The Dhampir And The Wolf

AN : so… This is a little story I wrote once I finished my first Twilight Fanfic Morgana (or The Story of an Unusual Vampire), that you cannot find on ffnet yet (but I will update it, promise).

With this fanfic, I wanted to reconcile my love for European history and Twilight, and I think I did it pretty well.

FYI, Gwenaël is a Dhampir, meaning the offspring of a human mother and vampire father. He will eventually find the love of his life after years... decades... centuries of struggling.You can check my YT video: www . youtube . com / watch?v=sZmw2LtwITk (take off the spaces). I skim through centuries to deliver the essential to you, what makes him so exceptional to me...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Twilight Saga... Gwenaël and Morgana are mine, though, except for some traits belonging to Twilight and its rightful owner.

AND I do not earn anything, I just enjoy playing with their little virtual lives...

Prologue – I remember…

Heat

Heartbeats

Sweetness

Voice

Sleep

Narrow

Pain

Voice

Mouth

Teeth

BITE

Air

Worry

Mother

Worry

Fear

These are the first impressions I remember. I know little about the time I was in my mother's womb. Only these impressions. I remember how my mother's voice has felt to my growing ears. How I longed to see her. How I've been afraid and worried when I first saw the world. How I have felt different than my mother, and how I have felt different than my father.

I remember my father telling me my mother was going to be soon alright. That I had begun her healing by biting her to go out.

I remember the blood. The appealing and tasty blood. Although my father was grimacing any time he was giving me blood, I could only wonder why something so good could disgust him.

I remember the first time I laid my eyes on my mother, newly reborn, the need to reach and grab her. To be sure she really was there. I remember the ground under my hands and my knees, as I was coming closer to her.

I remember my parents talking together. I remember her clothing me, I remember the three of us going to hunt. I remember how my father's food didn't appeal us. I remember the fur of the first prey I saw dying. I remember my father yelling, and attacking my mother. I remember my mother grabbing me and leaving a fire burn where my father previously was.

I remember days passing by.

I remember my longing for love, more than only care. I remember trying to catch my mother's interest, and only meeting her dead eyes.

I remember the pain I was running from any time I was hunting alone. Trying to quench my thirst for love by blood. Unsuccessfully.

I remember feeling colder and colder inside until my heart stopped to ask for love.

I remember lying on the ground with a fawn, peacefully, and the sudden urge to hurt something hit me. And I felt the fawn was suddenly in pain, my hands in its fur. All I could do after that was ease its pain by killing it.

I remember the horror as I experimented and discovered I was causing pain to living beings. Only by wishing and touching it.

I remember how I never felt human, as my mother once had been, and how I never felt vampire either.

I remember feeling unique.

I remember feeling lonely.

AN : so that was the prologue… you can tell me now what you think or wait the first chapter… Reviews are what make an author live…