This is my third fanfic! i hope you like it! I think right now, it has potential, mayb.
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The sun filtered in through the curtains at me, big and bright, its golden rays kissing me awake from my oblivion.
I wanted more than ever to sleep again, and be kissed awake by someone more corporeal. By him. But that was forbidden territory. The memories were too painful.
I stared up at the wooden ceiling. I missed sleep. But that hadn't happened for 100 years, as of today. And had no chance of ever happening again. I wished I could have slept off all those years of pain and misery, but I had finally managed to plug up the wound. There were a few leaks every now and then, but I knew it would never heal. It had branded me for too long.
A knock on the door made me sit up.
Jacob burst into the room, brighter than a burst of early morning sunshine.
"Good morning! You have circles under your eyes! Did you have a good night's sleep?" he joked.
I rolled my eyes. Like I slept.
"You smell horrible. Ah, morning breath! Only you have it all day. Have you considered Listerine? It kills 99.99 of germs!" he continued.
"I could say the same for you," I retorted.
He smiled at that.
"Hey, you're the one who's ugly," he replied, referring to my inhuman beauty.
I laughed, and changed myself into an ugly hag. That was one of my two powers. To change forms. My theory was that during my life, I had experienced too many changes: my parent's divorce moving to Forks, him leaving… I just couldn't adjust so quickly. Vampirism had made me able to physically change, so that I could go smoother with my life. Truly, emotionally, it did nothing.
"Is this better for you?" I asked.
"Much," he replied and went to open the curtains.
After he left, I had tried to find a remnant, a memory of him in the meadow. Our meadow. The problem was that he was not there, and the hole only ripped wider. I met Laurent that day. His eyes were a deep charcoal. He had bitten me, and when I thought that it was the end, a werewolf bounded in. It was Jacob.
Jacob nearly died fighting a full- grown, powerful vampire alone, but adrenaline and for my sake eventually made him manage to rip apart Laurent and burn him.
By then, it was too late for me. The poison had already sunk in too deep.
Jacob loved me too much to kill me, though he knew I was going t change. Instead, he brought me home to Billy, knowing that I would never try to drink a Quileuete's blood. Eventually, Jacob taught me to control myself. I called Charlie and told him I had moved out. It broke his heart, but he managed.
Charlie never knew, but I moved in with Jacob, and he built another room into his house by himself, for me.
Jacob had been my best friend and adopted brother ever since, though I was a vampire and he a werewolf. We were probably the only people, well, creatures, in history to have such a relationship. I loved Jacob as a brother, and he loved me.
"Jacob, Bella, come here," Billy's voice sounded from the kitchen. His tone was serious, nearing a worried edge.
It was the morning. What could possibly be so urgent?
I stepped over to the room. "Morning Bill--"
I stopped short. The whole council was there gathered in his small living room.
"Bella, there is an emergency," Billy said.
Sam Uley's father started speaking, explaining things.
"A coven of newborn vampires has caused much damage in Port Angeles. They have killed many, and it is all over the news."
"So?" I questioned. How would this have to do with me? The wolves could just go and take them out easily. I reached for a plate to make them breakfast.
"Bella, this is too public. It has been going on for a while. Bella," he emphasized, "the Volturi are coming."
The plate shattered in my hand.
"Th-the V-volturi?" I stammered. This was horrible. We were no match for them. Forks was too close to Port Angeles. The Volturi would just trace the werewolves and kill all of them, even my Jacob. My new-found family.
Two birds with one stone, I thought. How cliché.
This was horrible.
Sam's father continued, "There is still a way, but it will require you and your power."
"If there's anything, anything, I can do to help, anything at all, I'll do it to save you," I replied.
"Bella, we…" using a plural this time, "we want you to spy on the Volturi.
I checked my bags one last time as I looked into the airport's bathroom's mirror.
I had changed myself. Black hair, red eyes (even though I didn't drink human blood, I only changed my eyes into the color to convince the Volturi), the pale skin of a vampire, and of course, beauty.
My second power was to make people like me. I mean, really, really like me. No one has ever hated me. No one can, whether they like it or not. I could make them like me so much, they couldn't refuse me anything. Anything was in my grasp.
I boarded the airplane to Volterra. Everything was planned. My name was Lucky Williams. I had chosen Lucky because it meant light, and God knows we need some more of that.
I had been changed after a vampire hadn't finished his meal, though he left me for dead. I had found a coven and lived with them for a while, but then I felt lonely and came to the join the Volturi. I would only tell the Volturi abut my second power.
Before long (the time probably shortened with my anticipation and worry) I stepped off the plane and walked into Volterra.
It was a sunny day, and every inch of my skin was covered. I had chosen a pale white dress with pink roses, and a matching hat, like a character stepped out of a history book.
People gave me stares as I stepped through the crowd. I was beautiful to them.
I had no idea where the Volturi were, but I knew they would find me and come. I mean, how many people a day, or even a thousand years, do you see walking into your old city with inhuman beauty and no skin exposed in the beginning of a still hot autumn??
I wandered aimlessly until I saw a shadow flicker next to the clock tower. I took a step forward, breathed in, and walked towards my fate.
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