Disclaimer: I do not own Amelia Atwater-Rhodes characters.

Claimer: I own Mele Niyama.

Note: This isn't totally following the timeline of tdos's one.

Summary:

Siete has a secret and there's a new girl on the block. Only, how new is she to the vampire world? The rumors caused by her appearance lead to confusion, which is the perfect opportunity for the Vida family to bring down New Mayhem, once and for all.

Siete's P-o-V

Beautiful Paris. So many advances over the last seven thousand years happened throughout the world. Scoffing he thought to no one in particular, 'When I was born, irrigation was a new thing. In Sumer, the first Mesopotamian civilization, it started out with the Ubaid culture. That was my home and always will be.'

Sept. 15th4993 BC

Daybreak came. The annual day of his birth was to be celebrated today. His mother - though he was old enough to on his own, him being 25 years of age - woke him up to go to the temple and offer a sacrifice to the God of Age and Goddess of Peace to make sure today went smoothly and their celebrations uninterrupted.

The gentle woman with tan skin came over to her son, asleep on the mat. "Siete! Siete! Wake up. You must get to the temple before mid-day. Please, we do not wish for chaos today."

Golden eyes fluttered open at the sound of his mother's voice. He knew what today was and all the preparations that he had to go through to make today go smoothly. Shirtless he sat up with his tousled black hair. This 25 year-old man was perfectly tan, his arms sculpted from working on crops day in and day out. Many of the girls in the village have come after him in hopes he might notice them and propose but he never got around to asking their hand with all the fun he was having with them.

"Fine mother. Have you prepared the sacrifices for the gods?" Siete inquired. Everyone in the village knew he had lost his father young and now his mother was all alone. He had to do the work for all the family since he had only a young brother.

"Yes Siete," She replied. Her amber eyes were full of a mixture of sadness and joy. An odd combination, but on a normal day all you could see was joy. For the day of Siete's birth is also the anniversary of their father's death, this year being the 11th. "Please be safe and be well. That is all I ask for."

"Mother, please there is no need to worry." With the final words he departed to the temple one mile out of the village. Not being very wealthy, he had to travel bare foot, the sun beating down on him every step of the way.

The temple was not very large nor very ornate. But to the villagers and Siete, it worked. He gathered the sacrifices and started to enter the building for the start of ceremonies. From behind a hand covered his face and pulled him downwards, making the offerings fly everywhere. His head hit the ground swiftly and his vision wavered with spots of white.

"Siete, how DARE you disgrace my family?" He knew the voice. It was the man belonging to a village a little up the river whose sister he had kissed and had a little fun with. This time, he had brought friends.

A sharp kick to his side made him wince and nurse his side. In his mind, he could not think of how to stop them since he himself was not a skilled fighter. Siete attempted to get up but was just kicked in his stomach again, making him fall back down. The beating continued until he seemed a breath away from death. He was bleeding nearly all orifices and the various cuts on his body.

"Now, you will never be able to mess with anyone again." The man spat and they walked away, leaving Siete to die. He simply stared into the sky waiting for his last heartbeat.

Out of nowhere, a flash of light came from the sky and struck the tiny temple. He attempted to see what happened but he could not move. He could barely breath. A girl of around five years old approached him. She was odd, tan skin, long black hair, and garnet eyes. The girl stood right above him and then knelt down by his head.

"Do you wish to die today? If not - if you wish to live, I could give you life. However, you would never die. Your wounds will always heal. You could go back to your family. Though… you will more than likely be the only one in the world like this... forever."

He stared at her for what seemed eternity. 'How could I live with myself if I left my mother now?' Siete thoughts raced through his mind. With all his might, he turned his head towards her and slowly moved his head showing his agreement.

Her face lit up with delight. Cheerfully the girl replied, "Oh by the way, my name is Mele. My mommy just taught me this trick and I hope this will help you." A special knife was pulled from her pocket, engraved with unique symbols. The blade unsheathed, she held it to her hand. Siete's bewildered eyes made Mele realize he did not understand what she was doing.

"Oh I'm sorry. The only way you can do this is do take in my blood. So I will open up a wound and you will need to drink. So let's begin," She explained. Getting less sure, he slowly nodded his head knowing what would happen if he denied the help. The knife split open her perfectly smooth skin and a trickle of red/golden blood started to drip down. "Drink."

He opened his mouth as wide as he could and drank the blood. Shocked he did not hesitate once the blood entered his mouth. It was surprisingly sweet and intoxicating. He kept drinking and drinking, for what seemed hours but were only minutes.

"MELE!" Both whipped around to find a woman with white hair and the same garnet eyes and tan skin. "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? You are not supposed to interact with mortals! Especially in the way you are now!"

"But Mommy-"

"NO BUTS! When are you going to learn? You cannot mess with the events here. That's why you are not permitted to live in this realm yet." And with that, the girl who saved Siete's life was dragged away from the man, not even knowing full well if he had been saved or not.

He lay there feeling like his life was not improving. All of a sudden, his heart stopped. The one thought that came to mind, 'I'm sorry I could not be there for you mother.' But he did not pass right then. Instead he felt his body regenerating and recuperating. He no longer felt the need to breath, eat, or any other form of human tendencies.

"Siete, may I join you for a croissant and drink?"

Snapped out of his reminiscing, he stared at one of his oldest friends.