Reformation
Next time I have to hunt, I'm going to run. A small town will do me the world of good. My name is Isabella de Luca; I am half Human, and Half Vampire. For the past 6 years I have worked as a hunter for the Volturi. But I have had enough. I am going to reform.
Voltura, Italy, Unknown Date, Unknown Time
I don't know how many times I have been forced to do this, put my life on the line for those who don't even seem to care if I come back. My mother has tried to get my out of this life before, several times in fact. But each time there is something… someone, standing in our way. The fist time, my mother tried to save my from my fate was when I was five years old, she tried to leave before this life could fully take me over, but she couldn't leave my father. She said it was love that kept her here, but I have the feeling that it was something else entirely. And every time since then, there has always been someone waiting to collect me from the city gates before I have even had a chance to escape.
I never knew before why my mother wanted me to leave so much. When I was younger I never wanted for anything. I was Isabella de Luca, the daughter of one of the most influential men in Voltura, Italy. Any object that even flitted through my childish mind was before me before I could even open my mouth. I thought I had the perfect life, but when I was ten years old it all suddenly changed. I started having strange feelings and thoughts, neither of which should belong to a ten year old girl. I didn't, couldn't, understand them at first. It wasn't until almost a year later that I started to understand them, and what I was destined to become.
I was eleven years, three days, and seventeen minuets old when I killed my first vampire.
I still remember it like it was yesterday, the majestic creature that was hunched over at the waste, gripping its sides as if it was in pain. Her long, tangled blond hair that fell over her face as she tilted it up so that I could take a glance at her blood red eyes that where clouded with both pain and rage. Dried blood and mud clung to both her milk-white body and ratty clothing. She was begging to die, begging me to take her life, so that she could be reunited with the one that she loved.
At the time I did not believe that it was possible for there to be an afterlife for the pitiful creatures like the one before me, just like I did not believe that they could fall in love, and in turn be loved by those like me. Humans. Mortals. Food. I don't know what I believe in anymore. I don't think I have in a while. Years of killing, for the good of my family or so I have been told, has left me desensitized, unable to tell myself from those that I hunt.
I think that it would do me some good to get away; maybe I could go and visit my uncle. A small town could do me the world of good. Or at least I hope so. I feel like I need to become me again, human, and ten years old. I need to go back to how I was before all of this mess started. Too bad I cant just pick up and go like any other person in this world. I am too important to the Volturi. In their eye, the only way that I would be leaving Voltura would be on one of their little "assignments" or in a body bag.
Next time I have to hunt, I am going to run.
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A.N.
so here is my first twilight fic, don't know if this is any good (I got it checked over by my friend when we were on holiday but I have done a little to it since then.) so tell me if you like it… hell tell me if you don't! And if you don't understand something just ask… I will tell you… if it doesn't give away some of my story line!
Ok… so if any of my POT readers are here and reading this story… I am still working on 'Anyone for Tennis' my muse has just taken me in a different direction at the moment… maybe I need to go and read it again to get inspired…
Later,
Yukiru-4-eva!