Disclaimers and legal junk: I do not own Twilight. I have never owned Twilight and I make no money from any of this. This is an Original character story but you can expect to see everyone's favorite vampire family. Please read and review ^^
Chapter 1
I am the vampire Amshall. I remember clearly seven years ago when I entered into my new life; when I first felt my hard skin, when I first saw my scarlet eyes, the color of fresh spilled blood. I was truly awake now; before this there was no existence, I had been tested in fire and come out awake and immortal! My maker, my master Ashman, was my teacher and nurturer for my first years. He showed me how to hunt and the proper way to make sure no pesky humans would think too much of the corpse and he made sure i knew that no humans could know of us. Of course I obeyed my dear Ashman's every word, for who was wiser than him? My master made dozens like us but Sarah, Solomon, Zachariah and I were his favorites. Ashman was looking for powerful and interesting gifts to make war with, and we perked his interest. He would never tell me who we would make war with and none of the others seemed to know either; with the possible exception of Sarah, she was his mate after all, she would never tell though. The others resented that we were Ashman's favorites; they hated us for our gifts and many times tried to kill us. But the never could, we survived every time. One time they rose up and we destroyed the entire army in defense, Ashman just smiled and said 'Aro would love this', I had no idea who Aro was but Master was happy. Ashman rebuilt his army after that. We had to hunt and all the new borns needed blood, we brought the new borns victims but us five hunted ourselves. One day Ashman didn't come back, we waited weeks. Sarah was hysterical muttering this and that and something about the Italians coming after her, after that she ordered us to kill all the new borns. She was Ashman's mate we should listen to her, but we couldn't kill them all. I spared two that were almost a year old and told them to run. I suspect the other did something similar. We knew the blood lust died down at a year old and that was when we normally disposed of them because that when their strength waned also. We told them that they must remain hidden from humans, to never let a human see them in the sun, to hide the bodies. We thought they could be safe, make a life for themselves. We stayed with Sarah who said we must keep moving. We never stayed in one spot for long. She was obviously becoming unusually anxious and suspicious. Then came the day Zachariah and Solomon said we should flee from her, she was paranoid. She might attack us and out of respect for Ashman we could not kill her. So we ran. It was during this time we took to wearing mirrored sunglasses to hide our scarlet eyes, they tended to scare humans. Eventually our little group disbanded Solomon went north, Zachariah said he was going to Europe, and I went west toward the great mountains. I missed them very much.
I have yet to see any of them yet, nor any other blood drinkers for that matter. A crashing loneliness hit me when I realized, I no longer had anyone. No hand for mine. No ears for my words. No shoulder for my tears. Solomon and Zachariah were my constant companions; first under Ashman then when we fled Sarah. I was never far from one of my coven, but now I was alone. Eventually I learned to cope; I took up hobbies to keep my mind off things. Nearly night for night I watched the humans. Sometimes I would sit in a restaurant and watch the patrons (I soon learned to order something and at the very least pretend to eat, or it not only drew attention but sometimes even got me thrown out), other times I would wander a local mall or just walking down the street in a city. I wondered 'what do humans think about?' and 'how do they survive with such weak and soft bodies?' or other questions, several times I asked humans. They always looked at me oddly when I did. This watching almost always ended with me luring away one of the humans I was studying. Observation and philosophy could wait for me to eat. Needless to say humans greatly fascinated me. This is likely because I remember absolutely nothing of my human life, only the fire and my life as a vampire. Ashman always found this bizarre, usually at least some memories would survive the change he explained. Sadly mine did not. But I digress; I traveled observing my prey all the while learning what these humans were like, inevitably what I must have been like before Ashman found me. I wandered all up and down the west coast, going from city to city, a nomad in the truest sense. All the sunshine in the more southern states made it difficult to move about but there was so much to do in them! I rather enjoyed the City of Angels, plenty to do at night; from clubs to malls. The way I look makes it difficult to get into some places, I appear very youthful in my mid to late teens I must have been changed, but beauty will get you everywhere and as a vampire that was in no short supply. I had one bad experience though when an automobile rolled by and its occupants shot projectiles in my direction. I had no idea firearms would even hurt me (considering so few things did) but low behold I was in pain and upon closer inspection I saw four small black holes in my chest. Of course this would have killed a human but after a few moments the bullets dropped from the wounds and my skin was as smooth as ever. I was quite (as the humans say) pissed off at those hooligans for shooting at me; needless to say I followed their scent and enjoyed drinking their blood. I crashed their car into a tree and set the car on fire, it would be considered an accident and the corpses would be too burned to tell that they had lost a lot of blood; oh I left them with enough so they couldn't move but were alive while they burned. With these modern forensics you couldn't be too careful. In hindsight I suppose that they could have meant to shoot the gent in blue who was standing next to me, I did smell gun oil on him or even the store I was in front of; oh well.
After that incident I headed north. The climate in the north-west was supposed to be very cloudy, which meant I could go about during the day more. On my way north I caught a scent I had not smelt in nearly two years; like nothing else the distinct odor of vampire.
Author's Notes- this is the first chapter. In the next few I will attempt to create a plot and I promise it will be more interesting. I just wanted to get the framework down pat and ready. Please read and review or I'll send Amshall after you^^
Oh and my profile pic is pretty much what Amshall looks like (im very proud of it since I did it on paint)