Memoirs

I do not own Twilight, but I can dream.

My first Fanfic.

James, Laurent and Victoria were scary, but during the second world war there was a far more fearsome type of vampire, one the military used to fight the opposing countries, France's ultimate secret weapon. Rated M for blood, mass-murder and in one chapter, attempted rape and graphic killing. Enjoy.

I was alone and scared, but that didn't stop me from being thirsty, I still remember what I did, I was never going to forgive myself for it, I remembered the night I was changed so clearly, there was no way of forgetting the terrible burning pain that rocked me and took my mortality.

I was gone for six days and when I returned to my family, I couldn't control myself, I killed every last one of them and drained them of their blood, even my nephew, sweet young Michael, only a baby... After that day I tried everything to kill myself, I couldn't live with my conscience, I wanted to die.

Those days merged into one, I couldn't sleep, nor did I need to for that matter, but still, the idea was the same.

I spent my time trying to use my thirst in a way that could benefit humanity, a war had started and life was hell so I didn't see a humanity to benefit, then I had a brainwave.

If I could get behind enemy lines (and let's face it, I'm a vampire, who's going to stop me?) I could wipe out hundreds! (not to mention quench my thirst)

So, with that, I began...