The Twilight World & all reconizgable characters from it are (c) Stephanie Meyer! I own only the OC! Beta-read by Kiwistar!
Notes: Demetri/OC, Before New Moon, Gore & violence, Possible swearing, Possible implied adult themes later on (and I mean, later on- not in the next few chapters!)
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Pain, that's my first memory. A wildfire that swept through my body; it raged war and death on everything in my body. I felt my mouth open and I know I did scream but it didn't help. I felt no cooling touch, no gentle hand of death as countless books I had read, said that is what you would feel. Nothing peaceful and serene, just more agony that burst into me. The hours were blended together by the fire; moments went by slowly, dragging along like wet clothing.
I believe I passed out sometime after I was attacked. But only after what I thought was forever, which could have only been an hour or even just a few minutes. Endless agony, even unconscious I swear I still felt the pain. Three days, I learned. Three days I had taken to change.
I woke up, about midnight, and I gasped. Everything was far clearer than I remembered. The buildings popped out even in the darkest hour of the night. They were quite plain to my eyes, despite three days ago I found myself… I frowned, trying to remember what happened before. But my head merely spun the memories together and blurred them together; I couldn't figure out what happened.
I glanced around, not blinking I noted, as I took in this new world. Was I dead? Is this Heaven? Or Hell? I went to church with my parents as a child, I think… I couldn't bring up any memories of a church building or even a community center. I sighed and the scents attacked me at full force.
I could smell the flowers down the alley, the trash in a nearby can, a few little birds, and the other scent… a juice flowed into my mouth and instinctively, what was left over of my human needs, I swallowed it. It was almost sour and sweet, bittersweet almost. The frown on my brow deepened and I couldn't understand. But the scent made my throat start to burn again. My hand shot to it, scarcely touching it with my fingertips.
I felt odd. No… I felt different. I could hear the low noises of cars going by, the dripping of water coming off a pipe somewhere… my ears were intoned to everything. The scent hit me again and I took off running.
Everything attracted to me was like watching a slow motion part of a movie. I easily dodged the buildings, the corners, watched where the cobblestone was upturned or even unstable, not willing me to trip. But I was trying to focus on everything around me and the scent guided me. Suddenly, I was exploded into a million different ones.
Then something reached out and tried to grab me but I danced around it, snarling a ferocious snarl and I glared at them. My first thought was: how dare they ruin this thrill! The mere movement of my legs was causing happiness, such an innocent movement and they've stopped it. Anger boiled in my body and I growled again, it starting deep in my chest and it ripped out of my mouth.
I could make out the details in their face. Frosted brown hair on upon his head, scarcely seeable to the human eye underneath a smoky black cloak. He pulled it down, staring at me with unmoving crimson red eyes. His skin was like a marble white, beautiful but dangerous. He almost reeked of the danger; it wrapped around him and it seemed to love him.
My stance shifted as I became puzzled. I knew something was odd; something that was completely different from three days before. For a moment, I wondered if I had just hit my head too hard and this all was a nice little dream. He stared at me when suddenly another cloaked one came out. The scent, the most appealing, mouth-watering scent hit me again, the same force was before and I whimpered.
My throat burned and they weren't letting my quench the burning sensation. Something just told me inside my head that that scent would put out the burn and smother it until it came time again for it.
"A newborn, Jane. Scarcely hours old from the final transformation." The frosted brown haired man purred. His voice was like silk, floating and caressing my ears. He seemed to be smirking at me and I growled, despite the prettiness of his voice.
"Demetri," spoke the other figure. Her figure was short compared to the two of us. Her blonde hair was pulled into a slightly messy bun on top of her head and her crimson eyes were surrounding by dark black make-up. She was more dangerous than the first one; she had to be by the way the man, Demetri, avoided touching her. He was submissive to her.
The absolute order of who was leader and who was the follower confused me. But I didn't like the air around the blonde one; it irritated me to be in her presence. I growled, scooting away from them. The girl arched an eyebrow and continued to talk with Demetri.
"She could have a power perhaps."
Demetri stared at me.
"Maybe, Jane. She's quite thirsty."
"Yes. She is."
Thirsty? Powers? The words, they confused me and coming from these unknown people, I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. A gentle wind ruffled and immediately, I picked out the scent. I spun around on a heel and dashed off. There were growls and snarls rippling from behind me but I didn't stop. Something told me that I could outrun them. I heard two different footfalls behind me and I growled now, suddenly ignoring the scent that seemed to be dimming and burst into another spurt of speed. I wouldn't let them outrun me!
The building scenery faded and we encountered the countryside. I continued to race onward, enjoying the rush of the wind ruffling my blonde hair and the ground flying underneath me. The smell of greens, morning dew and other things, flew into my nose and the smell of flower pollen was strong.
"Stop! We'll report back to the Master and see what he tells us. She may just be another silly newborn," snarled Jane. I didn't hear the male say anything back and I didn't stop to find out if he did. I kept running until morning's light.
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The sunlight bounced off my skin, reflecting almost diamond like sparkling. I gawked at it, slowly turning my arm so I could see the reflection from different angles. For a moment, the burning in my throat was forgotten and I was absorbed into staring at my skin. Flawless, marble white just like Jane and Demetri's own skin. The shock subdued and the need to hunt was strong. My muscles froze as I listened throughout the woodsy area I was in.
The shouts of something in Italian caught my attention and I silently sprinted off. I saw a herd of sheep of being moved around, their little hooves pounding an odd rhythm to my ears. But my eyes only lingered on them for a moment; they darted to the man standing there. It was an older man, aged and silver haired. He shouted something and whistled through a small, metal whistle that was in his mouth. A black and white sheep dog barked and started to dart around the sheep, herding them once more.
My body tingled in anticipation at the sight of the man. The juice flowed into my mouth and for once, I didn't try and swallow it. Though I knew it was unattractive, I couldn't stop myself as I stared at the man. I leapt out of the safety of the tree line. I didn't smell any more humans but I didn't care.
The man turned around just as I arrived in front of him. All he could say before I touched him was a small little gasp. My hands shot to his throat and I felt the bones crumble underneath my fingertips, the delicious smell of blood racing around underneath his skin. I felt the juice flood my mouth and I lunged from his throat. His skin shredded underneath my teeth like wet paper. I pressed my lips to it and started to drink, the blood spilling over my mouth and dribbling onto my shirt, my pants and the ground.
I could hear it splash onto the grass blades, blending into the morning dew barely there.
I moaned delightfully as the blood soothed my throat. The burn censed to exist and I felt the body start to shrivel beneath me. I groaned inwardly, trying to get more out of it but not a single drop came. I didn't stare at the man, tears forming in my eyes and they didn't spill over. A choked sob escaped my throat and I picked up the body, tearing off into the woods to bury him.
I dug a deep grave and dropped the body in there, tossing and throwing dirt angrily down there. Finally, the ground look undisturbed and I glanced down, realizing my shoes were covered in blood. I took them up and tore them to shreds, all while sobbing. The tears still didn't spill. But I felt good, my body felt good. I wanted to run again.
I buried my shoes near the grave and decided to head deep into the area. Just so I could…understand what I've become. But the word already had been floating in my head and finally it appeared on my tongue. It couldn't be true, impossible! But everyone knew that legends come from real things that inspired them.
"Vampire," I whispered, glancing at the grave before I crumpled and curled into a tiny ball. The urge to run away disappeared.