Rubble lay among them; some of the fighters lay dead, others bleeding. In the center stood Aro facing Margaret panting for his breath something no one had made him do…Margaret smiled saying, "Your mine," laced with malice. The battle raged!

Chapter 1: The Start of Everything to Come

Dominique whistled as he walked down the road to work at the butcher's shop. It was early morning, when everything was just waking when everything is full of hope.

Dominique left the house after kissing his wife and daughter good morning and wished them a good day, promising to return at dinner time. Needless to say Dominique was in a good mood. He was special, a different kind of human-a gifted human- because as he strolled down the road he tossed an air ball in his hand. It was something he did when he was alone it was a tick that had to be done.

Today was no different until a scream filled the sleepy air. Dominique's blood ran cold, he froze mid-step. Gasping for air as another scream came down behind Mangle's Bar, Dominique fall into a run reaching the screaming figure of Mary Shepard the Bar's maid. "Mary, what's wrong?" a twinge of an Irish accent hung in his deep voice as a petite blonde clung to him.

"Dominique, help me! He bit me!" she said eyes wide with fear, it when he finally noticed the small trickle of blood running down her neck. She clamped a hand over her wound when he noticed the dark figure lurking behind her. "Held it right there, sir!" he shouted shoving Mary behind him whispering, "Mary, run get help. I'll hold him back." Mary's retreating footsteps brought a small grin to his lips.

"Sir, I really think you should be taking your leave," his Irish accent filling the air. A musical laughter hit his ear, shocking him slightly. "Don't lie, Dominique it's very unbecoming. You were thinking about hitting me with your gift of wind," the voice said ending in a pitched ring.

His heart began to beat wildly but he swallowed back fear and called the wind to his aid forming a ball on his extend fingers. More laughter came from the man which set him off tossing a wind ball into his chest. He was gone; the ball flew straight through the alleyway. "Is that the best you can do Domin?" the voice said laughing once again. Dominique searched the area quickly tossing a wind ball to the middle of the alleyway to have it pop rushing toward the walls, something hit the wall.

"So you figured it out," the dark cloaking figure said no hint of laughter anywhere. In a blink of an eye, a beautiful heart-breaking man stood before him a smile on his face. "That makes you mine," his perfect lips said before Dominique could move, those lips attached to his neck.

Everything went black.

Chapter 2: New Born

Dominique was on fire and there was no way to stop it. The flames licked his body filling his veins, he couldn't even whimper from the pain. "He'll awake soon, brothers, no worries," the same voice filtered Dominique's mind. Fear buried any source of fire away; he started remembering the scene where he was dying in the beautiful man's arms.

That's way I hurt, am dying still? Dominique thought, worried about such event. "My pet, Domin. Yes, your dying but it's almost done," the musical voice spoke again directly above his ear. "Why?" Dominique thought at him yelling curses after. Laughter rang again before the answer came, "It's quite simple, Domin. You either die or become once you learn the truth of other beings. It would be a shame to lose such a gifted person."

The fire finally faded as did the sound of his heartbeat.

"Ahh," Dominique yelled as a thirst raged in his body, he crawled away from the live boy who was scared to pieces. Dominique has yet to taste the sweet blood of a human being. It had been two months since his forced change, Aro tried relentlessly to feed him human's blood and yet all he had the courage for was filthy animal's blood.

"I will not taste," he shouted to the vampires behind the steel enforced door, clearly waiting out his tantrum. The boy coward in a corner, eyes colored in fear. He mouthed, "Please don't hurt me," echoing loudly in Dominique's new sense of hearing. He stopped his damn habit of breathing; terminating the delicious scent of human in his mind and aching of his throat.

"Quiet boy," his accented musical voice whispered harshly, while his new hearing picked up a small heartbeat within the walls. "Come closer," he prayed till the heartbeat was behind a brick just above his head. He stood quickly and easily that the body could only use one word to describe it, graceful. Dominique focused on the wall, slamming a hand through it to pull out his prize a fat juicy rat. He bit into it letting the red liquid run past his tongue. The boy gasped in disgust as the well dressed and handsome man drink from a filthy creature.

"Be thankful it's not you," Dominique said as another rat scurried past. He began to wonder who was helping him on the outside, every time he came close to thinking of drinking from a human, something always appeared. He thanked whatever God still had pity on him even after what he had become, a vampire. He winced at the thought while drinking his fifth rat.

Aro, his maker, tried to enforce vampire knowledge in him, Dominique disputed at everything presented. For example being locked in a room with a human every night was punishment of some sort. "You will eat correctly," Aro had shouted at him tossing his weak being into the brick and steel room. Dominique had been told that being a new born, he would experience strength beyond any old vampire until he settled into being.

He had tested that theory effortlessly breaking out of the first twenty rooms till finally he couldn't leave the one he was currently trapped in. When he came to the last rat, his hunger was sedated. He sat next to the pile of rats that was his meal and thought.

Chapter 3: Conscience

Now all he had to do was to wait till sunrise to be free of the room. Every morning, Aro would waltz into the room frowning as he read Dominique's mind and found the human alive. Aro's handsome face would sigh as Dominique tried to make a break for the door only to have Chelsea stop him filling his being with love and devotion for Aro. Dominique hated her; she was mindless twit who believed anything Aro said. She had been turned about five years before him, a lowly whore made superior by a power seeking vampire.

He would be forced to do Aro's biddings without a second thought, till night time came and every detail of the day went through his mind. As for earlier that evening he had been forced to behead a vampire who broke the law and changed a child into an immortal. Dominique had been glad to do it, kill every vampire alive was his deep believed till he meet Ocie.

Ocie was an abandon new born who strongly decided that he would not drink human blood. Ocie had been a vampire for two hundred years and had not turned anyone into a new born or killed a human. He didn't deserve to die, Dominique also strongly believed that. He sighed, his body internally knew that the sun was about to raise and he would again face the tireless teaching of Aro and his duties.

Aro had two other vampire friends, he thought of as brothers being close in age and each believed in the same ideas. They were known to the world at large as the Volturi. Italy was currently their location and Dominique dearly missed America, where he had left family and land he worked so hard to earn. "Stop throwing yourself a pity party," he whispered to himself.

Aro walked in at that moment slamming open the steel door, "Yes do stop," he purred; growling at the live boy. The boy shuddered openly pushing into the wall; Aro smiled cruelly, "No matter how hard you try, you won't become the wall." Laughter filled the room; Dominique didn't rise from his position at the other end of the room. Aro snapped his fingers to which a petite man entered the room, short brown hair, styled clothes, and devilishly handsome.

"Yes, Master Aro," he sang bowing deeply inches from Aro's feet. Now it was Dominique's turn to shudder; Aro had bought Alec another Aro-made-lover. Alec also had a power when Aro came upon him; he was able stop a person or vampire alike from feeling anything. Dominique had yet to decide, whose power was worse; Alec's or his twin sister Jane's, who amplified a person's senses-the opposite of Alec. Either power was uncomfortable. Aro nodded pointing at Dominique before he was consumed in darkness.

"Domin," Aro's sweet voice sang to him as he laid him out on a table. He had been stripped of his clothes and cleaned; he flinched at the idea of someone touching him without permission. "That's a funny thought Domin. A Master needing to ask a pet's permission to do something," Aro said roughly clawing up Dominique's arm drawing blood before it closed once again. "My name is Dominique," he shouted spitting at Aro. A chorus of 'Master' went up in the room; Aro lifted a hand for silence.

"Your name is what I choose it to be my pet," Aro hissed a sure sign he was angry. "It's the name my mother gave me and I'll keep" Dominique grunted as a slight pain began in his head. "Now, now sweet Jane; let's not get too eager," Aro cooed at the hidden love servants. Dominique bites back a sigh of relief as the pain vanished entirely. "Good girl," Aro praised; on the other hand Dominique felt like throwing up. "Yes, good girl Jane for being a mindless bitch," Dominique said before instant pain entered his brain. He shouted, Aro flicked his finger and it stopped leaving Dominique panting from pain.

"Must you pick fights, Domin," Aro said sitting on the table with him. "Yes," he said a force of air flatting them all to the wall including Aro. They struggle to get free which they did when Dominique's power died instantly, his senses gone.

Chapter 4: Freedom

His senses came back about six months later and along with it a deep thirst. He found himself in a room with a woman. "Stay back," he shouted as she tried to come to his aid thinking he was trapped like her. She didn't inch closer and he immediately stopped breathing. He needed to get out of here and feed; flitting to the door he took one breath smelling no one near. Next, he used his hearing and found no one was even on his floor, instead he heard varies heartbeats and often screams of terror.

Dominique shook his head and refocused at the task at hand. He stood before the steel door and drew energy from the emotions he wanted to express and the wind before ramming into the door taking it off its hinges. The woman behind him gasped but he paid no heed as he flew on wind to the closet window and twisted the metal bars from their place. He jumped landing soundlessly onto a dirt road. He did not look back as he ran for miles on end till he couldn't any longer.

To his luck, he found himself on a sheep farm, nearly fifty heads baaed at him, and he smiled for the first time in eight months. He set upon drinking his full which included the dogs. Once he was full, he snuck into the house to find a change of clothes and a heavy cloak. He left behind hidden in plain sight gold coins and made sure the animals looked to have been attacked be wolves separating their limps. The key to hiding from the world was to leave no trace that you exist.

He boarded a boat that would take him a day's trip to an island. Dominique stayed out of the sun as the trip went on wary of anyone who came to close. He put up a shield of wind so no one would knock his cloak over. Vampires didn't need to be afraid of the sun from burning to death but from shining. It was an effect that happened to their hard cold skin, when hit by the sun they were breathe taking and drawing attention. When the boat docked at nightfall onto a small island, Dominique immediately found a bar safely away from Italy.

It was common knowledge that he could get information about any town in a bar. In about an hour in the bar pretending to drink ale, Dominique found out: the Mayor was an honest man, Charlene the sewing maid was getting married to her three year beau, Henre was selling a cabin in the woods to many wild creatures haunting the place, and at the whore house you should ask for Geneva the best whore. As the sun began to rise, the sky became cloudy, fogging up the town and around ten in the morning it began to rain.

Dominique thanked his lucky stars, mostly his Irish luck. He went in search of Henre buying the cabin. Henre was delighted to sell for the six gold coins, explaining to Dominique it was a two day ride to the place and it was secluded. Dominique thanked Henre and set off towards his new home. He made the trip in a matter of minutes taking note of the damage and breathing once again. Once again Dominique smiled forming plans for the future and glad he was far away from Aro.

It took about three days to fix and build up the cabin. Another four to decorate seeing how Dominique never really did it before, he found work in town to do at home before finding an accounting job and saving up money. He ate a variety of different animals each night till his hunger didn't bug him. Soon he would test his limitation and found that a month without blood could be done. Although he hated Aro's teachings, they did come in handy. Dominique picked up hobbies as he did not need to sleep nights and he had lots of time on his hands. He studied his gift, literature, science, math, music, dance and many up and coming 17th century events.

He avoided mirrors at all cost scared to find the monster Aro made lurking in the distance. Yet, he was forced to do just that after five years of hiding in France. He wished to return home to America to his family and so he was forced to get a passport. He glanced at the picture for a long time not believing it to be him. Once at home he went in search of a mirror finding one confound in the attic. It was a full length mirror and he stood before it studying every detail.

He was tall about six feet, he wore black slacks with black polished shoes, and he had a toned body which was clad by a white shirt and black vest. His face shocked him deeply; he could not find himself in it. He had a last haircut about a week before the change so it hung beautifully to his ears, brown bangs fell into his eyes giving him a boyish look for a man of thirty-five, and he remained thirty. His beautiful Irish green eyes no longer existed but where the color of golden brown as he just ate. In his human form he had always appeared dashing when he smile but now he was heart breaking and breath taking in his creamy skin a taint of tan slightly hidden behind the white from his working human days. Needless to say Dominique did not like it; it reminded him of the thing he was.

Chapter 5: Family Bonds

Arriving in America bought a deep sense of satisfaction that he had not felt since his escape from Volturi. He did a slow dance when his feet touched its soil. He would need to start over here in South Carolina. He established friends, made social outings when he was forced, spent money publicly; he even had a ball. Soon after a year of that, he went to Massachusetts to find his wife and daughter. He found an Inn to stay at something which had not been there before and collected information over the following month. He found his wife had died of the plague a year after his disappearance. It was sort of good; he didn't look the same as before because he meets many old friends whom had aged.

He found however that his daughter Cara had been married a year after his wife's death. He had also been informed by the Inn keeper that she and her husband moved to Oklahoma. Dominique planned the travel arrangements and acquired a manservant and all the way thoughts overwhelmed him. He did not like to think of time passing and couldn't believe his daughter was now twenty-nine years old while he stayed at thirty, or that his wife no longer lived. He did not want to think about or accept that time didn't affect him because of what he was. He was changed man no longer uneducated to the world, he could probably be a lawyer or doctor even a mayor with all the knowledge he knew.

During the transportation to Oklahoman, he also found he missed the wee Irish lad, who thought the world was a good place and worked hard to earn his keep while Vampire Dominique paraded through life. When he did arrive to Oklahoma he was happy to find it was sill undeveloped which meant he would find animal's blood before he bought animal's to raise to feed off. In Oklahoma, he would be known as Devon Howard, rich cattle rancher, and get to work purchasing land, workers, building a big house and buying anything that would entertain his long hours of undead living. It took a whole two years before he actually 'stumbled' upon his daughter, Cara.

He had been shopping for food with his manservant, Daniel, at a small town store because he had everything else out for a party that he would hold in a day's time. Cara was entering the store followed by a young lad of five, lass of three years and carrying a new born babe. He stopped in his tracks gasping for air, she looked like her momma, he was positive of it. She was his height, slender as her mother, she had long curly locks of red cascading down her back, her eyes were his light green and when she smiled; she light up beautifully as her mother. Dominique recovered enough to tilt his hat in a polite help as she walked by with his grandchildren.

Dominique felt weak suddenly and leaned against Daniel who held him up as best he could while carrying two big baskets of items. "Sir, are you alright," the American store owner asked helping Dominique to a chair fanning him was a newsletter. "Darling, please bring the man some water," he said to someone behind Dominique. She appeared before him with a glass of water, Dominique looked between them; the store owner was her husband. "Why don't you take a sip," she cooed in her Irish accent tilting the glass as his lips. He drank a sip which would no settle well with him later.

"Thank you dearie," he said letting his thick Irish accent roll off his tongue. Instantly she smiled glancing at her husband saying, "It's nice to hear a voice from back home." Dominique plastered a smile on his lips and nodded in agreement, "I've been traveling and your voice sounds heavenly from I be seating." Dominique took in the rest of her family. Her husband two inches taller than her, jet black hair, and his body build for work, kind of handsome and he must be smart to run a store. The lad of five was tall for his age, he wore red hair, built slightly for work, and he had Dominique's eyes as well. The lass of three had jet black curls and she was tiny, her eyes light brown as her grandmother. The baby, he didn't get to look at her well because she was fast asleep in her blankets.

"Nice looking bunch you have," he smiled as she beamed at him. "Yes, my husband John, our children Dominique, Deirdre and the baby Faith," she beamed showing him her treasures. If a vampire could cry, Dominique would have been bawling his eyes out. He children were named after him and his wife; the baby must have been named after a relative of John's. It also reminded him of when Cara was five and found a kitten and she would gladly show anyone who passed how pretty he was. Somethings people just never grew out of and Dominique was happy to see that some childhood still lived in her.

Dominique was able to watch and get to know his family for another three years before disaster struck.

Chapter 6: The First End

Dominique was composing music, out of all his hobbies, he loved music. Then suddenly a pain began in his brain. Panic set into his heart before he could even put thoughts together. He flits to the servant's quarters banging on Daniel's door. Daniel appeared within seconds dressed and Dominique wondered if he was something more than human to possess such speed. "Daniel, I need you to get the others out of here. I will not return to this place within your life time. I need you," Dominique gasped in pain.

Daniel grasped his arms saying, "Sir," Dominique focused, they were getting closer. "I need you to care and trace my family line with Cara. I know it may not make sense but I need you to do this for me, the house is yours as payment," Dominique withered adding, "Leave quickly." Daniel hesitated for a moment before scurrying off to wake the others for escape. Heartbeats speed up and soon sounded off in the distance, Dominique called for his wind making his way down to the lobby from the master stairway.

Pain flooded his senses and he fall forward screaming on the floor praying that this would be over soon. The doors busted open and in walked Jane smiling cruelly. "Domin, Master Aro has missed you greatly," she said sweetly with a musical tone. The pain lessened allowing him to look at her to say, "You both can go to hell," he pinned her with his wind smiling as she struggled before the pain returned to his body. "Ahh," he screamed letting his shrill screams travel long and far that Daniel heard them vowing to do as told.

Sixteen Years Later…

"Am losing my patience with you, Domin," Aro shouted as Dominique struggled against Chelsea's pull. "Yeah well what can I say, Viva Dominique," he said finally putting up a mind shield up feeling indifferent to either one of them. "Eleazor says you have great potential and yet all you do is using it for your own selfish gain," Aro said as Dominique leaned against a wall. Dominique had caked blood on his face and naked torso showing signs of a fight. He had been trying to escape the hell hole currently holding him. He found many different powers among Aro's ranks and learned how to master them. Today was his final attempt, escape or die.

"Yes that is what am doing. You clearly read minds," Dominique's sarcastic tone went ignored while he laughed openly. "You leave the Volturi no choice but to kill you for your disobedience. If only you would contemplate your choice and obey then nothing would happen," Aro stated in front of his servants-his so called witness to the 'trial.' Dominique lived through his torturous decade remained defiant to kill humans and drink animal blood every chance he got. "You will be destroyed Volturi," he proclaim, "You will not abuse your power, your days are numbered!"

Dominique's body dead.