AN: I took down my first chapters in order to replace them with all the appropriate corrections. This is a repost of my first chapter.
Special thanks to KelseyJane and Sonja from PTB who thoroughly took care of my texts and encouraged me to continue. I really can't thank them enough. I also need to thank all of you who reviewed the first four un-beta' d chapters despite my mistakes. I hope to have weekly updates . The waves are still wild around the island.
Disclaimer: Twilight and it's characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own the plot of this story.
Wild Waves of Eternity
Chapter One : The Smell
The smell came to me in waves. Wild waves, like those around the island. In my 107 years of existence I had never felt this way. Not even during those first years of thirst.
Back then I was uncontrollable and my victims countless. My only criteria were the grades of innocence or better yet, guilt.
I managed to harm mostly criminals. The worst of them. Murderers, rapists, sadists or instigators of crimes of any kind. It was so easy to find them. Easy for someone who can read minds.
I was a cosmopolitan; a citizen of the world. I could pass by unnoticed wherever I chose; North and South America, Europe, Asia, Oceania, Africa. However, I prefer to not be near parties, clubs, or most social functions.
My natural weakness for obtaining knowledge had always led me near places attached to civilization. Schools, universities, libraries, even hospitals after my newborn state.
My natural weakness for human blood had always led me to dark alleys, basements, backstairs, secluded houses, parking lots, deserts, war locations, harbors. A cosmopolitan of the underworld, the garden of Eden for my kind.
My thirst was always my compass. After my rebellious period, it was easier to mix my presence with the humans during the day. I had to become a little pickier. My evening excursions were less frequent thanks to a new found interest of mine.
Females. They had their share in crime and they were so, but so willing to participate in my crimes. They just didn't know they would end up to becoming the final victims. They usually smelled a little better than men, especially the young ones.
There were times I almost had second thoughts about terminating someone's life even though I was sure they deserved it. Almost...
I would never imagine I would be here, in this tiny piece of land, alone, if a simple image had passed a second earlier or a second later from my last victim's mind.
It was exactly 50 years ago.
June 20, 1960 , London.
It was the anniversary of the day I was born both as human and as a vampire. Two births with a 17 year age difference.
Today is June 20, 2010, my birthday.
I had always combined the memory of this day with important events but nothing could have prepared me for this night.
The sea around the island was constantly uneasy. Monstrous waves were hitting the rocks like guardian dragons, their only ambition to keep this place and the monsters on it away from humanity. This place was my purgatory.
But the sea waves this night were mixed with something unimaginable appealing for the one monster nature could not claim. A "living" dead man.
If I was in a poetic mood I would compare the feeling with the one described by Homer in Odyssey: "The call of a Siren".
My mood was nothing a poet could describe in human terms.
Cause no human could feel the need to consume one of his kind, as I was for the body who owned that divine smell.
I started running at tremendous speed. My senses were unmistakable. I knew where the source was despite the heavy darkness. The cliffs at the north part of the island were killers.
Nothing could approach them in one piece. Nothing except a tiny body pinned in a small hollow between two rocks. That hollow was calling me like food to a hungry lion after months of starvation.
Nature would justify the lion. Nature would never justify me.
It took me one minute to approach the small human. The monster had already started cataloging everything about it. Female...young...thin...dark hair...pale skin and...owner of the most incredible smell. Floral, rich but delicate. Perfect.
A terrifying growl escaped from the monster, like a warning towards the island, the waves, the living creatures and the dead cliffs.
"MINE."
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