A Thousand Years

Ch.1 To Sleep Again

I stared out at the vast horizon. It was night time, the wind was crisp and fresh as it blew against my lightly tanned skin, the stars glistened against the sapphire sky, and the moonlight glowed beautifully. The night was perfect and seemingly endless. What I'd give to be able to sleep again, at least on a night like this. It's so peaceful, so serene.

"Nikita?"

"Come in."
I turned around and faced Carmen.

"Why haven't you packed yet?"

"There isn't much to bring, I can do it tomorrow morning." Carmen laughs a bit, a sparkling twinkling laugh that sounds musical.

"What?"

"Nothing, it's just after all these years your still the same child."
I snorted.

"Can you blame me, I was changed at the young age of fifteen."

"Always your excuse dear one." I smiled at her, she had really become like a mother. Her expression turned serious once my hazel eyes met hers.

Are you sure you want to come with us?" I sighed.

"Yes, I'd like to see the child as well, see what all the fuss is about."

"Oh Nikita you will love Renesmee." She gushed and I rolled my eyes.

"Hopefully." I said under my breath.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?"

"Positive, I'm not thirsty."

"Ok we'll be back soon."
I smiled, she still treats me like I'm fifteen, I don't mind, I've missed having someone mother me.

"Alright." With one dazzling smile, she dosed off in lightning bolt speed. Carmen was the fastest out of us all in the Denali Coven, it use to be Irina, but she's long gone from this world. Her passing had become a burden at my heart, but what she did wasn't forgivable, and to make things worse, she did it out of love, for someone who didn't even love her as much as she did.

I never really liked Laurent, he reminded me to much of Aro, they were both very manipulative. It never became clear to me as to why Irina took a liking at Laurent, I mean she's brilliant, so I don't know why she made such an idiotic, illogical move. Ah, the wonders of love, it's all pathetic in my mind. Love doesn't exists, people who are 'in love' are intoxicated by lust, simply lust, nothing more. To me, love is just an excuse to have sex. There is no such thing as love, not in this world.

Another thing that doesn't exist in this world are kind men. All men are ruthless savages, power seeking, monstrous things. Ok, maybe not all men are viscous and heartless, like Eleazer and Garret, but the majority are. I have experience as proof.

I looked at my opened suitcase, it was hungry and begging for clothes. Seeing as I had nothing better to do, I decided to start packing. Carmen would be proud, the thought makes me smirk. I quickly throw in some clothes. Finished.

As I go to close the bag, I remember to pack in one more thing. I go over to my dresser and snag the memory that will always be with me. It's an old, rusty locket of a heart, it belonged to my mother. My kind, caring, compassionate, loving mother. I miss her with all my heart, well what's left of it, Tanya often calls it an empty black hole.

I thumb the locket, it's a simple piece of jewelry, a solid heart made from sterling silver. I treasure it, to me not even the most expensive piece of jewelry could compare. My mother wasn't rich, growing up I couldn't have the things I wanted. On my eleventh birthday this was all she could give me, yet I loved it, it was important to her, so it was a loving gesture to hand it over to me.

My mother and I were very close, considering the fact that it was only us against the world and she raised me all on her own. Even though we were poor, she never sought to give me what I needed. She was a worker, a fighter, an admirable woman. Nothing like my father...nothing. My father was an inhuman and cruel man.

He was a good for nothing drunk, wasting whatever money my mother could make on his selfish craving for liquor. He never spoke to me, at least not civilly, and if he did the words were usually screams, commands, or slurs. He never picked me up when I was a child nor did he hold me close to him. He was nothing of a father. To make matters worse he was an abusive man.

He would taunt and hit my mother, if he was in a good mood that's all she would receive. If he wasn't then he would tragically beat her to the point where a pool of blood would be her neighbor and her limbs were so painful all she could do was lay on the floor and we would helplessly watch each other. Thank goodness it stopped though. One cold night my father came home drunk again, it wasn't like anything I had seen from his previous forms.

I almost didn't recognize him, the blood shot fury in his eyes caused a whole new level of fear into me, then everything went black. He took my mother outside, she told me to stay in the house but being the disobedient child I was I followed, until he shoved me back into the tiny creak we called a home. As I stayed locked in there, her echoing screams rang in my ears until they slowly drifted off. I don't know how I fell asleep, or if I was just blanked out unconscious, maybe all the banging on the door sucked out my energy or the hard blow I got on the head, I couldn't remember. I just remembered waking up to see a pale beauty that was my mother.

She picked me up in her arms and we took off. I was to tired to ask, just the mere sight of her there brought back the life in my veins. She explained everything to me later on. How my father abandoned her on the streets when he was finished, how she was so close to dying, when all of a sudden a vampire came and saved her. At first I thought she was speaking rubbish, that the traumatic incidents caused this, but I examined her drastic change in physical appearance and the sudden thirst she had for blood. The vampire that found here taught her how to control the thirst, and my mother, being the saint she is, learned quick.

Not only because she had to, but because she wanted to. As she told me, I realized that I had been locked up at home for a month. I wasn't fully unconscious, but the dreaded feeling off death made my functioning go wrong, yet it was still a blur. Father must have fed me, but that didn't matter to me, saving me from death or not, I would never forgive him.

What mattered was the fact that my mom was now strong enough to take care of herself. As the weeks past us by she was becoming better at controlling her thirst. She was positive that she wouldn't have to ever taste human blood, until that one unfaithful day. I had been suffering from a horrid case of pneumonia, the bacteria and infection was so bad that it was slowly killing me, the doctors couldn't do anything but watch me, of course my mother wouldn't have it. She bit me, the excruciating stinging of the venom as it ran through my body will be a feeling I would never forget. The feeling of daggers being thrusted into every inch of your body.

It was harder for my mother though, the scent of my raw blood filling her nostrils caused tempting sensations, the mere nectar like sweetness almost caused her to drain every single fabric of the liquid. She found it in her to stop, luckily she did, I knew she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if she didn't. When I woke up my throat ached and burned, it was rough and chaste, dried like parchment and thirsting for a drop of the rich, heavenly liquid. She brought me animals blood and I scarfed it down. It was good, it contained my thirst, but I wasn't satisfied. I contemplated about killing a human, how easy it would be, one single snap and I'd drain away the blood.

My mother stopped me though. She told me that I'd be taking away a person's life, I'd be a murderer, taking away an innocent person's chance of fully experiencing life, that their family would be devastated, and that I was once a human to. It was hard, it was very hard, I wanted to scream like a mad woman because of the cravings, yet I found the tiniest ounce of strength not to. Not only was she my mother but she was my mentor, I thought we would live together in eternity, but I was wrong.

Well, according to some mutts, I was changed on their land, so they killed my mother. Of course, she didn't go down without a fight, but in the end she lost. I saw how those monsters killed her, they chewed off limb by limb, flesh was skinned off, then heartlessly thrown into a pit of fire. Those foul dogs make me sick to my stomach. This is why when the Olympic Coven needed help fighting off the Volturi, I didn't show myself. I wasn't ready to face with the wolves, I might have fought them off rather than the Volturi, and what help would that have been?

When my mom was savagely killed I was left on my own. I wanted to kill myself as well, but knowing what my mother sacrificed just so I would be able to stay alive prevented me from doing so. When I met Carmen and Eleazer they took me in. Eleazer was a bit apprehensive at first, but he accepted me in the end. I'll be forever grateful to those two. Later we joined Tanya's Coven. So here we are, one big happy, cold family.

"I see you've packed, it's quite a surprise your never this prepared." There is no need to question where the taunting voice came from. I smirk at the angelic blond in front of me. It's no surprise why Garret chose Kate.

"I'm glad my tidiness entertains you, how was the hunt?"

"Good, it got Garret's energy back." She said with a sly smile and I turned horrified. It must have shown on my features, for I felt my brows knit together.

"If you two are going to have sex, do it in the woods or something, our rooms are right next to each other, and hearing both of your groans aren't very comfortable."

"Well it isn't my problem, maybe you can learn a few tips from us as well." She finished with a wink, and I rolled my eyes.

"Tips that I'm not even going to use."

"Whatever Nikita, I suggest you stuff your ears with pillow stuffing then." She said pointedly to the pillow on my foot. I lunged the pillow at her with lightning speed but she was fast enough to catch it. She laughed as she skipped out of my room. I won't admit it, but I'm glad Kate found someone, it took her mind off of Irina, and it's made her happy.

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