This new story is based off the character Joham in the Twilight Saga. He is the father of Nahuel, Serena, Maysun and Jennifer. The four vampire/human hybrids. The reason I am making this is because Joham will eventually be mentioned in Innocent Betrayal: Part 2, when I write it. So I wanted those who didn't know much about him to have information on him. I hope you like it :)

Inner Destruction

Chapter One- Joham

Portugal, 1600.

Rain poured down on the roof of the small house that held the single man inside. Candles were lit all over the creaky desk that had wax built up along the edges, it dripping off the corners of the wooden desk, but drying before it could reach any farther down the side of it. The man sitting in the creaking chair was hunched over an old dusty book he got off someone, he was a sneaky, cold man who did anything he wanted to get what he needed.

Stealing the thick book within it held the thin, easy to rip pages. What was scrawled on the pages was just another thing he "needed" another thing to drive his obsession. The man whispered to himself, reading quickly over the pages. He skimmed quickly, only really reading what would draw his attention. Joham was a man who just turned 40, he was born in the 1560's.

Joham, was also a self-styled scientist. He was easily able to get obsessed over things, he had the obsessed personality that anyone should be worried about. But thankfully for others, he kept to himself most of the time. Currently, he was involved in anything that was involving the occult. He stayed hunched over the book, running his fingers across the page until he would get to the edge and flip it. His black hair would fall over his eyes, it had been a while since he trimmed it himself, his scruffy stubble was in patches over his face and the front of his neck.

His eyes were a deep blue, he stood at 5'10 being thin and the danger flooded from him quietly, he was hardly stood near. Anyone who didn't know him acted like he was a disease that would hurt them just by looking at them. Joham being so self centered on his own studies hardly left his home, unless he needed to collect new things to help with his obsessions.

This book held dark words that most people in his village wouldn't dare say. Everyone near him were afraid of the devil, they were afraid of change, of disease. If you uttered a word of satan or of not being afraid of him, they were afraid you'd bring a curse upon your house. Or upon them. No, nothing was ever said out right, but there was always whispers or gossip that someone would cause something to someone. There were rumors of the devil coming and praying on innocent beings who didn't pray enough, didn't stay in the light enough or were too afraid.

Little did they know that soon a new hell would be released on them, no witch trials had begun, no pure talk of the devil giving women contracts to be his workers. Nothing of that yet. But if they were afraid of a devil being among them, they did point to Joham. The man was too dark, too spooky to even be near the other people.

Joham was by now growing frustrated, he was tired of not having the right kind of answers. The book he took only held a little of what he actually wanted to know. Though, just about when he was about to close the book, he noticed something. It was in small writing under a few paragraphs.

A slow grin crossed his face as he read the page out loud, speaking in english...

"Vampire...the living dead...survives on the blood of humans..." A sadistic grin came across his face as he continued reading. The page continued on, telling how much everything was increased, how much better it was to be "the living dead". Anyone else who didn't believe in vampires who would read this would scoff at it, probably even laugh. But some people around him who did believe in it would fear it, they'd cringe away at the thought and try to lock their doors to keep the monster out. Only, Joham wanted to be that monster. He wanted to know how it felt to be powerful, to be able to do anything he wanted. To have more control over life or death.

Joham noticed a small, little symbol in the bottom corner of the page, he had seen it before in other places but he couldn't remember exactly where. Standing up from the chair, the floor creaked underneath his heavy shoes. He stepped back and closed the book, casually nodding to himself as he began thinking. He blew out the candles and walked to the door in the complete darkness, the only light that came in was when he opened the front door. He stepped outside and closed the door behind him and began walking down the street away from the house.

He needed to find where he saw the little symbol. The symbol was a cresent moon, with lines all around it. The lines would swirl outward and connect with each other all around the moon. It remained in Joham's head as he searched, it was twilight then, soon it would be dark. It didn't matter to him though, he'd keep searching throughout the night.

I didn't make it too long because I wanted to see how many reviews and hits it got first, but I hope I get quite a few. Thank you!