Disclaimer: Twilight and all its characters belong to the brilliant Stephenie Meyer.
This is my second fanfic and it's a lead on from my first, Renesmee lost. It picks up where the last one left off.
I had this idea of a vampire who had been born into a Workhouse, was seemingly rescued and then ended up becoming a vampire in her late teens. I decided to give the girl red hair, and then suddenly I thought, what if she was the illegitimate daughter of a misguided rich girl who had to leave the child because of the scandal it would have caused having a child out of wedlock. Then I thought, what if that girl had been called Victoria.
This is the story I came up with. The story of Victoria's daughter…
It seemed that fate had been guiding me to this place for a while now. I knew not why I had suddenly chosen to track down my mother after all this time, but mummy dearest had been calling to me for a long time and like the dutiful dog that I was when it came to that woman, I obeyed.
Human scent washed away with the rain, but vampire scent permeated whatever it touched and remained for years after. To my specialised senses at least. This scent trail was twenty years old, yet here it ended. Could it possibly be that the one who had borne me from her premature womb was well and truly perished?
You see I have a strange power. From scent alone I am able to see what transpired in a given place, even if this incident happened years before. I had followed my mother's colour up to this spot; it had been intertwined with the scent of another vampire, not even a yearling when she brought him to this place, and definitely not her mate for I knew his colour well.
There had been a fight here, I could guess as much, but something didn't seem right. I could sense the colour of the one who defeated Victoria, a male vampire who at the time was ninety years a vampire. He had been protecting something, most likely human but there was no scent left after all these years, most likely he had been protecting his right to feed.
At least I'd smelt his colour all over these mountains.
Victoria had fought this male for a meal, yet the yearling with her appeared to be defeated also, but aside from one incident where the male ripped off his arm, the yearling appeared to be fighting thin air. Why had he not helped his ally when only one obstacle stood between them and what they desired?
I know not how long I remained standing in that place, with the woods behind me and the rock face in front of me, but this is where she had fallen. The scent of the fire was still thick in the air to my sensitive nostrils. But this could not be, who could ever destroy that cold hearted killer?
A scent reached my nose, a strange scent. It was plumb pudding on Christmas day. Toffee apples on the fifth of November. Strawberries and cream in the heat of summer. It was the scent of the sweetest of foods at any time of the year. It was delicious.
And then there was the thrumming, the sound of a humming bird's wings.
The whole sensory assault was moving ever closer to me.
"Hello." A voice as light as a bell said in friendly tones.
I turned to the source of this voice to see a girl in her late teens possibly early twenties looking at me with a wide, open smile. She had creamy pale skin, the type Elizabeth the first would have killed for and just the right amount of blush to her rosy cheeks. Her hair was bronze and framed her heart-shaped face as she looked at me with those soulful, chocolate brown eyes.
She looked every bit the angel, come down from heaven, especially in the simple white satin dress she wore.
"Hello." I ventured, unsure of the creature that stood before me.
"You're new to the area." She all but sang.
"I suppose I am." I conceded.
Who was this girl out here in the middle of nowhere, what easy pray she would make. Yet there was something hidden beneath her scent that warned against this course of action.
"Don't worry, we don't kill nomads here, provided they respect our rules when on our territory." The girl said.
"On your…" Wait a minuet, this girl was talking like a vampire but she was, I sniffed her, she smelt human? Well humanish.
What was she?
"What are you?" I couldn't stop myself asking.
The girl smiled wryly.
"I am Renesmee Carlie Cullen and I am a half vampire." She said smoothly.
It took a while for my brain to process such information, a half vampire? Was that even a possibility?
"Half vampire?" I asked.
"Yep. I'd sure like to explain this to you. But wouldn't you prefer to do this back at home?" The girl said.
"Do I have a choice?"
"That depends weather you wish to hunt in our territory." She said gravely.
"Then I suppose you should take me to your coven leader."
"Come on then." She said breaking into a fast run, but it was easy to keep up with her.
"I'm Renesmee, but you can call me Nessie if you want. Everyone else does, much to my mother's chagrin." The girl said easily, despite our speed, obviously this was the vampire half of her nature showing through.
"Most know me as Holly." I said, not wishing to go into the embarrassing details of my full name at this juncture.
"Holly? That's pretty. Has that always been your name?"
I nodded.
"I was just asking cause some people change their names as soon as they've been vamped." She explained. "Oh, we're nearly there." She sang as the scent of other vampires hit my nose.
One stood out, it had been strong in the clearing where my mother had died.
"Come on." Nessie said in excitement. "Just jump the river and we'll be there."
"Ok." I said, and followed her arc across the flowing water.
"MOM. DAD. EVERYBODY GATHER IN THE FAMILY ROOM." She called out when we reached the other side.
"Come on." She said, taking my hand. "You'll like my family."
And images of vampires danced in my head. But these all seemed to have gold eyes. Gold-eyed vampires? That was strange.
She led me through a door set into the plate glass that was the south facing wall, and into a wide-open area. There were desks along one wall that housed numerous computers; there was a grand piano on a platform over the far end toward the front door. And in the middle of the room stood a group of nine vampires, only one of whom had the traditional red eyes.
Apart from red eyes they all looked at me in shock and fear.
The female of moderate height with the rich brown hair who stood at the front of the group was doing the best impression of a vampire hyperventilating than I'd seen in my too long life, while the bronzed haired male, who I assumed was her mate by the way he stepped protectively in front of her, was looking at me wide-eyed.
"Victoria?" The female gasped.
That would explain their reactions then, they had met Mother.
That's the prologue, a slight revisiting of the epilogue to Renesmee lost but from Holly's POV.
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Gemma (: