Hey, guys... So this is my second Twilight Fanfic. My previous fic, "Elizabeth Guinevere Swan" I wrote when I was like fourteen/fifteen, and I was pretty immature writer in that period. Even so, it is one of my most popular fics, I still get notification of people following and favorite-ing it, and I'm like "nuuuu... Why tho?". So, I won't delete it, but I am thinking about rewriting it, wouldn't be a lot of plot changes, mostly just some revamped grammar, and better character arcs and stuff. Tell me what you think down in the reviews. Otherwise, I am starting this new Twi-Fic, just a forewarning, I prefer the Volturi to the Cullens, but there will be no bashing of the Cullens, just minor character disagreements. lol.
I think that's about it for this... So let's get started. Warning, this contains characters who suffered from repeated sexual assault during their time as human. It will only be mentioned briefly.
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I watched the scummy streets of the city they call "See-Attle". I am perched at the edge of a tall, stone building overlooking the harbor, waiting for Kallisto to resurface. This was the place we agreed upon a decade ago for our next reunion. My deep maroon eyes catch sight of a silvery, pale flash in the water at the mouth of the harbor. Sister always did prefer the cruel oceans to people. We had been eight when the traders had taken us from our small clan. I do not remember the date, but it had been three hundred winters before the Babylonian Empire fell. We had been sold to an unspecific King, his name isn't even remembered in the history books. Kallisto and I are likely the only ones to even remember him.
They took us by sea, instead of land. My sister and I were born in the lands they call "Ger-Many" now. The raid is one of the few human memories we have left. The next, and last seven years of our lives were spent as exotic whores in the king's brothel. I believe Kallisto birthed a daughter when we were thirteen and twelve respectively. She had never been the same, as I remember, after that.
I blinked as Kallisto's pale, ash-blonde hair shimmered in the moonlight briefly before re-submerging. I stood, the inky, wool fabric of my cloak swirling heavily around my petite body. My black hair blended in with my dark clothing, making my pale skin stand out. I stepped off the edge of the building, free-falling to the pavement below. I soundlessly sprinted to the water's edge in time to watch my older sister crawl on her forearms out of the water, her tail twitching and flailing as she began to revert back to legs. Her elongated fingernails dug into the rocky shore and she growled deep in her chest from the burning pain she experienced with every alteration she made to her body.
Kallisto could only change a part of herself into a replica of another mammal's appendage from her pre-existing limbs. She could not fully alter her bone structure, like grow horns or tails extending from her spine, but She could elongate her fingers enough to give herself bat wings from her arms, or fuse her legs together in a tail of similar fashion to that of the famous Disney film "The Little Mermaid". She could easily remold her skin to stretch, and she always has her "claws". Two-inch long cat claws she always armed herself with. Teeth were harder to change, but after several centuries of practice Kallisto would sometimes hunt larger game with the aid of lion fangs. Living in the ocean didn't always offer the best of meals, but Kallisto long-ago accepted she would have to hunt sharks and whales to sustain herself until an unsuspecting ship would cross her path. This mixed diet led to her eyes being a dark amber color that was befitting to her animalistic ways.
I helped her towel off and change into her clothes, a matching under dress and cloak with dark, leather ballet flats.
"Megara, sister." Kallisto embraced me. We held each other closely before pulling apart. We held hands as we strolled through the alleys, speaking softly to each other as we hunted together. "What news is there?"
"South of us, I hear a coven of animal hunters plans to stand against the Volturi. They are accused of turning a child." I said as we caught the scent of several human following us, men. "Oh, Kalli. I'm scared!" I cried out, my child-like voice clear as a bell. I wrapped my hands tightly around Kallisto's arms.
"I'm sure we'll be fine, Meggy. We'll find Momma soon." Kalli whimpered, soothingly as we slowed down.
"We can help you." We jump in 'fright' and turn to face the three men who approached us. The hunger in their dark eyes set aflame the desire to drink their blood as I crushed their hearts in my hand.
"I-I... Momma said not to talk to strangers." I whimpered as we huddled closer together in feigned fear. The men paused at the sight of our hungry eyes, but continued foward, slowly surrounding us.
"Don't worry, I'm sure ya Ma will be happy you let us help. How 'bout you come with us. You can play with our puppy in our car while we take you to the police." the ring leader said. We began to approach them, under false pretense. Then we pounced.
They were dead before they even knew what happened. I teasingly licked the smeared blood off of Kallisto's cheek, dodging her palyful swat as we disposed of the corpses.
"Do you think they have created an immortal child. Or are the halflings resurfacing again?"Kallisto inquired as she knelled in front of me, letting me braid her silky tresses.
"From what I've gathered, these Cullen's are regular rule circumvent-ers, not rule-breakers. I heard one of their own mated to a human before she was changed."
"Ah, so perhaps those delectable babes are returning to our world once more." Kallisto purred. "I say we go and play. There is a chance we could snag the child as a snack if the Volturi play as they usually do, greedy kings." We nuzzled the tips of our noses together, giggling.
With out finger laced together we made our way to Forks, Washington.
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The fresh scent of earth and pine mixed with the rain seemed to clear my senses of the lingering ocean that echoes in my ears. Megara and I were ten miles from the town called 'Forks', why anyone would name a place after an eating utensil baffles me, but I digress.
"Do you smell that?" I did. A foul, odor was growing closer, one that I had never smelled before.
"Take to the trees." I hissed as we deftly leapt from limb to limb, our stride never breaking. Below us, large wolves began to pursue us, though they could not catch us. We followed the scent of vampires, which mingled with the dog's scent, but grew stronger as we approached the source. We stopped at the edge of the treeline, the trio of hounds circling the tree we were perched in. Dawn was breaking in the clearing between us and the large house. Several, physically older vampires exited the compound to greet us as we left the sanctuary of the treetops when the wolves backed off. "Interesting security." I said as I wrapped an arm around Megara's slender shoulders. My claws catching every now and then on the wool threads.
"Is it true you have bred a halfling once more?" Megara, straight to business, no time for play. However, her statement seemed to shock the golden eyed vampires, and several of the red eyed ones, of the few that had come to meet us. I could sense dozens more inside.
"Ah, yes." the first to reply was one of the animal drinkers. "I am Carlisle, welcome to our home..."
"I am Kallisto, this is my sister Megara." I smiled prettily at the man, who must have been changed in his early twenties. He was a patron vampire, and easily relaxed to our childlike appearances. The other yellow-eyed man narrowed his eyes at me.
"Why are you here?" He said. I thought of sweet sensation of hunting half-bloods but didn't say anything. His reaction before either of us answered set me on edge. He snarled viciously.
"Hush, mind-reader." Megara snapped, she was always so prepared. "We will not hunt the child. Clearly the halfling is being raised and will not be needing of... disposal." I ran my tongue over my bottom lip, just to insight the vampire. "We will however witness for you. If you will have us."
"We will need to discuss this... But know that I am grateful you have offered yourselves."
"You have an hour. Then we leave." I tell them as Megara and I lace our fingers together and leave into the woods. We traveled for a half hour before turing back to the Cullen residence. This time, the wolves didn't chase us. We stopped at the edge of the clearing where Carlisle and three other vampires, including the one from earlier, were waiting.
"We have all agreed to accept your offer, however we do request that you hunt outside of the Peninsula, as this is our home and we do not wish to bring suspiscion upon us." Carlisle said. We agreed to his terms. "This is my wife, Esme, and my son Edward and his wife, Bella. Bella was a newborn from the bright red eyes, only slightly tinged with the yellowing color caused from her diet.
"Hello." We greeted gently, as to be as nonabrasive as possible. Edward and Bella were watching us suspiciously, almost accusingly.
"They are also Renesmee's biological parents." Carlisle said, which was abundantly clear in the untrusting gazes the mated pair sent towards us. It was obviously a unanimous vote made out of curiousity, and not entirely necessity.
"Intriguing. The mothers never survived in the past. Then again, the sires didn't care." Megara said as she studied Bella. "They only wanted soldiers." Ah yes, the great wars between the vampires and lycaon, or more commonly known as the werewolves. They had lasted for a few decades just after we had been changed, and long before any true authority ruled our world. I still bare the scars. Although vampires weren't nearly as common back then as they are now, which was why it was considered a travesty to make any vampire, newborn or not fight in your armies, so halflings were bred in masses to fuel the armies. Once the lycaon had dwindled into a harmless number instead of an infestation, halflings became a delicacy. They were stronger, faster, and smarter than humans, and sometimes gifted making them a challenge to hunt, and the mixed blood, while not appetizing, often led to extreme euphoria and great rushes of power through your system that would linger.
Our 'sire' had not intended for us to be changed into vampires, he had stolen us from the brothel with dozens of other young girls and kept us enslaved. I was old enough to be bred, but I convinced him that Megara had not yet become a woman yet. I was lucky to birth a son who had changed me as he crawled from my gaping womb. When I awoke, I felt nothing but a great bloodlust, and slaughtered half the pregnant girls, and drained the cold bodies of the ones who had birthed before me. Then, I found my sister, and changed her while she slept.
We escaped from the vampire, and found an older one who took us in, she trained us, taught us, mothered us. Then she was torn apart by the moon beasts years after she had saved us.
"I assume you want us to stay away from you child, which is acceptable. I don't want to see it." I said. Megara had never known that the vampire who sired her was me. I had lied to her, to protect her. And to protect myself. The newborn hissed, but I ignored her. I could tear her to pieces before her mate could save her anyways. I met his golden eyes dead on, but he didn't react to my thoughts.
"The other witnesses would like to meet you." Carlisle said, trying to buffer out the tension, which worked. We followed them into the chic house.
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I think I'll end there. Tell me what you think. Fun fact about the Babylonian Empire, if you don't already know, it is around 2300 years older than Jesus Christ. It was also common in Persian and Middle Eastern, and even African dynasties to have brothel brides bought from Northern Europe because their pale skin and hair was considered exotic.