three thousand years, a long time to be alive. well, alive is a relative term. immortal was a little more accurate to my situation.
for lack of a better term, I'm a vampire. thats what we're called now, but we used to be known by many other names, better names if you asked me. moon walkers, immortals, cold ones, death, and of course vampires, or vampyres.
I have heard every name there is for my kind, i have lived longer than most known vampires, or at least the ones that I have met.I have seen the rise and fall of many empires, so I try to keep to myself more often than not these days. friends have become strangers, strangers bemcame enimies. I didn't want to deal with petty problems anymore, I was bored of this life and this world and yet here I stay.
I was currently travelling by train to washington. wonderful things, trains, I remember when humans inveted them, truly fascinating indeed. True they weren't nearly as fast as I would be on foot, but I liked the leisure time. to watch humans interact with one another. the way these creatures costantly changed was amazing, so complex yet so increadibly simple.
I was on said train, watching said people becuase I had begun to hear rumors, whispers of an old friend of mine that now lived in a small town called forks. He and his coven, his family were facing a very reall and extreme threat from the vampire authority, the Volturi. spinless cowards that wouldn't know real power if it ripped them apart and burned them alive.
many vampires, acording to the whispers, have been gathered to act as whitnesses to this covens innocence. They were not being asked to fight beside them, if that is what this 'visit' from the Volturi would come to.
I would fight the votluri have slaughtered many covens on false allegations. I would not let my friend die the same way. I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't even be in America right now. But hearing that my friend Carlisle needed help protecting his family, I was going to have to risk meeting the volturi head on.