In 1921, when Esme was changed, you were born. You grew up never knowing your aunt, only hearing of her in the occasional tales told by your father. He died when you were seventeen, and your mother had left you both when you were four. In a house fire, the only thing you'd managed to save was the sweater that your aunt had made for your father before she died. When you were twenty, you were changed while wearing that sweater. A beautiful woman approached you, and you noticed the recognition in her eyes when she saw your sweater.
"It was my father's, his sister made it for him before she died."
"Did he hate it?"
"He actually loved it very much."
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the raven scavenger - twilight gif series
FanfictionIn which a teenage girl with an unhealthy obsession with twilight writes little stories with moving pictures to match. includes majority of the vampires and wolves don't own the characters just the content