A/N: Okay. So I've actually tried to appreciate the aspects of Twilight again after drifting away from it for awhile. I'm really fascinated with the Volturi and how they came to be so I've been wanting to go deeper into how they work and hopefully I'll portray them as how they are portrayed in the books and movies. This first chapter will show how Camalia was changed and then go on about how she handled it briefly and then the next chapter will really actually start the story off.
I do not own characters mentioned in Twilight or the idea itself. All I do own is Camalia Blair and perhaps her family as well.
"Your party isn't over sweetie. Are you sure you want to go out right now? You didn't even say good bye to your family and friends." As Camalia slipped on her coat she gave her mother a kind look, as if suggesting that she had done so even if she hadn't.
"I'm just going to go take a quick walk around the shops. With all these people here I could use some fresh air as well."Her dark hazel eyes searched for her mother as her head popped out from her coat.
"Okay then. Make sure you get back soon though. Your father called and he'll be back soon with the cake." Her mother paused for a brief few moments before starting to tear up. "I can't believe my little girl has graduated high school. It seemed like only yesterday that I was cradling you in my arms and changing your diapers."
Camalia's face took on a look of horror as she recounted her early childhood. It made her feel a bit awkward around her mother. Yet, she couldn't exactly blame her mother. This was how most women acted when their children left the nest...right?
No matter what was actually meant to happen Camalia reached over towards her mother and pulled her into a hug. "I know mom. I know. I still love you and I still love dad too. I promise I'll come to visit you guys later after I get things settled in my dorm. Now don't let this get to you. Mrs. Johnson was asking where you were and I'm sure she doesn't want to be held up any longer."
"Oh...alright Cami," her mother whispered as she pulled away from her daughter and started to turn away. "Don't forget. Come back soon." She looked over at her mother and nodded. "I will mom. I promise." Her mother hesitantly turned around and scampered off to join the other party guests in their living room while Camalia turned around and forced the back door open.
In the small Philadelphia suburb, the day was warm and the air was filled with fresh scents of blooming flowers. Spring was a great time of year for the young adult and for awhile she just wanted to stand there and relax. However, she had told her mother where she was going and knew she couldn't just step back on her word. Not to mention she needed to clear her head from the stuffy feeling that wouldn't go away.
It was still light out but of course with it being late spring that was expected. But it was only a dimmed light that threatened to blow out is only a short amount of time. That thought alone was enough to make her quicken her steps. Even if this suburb was pretty safe in her mind she didn't like the idea of walking around the shops in the dark. You would be surprised to find out what types of people hung around that area when most of the town was asleep.
As she looked up she could catch the fringes of the first shop and pulled her hood up so that is covered her wavy and dark black hair. She wasn't sure if maybe she only did so because she liked how the red hood looked on her head or perhaps she was just doing it because she was trying to stay hidden. At the moment Camalia didn't care.
She could hear her feet quietly clang against the cement ground as she entered the town and stopped. This was all too odd. She had expected to see a larger group of people. Many teens in the area were celebrating graduation just like she was. Perhaps they were out somewhere else. Or maybe Camalia had been talking to her family a lot longer then she thought she had been.
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The moon was just slipping into the sky, the sun having left only minutes ago. The way it looked was enough to sen shivers down her spine. It was now that she could had back home. They would be waiting for her and she didn't want to dampen the vibe of her own party.
The air was starting to grow more chill as well and she pulled her coat as tight around her body as she possibly could. She almost had the appearance of a five year-old who's parents had bought him or her a stuffy and puffy jacket for the winter.
As she walked she would occasionally look into the class windows of the shops. These views brought back so many memories from when she was young. Her parents would often times put her in her stroller when she was really little and let her gaze into the toy shop. When she behaved rather well she sometimes even got to pick out a toy. Yet, all of that was behind her now. Camalia was no longer the child she used to be.
Camalia turned from the shop window and went back on her way to her home. As soon as she did she could hear footsteps coming up behind her. They were quiet and slow, almost like the person they belonged to was only taking a stroll just like her.
However, as Camalia walked he seemed to increase the way he walked, taking longer steps and finding ways to increase his speed. Her breathing started to get higher as she too increased the speed for which she walked.
A few moments later she broke into a full sprint, trying to see if she could escape the footsteps. Her eyes watered as she tried to reach her home. Just as she was about to scream from help there was something that banged into her back and then gripped her by the shoulders. The man that had followed her.
"Let me go! I promise I'll give you anything. Money included." Camalia was shaking as she tried to wriggle herself free from his grasp. Her adrenaline seemed to be making her head throb as she continued on trying to get away.
The man turned her around, inspected her with curious eyes. "You know. You'll get a whole lot of money for me. Your young. Most people will like that." Camalia's relief that she wouldn't be taken advantage of only lasted a few moments. Only until she heard him finish did she start to try to get away again. Fear was on the forefront of her mind.
He only snarled lightly under his breath as she took her fist and jabbed it at his side in a feeble attempt to get away. "I only need to stop your defiant attitude." She started to shake her head, pulling away. Her eyes were about half-way closed as if she was hiding something. In truth it was only to avoid looking weak in front of him. All that was on Camalia's mind was getting away.
Her hands were sweating as she continued to tug away. The man was getting restless and it showed as he pulled his arm back to get her back into the same position as it had been. But Camalia had tugged at the same time. With her hand being slightly wet with the worry she had slipped from his hand and went careening into the closest shop's wall.
Camalia had lost her breath for a moment, coughing as she held her throat and bunched her hands up into fists as she struggled to get up and move. Her eyes searched for her attacker and she could see nothing. That was when she noticed a shadow on the ground. He was right there. A devious smirk planted on his lips. It's clear I shouldn't waist my time and just get you moving. I would rather be late then in jail." In a way it sounded like he had already been there a few times and that only made her more worried of what he was capable of.
As he took her write and forced her up she could notice a small line of blood drawing down her left arm. It stopped near the bottom and pulled up like a rain drop did on a window before letting go and falling to the ground in a splash.
Camalia tore her gaze away from it and stumbled on as her wrist was tugged harshly. She had given up and would rather be tied up in a van at this point then bleeding and weak in the middle of the dark town plaza.
As the walked she started to get the goosebumps yet again. They lined her arm and she tried to look at them to keep herself distracted from what was happening. Anything to keep herself from noting that where they were going seemed even less inhabited then the town plaza had been. By this time she knew she wouldn't be murdered and she would be raped either. She was grateful for that. But she was still bleeding an wandering through an unknown place with a man who continued to tug her along. That of course wasn't so great either.
All the woodland creatures were silent, most of them asleep in their nests. Their homes. Many with family. Yet, at the moment her mother and father were probably starting to get worried, wondering why their daughter hadn't come home from her walk. In fact, they probably would even think she was foolish for doing such a thing. And the truth was; Camalia knew she had done something foolish. Now she was paying for it.
A small crunching noise distracted her from her thoughts and she tried to get a better view of of the man who had captured her. Had he caused it? She soon realized that wasn't the case. It was coming from behind.
Camalia was wasting the rest of her energy on having a panic attack, trying to look behind herself to see if it was just another animal or if perhaps it was something much more lethal. After this night every noise scared her and this was no excuse
"Come on. Stop stalling and let's go! I want to get you to the house by sun-up before the cops start searching." the man's voice was ragged and rough. No doubt in Camalia's mind that he was getting sick of having her act like this and set him off.
"I-I think there is something following us. I keep hearing it," she whispered in a weathered tone, any sign of the outgoing girl that had been in her place a mere half hour ago gone as it was replaced with a drawn back and nervous version of her own self.
"That is ridiculous. Though it's nice to know I've given you to chills. That will be useful later," he added with a small snicker while continuing on walking. His light blond hair was ruffled yet it didn't seem like their earlier confrontation had caused it to be so.
Camalia's heart was pounding hard as she heard the noise again and turned her head slightly to the left to try to get a better view of the area behind her. Nothing. Could he be right? Could she have possibly been just making this all up in her head? She didn't even want to know.
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Camalia couldn't even really describe it to be honest. One minute she was still walking and the next she was against a tree, a pale and blurry face only inches from hers. From what she could make out it looked like a young female with light brown hair. Her eyes were a deep red and they were centered on her throat.
The next thing she knew she let a painful screech enter the air as she felt the woman's venomous teeth enter her neck. More pain erupted from her neck as the women pulled away and looked at her arm, which was now caked with dry blood after having closed up and scabbed a bit.
She didn't know how to respond. Camalia was getting light-headed and she could only pick out bits and pieces of what happened in the next few moments. Her vision was blurred and for awhile she was starting to wonder if this was how dieing felt like.
But she hadn't died yet and it was evident when she heard the deep tone of a man. "Holly! I'm picking up the scent of another band of humans. We should move on already."
The woman named Holly gave Camalia a defiant look as she let go of her and fled beside the man, leaving her to slump to the ground in a weak yet inflamed pain.
He tried to open her mouth to speak. "Help...please help me," she whispered in a weak and raspy voice, her eyes fluttering shut as she gritted her teeth together and tried to conceal the pain she was in as if that alone would keep her alive.
Camalia's head was resting on a soft patch of dirt and as she opened her eyes she let out another loud scream. It was again a mixture of pain and shock as she realized that the body that lay before her was the limp one of the man that had brought her hear. He looked deathly pale, just like the women who had bit into her neck, and he wasn't breathing at all. No sign of life. Was she destined to meet that fate too?
Yet, no one came. No sound of help nor any sound of her second attackers coming back to finish her off. Now all she could focus on was the pain in her neck as it started to spread, consuming her arms and making them burn as if torched in flames.
It was all her human mind could focus on now. The burning sensation didn't leave and it only spread, making her body spasm as she let out more defining screeches that rung through the air in a harsh way, almost as if she was trying to communicate with the morning squawks of the birds that flew over her head.
Camalia tried to convince herself that this wasn't the end. That maybe one day she would see the light and her family again. But the feeling that morphed it's way around her body told her otherwise.
This time, as she opened her mouth to try to call for help, nothing came out. Camalia continued to wreath on the ground in pain as the morning and night started, converged, and ended for three days straight.
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The forever eighteen year-old female let her eyes open and she almost instantly flew up onto her side. She could see everything. Every single detail of color and live was open to her eyes now that decided to flutter into her line of vision. At the moment it wasn't the only thing that was making her happy.
She was alive! She couldn't believe that she had managed to live through what she had. It had seemed like live had been coming to a close for her. Now it seemed as if life was just beginning again.
As soon as her happiness came it flooded away into another spot in her head as the burning in her throat became apparent. It was a bit more numb then the kind she had felt during her sleep but it was still there. And the scariest part was what she knew would quench it, even now, was blood. She could smell it everywhere. Within every moving creature the scent of it filled her nose.
Camalia shivered as she turned around and quickly locked eyes with the closest source. Yet their eyes did not move and she noticed it of course was the mysterious man that had taken her while she was walking through the shops.
It was his blood she craved. That of a human. It sickened her and now she was starting to catch what she was. The thing that had attacked her. Holly. The female that was traveling with distant male. Her skin had been pale and her eyes a dark and thirsty red. Camalia knew what had happened now. Her fuzzy thought had provided no help but the body they left behind was enough.
Her hand had fallen into something as she had turned around on her side and as she pulled it up to hand up to her nose the distinct scent of the human blood echoed in her mind. She started to shake, worry seeming to be the last thing on her mind as she hurriedly wiped it back on the grass to try to keep the scent away. Though the smell was enough to make her cravings for blood stronger she could smell no fresh supply of blood near to help.
"Oh my goodness," she whispered as she dared herself to touch the unmoving hand of her first assailant. It seemed as if he had not been as lucky as she had the days before. At first she felt the
over-riding desire to spit on him and mumble about how he had gotten what he had deserved. She couldn't though. Not with so much else going on.
Camalia knew it. She was now the creature she had always been afraid of until the age of ten. She was the thing that most mortals thought was simply a scary tail. And now it would all end. She could never see her family again. Nor could she manage to see her friends. Not with the feeling of desire for human blood clogging her thoughts.
She tried to swallow, almost coughing as she looked back at the man and dug her hands into the earth to try to keep herself from lunging at him yet. His blood's smell was stale and from what she could tell less appetizing.
With a sigh of regret she got up to her feet and then bent down to pick him up. What she noticed as she did so was that her skin was as pale as she had even seen and it seemed to be fresh of most blemishes that had graced it. When a small amount of sunlight poked through the canopy of trees she even thought she caught it sparkling briefly. What a miracle to her! She thought she would have burnt to a crisp because of it.
Camalia didn't take another moment to think and bent down to pick up the body of the man. She had braced herself to have a difficult time but she didn't. He felt light to her touch and it was easy to maneuver with him in her arms.
For a moment, upon looking him in the face, she felt a small bout of pity. This man, with his final facial expression, looked as if his life had been difficult and he had only done what he had to scrape by. By her fists tightened as she started walking. This man had decided he would sell her. Even if he was only trying to scrape by it was wrong.
The warm scents of spring entered her nose and she smiled brightly. For once everything seemed normal. It almost felt like she was just stepping out of the back door to welcome in the new season and take in the scents of her mother's petunias.
The rough clashing of the river water as it met the rocks sounded in her ears. But with frustration she knew it was farther away. Testing her new strength, she tightened her grasp on the man's limp body and started running. As she picked up speed she noticed that she wasn't getting tired. Not one muscle in her body begged for her to stop as she ran over the oddly made terrain.
When she finally reached the speed for which she found to be her fastest she raced towards the river and looked around. While no one was looking she pulled off her red coat and smoothed out her dark blue blouse that she had been wearing beneath it. Now it was just splattered with small dots of blood as if a young child had made a mess with the ketchup they were given. But this blood was dried and a deep red. Her own.
The water was running smoothly on the top but she could not tell whether it was running in a rough way beneath it's crystal-colored top. After kicking the red coat to the side she took a deep breath of air and leapt into the water, the man still in her arms.
Camalia had expected the rushing water to hit her hard and for a few moments it did, but as soon as she got a hold of herself she started to swim to the bed of the river. She let her eyes open and yet again was surprised with the clarity of the water. It wasn't even this clear when she opened her eyes in her pool, let alone a river filled with mud.
The surging waters quickly entered her nose and for a moment she thought she would have to return to the surface again. Yet for some odd reason the water did not stop her from being able to complete what she needed to do. In a way she even thought she didn't have to breath!
As she finally reached the bottom she did her best to keep the man latched in one arm as she started to dig away at the muddy river's ground. The process itself never seemed to end yet after a few moments she was able to clear enough to put him in the whole and try to cover it up with the mud she had dug away. And of course just to be safe she placed a rock on top of the mound of dirt.
After completing what she needed to do she forced herself up to the top of the water, thrashing through the water quietly to the edge of the riverbank and hauling herself out of the waters. Little drops of water dropped from her clothing and onto the rocks on the bank, creating little noises that were loud enough to hear.
She had no other pairs of clothes and the ones she was now wearing were soaking wet. For what seemed like the first time ever in her new life Camalia wanted to get angry. Why did things have to be so difficult?
As she trudged along the edge of the forest, now wearing the coat she had had on when she was changed even if she wasn't going to get cold, she looked around, eager to get her fill of blood. The burning sensation in her throat was overpowering in a sense and she just wanted it quenched. She wanted the sweet smell of a human to be near her teeth, just close enough for her to bite and satisfy her thirst. At the same time however, she did not want to take a live. It was necessary for her to stay well and in relief. As far as she was concerned there was no other way and she would just have to get used to it.
Camalia pulled a strand of her black hair from her eyes, which were now of course a deep red color, and continued to walk. It took no genius to guess why she was walking around. The newborn was looking for her first victim.
The scent of a young man seemed to fly towards her. He was alone. No witness was close- by and would be able to explain what had happened. She would be okay. Not only that, but hopefully no one would get suspicious.
As she neared him she could feel the desire to feed become what she thought of most. She hated it already. This wasn't her. Yet, it was what she wanted. Her desire at the moment. All thoughts of family were gone as she dashed towards the scent with her new-found speed and leapt at the man.
His screams lasted for barely a moment before they were cut off by her teeth as she drank his blood until the feeling in her throat was slightly quenched. It wasn't until she looked into his eyes that she felt a guilty feeling race through her thoughts. This man could have had family, friends, children, and inspirations and goals. He reminded her of someone.
The stranger reminded her of herself.
A/N: So I think this is a story I'll really enjoy writing and I already have so many ideas! I'll probably have a new chapter up within the next few days as well.