I do not own anything Twilight related. That is Stephanie Meyer ownership. I do however own Araminta Cullen.

Chapter One

I hate school. It is a living hell. How many times have I endured this? Maybe for the thirtieth time of my life.

The same crap repeats over and over at each school.

Teen girls repeating the same monologues in every school (nonetheless, the location):

"Who broke up with whom?"

"Who slept with whom?"

"Did you see her outfit? That is so last season!"

"She's such a fat, ugly bitch! I hate her!"

Gossip, sex, and drama are a teenager's life.

God it's like a bloody episode of Gossip Girl.

These silly humans don't even understand the dangers that lurk around them. They don't know if he or she possess a dangerous, inhuman gift.

And they can take them away forever, turning them into loyal slaves. Just like I was.

I shook my head roughly. I didn't want to think about those days. Why couldn't I let the past go?

I have everything I desperately wished about during those silent and lonely nights while roaming inside that cold castle.

A loving father and sweet mother, annoying, protective "older" brothers and caring, fashion-sense-crazy "older" sisters, money, a car, a house, hunting anytime I want, freedom, cell phone…

Did I cling to the past because I want to relieve the horrors of past and the wrongdoing that will send me to hell? So I can repent for my sins? Is it because I am going to walk this earth in regret? And anger? And being the soulless creature I am, my punishment is to forever relieve the agony and pain, which I have bestowed on others I deemed unworthy.

Even with my incredibly huge family, I feel lonely.

Don't get me wrong, I have the best and wonderful family in the world. They would bend over backwards for me and I would do the same for them, but they have companions except for Edward. He is a young vampire compared to the hundreds of years I have lived. He'll find a mate soon.

Hopefully soon. Edward is so moody all the time. Emmett laughs it off as Edward being "sexually repressed" since he is a hundred-something year old virgin. Emmett tried that trick on me once and I convinced Rosalie to take away sex for a month.

Who is the sex craved dog now? I thought scornfully.

Then, it will just be me surrounded by a house of mated vampires whilst brooding over the fact I am destined to be a lonely and virginal vampire for the rest of my cold existence.

Sometimes, I feel sorry for Jasper, who will have to feel my cold and bitter emotions, and I feel sorry for Edward having to hear my every cynical thought.

At times like this, when I brooding over my existence, I wished Aro would have never found me dying of blood loss in the grassy England fields.

Why couldn't my mad father completely stab me with the pitchfork?

If he did the job thoroughly, I would be dead and Aro would have never found me.

Then, I wouldn't have served blindly. I would have never followed and obeyed willingly.

I disgust myself.

He only wanted me for my power. If that's what you call it. I think the term is more like disability or weakness.

My power is so hurtful and damaging to everyone and everything.

I hate it.

Why couldn't I have the ability to shoot out butterflies or be Cupid?

It would be so much better.

I've killed mercilessly and cruelly with my power. It's that dangerous.

Since I was a member for the Volturi for five hundred and thirty years, vampires know of me and they cower in fear if they meet me.

They act as if I am Jane. I thought with a snarl.

Carlisle, the compassionate vampire he is, took me in and became like a father-figure to me. Esme didn't even question me when I arrived at their house. She immediately ushered me to a room to put my stuff. That is how I considered her my mother by first glance.

Even though they our way younger than me, they are still my parents.

My power: just one touch of my hand and a human can have the life sucked out of them leaving them in a dead coma state. Just one touch of my hand, a vampire will be drained of their energy sending them into a deep sleep of pain and agony (they relive their worst memories or fears and I get to see it replay in my mind).

And I wished I could use my power on that stupid, ignorant human named Jess Stanton or Jesse Stan or Jessica Stanley or something stupid like that. She wouldn't stop gushing to another human—a new girl apparently, Isabella Swan, I think that's her name—about how the Cullen family is "weird and strange and antisocial" whilst warning her off about Edward disinterest in any girl at the school—which is a pathetic stab at how Edward never found her interesting.

One touch, one little touch, Jessica dear, and you'll never be able to blab your stupid mouth again. I sneered ominously.

"Araminta," Edward hissed. I rolled my eyes. Stay out of my head then! "I could if you would stop thinking of violent deaths involving Stanley."

Emmett snickered quietly. Rosalie rolled her eyes, uninterested, while picking at her nails. Jasper was stiff from the mood swings and trying not to think about the human blood. Alice smiled joyfully looking at a fashion magazine.

Why is she smiling? There is no joy in this world.

"Can't you at least think positively for once?" Edward snarled, cringing at my thoughts.

Emmett let out a booming laugh, which scared a poor freshman girl walking past our table.

"Yeah, and Alice doesn't have Gucci on speed dial," he laughed. Alice stuck her tongue out at him. We ignored their interruption.

"Please, Edward, you call me a pessimistic? You're the poster child for the crazy." I spat, raising my hand threateningly. He flinched at my subtle threat.

"You hear thoughts and I think bad thoughts. There is a difference," I said smugly.

"At least I don't use my power over some mindless chatter," he said defensively.

I raised a perfect eyebrow. "Are you sure you just didn't contradict yourself there, slick?" I smirked haughtily.

Edward growled lowly at being outsmarted.

Emmett focused his two-year old attention span on us by hung onto our every word hoping for a fight. When Edward and I fight, it gets really intense. Like accidentally causing an earthquake intense.

"God, dude, you got outsmarted by a fourteen year old, Eddie," Emmett teased grinning hugely. Edward rolled his eyes and I smirked smugly.

"This is freaking rare. Check this out; the mind-reader got outsmarted by a mind trick. Ha!"

"Technically, she's seven hundred and five years old and can easily outsmart anyone, genius," Rosalie snapped, rolling her eyes.

She was right, of course, I've lived and experienced so much more than them to be able to easily outsmart them.

"Shut up," Emmett whined childishly. That's the best thing about him—he was a kid at heart.

A sweet smell of human blood floated our way.

Jasper automatically stiffened. Alice placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. I straightened in my seat and stuck out my gloved hands just in case if I had to detain him.

Out of all of us, Jasper was affected the most by human blood.

I have lived off human blood during my early years, 1300ths to 1700ths. When I was still with the Volturi, Carlisle lived there for a while and taught me how to live on animal blood. Then, the next 305 years, I have been officially on the vegetarian diet.

Next to Carlisle, I had the best self-control because I have slowly became immune to the smell of human blood. It comes with old age.

"I must beseech you, Jasper, to not think about it. Think about who could win between a fight me or Edward… Map out the advantages and disadvantages…Who has the upper hand in defense?…Am I going to win because I am more experienced in battle or is Edward going to win with his mind tricks?…Am I going to take away his energy right away to watch him suffer or am I going to hit him in the face with my shoes?…Or during our betwixt, is he going to cheat reading my mind…" I said in a soothing trance-like voice encouragingly taking his mind off the matter of blood.

He sat stiffly with his eyes closed tightly, no doubt thinking of a strategy on the battlefield.

His eyes fluttered open, letting out a breath of air when that human walked away.

"Thank you," he muttered. I didn't move or blink. He could feel my emotions—encouragement, strength, love, patience, and understanding.

"How do you do it?" Emmett asked, awed.

"Years and years of practice," I mumbled uneasily.

During my early years, when I served the Masters, Aro, Caius, and Marcus, I was always put in charge of the newborns whenever we dealt with them. My power would gain control over them and they couldn't fight it off. I scared them stiff. The smell of blood sent them into a frenzy state, so I adopted the trancelike voice to calm them down.

Absentmindedly, I trailed my fingers over a couple of newborn bites on my arm. I didn't have as much scars as Jasper, but I had a minimum of fifteen.

Vampires are scared of the mighty and powerful Volturi. The ones who dared to disrespect a highly respected member of the Volturi was the first to be tortured by Jane, killed by Felix or Demetri.

Edward was glaring darkly over at a beautiful blushing brunette over at Stanley's table. She shrunk in her seat and turned around quickly. She was pretty for a human I realized. With long dark brown locks and chocolate brown eyes, her pale skin clashed perfectly. If it wasn't for her obvious human looks, she could be mistaken for a vampire.

Edward shot me a dark look. I gracefully flipped him off in my mind. He rolled his eyes shooting me a crooked smile I love. I smiled sweetly at him.

We got on each other's nervous, but we still loved each other.

I knew Alice was his favorite, but I felt special to hold a place in his guarded heart.

I don't play favorites—my siblings all mean the same to me—though Jasper does hold a special place in my guarded heart, which I would never reveal to any of my sisters or brothers. All of their different quirks and styles influence the reasons why I love them.

I turned my head to see a human checking out Rose.

Rolling my eyes at his ignorance, I scoffed a little. Rose would never even look at him. She is shallow enough to love the attention from mortal men, but she was Emmett's soul mate—her heart belongs to him and his belongs to her.

That is downside to our immortality—our beauty.

To Rose, it was a gift from the heavens.

To me, external beauty is a pain in the arse.

Forever she will look like a model that comes out of Sports Illustrated, she was gorgeous with long perfect wavy blond hair, tall and slender body, and long legs.

I, however, was forever stuck in the body of a fourteen year old with the mind of an old woman.

Forever, I will have thin lank straight chestnut brown hair that reached under my breasts.

Forever, I will have a skinny and short body. (I am the smallest in the family. I am 4'9. Stupid Alice. She's taller than me by one inch.)

Forever, I will have a small face with a button nose, haunted golden eyes, and full lips.

On the outside, I was breathtakingly beautiful to the opposite and same sex.

On the inside, I was ugly with a cold heart, stuffy personality, and a sarcastic mouth to help guard my walls.

How is it that for a beautiful creature, I, too, suffered like an insecure human on the inside?

"See you guys later," Alice muttered. She left the table and walked gracefully out of the cafeteria with Jasper following behind her.

Emmett was whispering naughty things in his wife's ear. She giggled and smiled saucily at him before flipping her hair back.

This no sex punishment is really taking a toll on him.

Rolling my eyes, I nodded at Eddikkins, who was across the cafeteria to go to Biology.

He[KG1] [KG2] narrowed his eyes at me for the nickname. I flashed him a huge grin, which he shook his head as he walked out of the cafeteria.

Rosalie gracefully walked away from the table with a little sway to her hips.

Emmett licked his lips.

"Umm, she is so hot," he muttered quietly.

"Why did she marry you? I guess it will always stay a mystery to me," I snorted.

"Please. You're just jealous you don't get any action," he grinned cheekily.

"I would rather live alone for eternity than be stuck with a sex-craved animal like you," I said cynically.

"Now I know why you're alone. No one wants to put up with your cynical and sarcastic bullshit, Araminta," he retorted.

"Hardy har har," I said sarcastically, faking laughter. "You are just too funny, Emmy!"

"See, there you go," he frowned disappointedly at me before he walked away.

I rolled my eyes.

Getting up from the table, I walked out of the cafeteria to get to my next class, English II Honors.

Luckily, I took Algebra I Honors and English I Honors last semester, so I am done with those classes.

I hate being a freshman all over again.

Three more years, I thought grimly. Three more years.