Final Days

CHAPTER 1

As the rain trickled down the windshield of my rented Mustang I questioned myself why I flew from my home in Iceland to Forks, Washington. Actually I knew exactly why I traveled all this way. I could not let Carlisle die without knowing the truth. He might hate me after he knew, but it was not right that I had kept this secret from him for all these years.

I have not seen Carlisle in nearly a hundred and fifty years. In that time I know many things have changed in both our lives. The life I used to live that was ruled by blood and power seems like a distant memory to me now. The lies that I told and the manipulations that I did on both humans and vampires alike were so unforgivable I am surprised that Aro did not have me killed. I guess he would not since some of the attacks were his orders. I can't think of this now. I have tried so hard to put that in the past. Plus it will only add to my anxiety of meeting Carlisle.

Not only was I anxious to see Carlisle again, but also to meet his family. He has a wife, children and recently even a grandchild. Oh yes that was the other reason I was here. I had to see for myself this half breed and see if Aro is correct in his desire to exterminate this child. If it were a normal vampire baby there would be no question, but with it being half human I think there might be a small chance that it will not have the uncontrollable blood lust that I saw with numerous vampire children.

Since the Volturi are the disciplinarians for the vampires, once they make their decision it is final and nobody had ever stood up against them. What was Carlisle thinking going against their decision? Not only telling them that his grandchild should not be killed but also using the fact that he has no enemies to manipulate other covens into helping him. And vampires say I am a manipulator. I fear that Carlisle with think I manipulated him all these years by not telling him the truth about myself.

In my defense, I have not used my ability on anyone vampire or human since I decided to leave my former life and all its comforts. I really have had no reason to. Life is wonderful. My home is located in Holar, Iceland with a population of less than a thousand. With such a small population I am able to live a free existence. I can lie out in the sun and nobody is around to see me shimmer. My little house sits on a green field with gently rolling hills in the distance. I miss my little house and think that I could not have picked a better place to begin a new life.

I moved to Iceland to make a living and I knew that I could have plenty of peace and quiet to write my books. Having seen so much in my life I used my knowledge to write historical fiction. I have written under many pen names but I keep going back to Simone Bere, my family name.

But now that I am placing myself back into vampire society, and in such a public way, I am sure a message will be sent to me from Aro very soon. I hope I do not bring more trouble to Carlisle then he already has, but I can't see how much more my presents could hurt anything.

I must have not been paying attention because I had driven through Forks and was almost to my turn off for the Cullen house. I arrived much sooner than I had thought I would with the rainy weather. They lived outside of town which I guess gave then the privacy and freedom that I enjoy so much back home.

As I was turning on the driveway, and my fear hit an all time hight,and I detected a horrible smell. Werewolves! I have come across very few in my time, but that is a stench you never forget. Surely Carlisle can smell them if I can. As I drove down the long tree lined drive I saw the house come into sight. As I got closer I could see the house come into view. An all glass house… yea, they have total privacy isolated out here surrounded by the woods. Someone knew a lot about architecture and from the glimpse I got of the inside, someone also had an eye for interior design.

As I parked I saw what I had smelled walk right out the front door and past my car without even looking my way. In fact it was two werewolves. What was Carlisle thinking? Was he so scared of the Volturi that he would take anyone who would help?

I looked up at the door and saw my dear old friend Carlisle moving out to see who was unexpectedly coming for a visit. I laid my head on the steering wheel. Ok this is my last chance to turn around and drive out of here and go back to my little simple existence in Iceland and not have to think of any of this anymore. No, I had lived with this secret long enough. It was time to come clean. I lifted my head and looked towards the figure standing in the doorway. I could not make out if face because of the light pouring out of the doorway behind him, but I knew it was him. I did not grab anything from the car. This way if Carlisle did ask me to leave I could make a speedy exit. I slowly opened the car door.