The 1700s was a scary place to live for a Vampire. They were feared creatures who were thought to be the messangers of Hell. Everyone knows now that there's no such thing as Vampires. Over time, Vampires began to assimilate with the humans, moving to new places before anything could beome suspicious. In the old days, when a Vampire wanted someone new in the Coven, or family of Vampires, a note must be made before hand so that peace could be kept. The leaders of the towns would call forth all the children from five years of age to eighteen. Families would come, as well as friends and family, to see who would get chosen. When a child was chosen, it was taken away and never seen again by the eyes of those who wittnessed.
My birth name I do not remember. Nor the name of my birth family. I was Turned on my fourteenth birthday, the night of the winter solstice; three days after I was bitten. The venom of a vampire takes three days of agonizing pain to take full effect. I don't remember much from that night. But I can easily recall the soft, musical voice of my new vampire father, and the soothing scent that eminated from his skin when he cradled me like a precious newborn.
"Ra J. Williams," he'd said to me that night, holding me to his chest. "But call me Will." Since then I've been living with the Scarab Coven. A group of Vampires dating back to Ancient Egypt. The Teens all got the names of Egyptian Gods because we are supposed to be in the Prime of our human age. I only have a few brothers and sisters in the coven. The adults are my aunts and uncles and there kids are my cousins. I am Wills only daughter which makes me some kind of princess in everyones eyes. My brothers and sisters are the other teens with god names. The youngest of my two brothers, Osiris. Supposedly king of the afterlife, but more like King of the Whiners if you ask me. The other brother, Horace, Falcon God of the sky. He's okay, I guess. Just wallows in his self pity a lot. I guess it's not his fault, though. We picked him up during the 1880s before child abuse was banned. He was a Trainee in the Navy and his father was a bad alchoholic, so he does have some self esteem issues. His girlfriend, my only sister, however needs some serious chill time. Her name is Isis. Goddess of fertility and life. There can be only one LOGICAL explenation as to why she was gifted that name. Because she has so much energy she could clone her self if she wanted to. One minute she's running around looking for me, then she see's something shiney or something flying in the air and follows that instead then when she finally finds me she just stares at me with these scary bug-eyes. AFter a few seconds her face'll go blank and she wont be able to remember what she wanted to see me for. We picked her off a farm in the early 1900s. She was chasing a fox through the feilds after missing the "Harvest" as Uncle Ranses likes to call it. I found her and reported to my uncle, he didn't like her so much and decided to make her into one of us as her punishment. He wound up doing her a favor, much to his dislike. She had severe alergic reactions to everything and sometimes from herself, it seemed. Then she met Horace and now they're inseporable. All you can here twentyfour seven is the sound of their lips pulling apart and smacking together.
My name is Anubis Ra. I was given a gods name instead of a goddess' because William thought it would be appropriate for my powers. Each Vampire with a god name has a special ability that they brought with them from their human life. Isis brought her passion for every living thing and the ability to control wind. Horace brought his military experience and ability to create and control fire. Osiris brought his obnoxiousness and his ability to predict the exact future. My Father, Ra, brought with his his "Fatherly Instincts" and the ability to control water and earth. Anubis means God of the Underworld, so theres many possibilities as to why I got this name. I can tell what someone is feeling by the aura that surrounds their bodies, I can shapeshift into any animal I want, and I can controll all elements. I have some premonissions, too, but they're more like instincts and gut feelings that I act on.
As the centuries passed, the questions in my head piled and piled. For more than three decades I lived on my own in a ghetto somewhere in New York, hoping to find the answers I needed. After a few years, people grew suspicious and I couldn't risk getting caught so I left. Vampires had been passed off as a myth in the early 1800s, and were just farietales told to keep little kids in their beds at night. The one question I couldn't help but keep asking my self, though, was one that befuddled my father. If you can live forever, what do you live for? The answer came to me while I was strolling through a hospital unnoticed as usual when I heard a strange noise.
The bare white walls of the hospital room were bleak, but almost looked like they were glowing. In the bed at the far end of the room lay a woman with tangled hair and covered in sweat. A tall man in a T-shirt and sweatpants stood over her, a look of pride plastered across his face. A look I'd seen on Wills face several times when he looked at me. My silk black hair never curled and fell to my waist, my skin a milky pale, and my ruby red eyes that glistened in the light. I didn't blame all my cousins and aunts for being jelous. I was stunningly beautiful. That day I wore a Catholic school uniform. The white knee high socks, black shoes, light blue plaid skirt, and white T-shirt that buttoned up.
I was curious as to why the sound had called me here, and was also wondering what it was. I'd noticed the woman was cradeling something in a blue fleece blanket. It made a little noise. Something I hadn't heard before. I krept up closer to the couple, and forgot to cloak myself. They looked at me in confusion.
"Are you here from the church to give blessings to my son?" asked the mother who smiled proudly, holding the little human creature towards me. The father stepped foreward, however, ready to share his complaint with us all.
"Vivian, theres something about that girl...I just get this feeling that she's up to something. I don't like it," he whispered loudly to his wife. Her horrifying blond hair glistened in the light from the ceiling. The rain was drenching everyone out side. The mans muscular features suggested that he was a military officer, also noticeable by the posture he took when he stood still, and by the hat with the Military insignia on it.
"I am here to bestow our lords blessings to your child," I stalled on the last word. I hadn't spoken in so long it was weird to hear my voice again. "Though the way my schools Headmaster has taught us is to sing the child to sleep. Would you mind if I rocked him in my arms?" I said in my soft, gentle, kind, musical voice. The mother excepted willingly and quickly without any second thought. The father headed towards the door and stood guard by it to make sure I didn't take off.
I knelt at the bedise and gently cradled the little monkey in my arms. He had his fathers black hair, but I could tell he was going to have his mothers grey eyes. He was beautiful. If love at first sight were true for everyone, now was the time to believe it. There was something about this child that made me drawn to him. With gentle hands I cradled the child close to my chest, and began to rock lightly back and forth on the bed.
"Hush now, Dear Baby.
Be still now don't
cry.
Sleep as your rocked like the stream.
Sleep and remember my one
lulaby,
So that I'll be with you
When you dream."
I lulled the song with my musical, luring voice, to the boys ear. Soon he and his mother Vivian were sound asleep. The father, though rather drowsy, walked back to the bed as soon as I placed the child in his little box thing. He said thank you to me, but still with a hateful tone, and I left. I found it hard to stay away from the baby and his family. So I did what I could to stay invisible and watch as the baby grew strong enough to leave the hospital. I felt so weird, watching them.
When they left, the father was holding the child protectively. It reminded me of what my Vampire birth was like. I awoke in a dull colored room with dimly lit lamps nailed to the walls. The soft glow of the candle more than enough light to see around. William sat on the bench in front of the large window at the front of the room. He gazed out at the stars, watching for some unknown event to occur. I'd gotten up from my bed and crawled in his lap. He held me like I was a child, his muscular arms and tall frame forcing him to haunch his back over. He cradled me there in his arms, and I inhaled the sweet scent that came from his white shirt. He had on a pair of farmer jeans and wore nothing on his feet. His long black hair hung in a pony tail down his back. The full moon had a golden glow that reflected off his ruby red eyes. How gentle his voice sounded that first night I'd heard it. I missed him, and my family. I knew I had to go back. I needed to know what this confusing feeling was that haunted my thoughts.
That was the last time I'd seen the boy. No matter how hard I looked, it was like I couldn't sense him any more. Just as though he ceased to exist. Will told me that it meant I'd found someone special. When I couldn't find him, Will said that it may have just been his energy I was so attracted to. He was appauled to think that I'd been attracted to a newborns blood. I was glad he kept it secret from everyone else because then I would be humiliated to oblivion.
Now, in the start of the twentyfirst century, we all felt it appropriate to go to some place remote. Isis and Horace had no where to go so they came with Will and I. We moved to a small, constantly cloudy town in Washington called Forks. There was a large mansion that could hold us all and more in it on the outskirts of town that had been rented out by a Carlisle Cullen. We took our chance and did what everyone else had done. Assimilated into the human society where we remain.