Warning: Same sex relationship can be found in this fic. Dark themes as well as inappriopriate language.
Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine, only the plot.
"Réincarné"
By Clarissa Frey
Chapter One
"For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others. --Nelson Mandela"
"Kill the dhampire!"
I heard a vampire holler behind me and I doubled my speed, even though I knew it was pointless, the small gaggle of vampires chasing after me would catch up to me and kill me before I even got to the beginning of the vast forest.
"Imagine the price her head will fetch!"
Crowed another vampire as I all but flew over the pile of felled trees, littered with moss and wild mushrooms. Being a dhampire, I was an outcast in society, too both mortal as well as the supernatural worlds. Put quite simply, I was a recluse though it was not so much as voluntarily but more involuntarily. If I lived amongst society, I would be killed, if I lived away from society, I would live, be safe. But I would give anything to live amongst society and to belong, to have a place within it but that's obviously not going to happen.
Of course, certain vampiric needs must be met- the thirst- wanting blood. Which means that I have to leave my home, which I have nicknamed 'my refuge' to hunt, to satisfy the thirst. This also meant that I ran the chance of getting massacred by humans and vampires alike. A life long hazard that also went with being a hated endangered species. But I haven't explained properly what I am yet have I?
A dhampire is a creature resulted from the union of a male vampire and a human female. Most often than not, a dhampire does not carry full term or if it does reach full term, it usually is still born…according to the folklore anyway. What memories I can dredge of my birth mother are a hazy, blurry and bloody mess, the deep cavity in her belly being the cause of her death. My father, whoever he was, was never there.
Fortunately and also unfortunately, most of the folklore surrounding dhampires is true and as a result of this, I am probably the only surviving adult dhampire in the entire world, which makes me a very endangered species.
Why is this you may ask? From what I've managed to research in between escaping from hoards of vampires after my head, everything from talents to physique is detailed in the oral and written legends, though they did underestimate our height capabilities. No, I am an endangered species because if my kind were to survive the birthing and childhood, we would most likely finally die when we were to reach adolescence because of a number of reasons- insanity, bi-polar disease, depression, the list was a huge one.
You could say that I was lucky that I survived my adolescent years, but that gave way to my turning into a hermit, now living on the outskirts of a town called Forks in Washington state, near the town which would be able to sustain me but also small enough that if something did happen and I had a psychotic episode then hopefully not many people would get in the crossfire.
My abrupt and forced move to the outskirts of Forks happened roughly twenty something years ago, the last place I had been hiding out at was discovered by a bunch of a nomad vampires, who delighted in trying to kill me and told the towns people that I was the ones who had been killing off the residents- it had been the nomads actually, for I hunt only animals to sustain my thirst. Of course it didn't help the situation when I had one of my blackouts- I had no idea what happened when I had a blackout and I didn't really want to know at all what occurred during that time. Cutting the long story into a short one however, a mob made of both vampires and humans out of the town had chased me and I ran until I stumbled across Forks. I had enough money too buy the residence that I live in now and I have been here ever since.
How old am I, you may ask? Well, I cannot give you an exact year of my birth- when the monstrosity was born, but the first days I clearly remember were those in 1920- so I am eighty-nine years of age from that year, but I am sure that I am older.
Back to my little situation though and I stopped in my tracks as I went into a vision
Alice ran through the forest as quick as can be, the vampires who chased her closely following after her. She took a sharp right at a clump of ferns and disappeared between two gigantic oak trees and- Alice was standing at the stove stop, stirring the contents of a pot, mixing and adding herbs to the pot to enhance the flavor of what she was cooking…
Snapping out of the vision, I glanced around until I spotted something that I had seen in my vision- my talent was visions of the future. Of course, it was liable to change because of people's decisions but I could live that, it gave me an immense advantage when running from murderous mobs. Seeing the oaks as I ran, I darted past them and soon discovered the reason why my vision changed and halted so abruptly.
Three horse-sized wolves were waiting for me, snarling in outrage. Immediately I held up my hands in submission. I had encountered the pack leader once upon a time when I was hunting and we had come to an agreement- I stay away from them, hunt only animals, stay on my side of the boundary line and they would leave me alone and by they I mean the guardians of the Olympian area- the native American tribe, the Quillettes. Certain descendants of the tribe shifted into wolves, the only natural enemy of vampires and I guess dhampires. Which is when I realized that I must have crossed onto Quillette territory and I thought it vital to offer an explanation
"I am sorry to have crossed onto Quillette land as you can without a doubt hear, I am being pursued by vampires…"
Another harsh growl made me trail off of my explanation and into silence and I heard as clear as a bell, a commanding howl and suddenly, one of the wolves leaped at me, automatically I covered my head, only to realize that it had attacked a vampire behind me. Seeking to help them, I dived in after them, attacking my would be assailants. Gladly ripping heads and biting down, keeping them still whilst a wolf ripped them apart.
Another thing about dhampires, we were, according to legend, apparently the ultimate species to hunt and kill vampires because of our almost equals strengths- I was not as fast as a vampire, nor as strong but I was still a force to be reckoned with, as are the Quillettes.
Finished in our task, a large black wolf approached me, the alpha of the pack and the one I had made my agreement with. Though one would think that the pack were a threat on sight, there was an intelligence that you would not see in genuine wolves
"Please accept my apologies for trespassing onto Quillette land. In my panic, I hadn't realized that I had crossed the borders. I do hope we can continue our agreement for I very much like it here"
I told the alpha. The alpha turned and disappeared into the brush and I stayed put, for I was sure that he wished to speak to me in person. Sure enough, only but three minutes later, a tall man emerged wearing only pants.
Sam Uley, alpha to the Quillette pack is a majestic man. Naturally he carries an air of leadership and importance. I smiled at him weakly, he regarded me seriously and for the first time I felt nervous. I shifted weight, my human side becoming more dominant in times of nervousness I have found.
"Does this always happen?"
Sam asked me and I nodded, caring to elaborate for it would do a great disservice and a mark of disrespect for the man not to inform of the reason
"I am continuously hunted by vampires, I do not belong in this world, yet I am here. But the thirst must be satisfied, every time I leave my home to hunt, I run a great risk of being massacred.
I had left the area, thinking it wise to reduce the sudden increase in Mountain Lions to the north, it seems that those vampires had similar ideas, though merely to satisfy their thirst with the humans that hunted the Lions"
"You ran all the way back here?"
Sam asked me, surprised and I nodded, a look of admiration crossed his face, but as quickly as it had appeared, it had disappeared.
"Are there more bloodsuckers chasing you?"
I shook my head no. Together we had eradicated them, an achievement unto itself for they were fearsome vampires to encounter.
"Very well. Perhaps we can come to an agreement then dhampire"
Sam proposed, curiosity over rode reason and I nodded, wanting to know Sam Uley's proposition almost as much as I wanted to be able to be part of society.
"You alert us when you are going on your hunt and as the vampires chase you when they come across you, we pick them off. By doing so, we eradicate nomad vampires in the region and you are given a greater chance of satisfying your thirst better"
This was a very agreeable proposition and I nodded in acceptance of said proposition, Sam held out his hand and I was hesitantly took it in mine, not sure as to what to do. I held it there for a beat and then withdrew it quickly.
"I will not trespass on your hospitality any longer. I will alert you when I must hunt on the next occasion"
On that note, I turned on my heel and returned the way I came, heading to my home. My long dark hair had come loose during the chase and as it flew around me in the wind, I realized how long I had allowed it to grow. Resolving to cut it to the short, spiky style that reached just underneath my ears, which kept me happy and was highly prized by the hair industry- giving me the money to survive my confinement, when I got home, I detoured via a meadow which was secluded, had a natural barrier of rocks and was dotted with daisies and filled with an abundance of wild flowers.
This meadow was essentially my escape from everything when it became unbearable for here, I was able to sit in the sunlight and breathe in the delicious scents that the flowers emitted and to watch the honeybees at work, to sit as still as stone and watch the birds and butterflies gather pollen- the place oozed of serenity and I spent my time there until twilight had taken hold. Which was when I returned to my lodgings.
A/N: Welcome! So we're at yet the beginning of yet another fic. Now. Why dhampires? The answer: Because as much as I love Nessie (and I really do), Meyer just ticked me off big time with the whole 'half vampire' crap in Breaking Dawn. Haha, aside from that...hope you enjoy!