(A/N) This is my first fan fiction so please be kind.I am open to all you people's constuctive critisism. Oh, and please tell me if I have made a spelling mistake or something, then I will try to change it. (I HATE TYPOs) :)
Okay, enjoy!
P.S The point of view is from a vampire called Faye. It is set in the future- no specific date yet, but around the time when the Cullens move back to Forks High. And also, excuse my English spelling- I am from England, so bear with me American Twilgiht fans!
Chapter One- Realization
I had never once in all my years doubted my kindness towards humans. I knew they were my prey, and that their deaths sustained me, but I also knew they had feelings. They felt pain. Wow, that was an understatement. They felt more pain than I could even imagine. So when it was a certain human's time to die, to unwillingly give their life to me, I made sure they hardly felt a thing.
I remembered all the covens I had briefly joined. I remembered all the unpalatable games they played. Who could kill the most humans in an allocated time slot? Who could make a human scream the loudest, or for the longest amount of time? But perhaps the worst of all; who could make a human fall in love with them, kiss them, procreate with them? To this day I shudder at the memory. The human involved always ended up dead; used for entertainment purposed and discarded like a broken toy.
I spent three decades with the Volturi. The rulers of our world. The Italian scum. All those people who had been taken underground to our dwelling from Spain, France and other European countries to their deaths. They thought they were on a guided tour around Italy- I could feel their ignorance. A few minutes later I could feel the intense fear of those who were still alive. That was to be expected. How would you feel if you had seen your friends die right in front of you?
I had only had that feeling of waiting to die once in my existence. Those memories were hazy objects from my human life; the minutes before I was changed. I had watched my brothers die, my parents die, and I was waiting for my own turn. The only thing was my creator thought I had a potential gift.
But these humans had no hope, and that was the thing I could not stand. After taking 30 years worth of this crap, I decided to leave; I had had enough. After our 'meal' I went to converse with Aro, the unofficial leader of the Volturi. He touched my hand to find out what was troubling me. All my thoughts were then his and he kept hold of my hand.
'You want to leave?' His papery skin creased into a frown.
'Yes. I cannot bear the hurt humans are feeling when you massacre them all at once as you do.'
'As 'you do'?' His frown deepened. 'You distance yourself from us already?'
'Yes. As you know I don't intend to stay and unnecessarily harm humans.'
'Just like Carlisle Cullen' He murmured more to himself than me.
'Who is Carlisle Cullen?' I asked. I had never heard his name or any rumours. I usually knew these things. If there was something I didn't know, it must be a subject of shame for the guard.
'He is an old friend of mine. At least, I know not if he considers me a friend now.' I offered my hand to him and he took it. I thought of a single question: Why.
'Ah, Faye. He hunts animals instead of humans.' I must have thought a million thoughts to myself saying I was stupid for not thinking of that myself. All the thousands of humans I could have spared.
'It is not natural, Faye.' Aro said. I stopped thinking; remembering Aro still had my hand. 'Instinct is far better than preference.'
'Where can I find Carlisle Cullen?' I asked blankly. I needed to find that man. I needed him to teach me to hunt animals.
'He lives in Washington with his coven- I mean family.'
Family?
'Yes, family.' How many of them were there? Three? Four? Surely no more than five. 'Ah, Faye, you are wrong. There are nine in the immediate family. And five more in Denali.'
Fourteen?
'And they all hunt animals?' I asked.
'Yes.' I was going to find these people. And, if they accepted me after all the humans I had killed, I would join their family.
'I am going to need money. American money. And I need a passport. Oh, and Carlisle's scent'
Aro frowned. I removed my hand from his and stepped back away from him.
'I can arrange this for you. At least have a formal goodbye with all the guard present.'
'As you wish, Aro. I will depart tomorrow at dusk.'
I left the room. It was a cloudy Italian day. I could go and shop for clothes in town. Wow, I hadn't shopped for clothes in more than 40 years. Would my credit card be valid still? Worth a try. I would have to go alone because my acquaintances at the guard lacked the morals to control their thirst around humans. I slipped in my contact lenses from my pre-Volturi days. I changed from my black velvet robe into a low cut t-shirt and a very short skirt.
I left the dwelling and felt the warm air crash against my face. I headed north to the town centre towards the designer boutiques. I went into a shoe store first. I was met with wolf whistles.
All of the male assistants jostled to serve me as I flicked my waist length hair. I caught a few jealous glances from the female staff. Oh, it was good to be back.
I picked out a man child to help me pick out my shoes. Man child? I flickered back 60 years in my mind to find the correct word for an adolescent child. Teenager. I smiled to myself in self triumph.
'Excuse me, young man, can you possibly help me?' I trilled in my always charming voice. The teenager looked both ways to confirm I was speaking to him. Paulo. That was his name. It was on his name tag, above the word trainee.
'Yes, you, Paulo.' I smiled a comforting smile at him. He stepped forward, still hesitant. I grew impatient, but I kept flashing my dazzling smile in his direction. 'I would like to purchase some shoes please.'
'W-w-what kind of shoes do y-you want miss?'I frowned for a split second then recomposed my face. It had been 40 years since my last shopping trip.
'I haven't shopped in a while. I will buy any shoes you recommend for me, money is no object.' I darted my eyes across the room. Everyone was staring at me, but the envious glares from the other male staff were quite flattering. I looked at the nervous teenager. He was upset, battling an inward battle of what he should do. I think the logical part of him won.
'Sorry miss, I don't have much experience in choosing shoes for clients.' His eyes briefly flickered to his name tag. No sooner as he did this, the male staff started fighting again., but more violently this time. As well as the chance to help a beautiful woman choose her shoes, there was also a sure promise of a large commission.
'Don't worry, Paulo. Just pick the shoes.' He relaxed. I leaned into him so that only he could hear me. 'You could do with a larger pay check as well.'
I felt him inhale my scent. His heart picked up the pace and blood raced through his veins. I quickly leaned away from him and once again looked around at my audience. The male staff were staring in disbelief at me and Paulo. How could Paulo pull a chick like that? I chuckled. This was Paulo's day to make history.
Paulo walked round the room picking out a few shoes for me. I tried them on, and smiled flirty smiles at Paulo just to boost his ego a little. After he picked out fourteen pairs, he stopped. We stood for a few seconds in front of the final isle. The shoes in this row were very beautiful. I realized what he was doing.
'Paulo, I said money was no object. Let's continue.'
He continued on through the final isle. He let me choose from this isle; he didn't want to push my money limit at all. He trailed behind me carrying all the shoes I chose. One of my favourites was the seven inch heeled sandals with a heart shaped diamond that bounced above each foot when I walked in them. I bought 37 pairs of shoes in total. As we went to the posh till, he scribbled down a number on a piece of paper and slid the paper towards me.
'Is that okay?' he asked, nervous again. I smiled at him, and gave him my very old, yet very posh credit card.
'That's just fine.' I smiled. A sign the size of a business card on the far wall caught my attention.
Each member of staff in this store earns 5% commission if they ensure a sale.
I did the math in my head. My dear Paulo would earn a nice €30,000 bonus this month. I took my credit card back and gave Paulo a kiss on the cheek. As his heart started fluttering I leaned away quickly, not trusting myself to resist. I asked three of the older men to carry my bags as I left the building. I stopped, realising I had no car. These men would suspect something if I left with no car after seeing me blow over half a million euro on shoes. Then I saw it. Far away. A classic Porsche convertible with its key still in its ignition. Its owner not in sight. If I told the men to hurry up, I could speed up and drive away. Park it outside my next stop- a clothes store.
'Hurry, I have an appointment.' I started to run, slowly for me but moderate speed for a human. The men followed suit with a puzzled expression. I told them to put the shoes in the back seat and I jumped in and drove away, towards a clothes boutique.
(A/N) I hope you enjoyed my first chapter! Please review, I would really appreciate it! Oh and sorry about the long shopping scene- it was really fun to write, so I drew it out a bit! (or maybe a lot...)
P.S this chapter is called Realization because Faye realizes that there is another way to quench her thirst. It would be very obvious if i hadn't drawn out the shopping scene.
