The Second Coming

A Twilight Fan Fiction :)

CHAPTER 1:

"We're not good people. We never were, and we probably never will be. Come to think of it, we're not people at all. Most would say we're not, if it's judging by popularity.

My name is Merit, I am a Blood Parasite, a Sanguisuge, of course, you can also refer to me as the common name; a Vampire. Formally, my name is Finn Jackson Merit, but ever since I became this blood-sucker, I go by Merit, only because I find that Finn is a bit childish, and makes me think of myself as a fish. I do not use Jackson only because it was my Step-Father's name, whom I eventually killed off.

My little brother, Rodger was bitten by the same vampire as me. He'd become a terrible little Imp, but his body didn't take the venom and died. I have no feelings now, not once had I felt love or happiness or grief, pain, sadness… I know very well I am not human, but no feelings…at all? It felt odd, under powering and empowering all at the same time. I feel like nothing and everything at the same time…

Ever since you were killed, father, everything has gone terribly wrong. Nothing else is a challenge and I feel nothing at all. Rodger is dead, mother is unfaithfully sick, and I cannot do anything about it. I only told you my name at the beginning because I doubted that you'd know who it was from at the end. I do not know why…but I feel as if the letter is not directed to anyone, I feel like it's written for myself, to feel normal.

The worst part is that I'm not scared…I'm not scared of what I am becoming."

Merit's saddening words ended there. There was no 'good-bye' or 'Sincerely, Merit'. No. He left it like that. Folding it inside an envelope, he stood and walked to the door, revealing himself to the…darkness? Yes, the benefits of the Alaskan abnormalities; it was the perfect place for any Vampire to live if you lived in it for only six of twelve months of the year.

Merit lived alone, with his ungodly sick mother, in a small Alaskan town called Barrow, which had an obscure time in between November and January. It was always dark these six months, always, so this was his favorite time of the year. The other months, though, maddened him a bit, especially by the fact that in the other months it never got dark. The only good thing is that it was mostly cloudy and shielded out the sun to leave a dull clouded gray light for everyone to walk in.

Yes. He sparkled; it was…retarded, to say the least. But at least it was original…in a bad way. Anyhow, he knew the Rules, and he didn't think of breaking them. He'd love to conspiracy against the one rule that the Lycans and Bloodsuckers made long ago. Apparently, the Lycans feel entitled to have half of the land on which Merit lived in the Daylight Season, but he could have all the land he lived on in the Night Season. Merit was inexplicably about to rip one of those stupid jocks' heads off one day when he saw them all swimming in his exaggeratedly large backyard lake. Of course, since it was one of the biggest lakes in Barrow, Merit was obliged to give them half the lake in a ireful voice of displeasure. And so, in the daytime, he stayed in his house.

This was easy for him, since he was 19, and applied for college classes the six dark months. What irritated him most was that there were only two real Vampire Clans living in or near Barrow, and that was Merit's, which consisted of him and no one else, and Jarakay's Clan, which consisted of three hefty-looking vampires, but in general they were sweet and sympathetic. The leader, Jarakay, also known as Kay, had smooth-looking blonde hair and deep brown eyes that narrowed red. His mate, Kara, was a brunet, easily influenced but one of the best information-givers in Barrow. And the last, Johnny, was a small, weak looking one; he was a minor, transformed at 16 only a few years ago.

All the Vampire Clans in Barrow were Vegetarians, therefore, only ate animals. Merit was more of the violent hunter. He'd waltz out in the forest at any time and find anything, any animal, big or small and just rip it to shreds. Ironically, though, Jarakay's Clan hunted cleanly and drained the blood quickly and neatly, well, all except Johnny, who was merely a beginner and hated catching deer only because they outran him at times.

All in all, Merit was having more than a good life as a Bloodsucker, even if he was confused. But life is all but fair, and when the time comes, you pay for all your actions…and the price Merit will pay was undoubtedly large.