A/N: No, I am abandoning my Paul/Bella. Actually, I will be updating tat right after I finish the chapter this evening. This has popped into my mind and wouldn't go away. Let me know what you think?

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Prologue

"You are worth the wrath I will come about the next time we meet," these words had been spoken me all those years ago. What a fool I was to believe in a vampire's word; foolish I was, indeed. And yet, there was nowhere for the blame to go rather than upon my own-self. Forever in the mind of a 21 year old, bless my creator, but curse her as well for such a fault she had done to me. I was on my own. A nomad they, we, we're called. I went wherever I wanted, doing as I needed only coming back to please my sire. Consequences be damned, they are worth it. She is worth it. My home, my family, and my loyalty never failed me. I will do as I'm told and punish those who don't. Never making promises and keeping those I do, I am the best there has been yet and no one could convince me otherwise. Never had I once backed down in the face of death; not even as a mere human. Though, that I was not any longer. My thoughts on this, I couldn't tell you for my thoughts are no longer my own, but are hers and what she wishes it to be. My feelings on such couldn't be attained not explained for I have no feelings. Power; and that alone is who I am to please. Though I am not the first best, but the second and I wish to seek out this Major Whitlock she speaks so fondly of; to learn and prosper, to absorb. They call me Whitlock's second because I could not remember my own last name. No mind was paid since it was a privilege, no, an honour to be named after the great. Texas, this was the only place I was to call home; if that. My creator was harboured here, and I was created here.

Been a vampire myself for two years, walking this earth as the undead superior for two years, I can't say I accomplished much. Feed where and when I wanted to; change who I felt worthy. Brought back my creations to my Master, she said I had an eye for them; she appreciated that. In which, of course, she showed me to whatever extent she could. I was to change, train, and dispose. Those three words became my life spins after the first horrid months of my change. And I, without knowledge, accepted my fate. Even now, I was fascinated by almost everything. Other vampires, those who don't live my life, amaze me. She, Master, lets me venture out sometimes, as long as I am sure to return home; as always I do. I've met a few vampires in my outings, fewer than that of my human life. Unique, fascinating, adventurous vampires that seem to not care of my becoming but that I am there then, and will again return one day. Surly, I can't be attached to either of them but I can be intrigued. There was Alistair, Zafrina, Stephan and Vladimir, Garret; wonderful vampire associates, for lack of a better term. All wishing me well with a promise to meet again, how could I deny them? Those who teach me, help me grow. Those, they are the ones who wouldn't abandon me just because I am lesser.

Yes, that I am sure of; I am lesser. No matter my rank at home, should my about ever be spilled I will be the dead upon dead men. This is why I cannot make friends, even as a vampire I was meant to be alone. Though, I'm sure time will allow me to push them aside but I will never forget. It's rather impossible, and that's rather annoying. Even now, as these thoughts buzz through my head I cannot focus them. Contributing to why I am lesser, I am young, trained to kill, wanting to kill, I am not myself but I am who Master wants me to be. Lesser, such a demeaning term, explains my existence. I depend on humans to live, depend on death for pleasure. Depend; never trust, unless you want to get fucked over. "We will meet again, I promise you that; my sin." even then, I was referred to as sin, to the one I thought I could trust. Never trust, only take and go.

Lesser. I am lesser; but only I can see me as I am I only truthful to myself and even that has its extent.

They call me Major Whitlock; the female version.

A/N: Keep on, or just leave the idea alone?