A vampire story set in modern New York. Part of Stephanie Meyer's vampire world setting.

Disclaimer: The vampire world belongs to Stephanie Meyer

This is just something I wrote when I was sick one day, supposed to be two more books afterwards but I don't think I'll continue this series.

Chapter 1: The Massacre of Cherry Spring

"Most humans think they are at the top of the food chain – those are the survivors."

We were coming home. Our large car was packed with the whole family. Rolfus at the front, nicknamed Rolfy by his friends, driving the car at his own ridiculous speeds, was the father figure of our family. Madison was sitting next to him with her arms placed neatly on her lap, and looking attentively out the window, she to us was like a mother, and a caring figure for our own problems. Rachel and I sat behind them, both us viewing the scenery, and then the outskirts of town as we silently waited in the car for the trip to expire. Inadyn and Vorec were behind us, possibly playing a game or whispering to each other due to the boredom of the long drive. Caraos had taken his motorbike and gone ahead. He liked being ahead of the group.

Of our family, Rachel and I were the youngest. We were both fourteen in age. Our puberty had just struck, and occasionally we got the occasional crazy idea to do something stupid. Like do a prank on an unsuspecting victim, or write offensive graffiti in public areas. Rachel had brown long hair; she occasionally tied it back into a pony tail to avoid its 'annoyance'. She was smart and always ready to something daring, but she also cared about almost anything she loved. Including me, surprisingly. Inadyn was around 23 while Vorec was 25 years old. They looked like they had just graduated from a university, and still had the energy of a party goer. The two were a couple, like Rolfus and Madison. Caraos, the motorbike rider was also 25 years old. He looked and acted more serious than the rest of the group. His smooth dark brown hair was tied into a pony tail behind him, possibly due to his lack of having a haircut. Madison never told us her age. She looked like she was around her mid thirties, but she denied any age we guessed. She always kept it a secret from everyone. Rolfus was the leader and acting father of our family. He looked old, but still energetic and charismatic. His gray hair was smoothened back and he always stood up straight. Rolfus always had the best decision and the wisest opinion. He was leader of us all for a reason.

Our car roamed through the small streets of the innocent town of Cherry Spring. Right in the middle of Texas, in a stinking hot desert. It was a very small town, not a place most would consider a home. We had our reasons for living in a remote place.

We stopped outside our giant house. It had to house seven people after all. It lay at the end of the main road, visible to every other house and also close to the main interest in town (the market). It was three storeys high, easily the largest in the whole area, and contained one veranda on the second level. My room was located on that level, connected to the deck and shared with Rachel. Inside the house lay a whole spiralling series of stairs, which went up two floors and down one floor. It was located in the side of the house, not in the middle like most mansions might have it placed.

Caraos was waiting for us outside the house. His motorcycle was parked against our mailbox. The weight of the vehicle bent the little structure slightly. The car stopped, and Rolfus got out first.

"Hey Rolfy, you remember that Crespin guy? Well, he's right inside our house right now, with a load of other people doing crap and stuff,"

Rolfus looked at Caraos with demeaning eyes, "Crespin?"

"Yeah Crespin, Crespin Ortega," Caraos looked uninterested and looked at something out in the desert.

"Maybe he suddenly found out about our little secret, and has come to punish us." Rolfus added with humour and turned back to the car, he called us out.

"We'll walk through the front door, and take it from there. Crespin and his lot must not escape the house. Understood?" He always had a charismatic side that took our attention every time he ordered us, or even when he was talking.

We all nodded, except me. I wasn't ever part of these types of events.

"Inadyn and Vorec, through the back door, they have an ambush party waiting in the kitchen. There are also some men in our stairway, but most in the hall way." He turned to us for the last information.

Caraos looked at his small group of fighters. "Alright, let's teach this doggy who's the top dog around here."

Rolfus walked up the door, all of us behind him, minus Inadyn and Vorec. He pushed the door open, and turned to his left and walked casually down. His cowboy shoes thumped along the wooden floor. I could smell them now.

Rolfus stopped, and then ran forward into a group of armed militia hiding behind the corner. His arms raked everywhere, tearing up men. Rachel ran in and her vampire teeth glistened as she pounced on a paralysed man. Caraos took to the right instead and a large growling sound was heard from the other rooms. I walked down the hall way as the fighting commenced. Screaming echoed everywhere, enough to wake up the whole town. Luckily, our house was soundproof, generally for situations like this. Blood spattered everywhere, along the walls and ceiling, our coven wasn't famous for its subtlety. Madison glided past me to join Inadyn in the kitchen.

I looked to the left; a man raised his trembling gun at me. I smiled a reassuring smile and turned around as Vorec grabbed him from the shadows and separated the man's head from his body. I frowned deeply as I turned away. Blood dripped along the wood floor; someone would have to wash it later.

I could hear Inadyn crashing about in the kitchen. Someone got their head smashed against the fridge, hard.

I sighed and walked up the stairs into my room. It was empty of humans upstairs, but the room was a mess. Crespin's men must have crashed through my room and searched for anything valuable. It was good I didn't keep many possessions or anything too valuable. That was Rachel's habit. I walked past the two beds and sat against a ruined chair. Time passed quickly as I waited.

Occasionally, I would hear the screams of terror as a man's head or body part was dismembered, or the pleading of the surrendering. But none were to be left alive. They would talk if freed.

Two hours passed.

I opened the door to the deck and walked out, into the morning sun. My skin looked normal in the sunlight. Something unique for a vampire, but our whole coven had the same trait. We did not glisten like crystals in Helios star, but looked like normal humans. We did of course still have the basic teeth and dark red eyes. And the lust for blood.

I reached the edge of the deck and looked down, I froze.

A nun wearing black clothes and carrying a holy charity box, was walking up to the house and about to knock on the door. She was obviously oblivious to the fighting inside. With my fellow vampires in this blood crazed state, she wouldn't stand a chance. What's worse was that she might alert the rest of the waking town. She would have a chance to scream if the door was open. It all depended on how good her lungs were or how fast she could react.

She was too close to the house; I backed away and tried to run to my family. They had to stop now, besides how long does it take to wipe out a small brigade of mobsters? They were only taking this long because they enjoyed the killing and slow painful deaths of their victims. Typical vampires.

I was too late, the nun knocked on the door and it creaked open. Someone had left the door unlocked before the fight. A gust of wind blew the whole door blew open.

And the nun stood shocked as right in front of her, Rolfus ripped apart the face of Crespin Ortega himself, with his own bare gigantic teeth. Rolfus smiled wolfishly with skin hanging from his mouth.

Blood spilled and started to race along the wood floor, it formed a river in the curved surfaces.

The nun couldn't move, she couldn't run, she was too scared. A man had just been ripped to pieces in front of her. Rolfus noticed her and tackled her outwards, towards the town. She died on the first thrashing blow.

The wind blew into the house, and gusted into every room. All the vampires stopped eating and decimating their prey, and stood up to smell. Their frenzy faces turned to the outside world. They could smell them, the humans outside.

The scent was so sweet, so attractive to the minds of vampires. They turned towards the door.

"No! Not outside!" I screamed, and flew down the stairs to the entranced vampires. They ignored me and walked into the blazing sun, and the town of humans.

Rolfus turned back to us, outside on the front yard. He smiled, "Looks like this has gotten a bit out of control," Maybe he had the sense to go back inside, he smiled and his teeth were stained red. "I'm sorry this town has got to go, but it's what needed, we cannot change our decision." I couldn't believe it. My family was going to massacre the whole of Cherry Spring. No one would particularly miss the town, it could be easily burnt later and the world wouldn't know what happened. It was small enough to contain, and small enough to control, and feed upon.

But it was my family doing this. Vampires killing a whole town of innocent people. They were blood crazed, but they could still control themselves. Didn't they have any sense now? Or were they different people when it came to feeding time? I stepped back, and the rest of them ran wild, attacking everyone on the streets. My eyes darted to every one of my family separately. I could smell the humans as well; they tasted nice, but not nice enough to go crazy about. They were like a chocolate ice cream on a hot day to me. To the rest of my family, they were a bottle of cold water in the middle of a desert.

I saw Rachel walk into a house full of children. A few other girls screamed wildly and I saw a boy attempt to climb outside of the window. A bloody arm grabbed him back in.

When I last saw Rolfus, he had broken into the sheriff's house. He had a long rivalry and grudge against the sheriff, I guess he could now end that hatred between them. A window on the side of the house suddenly splashed with blood, and the smash of a wooden table echoed inside.

I turned back into my own house. I couldn't live any longer with these people, these vampires. There must be other vampires out there that did not kill humans, which did not kill for pleasure, and could control themselves. Even in the state of frenzy.

I packed my bag in my room; I only needed to survive on a few items. My family would miss me; they might even question my absence. They might even try looking for me. Especially Rachel. I trudged out onto the deck, climbed onto the railing and looked down on the scene below. Someone had already begun burning the town, and to the west Vorec was taking down anyone trying to escape by road.

I felt a wave of depression, as I remembered my place in this family. I wasn't like other vampires; I tried not to be monster.

I jumped, and flew into the air. I didn't fly at a high speed when in the air, it looked more like I was gliding. I preferred to take it slowly, and that way I could view the landscape below me easier. The only bad thing was that viewers from below could spot me more easily at this speed.

I flew away from the town of Cherry Spring. Away from my family, and away from the memories there. I might have overreacted, by running away. But I doubt I could live with them, after what they had all committed.

I headed north; maybe somewhere where my family wouldn't find me. Somewhere they wouldn't look. Somewhere infested with humans. That is, if they even bothered to try and find me, although Rachel would probably beg to search.

How would they react to my actions? And what would they do if they found me?

I wasn't going to find out anytime soon.

4 years later

I woke from the night dream, the dream that I had been having almost every night. Although I didn't sleep, I occasionally reached states of mind every night, where the mind focused on past events and it acted almost like dreams. I couldn't control them, and they only happened in the late of night, when I should be asleep. It was a nightmare that plagued my mind, my past and the reason that I was here. It brought back memories, memories that hurt badly. I missed them, I missed home, I missed my family, but this was not helping at all.

I knew the plot of the dream all the time. Every time it replayed, I always knew the next scene; it was something I could never forget.

Rolfus was known for gangster activity in Cherry Spring. To survive in the human world as a vampire, he created his own mob, and entered the game of the outlaws. He formed his own faction, us, and competed for money and wealth with other gangs. It gave us an alibi, a history, and an excuse to kill. Crespin was one of his rivals. There were many other gangs, and some formed alliances with us, the rest ended up dead or soon to be. Our allies were the surviving witnesses of our efficiency.

Rolfus' last meeting had been with Crespin. The two were debating about some trade route, that each competed to hold up. Crespin was an aggressive and quick-to-act man; these types of meetings weren't usually his style. In the end the meeting accomplished nothing. Rolfus got sworn at a few times, and there were even a few awkward situations with knives to the neck.

After the meeting, back at home Rolfus told us that he took out one of Crespin's men as punishment. Crespin's second in charge.

This was probably Rolfus' mistake, if he fed on the victim, he might have been seen. But even for killing one of the Crespin's men was an offence viable for ambush and murder.

If Rolfus had been caught eating a human, Crespin should have told more people, and they would have attacked in more numbers.

But since we were only ambushed by him and his men, he probably was either too stubborn to ask for help or only witnessed the murdering part.

When Crespin and his followers came to our house, it was their last decision to make.