maybe and I thought of him as a threat. I reached my bare hand to his face and he had the same reaction as the boy from the park. He dropped dead and it took me a second to realize what I had done. I had taken another life and this time, it wasn't an accident. I wanted it to happen.

Chicago Mental Asylum, Illinois – 1909

"No, no, father! Eddie!" I yelled, banging my tiny fists on the door. "Mother! Forgive me! It was an accident! I would never hurt you! Mother! Edward!" I cried and slid down to the floor, sobbing. I had accidentally almost killed my mother and everyone thought of me as a monster. Even me. To keep everyone and his reputation as a lawyer with caliber, my father signed me up in an asylum. But I wasn't crazy! I was just…harmful.

I didn't care of the treatment my father had given me. He resented me and never was there when I needed him as a father. He provided me with wealth but not love. But mother and Edward…they were a family to me. And family was supposed to stay together, right? Family was supposed to protect each other, love each other and help each other. Always and forever. I felt betrayed, never in my life I felt such a resentment and betrayal to them. How can a mother let her own daughter suffered in an asylum? She was the one who gave birth to me! Mother was supposed to protect her children! And Edward…my one and only twin brother. How can he turn his back on me when he knew I did nothing! He and I shared one soul and one mind. How could he…This wasn't what I had wanted, I wanted nothing of this misery!

Every day was a torture to me. They put me through therapy and when I accidentally hurt someone, they electrocute me. They would drown me in cold water, filled with ice cubes, one of my most hated treatments. How can they do this to a child? They were monsters pretending to be humans! I loathed them more than anything.

Chicago Mental Asylum, Illinois – 1915

"Happy birthday, Tiara!" Simmons grinned as he entered my room. Simmons was an employee in the asylum and he treated me with kindness unlike the rest of them. I had also dropped my name and started to use my middle name. Right now, only Simmons called me Tiara since it wasn't like I had any friends here. Not like there was anyone who can be my friends judging on my situation. Simmons was a man with black hair and he seemed to be in his thirties. He has a pale and smooth complexion, and not a single wrinkle ruined his skin. He has brown eyes and the weird thing was, he never changed since he first met me four years ago. He told me he had a drink from a fountain of youth, but I was no longer a child for him to lie to. Hmph.

"It's nothing, but here's your present." He said handing me a dark blue box. My lips curved into a smile and I brushed away my long bronze hair. I hated it. The color of the hair reminded me of mother and Edward; the two persons that I trusted the most and the same persons who had betrayed me.

"Thank you, Simmons." I said, untying the ribbon and opened the lid. It was an antique hand mirror and a comb and I chuckled.

"They're beautiful." I whispered and he smiled.

"I wanted to bring you a cake, but it seems like I can't." He said grimly.

"Oh, you've done lots of things to me. It's fine." I said and he chuckled.

"But I managed to sneak in this," he winked as he pulled out a bar of chocolate from his pocket.

"Thank you!" I said, my voice was filled with gratitude. The food here was sickening and it has been ages since I ate a chocolate.

"You're welcome, now, eat it before they catch you." He grinned and I laughed.

"Thank you, and Simmons!" I called him.

"Yes?"

"You know that I didn't mean to hurt Hannah right?" I asked him quietly and he nodded with a smile. "For believing me, I thank you. And I couldn't thank you more for helping me out when they want to punish me." I said and he gave me another smile.

"It's my job to protect you. Once you're old enough, I guarantee you a freedom." He told me.

"Really?" My eyes lit up at the word of freedom.

"Of course, they will let you do whatever you want. You'll be free." He told me and gave me a smile before walking out of my room, leaving me with the present and the chocolate. I had the feeling that the 'they' he mentioned weren't the asylum employees but someone else. But who could they be?

I had rewritten this for the third and last time! To new readers, I welcome you! To old readers, I hope you like it!

The differences:

1. Danielle/Tiara is Edward's twin instead of his younger sister.

2. I changed the bunny's name from Trixie to Lexi (because I love Lexi from TVD)

3. A new character, Simmons is introduced. He's a vampire and he was the one who changed Alice.

Read and review! :)