Hi! So this is my OC/ I don't even know yet guys. If you have someone in particular that you're like 'OH HELLS YES.' let me know because I am lost.

Let me know what you think!

Oh and before I forget, translations for the Americans and other non-irish folk out there

pull your socks up: get to work

Jaysus: Jesus

Shook up: worried

Ma/Da: Mother/Father

Gimps: Idiots

Brasser: Prostitute


I wasn't always like this. Hungry, angry, and destructive. I had a life once. I had a home. Once. I was a person with hopes and dreams and real feelings. I was Miss Lottie Quinn...I was going to be married to my childhood sweetheart, Ralph against my parent's wishes. I can't remember their names anymore, I just remember that my ma was a real Irish woman. Fiery redheaded pull your socks up kind of woman. My da, if I had one, he wasn't all that memorable I guess. I remember that I was going to join The Irish Women's Franchise League. It'd been set up two years ago, I think.

I just remember Ralph...he was a grand man. I went to find him first after everything happened. I don't even know why, I was pretty much gone in the head when I came busting through his door. I knocked and the bloody flimsy thing shattered. That was really when I realised something else was happening here.

I wasn't...normal per se. But the lust hadn't hit me yet. I was still okay then. It was honestly just surprising that no one in Dublin heard his screams.

"Jaysus, Lottie." Ralph exclaimed, shaking his head at me and the door.

He let me in easily enough, I followed him through till the end of the hall and stopped. Something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and there I was. Red curls all amiss, pale as ever, but my eyes were funny. They were still round and bug eyed as ever but the brown was gone, I had red eyes. Red as me own hair.

"Ralphie...I think somethings gone a terrible sort of wrong." I whispered, a little frightened as I looked back at him. I wanted him to say that nothing was wrong, it was all fine and well as usual.

"I'd say so. You've been gone for nearly 4 days, Lottie. Yur ma came banging on my door looking for ya. I was shook up. You look awful, luv." His accent smeared the words together in my ears making me even more nervous.

I looked down at my skirts and found that they were a little worse for wear. The under layers, were practically gone and the black on the top looked...funny. There was brown dots spattered across them. I took in a breath in an attempt to calm down, that was honestly where I went wrong. I couldn't remember what happened. It was scary. This was scary, my throat felt like it was burning.

"Ralphie..." I mumbled as I felt my legs move together until I was pressed against his front. Honestly, to this day I can't remember how I didn't understand what was coming next.

"Lottie...My Ma's home." His voice sounded constricted. Nervous even. I paused as I listened to his ma humming in her bedroom. It sounded like she was ironing. She was a nanny of sorts for some gimps in the higher up society, I guessed she was doing the children's clothes or something.

"Oh yah. Best we go outside then." I nodded to myself quickly, taking his hand and pulling him over the splintered door and out onto the street.

"Lottie...You're hurting me." He sounded more nervous as I nodded again, I was erratic as I yanked him along to outside the city limits. His heart was rapidly pumping, I could smell the fear in his sweat. It really only made my throat hurt even more.

"Sorry." I mumbled lowly, looking at the way my brooch glinted in the moonlight. He'd given it to me, my Ralphie. I'd loved it. It was a sign we were getting married. I was trying to distract myself. I wanted to hurt him so badly and I didn't even really realise it until I heard his screaming.

I froze in my movements, the taste of a sweet juice of sorts on my tongue and in my throat was clear, it was still flowing even. I looked down and found I'd sunk teeth into his chest. Like I'd been burned, I released him and let him drop to the ground. He was still for the most part, staring up at me with amount of terror.

"What have I done?" I whispered to myself as I clapped my hands over my mouth as I knelt down next to him. I'd murdered my fiancé. Oh my god. I'm a murderer. Suddenly, he grabbed at my top. It ripped as I yelped and jumped up. His hand clenched in waves, like his whole body was shaking. Like a frog in boiling water. I turned and ran to my ma. I was only 19. I didn't understand the world or it's workings or what I was. I thought I was still me.

I left and ran as quickly as I could. I had to stay away from people. I had to stay away from my family.


Honestly, looking back on the memory 10 years later I think I erased it from my mind from the pure horror at what I'd done. I wanted to forget and so, I did. I was able to erase other's memories and it seemed that my first subject was my own mind. Even now I get head pains if I think back to it in depth. I'm good at that, not remembering.

I spent most of my time in the outskirts of the cities for the first five years then I became a stowaway on some ship. I just sneaked on with no idea where it was headed or what it contained. Luckily, it was merely a transport ship to the mainlands of the rest of Europe. Full of bloody furniture and not the good kind, the creaky unseemly sort.

It docked and I slipped out and over into the water quickly, attempting to remain unseen by any passerby. When I stepped onto the pier, I was greeted by a Spaniard. I think. I looked at him, he was pale but had a slightly darker pallor than I ever did.

"Evening, mister." I nodded robotically, trying to not breath until I was out of the cities limits. I looked up to find I couldn't read the bloody signs here. The letters were all funny lookin'.

"Miss." He greeted softly. I paused for a second as I listened to his lack of heartbeat and looked back at him. He had brown hair and red eyes. He was like me.

"You...yer like me!" I grinned at that. I wasn't all that odd after all.

"I'm Eleazar." He slowly nodded taking in my appearance. I was wearing the clothes I'd found in a bin, the shawl helped me cover my head while the dress was just incredibly loose. It seemed like it was meant for a child gauging by the flowery patterns, a girl at that. At 5 foot 3, apparently I fit into the category.

"Lottie." I nodded to him.

"I have a proposition for you, madam." His accent came through giving away his origin. I'd already given mine away easy. His words made me pause for a second before a bit of fury erupted over my face.

"I'm not a bloody brasser." I hissed.

"A what?" He looked confused as his brow furrowed.

"A hoor." My accent was quite strong when I got mad, apparently.

"Oh no! Madame, you misunderstood me. I have a job for you. It is very respectable, I assure you." He walked quickly to me. I realised around that time that there weren't any humans in the general area to see his speed.

"And what is it then?" I raised a brow as I pulled my wet shawl from around my hair.

"A new life." He smiled.

Eleazar was a sweet fella. Gentle and understanding when I asked silly questions as we traveled to Italy. He told me of a group called the Volturi, a government of sorts for our kind. There were quite a bit of us apparently. I'd just not met any of 'em, I guess. He said I could be of great use to them and they would in turn give me a home, clean clothes, and sustenance.


We arrived in Volterra, Italy a fortnight after we'd begun. Apparently I wound up landing in Denmark, it definitely explained why I couldn't read any of the damn signs. When I asked how the heck he found me climbing up on the pier he explained that many of us hitched rides across the ocean like that, so he'd often wait to see what climbed up essentially.

It was pretty here. The streets were cobble stone and lit by lanterns as we went towards a little set of doors with a sign over it displaying a skull and crossbones. I guess it was to keep out whoever they wanted out? I dunno. I was just trying not to breath, Eleazar said I couldn't kill in the area whatsoever and right now my instincts were going wild. I was starving.

I was led by Eleazar through dark wet tunnels and caverns, all winding together as I memorised it all back to the entrance we'd come from. He stopped in front of a pair of doors and spoke quickly in another language to a blonde girl. She looked young but also quite deadly. She nodded, looking back at me and pushed the large black wooden doors open with bare effort.

"Ah! Lottie Quinn, I presume. I am Aro." I was greeted almost immediately by a long black haired man. He sounded eerily cheery as he came closer to me from his throne, he stood at 5'10" tall and having almost translucent skin I was a wee bit thrown off by the man. I glanced around to see the lines of vampires below the thrones watching us with stoic faces like stone soldiers waiting to move like chess pieces. I heard the door's close behind me with a great booming noise.

He held out a hand while bowing his head, I raised a brow as I placed my hand softly in his. All at once I was hit with memories...so many of them all. I'd never dealt with something like this and nearly ripped my hand out of his with the overwhelming sensations. I could feel and see and hear what each person thought in every memory as it raced through my mind.

They weren't all him, there were a few of his but he'd had some sort of ability that allowed him to take the memories. A female's stuck out, she was his sister of some kind and he'd killed her in cold blood. He didn't want someone to know, a boyish looking man with black hair and a softer face. It was during a battle of some kind, I could hear the sounds of bloodshed in the background of the memory.

"Oh my. How enticing. I hadn't remembered her in a millennia." Aro half smiled, showing one canine as he let go of my hand. I took in a deep breath to try and some how steady myself.

"Well what is she then?" I looked behind him for the speaker as he turned and walked back towards the thrones containing one with white shoulder length hair and a sour expression as he looked at me. The other throne contained a much younger looking vampire. The first two appeared to be middle aged but this one was closer to my age as I took in his black hair and paper-like skin.

"She has the abilities to both erase and force the other to relive certain memories, dear brother." Aro answered the sour blond. The blond rolled his eyes at that. I stood awkwardly in the center of the room, feeling the eyes of all their stone soldiers burying themselves into my back.

"Very promising, I'd say. Wouldn't you say so, Marcus?" Aro nodded and looked over towards the black haired man who shrugged apathetically and sighed.

"Well, Miss Quinn. How would you like to join my guard? We may be able to practice on your skills. This would be your home and you would eat here with us. Your job would be to help uphold the laws of our world." Aro motioned to the surrounding chamber walls and doors leading off to goodness knows where. I paused for a second as I nodded slowly. I had little other choice, even if the guy was a bit of odd ball.

"Spettacolare." Aro clapped as he spoke the foreign word with a toothy grin. It gave me all sorts of bad shivers.