I had my M80 clicked on. It was focused on the bouncy haired brunette with the gentle smile. Everything about her screamed maternal and gentleness. It was a good mask….but blood sucker I'll be damned if I let you go. Literally.

A sweat bead slid down the side of my face. I moved it away with my forearm. I was still holding the gun. I swallowed as a way to rid myself of the dryness in my throat.

I straightened my black shades. I sighed. This wasn't my first kill...I thought mirthlessly. This was my fourteenth.

I was nearly one hundred meters away. I was sitting on a branch in the middle of the day. The wind was blowing their scents towards me, and mine was blowing away giving me a good cover. It would be an easy kill. I centered my mind and looked through the tunnel. It was the button that was the problem...

I guess I should start with a recap, so you know why I am about to kill this 5'6", 26-year old(in human years), mother of five children.

But, for right now…

I clicked the latch. There was silence as a bullet coursed through air stopping in the middle of her back. She fell silently, too.

I was at the tender age of five when my house was broken in by bloodsuckers.

They only wanted one. They wanted me.

Glass flew everywhere. The explosion was thought enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. But, I soon realized no one would rescue us.

The explosion woke us all up. I was the first to make it downstairs to see what was the cause. Two men dressed in dark red cloaks that dragged, stood up to full height from their crouch. They each wore a gold pendulum. One was a little shorter with raggedly cut hair introduced himself as Demetri. The other one that I had to strain my neck to make eye contact, his name was Felix.

So, I cocked my head to the left and introduced myself.

"I'm Marlene," I said as a sigh escaped me. My name bothered me. It was so normal. So easily overlooked.

"Marlene!" I heard my mom scream something that was meant to be a whisper.

I looked back at my parents gathered on the steps, a few feet away from me, under a lower roof that could do nothing but offer a pretense of comfort.

My mom clutching her robe as her hands balled them into wrinkles. My father's hand gripping hard on the stair rail to stabilize himself. His other hand reaching out for me.

I turned back slowly towards these two men...I suddenly realized..it was dark downstairs.

Special beings were given gifts or talents, if you may. Some could read minds. Others could read futures. I could burn. I would burn the floor with every step I took. The ground was black and soot was left behind, but I would blaze. Like a sun, untouchable but always touching you, I would be a thorn in my family's side. I was something they couldn't get rid of, or some type of burden. My parents, they tried homeschooling. I burnt a kid on accident who had stolen my Polly Pocket. That was the end of public school. I burnt a girl's hair off who had flipped it, purposefully, right in my face. That was the end of private school.

They struggled to contain my flames, but they couldn't. No one could. No even myself.

This is my first kill, but it happened to the ones I loved.

"Little human," Felix taunted.

"You are coming with us," Demetri finished.

Mom chose that moment to run and grab the back of my house robe, pulling me towards her and father.

"Please, leave her out of this. She didn't know what she was doing. She's just a chi-"

"Oh," Demetri mocked, drawing out the vowel. "I think she did know exactly what she was doing."

"You may not know this, but the Volturi," Felix said exchanging looks with Demetri,"know everything."

"Your child broke one of our most important laws. Never expose yourself to the humans," Felix juttered.

"Wha-But, she is human! She is human!" Mother yelled. My father placed his hand on her shoulder and embraced her.

I looked towards the vampires who were taking me away from the ones I loved, while they cowered behind me, condoning it.

Smoke slowly rose from my body. The couple shot up in flames, holding eachother.

Felix and Demetri looked rather interested at their burnt corpses.

"Well, come along little girl," Demetri called, with his hand out.

I grasped it, pausing to look at father's burnt head tumbling into mom's withered carcass.

I was trained in the brutalist ways possible for my human body...or the parts that were obviously human. I had no idea what to expect. Maybe if I had expected my home to be more child-friendly than some blood thirsty vamp's home, I might have stayed. But, you can't say that I didn't pay for my choice because we all must pay for the choices we make, whether that be in tears, sores, or blisters.

Demetri was still holding my hand while I entered the throne room or the main room.

"My! Oh my! What have we here?" a voice bellowed out. A man with long red hair and stark white skin exclaimed jumping out of his seat and scurried down the stairs.

"My liege," Demetri began,"this is the human you asked for." I decided to mentally roll my eyes at that. If he knew I was coming, acting surprised was just plain unnecessary. But, since I was treading unknown waters I decided to keep my thoughts to myself for once.

"Hello!"he exclaimed peering down at me with uncontrolled enthusiasm. Demetri snagged on my arm to get me to reply.

"Hi," I replied softly, staring at the ground.

"Well, let us see what you can do," he said, his voice escalating higher. I watched him prance back towards his throne and look expectantly at me. I breathed in and out to calm myself before producing a moderately sized flame the size of my head on both hands. I didn't expect the soft applause I got from all three vampire rulers in their seat. I even saw the blonde haired girl by their side looking at me with mild interest.

"Bigger! Make them bigger!" the red-haired ruler shrilled with his arms conveying a huge space.

So, I made them bigger. They were so big I had trouble keeping the flames from the flammable items in the room, meaning everything. Felix attempted to move forward to help constrain the flames, but he was soon lit on fire as well. He immediately threw his cloak on the ground and stepped out the flames while tossing me a glare.

"Okay!" Aro said with a deafening clap. "No more flames."

But, I looked around me for help, or water, or some water gifted vampire, but this was not a fairytale. This was a fable, and there was no prince. There was no magical creature...to save me that is. There were many magical creatures, but they all backed away from my flames leaving me to my own demise.

But, for some reason, my knees fell out from underneath me, and every nerve in my body throbbed with a pain I had never felt before. Time seemed to move in slow motion, and I was only able to take small gasps of air. My arms and legs sporadically jutted right or left, and the flames died down from my hands until a small sliver of smoke was visible. I couldn't feel my hands, like always after an event like this. But, I felt two eyes staring into my soul, causing me to feel like this. My head felt like lead and refused to move. I rolled my eyes towards the the blonde haired girl. Her red eyes pierced my body over and over with a thousand needles, forcing their way through skin, bone, blood, and tissue.

"Jane," Aro addressed,"that will be all." He stared at me like a failed experiment, like a toy that had already lost its luster. I couldn't find the strength to glare at him. So, I just stared. I plead with my eyes for him not to end me. Demetri stepped forward and lifted my body, carrying me away and down many halls. I was sure I would never find my way out of here without assistance. There were guards at each intersection.

I couldn't feel my hands. Instead, I felt a numb throbbing that refused to feel anything. It was like my nerves had exerted themselves far beyond their normalcy. In fact, my whole body felt over-exerted. I blatantly refused to look at my hands. I refused to look because it would be a struggle trying to get my neck to rise, and I knew they'd look horrendous.

Demetri was silent as he led me down many rights and lefts, and finally up some stairs into a room with two cells.I was thrown into the cage that would be my new home.

Demetri took no caution in his placing of me, and I hit the concrete surface landing on my hands.

I held my hands up and screamed, making sure not to let them touch anything. I breathed in and screamed out as loud as I could. The sight of the red blisters only made the emotional pain worse. I felt hot tears trail down my face and they fell onto the concrete. These hands would take weeks to heal, and the Volturi wouldn't slow down training. I knew that much. This would only make them push harder. They would try to push me past my human capabilities, but little did I know that they were making me into something that was inhuman.

"Hey girl! Quiet that screaming!" a young man yelled. He banged on the bar with emphasis.

I stopped while blinking owlishly. I couldn't stop sniffling though. He was going to have to deal with that much at least.

"Hi! I'm Mar-"

"I don't care, Mar," he replied. "I'm Nahuel."

Okay...I thought. I stared at him wondering how he had gotten in this cell.

"Do you have a special power, too?" I asked, my voice scratchy.

"No," he replied,"but, I am a halfling."

"Halfling? What is that?" I asked. I hated how high and vulnerable my voice sounded.

"I am half human half vampire. I killed my mother while she gave birth to me. Then, my aunt Hullen took me in."

"So, you're in here because you're different, too? That's funny. I.." I wanted to begin explaining how I could create flames, but his frank outspokenness caused me to think twice.

"Why are you in here?" he inquired, taking a seat in front of me.

"I can create fire," I said softly.

He looked at my hands and then returned to my gaze with an intense stare.

"Show me," he demanded.

I held my hands out, and I tried attempting some more flames but only smoke leaked through my palms.

He stood up immediately. "I see. You are badly injured, no?"

I nodded my head.

"I have a plan," he began. "The next time they enter these doors, I will feign as if dead and then escape. When the guard gets closer, I will knock him out and leave. You can follow me if you wish," he finished.

I wondered if that was wise. Aro had twenty guards. Aro had Jane,Felix, and Demetri.. Nahuel just had himself and a girl who could barely not kill herself.

He banged on the bars in impatience. My eyes snapped up to his image.

"Well," he said,"if you want to join...you better decide."

The door's lock began to twist. And, at that moment, it was as if the lock had sent a bullet towards him, sending him falling down rather believably.

I stared silently at Demetri who was standing in the doorway. He stared back and glanced at Nahuel's still form.

"Did you do this?" he asked, huffing.

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around my folded legs. Be mindful of your hands, I chanted to myself softly.

I watched Demetri hesitantly bang once on his cell door.

Nahuel remained still.

It happened faster than my eyes could follow. Demetri opened the cell door, and Nahuel ripped his head off.

He was going so fast that he appeared teleporting. I saw his image throughout this event, once. It was when he paused by the door and looked back at me over his shoulder.

The door was open giving me a chance...but the question was should I take it?

I looked away in reply. Too scared to answer, I bit down hard on my bottom lip, ashamed.

I saw a pale skinny hand slide around the door, slamming it. I jumped. It had not been Nahuel. A single growl that seemed to grow with the passing of time was heard. Several slams of something that weighed around a hundred and fifty pounds slammed into the door five times.

I blinked away tears.

Five times, the door was slammed up against. The single growl, grew no more. Instead, something laid flat against the pavement until someone broke it. Five times.

For what could possibly be counted for a limb, a breaking sound was heard. It wasn't like the glass explosion. No, this time it was like a stone angel being hit with a powerful hammer, desperate to prove that angels were not indestructible. That none of us were. It was a simple task, a simple lesson they taught me. I should know, it only took four limbs and a head to prove.

In the present, I was taking my time while basking in satisfaction watching Esme's limp body fall to the ground.

Then, I quickly moved the red dot towards the blonde girl with the curvaceous body who was looking aghast at the long gone brunette.

I centered the red dot and shot her in the back, too. Aw, twinsies I cooed. Her arm shot out trying to grasp the inevitable truth that her mom was dead.I smiled.

Finally, I saw the girl with dark hair and pointed features. She was at least well dressed for her unexpected funeral. I reloaded my gun before sliding it back into my hands.

I heard a loud snarl behind me that worked its way into my soul and shuddered my bones. This must be the blonde's mate, Emmett. The slight scraping of the bark beneath the branch of whatever monster this was...gave me the distance of his and time limit I had. The Volturi had trained not only my powers, but my senses as well. I knew that the bear-like body behind me was just a couple branches away, and I knew that he had crushed approximately sixty-eight leaves to scramble up on the branch.

I shot and aimed before I was knocked out of the tree. I missed...her arm had a hole through it, that showed the expensive white fabric that was torn through. What a waste. I figured I might as well have a pickpocket party over their carcasses. Well, that's if I survived.

I grimaced before the soil floor turned into a blurred mess of darkness. One thing the Volturi never taught was what to do after you were captured.