EMILY RUDD AS DAISY CULLEN

DEATHLESS

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YEAR: 1909.

Daisy had never seen a scene like that before. It was a disaster as much as it was a slaughter. Daisy could see the newborns —what Mistress Maria had called them— running after the humans while they tried to run to save their lives. It never worked. Soon enough the newborns would get bored of that sick game and would just jump onto the humans' necks, sucking their blood for a few seconds and then drop the body on the ground; next, they would go on a hunt, looking for a new prey. Daisy herself wasn't innocent at the act and to know that all you had to do was to take a look at the blood on her lips, chin, clothes, and, of course, at the two headless corpses laying at her feetD

Daisy let her eyes wonder around the place they were hunting. It was a village, smaller than a town but bigger than a hamlet (Mistress Maria had never taken them to a village before!). There was a bonfire in the center of the village where the newborns were burning the corpses of their preys, some people was screaming as they tried to evade their fate, and there was a cold feminine loud laugh in the air. Some newborns laughed as they ended futures while others were just preoccupied in feeding as what was happening had never happened before. Mistress Maria only gave them one or two humans to feed on, and they would have to fight for it, but, this time, she had taken then to a village where they could do whatever they wanted to. For them, what was happening was freedom. No more being locked in the barn and no more fights.

Watching the others newborns, Daisy couldn't help but compare herself to them. She liked to think that she wasn't as sadist as most of them were; she didn't play with the humans as they did, but she did what all of them always do. She killed them with nothing on her mind to stop her. As soon as she concentrated enough in listening to a beating heart, to the blood rushing in someone's vein, she would turn into what she was created to be: a monster.

Looking at where the laugh was coming, Daisy found Mistress Maria. Of course she would be the one laughing at the humans' despair. Mistress Maria stood with a smirk on her scarlet lips atop of the saloon —the tallest building in the village (besides the church). The older vampire watched all the newborns growl and fight each other for blood with apparent satisfaction expressed on her face. There were times where she would let out a loud snicker when a fight for a source of blood between the newborns got hold of her attention. By her side stood Mistress Maria's mate and Daisy's sire, the Major.

Daisy observed both of them with caution. Mistress Maria was short —shorter than Daisy herself— and very sharp with the newborns; her clothes weren't ruined like Daisy's were, and she didn't have much blood on her face as well. In some sense, she was the opposite of Daisy. She then moved her eyes to observe the Major. He was tall, muscular and lean; he also had honey-colored hair that fell just above his collar and, just like everyone in the army, ruby-colored eyes. There was blood on his clothes as well on his neck which was full of bites from the newborns —received from the hard training he put them through. His face was blank of any emotion as he, just like Mistress Maria, watched the newborns fighting for food. As if he felt someone looking at him, Daisy froze when his eyes landed on her.

Jasper analyzed the newborn that was watching him. She had normal stature, silky brown-colored hair that reached just above her hips, and, like the others, blood on her face and clothes. He took note that the two corpses laying on her feet were headless and that she wasn't attacking the humans as the others of her kind were; she was just observing them, much like himself and Maria. The only difference being her wide-open eyes, a horrified expression on her face. Jasper didn't need to use his gift to know what she was feeling.

Tearing her eyes from the Major, Daisy nervously looked at the others. She couldn't help but feel shaken by the intensity of the look that her sire gave her. A few seconds later Daisy tensed when she felt someone looking at her. She held her breath and tried not to move as she knew —or thought she knew— who was the one looking at her. After a few seconds, the sensation that someone was teaching her needed, so she quickly eyed the top of the saloon. Mistress Maria was still there, but the Major was missing. Daisy frowned at that, so she scanned the newborns, looking for him.

"What are you Miss doin' here all alone?" The Major asked when he appeared behind her, making her tense. His voice, she noted, was husky and profound, but still sounded like music to Daisy's ears. It also brought back memories of when she was still human. His voice was the last thing she heard just before she died —when she begged him to do something so she could live—, and it was the first thing she heard after she woke up in this new life. Daisy turned around to look at him, taking a step back when she noticed just how close the two of them were. It made her nervous, and he knew it.

"I'm not hungry anymore, Major," Daisy was born in a time where it was polite and mandatory to use "sir," "lady," and if the person was from the army, their title. Just because she turned into a vampire didn't mean that she was going to turn into a savage. What would her pops say —if he was still alive— if he knew that she was disrespectful to someone who was Major?

Observing her face, Jasper remembered her. He still didn't know the reason why he had chosen to turn her, but he still did. He remembered thinking that she was beautiful and didn't deserve to die or becoming the newborns' blood source. Looking at her closer, he couldn't help but notice how immortality suited her.

Back when she was still a human, she had freckles across her nose and cheeks, blue eyes and baby pink lips. Now, as a vampire, the freckles and the blue of her eyes were gone, but Jasper couldn't help but still think that she still looked beautiful. Jasper also noticed how young she looked and wondered what was her age when she turned her. She couldn't be older than eighteen, so he placed her age at sixteen or seventeen.

"What do they call you, little girl?" he finally asked.

The newborn didn't hesitate to answer, but she did respond with caution lacing her voice.

"Daisy Williams, and you?"

As soon as she noticed her mistake, she closed her eyes and held her breath certainly thinking that her disrespect would lead to her death. Jasper smirked when he saw the newborn's reaction, but let it slice. But just this time.

"Major Jasper Whitlock, ma'am."