MMK! Alrighty, I think people liked The Vampire Melody, so I decided to write another Twilight fanfic. Tell me how you think a 15 year old like me did. Tell me if you think it's good, if I should go out for literature. Cause I wanted to become an author, so please make any suggestion you can. You can even tell me if you think I'd write bad books and wouldn't sell anything. Tell me watcha feel, mmk? =)

He never came back for me. He told me he loved me, that he wasn't strong enough to stay away. I had been counting on that. It has been 2 years since that day, my 18th birthday, and the cullens remain absent from my world. I want them back, all of them, my supposed-to-be-family. Even Rosalie, I want her back too. It has not been so very long since they've been gone, and yet it feels as if a century or 2 has passed since then. I thought that my love for Edward could never fail, but my will has. His face, which I had once considered to be the most marvelous art, has become but a hazy memory.

Edward told me that humans are unable to remain in one frame of time for very long, or something on that idea, and he was right. I have moved on, or I have tried. He seemed to be everywhere I looked, and everything claimed a memory of him. I had to get away. When I saw the flier for the exchange program to Romania, I took the chance to leave. I left all my memories of the Cullens at Charlie's house and moved on. Of course, it wasn't until I was on the airplane there that I remembered that Romania is home of the vampire cliche`, Dracula. I tried to tell myself that that didn't matter, but I was dead wrong. I knew that much when I saw the program director, Michael Smith. Black hair and murky green eyes. I knew those eyes were wrong, he was wearing contacts. He was perfectly sculpted and absolutly beautiful, and I was afraid. I mean, what's not to fear? He radiated a commanding aura, and he was a vampire. Everyone was oblivious, everyone but me. I was the only one who knew that we were all in trouble.

It has been years, countless years, since the Cullens abaondoned me. I lost count, and the heart, after the first few decades. I work for Michael Smith now, as do the other "program students", as a servent. He, not Edward or any Cullen, was the one to change me into a vampire. Michael stayed by my side throughout the whole transformation process and was there when I struggled as a newborn. He showed me the ropes of being a vampire, and taught me all I needed to know to survive in this new, more pronounced world. That is why he is the one I have dedicated my life to.

His servents have claimed to be content in this life, gladly serving the man they considered Master. I was among his most trusted, I was the one he cared for the most. He had not changed any of the other "program students", and instead had them changed by the 2 servents he had already had before. I had been the only one changed by Michael, and I felt honored to be the one he trusted most. But as things go, I am still his servent.

Michael was an inspiring leader, but a complete madman. He had gone completely bonkers when I refused to treat myself to human blood, and instead opted for animal blood. Though I could not forgive the Cullens, it was unmistakeable that their way of living was as close to human as a vampire can get. He had gotten over it, after shredding me to bits over and over again everytime I repieced myself together. I was still his most trusted servent, and because of that trust and his vendetta against my habits, he assigned me, Roberto and Alvin food duty. Our job was simple, collect the meals. So every day or so, we were sent out to the towns and cities to kidnap humans. When we brought them back, they would be put into the basement and chained to the walls of the ancient castle dungeons. I was to watch them, and if any of them were to become too rowdy, I was to deliver punishment. That was a whip cracked across their bare belly.

Michael knew what he was doing. He trusted me to get his meals, and to make sure he recieved the best and nothing less. Though, at the same time, he was torturing me for my resistance against what I truely was. I felt pity and guilt for having to deliever innocent humans to their deaths. The negative emotions chew me inside and out everytime I heard the cry of a prisioner. And the scent of fresh human blood drives me crazy with thirst everytime the whip leaves behind a streak of red dropletts, each racing the other down the human's torso. Michael is a smart and conniving man. But he is not completely heartless, because he cares for all his servent and treats us all the same. Except me.

It has been observed by many that he likes to torture me, to distress me in ways that makes me relive every horrible aspect of every day. But it is also true that he cares most deeply for me, and has gone to great lengths to accept my way of thinking. I believe that he a good man, and no one can make me lose my faith in Michael.

"Isabella, be a dear and fetch me that blond boy you got for me yesterday." Michael said in his casual tone. I nodded and went down to the basement. I saw the fear in the boy's eyes when I stopped in front of him, and he tried to squirm away when I reached out for him.

"I am sorry, young one." I said. He looked at me, distrust shining in his clear blue eyes. "It is not my living way to feast on mortals, but Michael is not me. You are his next meal. May your soul be reborn to a new, more peaceful life." I caught the chain and unclipped it from the wall, dragging him along behind me as I made my way up the stairs again.

"Why do you do as he asks?" I heard the boy whisper in a soft, sing-song voice. I stopped midstep, then turned to face him.

"He is my master."

"And yet you seem to be in control of yourself."

"I am. Do you know how excruciatingly painful the transformation process is from human to vampire?" He shook his head, his golden locks bouncing around. "It is as if the inside of your body has been engulfed in flames, a fire that cannot be extinguished. You will suffer for 3 days at most. The fire eats at you, licking every fiber of your being until you scream a blood curdling scream that haunts those around you. Every second in that hell feels like hours."

"And you serve a man who would do that to you?" I knew Michael would not be able to hear me.

"Michael was there for me, through the whole process. Whether he changed me or not, my fate was the same." He gave me a quizzical look. "I was in love with a vampire in my human years. His family was the one who introduced me to the lifestyle I now choose. It is thanks to them that I have chosen animal blood over human blood, that I look in the mirror and crimson eyes will not stare back at me."

"Then what happened?"

I sighed, suddenly feeling like an aged woman. "They left me. After 2 years, I couldn't take the lonliness any longer. I saw the flier to come here and decided to move on, as Edward wished me to do." I said in a tired voice.

"Was that the name of your love, Edward?" I nodded, and his expression softened. "I don't know how he could bear to leave you. You're a precious woman, from what I can read of you. Losing someone like you would be like losing your own mind. How he could live without you is beyond my comprehension. "

Now I get it. "Look kid, flattering me isn't going to save your life. I can't do anything to stop Michael."

He was taken aback. "I wasn't flattering you, at least I hadn't meant to. I know you vampires have immortality and beauty and all that, but I can tell that, were you still human, you would be a brilliant person." And the funny thing was, I believed him.

It dawned on me then that I had to save this human. I had no reason, and I owed him nothing, but an instinct in me said that his life must be spared, no matter what. When I got to the dining room, I told Antonio to watch the human, then stepped up to confront Michael. His face fell when he saw me approach him empty handed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, looking around me to stare hungrily at the boy.

I slipped my finger under his chin to capture his attention, it worked. "You know that I have never asked you for anything, right?" I whispered seductivly, trying my best to be desirable so that he would bend to my whims.

His face grew cautions. "Play no games with me, girl." He warned.

"The boy." I said sternly, taking my hand back. "I want him changed. I know that he is unable to stay human now that he knows of us. So I ask you, allow me to keep this one." He didn't yell at me, just thought.

Finally, after brooding over whatever, he motioned Antonio over. "Give her her human and go get me the big woman." Antonio nodded and left, winking at me on his way out.

"Thank you, Michael." I said.

"Don't thank me just yet. I will not change him, that's your job." He grinned, reminding me of a cartoon villan. I half expectd to see him grow a curled mustache, twiddling the ends as he plotted his next scheme. But I knew that Michael didn't need a mustache to be evil, evil came naturally to him. I nodded stiffly and dragged my human out to the hallway where I unchained him. I knew he was staring in horror at the screaming woman. I refused to look out of respect for her eternal soul.

"Why?" He whispered. I turned back to face my human. "Why did you save me?"

I looked away and started down the hall. He had to jog to keep up with my brisk pace. "Instinct." I answered. "I just had to, wanted to."

"That's not a very rational excuse!" He complained. I was unaffected when he put himself into my path. "Tell me something I can actually believe! Why am I so important that you'd save me, and yet you relinquish the lives of so many others? Tell me!"

"I don't know!" I snarled. "I don't know why I did it, I just did! Just because I felt like it, okay? Is that plausible enough for you?" He was silent the entire walk to my room, the room that held all my personal objects. The room most important to me, because I was changed there.

I collected my books off of my bed and piled then onto the desk. "Lay here. You'll want to be comfortable when the burning starts." He looked at the soft mattress, uncertinty clouding his thoughts. "It'll be over in 2 days or so. It'll feel like an eternity, but it'll be fine after that. Since you're my human, I don't want you drinking human blood." He gave me a disgusted look.

"Like you'd ever count on me to do something like that!" He layed down on the mattress.

"You're a lucky boy, you know that?" I said, sitting down next to him. "Michael never lets me change humans. He says that I'm too precious to waste on scum." I shook my head, chuckling darkly. There was a knock at my door, it was another "program student" servent. She's bonded with me, her name is Kayla. She's a tall blond, model-like even when she was a human.

"So, I heard from my mate that Michael let you keep your new pet." She said, trying her hardest not to laugh at my scowl.

"I am nice, so I won't kill Antonio." I said flatly. "I need to change him, so please go."

"No way!" She barged into the room, pulling the tattletale along behind her. He gave me a worried glance, but I rolled my eyes. He relaxed, knowing that I was not truely upset with him, because I had figured that he would tell Kayla. "I'll be here the whole time, okay? Do you remember what we were talking about last night while we were hunting?"

I nodded. "But we can't leave Michael." I whispered so that Justin wouldn't be able to hear.

"But nothing good will come of us staying here, not when Michael's creator comes again. He almost killed you last time, because he did not like that he couldn't use his ability on you." Antonio pointed out. I shrugged and looked away, to my human. He was staring at me with concern, I smiled for his sake. "And do you want to leave Justin here when he comes?"

"Who's Justin?" Kayla asked.

"The human." That's right, Antonio always knows the truth. That's his ability, to know what he shouldn't.

"Yes, that's right." My worry spiked then. I could not put my vunerable human in trouble like this. Michael's creator will be here any week now, and I would not risk Justin's safety. "We must talk to Michael then."

"No!" Kayla glared at me. "He'll never let you go, we have to sneak out very soon. It's gonna rain for a long while because it's just that season, so our scent will be lost."

"Alright." I agreed. I finally spoke up to Justin. "You, lay down and we'll get this done without hesitation."

"It'll take less time if you inject the venom right into his heart, rather than his neck or any other vein." Kayla offered. That's how she changed Antonio, 20 years after her own change.

"I'll be here through the whole process, I won't leave your side." I promised him. "I don't care what Michael wants. As Kayla suggested, I'm going to inject the venom straight into your heart, so it'll take less time to spread through your body." He nodded. I took a deep breath, sucking in his scent for the last time.

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