Freedom from the kiss

S.M. owns every character. I'm just borrowing ;,}

Special thanks to my Beta Kim! Thank you for correction of my grammar.

AN- It's my first try as an author, be gentle...

Freedom is only good as a means; it is no end in itself.-Melville

I was standing in front of The Kings of Vampires.

Why should I be afraid? That was the only question running through my mind...
I never had a plan, everyone else of my age is planning. They are thinking about university, work, girlfriends, boyfriends or even better... both. I never did that.

Maybe it's because of my mom. She is a really good example of carefree life. The life that I love.

Since my childhood I was free to do as I please. So when I got my first tattoo or went to travel around Europe after the school year. Neither of my parents were surprised.

Of course it happened after my graduation from Forks High and after I found out more about the supernatural. I was always sure that there is something in the shadows. There had to be. Edward gave me only a few details.
It's fucked up, really. I never loved Edward, but he kept me company when I was trying to forget about my boring everyday life. Sex was nice, but not perfect. Which would be a big surprise for all those girls who wanted their perfect Eddie for themselves... not me. I wanted it hard and hot, animalistic even. To be submissive and dominant. Loved and hated, dead and alive. I wanted it all. Eddie was afraid to try, because he was afraid to hurt me... who the fuck cared! That was what I want! But nooooo, Eddie cared... well, I didn't.

To tell you the truth, I have never loved anyone, till I looked in his bright red eyes... my favorite shade of red.

Now that I think about it, everything does happen for a reason. The day Edward tried to say that he loves me I left. Of course I explained that I need something else... freedom.

Freedom to do anything, to live anywhere and as long as I want... and no one would be able to hold me from that.

I know that a lot of people think of me as a egocentric shallow person. Maybe I am, but why should I ruin my happiness? Because in their opinion I'm egotistical... well fuck them too.

I'm just free... that's what I thought before I met his red eyes... oh, how wrong I was...

After I left Forks, I went to Italy, Volterra. Everyone went there to see the castle. I went to see the kings. It was feeling in the pit of my stomach to go there... not to die, not to stay, but to become free from my previous life... free.

When Eddie told me about Volturi, I heard how disgusted he was with them. But not me. I've always thought that power comes with costs. Of course they need to support their status. So now when I walk through these corridors I'm not afraid of these walls and their inhabitants. I respect them.

Anyway, there are just too many thoughts in my head, while we are walking.
Oh, the doors... people are walking in. I'm the last to come in.

I hear the sweet "welcome" from Aro, and so the screaming begins. I just watch. I'm looking at every beautiful face of these vampires... all of them are beautiful. Especially the Kings. I can't see anything clearly because of the blur of vampiric speed, and screaming people. It's good that I'm standing far behind all of them.

Why should I be afraid... it gives me a chance, and I'm using it now.

"Vampires." This only word put three pairs of red eyes on me right away... everyone stops and I have a better chance to look at the Kings.

Marcus and Aro seem curious, but it's the third set of red eyes that, makes me stop breathing. Caius... his bright red eyes are my favorite shade of red. The way he looks at me makes me feel something new, something that I've never felt before. Is it love? I don't know. But from this moment I don't need anything else except him. His happiness is my number one priority. I don't need freedom. I don't want it. I want him, my mate. Yes, I love him.
It seems like he read my thoughts, because the next thing I know, he has me in his arms, kisses me.

And thats the moment when I really feel freedom. To love and being loved is better then anything I ever felt.

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