A/N: This is my first Fanfiction, so please be nice to me. I have thought about writing this a long time. I am not really good at Canon, but I think this is Canon-friendly. I am not that good at history however, and some of those facts may be wrong. Like, I don't know if they actually had an emperor on their time, but I'm not going to change that. So, I have been thinking, why was Caius transformed into a vampire. This is MY version of why. Maybe I am going to write a little bit about why he was running away from the Romanian coven, but only if I get good reviews. (Hint Hint) :) Please feel free to correct anything I write wrong. Ps: This is the book, and not the movie. Caius is mid-40s and has white hair. Not blonde. I do not own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer does. The only difference is that I give name to the unnamed characters. :)

Italics are thoughts, flashbacks, or in some cases sound effects.

Caius POV

Greece – Before 1300 B.C

I raised my sword and was about to attack the pale man in front of me. But before I could even blink, he was gone. I turned around, but he was nowhere to be seen. I angrily put the sword down, but I didn't put it away. In case he was going to reappear or even attack me.

The pale man has been sneaking around in the forests outside of our town. If anyone was threatening us, we would track them down and kill them. And with "we" I meant me and the other soldiers.

A while ago many mysterious deaths were reported. We decided to find the ones who killed our citizens.

We searched the woods, because they were most likely going to hide there. Of course, there was a chance that the murderer actually was one of the residents, but most likely not.

After some days, some of our men finally reported seeing a mysterious pale man sneaking around. We chased the man and tried to corner him. But each time we neared him he just seemed to vanish into thin air.

Personally I have never believed in witchcraft, but now I started wondering. How could he just disappear?

I had often been accused for witchcraft myself. But only because of my snow white hair. I wasn't even that old! Why did I have white hair?! Well, I have always had white hair. And pale skin. I knew white hair wasn't normal, but that didn't mean I was a witch. Or rather a wizard in my case. Some people even said I was possessed by a demon.

I was pretty high up in the ranks however, and the emperor assured me I would not be killed because of my white hair. I was one of his strongest and smartest soldiers. And I was a good strategist.

Now I had finally encountered the pale man, but just like the other times, he disappeared. But I wasn't going to let him run away again. Too much was at stake. Not only the safety of our town, but also my pride and honour.

I turned back to where he stood, and then I began running as fast as I could. I didn't know if he went this way, but I had to at least try to catch him. I ran in what felt like an eternity. Suddenly I saw a blur in front of me. I skidded to a stop and so did the blur. It was the pale man again!

I had managed to catch up with him. Now I had to think of a way to get him to stay. And fast. In my experience he would run away again. I needed him to stay so I could kill him.

"Are you a coward, or are you a man," I asked. "You could either run away, or fight against me. It's your choice. But the first option will make you look like a coward," I challenged him. It seemed to agitate him. I smirked to him.

I had always been sadistic, and I loved it when I was able to agitate my enemy. It was so much easier to kill them. I could make them run at me, even if they didn't have any weapons themselves, and then I could stab them when they tried to attack me.

"I am not the coward here," he said. "You are the one who has a sword, what do I have as a weapon? Only cowards fight unfair battles," he continued. Now I was the one who got angry and he saw it.

Anger had always been one of my biggest gifts, and one of my biggest curses. I often used it to my advantage. But if my enemies knew how to use it to their advantage, then I was as near as dead already. I hated it when my enemy was smart enough to use my own tricks against me. I had to use a big amount of self-control to stop myself from killing him.

He was going to agitate me until I dropped my sword and he had the upper hand. But I wasn't going to be stupid enough to let that happen. It didn't matter if I did it the "right" way or not, as long as I got to kill him.

"I am not stupid," I said in a calm voice. At least I tried to be calm. "I don't care if I fight fair or not, you are going down," I threatened him. He smirked. I didn't like it.

"Well, then I am not going to fight fair either," he said in a calm voice. But I could see the evil glint in his eyes. I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I got a bad feeling.

Suddenly he disappeared again, but I could feel his breath on my neck. I turned around as fast as I could and I swung my sword at him. I had aimed at his head. But he held the sword blade between his thumb and index finger. How did he do that?! I thought frantically. I gasped out loud in shock.

He took his other hand around my sword and pulled it out of my hands, then he threw it to the side. How did he do that without cutting himself?! All this happened in some few seconds. I stopped breathing. Then he ran into me so hard that I flew backwards some meters and fell to the ground. I gasped for air. He stood over me with a smirk. I scowled at him. I tried to kick him, but it was useless.

Suddenly he had me standing on the ground again with him behind me and his hands on my head and shoulder. He pushed my head to the side and bit me right in the neck. What in the world was he doing?! I began feeling weaker and dizzy. And then the pain shot through me like an arrow.

I wanted to scream until my lungs were bleeding. The pain started in my neck. It went down to my arms, and all the way to the fingertips. Down to the stomach and all the way down to the toes. It felt like every fiber in my body were burning.

I had never felt such intense pain before. Did the pale man burn me alive or something?! I wondered if he had killed me and I had been sent to hell. Was this punishment for all my sins? Was this punishment for scorning the gods? Was this punishment for not fighting fair? I doubted that the latter was true, but who knows? It felt like a thousand fires at the same time.

It felt like I was being burned in an eternity. And with each second that passed, I was more and more sure that this was hell. I screamed until my lungs exploded. Not literally, but it felt like that. Sometimes I would try to open my eyes, but I could only see flames upon flames. The pain was unbearable.

To say that the pain was ripping my body apart would be an understatement. To say that the devil himself was torturing me was an understatement. All pain in the world was an understatement. The pain I now felt was something that didn't belong to this world. But now, even thinking began making the pain worse. Everything I did made the pain worse.

I was able to open my eyes. Above me stood the pale man, smirking at my pain. Maybe he was the devil.

"Kill me," I begged him. "Please kill me, the pain... it's unbearable."

I closed my eyes as he didn't say anything. He was going to let me burn forever.

I tried to not move or do anything, but the screams were already building up in my throat. It took only a second before I started screaming again. This went on in what felt like an eternity.

A/N: Review please. This is my first story after all. I want to know what was good and what was bad. And when the "pale man" said: "Well, then I am not going to fight fair either", he meant that he is going to use his supernatural powers.

Ps: It is going to be more chapters, don't be afraid. This is just the start.