This is the first chapter of the series. Just to see the response on the idea. This story is going to be very high on supernatural. The origin of the all the kinds and of course love and betrayal.

Disclaimer: SM Owns the twilight.

Chapter 1, shadow of the Past

Everyone in their lifetime thought about changing their past, change in their reaction or action in some short of situation which have lifelong impact on you. An impact so severe; so full of regret that, all of your life you will keep thinking about that one particular moment. That moment when you held the power to stop yourself from being succumbed to that regret.

But at least there is an end to that regret. Death.

When you die, you leave everything behind. Your acts, your memories, you loved ones, the one who hated you and that moment of regret, but when you an immortal even that privilege seems to be stolen away.

You must be thinking I am crazy. Nothing can be so severe that a human cannot forget and no one is immortal. Well, if you are Renesmee Cullen, both of above arguments are not true. I am a half vampire, last one of my kind and I am an immortal, a curse that I adored all my childhood but hating to the core now. I was born with the fascination with the word forever. Like mother like daughter, but sometime I wish I wasn't like my mother.

A small walk through these corridors again made all the memories flashed through my mind. All the curses I live with, all the mistakes I had done, all the things I so desperately wants to change flashed through my eyes. Mocking me, playing with me. Teasing me about the mess I made in my life.

I still don't know why I am forced to come here again. The white marble on these walls, ever so shinny are just the representation of fake royalty and leadership. Taunting the weaker ones of their low status in our world.

My steps took me faster when I smelled the scent of human wandering into corridors just like me. Kids, women and men alike, laughing and enjoying their vacation. So oblivious to their fate. No one of them will survive to see another day because of what my kind will say hunting. Hunting…ha, more like killing of innocent for pleasure of their mind.

Vampires do not need to hunt humans. We can live of animals or donated blood or the clone blood developed by human scientist, but that doesn't satisfy the carnal need of my kind. They want to kill these innocent human just because they can.

But who I am to complain. No one have killed more than me. Not the Volturi, nor any other coven. The people I killed in a single day, with a single decision that I regret till this day.

I kept walking, ignoring the joyful laugh of the humans but brought back to present by a sound from my side.

"This way Miss Renesmee." Voice came from of beautiful petite girl, human pet of Volturi guard who do their dirty work in the bright light of sun.

I nodded at her direction and followed her pursuit. Volturi had asked for the company of entire Vampire race at their castle. An annual gala to celebrate the glorious days of the extinction of the Moon children. Another race being extinct because of our fear of being threatened.

Everyone in our race, including my father, portrays them as a mindless beast who knew nothing but to kill the humans and a threat to vampire existence. But I know, that is far from the truth.

The human pet brought me to the giant hall in which I once stood as the part of Volturi, but now as a mere guest. It was then my senses assaulted with the scent of the wolf. Not a real wolf but a moon child. Chained heavily by titanium rings, only few of human elements that hold the power to enslave our kinds.

I looked at his direction. His face bruised heavily and blood dripping from his mouth. Long gashed of the metal whipping on his back and chest. Head hung unconsciously with dark bags under his eyes. Everyone who came in hall after me goes straight to the prisoner to taunt him or just whip his unconscious body just for the sake of it.

I was not at all surprised by the condition he was subjected to, instead I would say it was more of a mercy showed by the guard not to kill him horrendously.

"Ahh! Little Renesmee, It's nice to have your company today." Came the sweet sickening voice of my old master for which I was ready to die once.

"Not that I had a choice, Aro!" I replied with no hint of enthusiasm as my old master is portraying in front of me. "Your guard were hunting my contacts just to get me here. So I cut the chase and came." I answered in my monotone voice, which was normal for me these days.

"I am sorry for the inconvenience caused by my guard. They just wanted to get the message for this gala to you. After all how can we celebrate our gracious victory on the last of our enemies without our old family? Rex will be very happy to see his mate again." He said in his very calm and sweet accent that I now despised to core and with the mention of his name all the bitterness I held inside came to my mouth.

"I am not here for him or anyone else. I am here so you can stop hunting me down. I came and now I want to leave." I cannot even hold my hiss down at bay. Even though I know he can kill me off, Burn my limbs and subject me to torture far greater than any moon child has ever subjected to. I simply didn't care. After all what I have done in my life. It will be very less of a punishment then I deserve.

"Ahh! You hold grudges against him." Aro smiled at me. I gritted my teeth but held my tongue. "I want nothing more in this world then for both of you rekindle your relation again" He said.

I opened my mouth to reply but his eyes flashed to me and i held my voice as he continue. "But, I can't force you to do that, but I will be pleased if you stay for some more time. May be see your family again." He said with a smile.

First Rex and now my old family. Like hell I want to see them. But even though I know the polite tone of Aro but I am blinded to the threat behind it. He want me to stay and if I want to leave alone I had to stay.

I nodded instead of replying. "I beg your pardon it seems, Cullens are here. Will you please excuse me and enjoy the gala. Do not be ashamed to taste the blood. It's fresh" He said and disappeared. I know it's fresh my hearing is good enough to hear the screams of human being butchered in the dungeon of the castle. But who I am to complain. They can't butcher more than I did.