1: New Beginnings
Velnoria ran through the trees of the thick wintry outskirts of the town of Forks, Washington. Cold never necessarily agreed with her. At least it never used to. Almost three years ago today she discovered her most unholy fate. She had become a Cold One. And as quickly as she uncovered this unforgivable truth she fled her village to prevent the blood lust taking over her self-control and destroying everything she held dear in life.
Talk amongst the other rogue vampires in her home in Brazil often consisted of old vampires, a sort of government figure called the Volturi and mysterious stories about a peculiar family dubbed The Cullens. They lived like none other and their lifestyle was so much more humane than the one she had been living for the better (more like worse) part of three years. She had to find them, ask for their care and teach her to live as they do. She refused to be consumed by the vile lifestyle she was suddenly forced into anymore.
Her lithe body flickered through the trees of the woods as she neared the location of her hopefully new friends. She tilted her head to sniff the air looking for The Cullens, but instead caught the scent of humans. Her eyes flashed wildly from side to side as she came to a complete stop. Her throat burned fierce with the need for blood. She abandoned the trail of the coven and followed the aroma of fresh human blood. Oh, sweet surrender.
At full throttle, she rushed toward the sweet odor, her mouth watering. The stipulation for blood that she had denied herself for three weeks now was immediately overflowing with regret. Like the steaming kettle on a hot stove, the pressure was viciously howling with need. The urgency for this nourishment blinded her judgment as she pushed harder towards the humans she was pursuing.
Velnoria imagined herself once she reached her new destination: tearing through their flesh, tasting the sweet sin drop to her lips. The illustration she created thrilled her instincts, but abruptly horrified her conscience. She stopped again. And planted herself on the ground, her eyes stinging with what would have been tears. An overwhelming sensation of dread and fear plagued her as she dug her bony fingers into the hard earth clenching her teeth together in a death clasp. The urge to continue the assassination of the innocent people was also incredibly irresistible. No, I have to go on to the Cullens. She told herself. And with the last ounce of willpower she could summon Velnoria rose from the ground and followed her original trail to her paramount destination.
She slowed as she neared a big, glass house. The scent was stronger now, mixed with something else. It made her want to gag. Almost like a wet dog mixed with rancid, sour garbage. But she kept going. She slowly walked up the long driveway up the steps of the immaculate porch with even, deliberate steps. All of the familiar human emotions she used to feel when she was nervous seemed to suddenly course through her body. She took a deep breath and raised her hand to the doorknocker. Time seemed to go in slow motion as her forefinger lightly touched the smooth brass handle. But before she could even wrap the rest of her fingers around it the door promptly opened revealing nine pale faces and 18 curious eyes.