Yeah, I just kind of pulled this one from out of thin air. I always wanted to make a story on the Romanians' past, since it's not explored enough. This has nothing to do with Break the ice, just me having too much free time. I don't own Twilight and never will. If I did...welll...let's just be glad I don't. I may have messed up on the timeline of events, so if anyone knows the actual years, please share. I'm bad at math

Sometime around the year 498 B.C

"Stefan! Stefan! Where the fuck are you?"

A young boy with long, curly black hair looked up from the food he had caught, turning around to see his Mother storming over to him, anger written on her pale, dirty face. Stefan winced as she pulled him by the arm, back handing him across the face. "Who do you think you are?" She snarled, slapping him again. "You didn't collect the chicken's eggs like I told you to do!"

The thirtneen year old grimaced. "I'm sorry Mother," he said quietly. "I'll go do it now."

"Too late for that, I already did it. Look at the crops over there! They haven't even been weeded yet!" His Mother screamed, shoving Stefan to the ground and giving him a kick. "Just wait till your Father hears about this!"

Stefan paled at that thought. His Mother continued to round on him, giving him a swift kick in the ribs. "You're pathetic! Your older brothers were better than this! Now look at them, they're already leaders in our tribe!"

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Stefan picked himself up, grabbing a stick and heading over to the wheat crops. The day was dreadfully wet and he was shivering under the thin material he called a cloak. Why was it that he had to work outside while his Mother and sister worked inside?

"Stop slouching and work!" His Mother screamed again, slapping his head and returning back into their hut. Stefan did not say a word. He never did.

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

Stefan hacked at a weed that was in the ground, watching it fall to the ground, dead. He wondered if it hurt the plant, being cut into pieces. He knew that it hurt for humans. He had been cut practically everyday. He felt the impact of the kick in his ribs giving out a dull ache and the fire on his cheeks burning, yet he carried on. After all, he didn't want to face his Father. He was ten times worse than his Mother.

Things had always been this way. Ever since he could remember, his family had hated him. Was it because they did not want another child? Was it because he brought them nothing but grief? He did not know what it was, but it didn't matter. It was not like he could feel them anymore.

Don't know what you're expecting of me

He remembered when he was smaller, the beatings had been more frequent. His Father would come home, beat him while his Mother, and sometimes his brothers and sister would watch, smiles on their faces. After their Father was done, their Mother would hand him a rag and tell him to wash his pathetic, ugly face. He always did as he was told, limping and crawling to the river in the middle of the night, where who knows what would be out.

He used to sit and cry about it, before the feelings had dried out. Now, whenever they would hit him, he would silently endure it. Praying it would be over soon and he could rest. It hurt, but he couldn't feel it anymore. His parents were begining to understand this and it angered them. Sometimes the beating would go on for hours on end.

When they weren't beating him, they would always be yelling at him. Always telling him how perfect his older brothers were, how they never were a nuisance and how they never were a disapointment.

Put under the preassure, of walking in your shoes

It didn't matter though, no matter what he did, they would never love him. There was no room in their hearts for that. This was a fact he accepted with little dignity and little feeling. He sighed and realized he was now done with the weeding. The sun was peaking out from the clouds, begining to set in the sky. His Fathe would be back soon. It was best to get inside.

He shut the door to the hut, his Mother glaring at him from her spot on their mat. "Here," she said irritably. "Make yourself useful and cut this potato."

"Yes ma'm," he said and he quickly grabbed it from her and took a knife from the pile, peeling away at the peel. His sister, Katrina, looked at him with a smug look, relishing in the fact that their parents never laid a hand on her. She was too beautiful for that. The peeling was quiet, or, it was, until their Father walked in. He sauntered over to his wife, giving her a kiss and patting Katrina on the head. He turned to Stefan with unfathomable eyes. "I see the crops were not weeded good enough," he growled.

Stefan blanched. Here it comes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'll work on it more tomorrow."

He had expected the slap, falling backwards and hitting his head on the wall. His Father glared hatefully at him. "You worthless piece of shit!" He growled. "You can't even do anything right!"

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow, every step that I take is another mistake to you

Stefan did not say anything. He never did. His Fathe walked over, grabbing him and taking him outside. He grabbed the pole and shoved Stefan down, the blows falling down on Stefan's back. He could hear the blood pouring down over his skin and into his mouth, dripping down his chin. His Father kicked his jaw and brought the pole down on his head, rendering Stefan unconcious.

"A mistake. You're just a mistake," he could hear his Father mutter. "But don't worry, I'll take care of you soon enough.

For the next few nights, the beatings had ceased. His Father would come home and not say anything to him. Neither would his Mother or Katrina. He could however, hear his parents talk about him while they were sleeping. He didn't know what they were talking about, but he had a pretty good idea that something was going to happen soon.

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

It wasn't until one night, when Stefan was sitting and helping with the mending that his Father came home with a delighted smile on his face. In his hands, he was carrying a large piece of meat that would last them for weeks. His Mother smiled and Katrina clapped her hands in glee. His Mother cocked her head at her husband. "Darling, how on earth did you get this?"

Father grinned. "I bargained for it. It was a pretty good deal, but it came with a price," He turned towards the open door. "You can come in now, boys!"

I've become so numb

Two men walked into the hut, their black cloaks blending into the darkness of the night. His Mother instinctivley wrapped and arm around Katrina. "Husband, what is this?" She hissed.

Father turned to her. "Don't worry, they won't harm Katrina."

The first man looked at his Father. "Where is the reward you're supposed to give us?"

His Father walked over and pulled Stefan by the arm. "Here he is. Keep him if you want."

I can't feel you there

The second man took Stefan, his dark eyes scrutinizing over him. "Hmm," he mused. "Strong body, pale skin, gentle eyes, dark, curly black hair, he'll do." He turned to his Father and shook his hand. "It was nice doing buisness with you sir."

"Same to you,"

Become so tired, so much more aware

Stefan struggled as they began to pull him away. He glared at them, kicking one of them in the shins and running to his Father. "Father! Father! Please don't let them take me! Please!" He clutched his Father's legs, begging and pleading. His Father just kicked him away and the first man grabbed him, flipping him over his shoulder as if he weighed nothing. "FATHER! MOTHER!" He cried out, watching as their faces got farther and farther away as the men walked to their wagon.

They didn't do anything though, they just had pleased looks on their faces. Stefan felt many burried emotions well up: fear, sadness, but most of all, anger. He hated them. Why were they doing this? Why?

The man put him in the wagon, chaining him to the side and shoving a cloak on his lap. The men hopped on their ride and began to move along; Stefan just sitting there and watching as his home became smaller and smaller until it was just a tiny dot before disapearing completly. He let out an angry groan and hissed under his breath. The man sitting in front of him glared down at him, daring him to speak. Stefan just glared back.

He didn't think things could get any worse than this. He was dead wrong.

Well, review! The song was Faint by Linking Park. I don't own that either