A/N: I do not own Twilight or any of its original characters. New characters are creation of my fantastic imagination.
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Chapter 1:
Caius had her beat again. Smiling that devilish smile that made her livid inside but cold and silent outside. She sat silently at the window, ignoring his snarling laughter and dark glare. Days had gone by since she was stuck in this tower, with an idiotic lunatic called Caius guarding her from Aro's precious family. Frost knew everyone's personalities from the moment she touched their hand or got close enough to read them. But Caius would die before he would let her touch him. He couldn't bare standing within a few feet away from her without yelling or emotionally scarring her with words. She didn't care what he thought of her. Everyone here felt the same about her. The Votluri hated competition and werewolves. But he was different somehow. His hatred was strong and pure from something of the past. He didn't hide his feelings towards her with false smiles and polished dimples like Aro. He wasn't the suffer in his silence like Marcus. He was evil, cruel, coldhearted killer with no intent of showing mercy towards Frost. Frost, who named their child after winter, after something she was the exact opposite of. She hated everyone who loved her difference in the crazy world. She hated those who used her ability, her talent. Caius knew what she hated most now, and that's why he had her beat again. He now knew secrets she never thought anyone would figure. He looked through the lens she kept shielded with her talent. And she hated him for it. Frost loathed him…
Frost tackled him. She couldn't control the agonizing hate she felt for him. She thought only on revenge and hunger when it happened, only snapping back to reality too late. Caius acted fast and pressed her against the bear stone wall, pushing her hands to her sides. His burgundy eyes burned into her as he snarled. "What did you think would happen, Miss Frost?" She gasped as flashes of darkness lit the corners of her eyes. The scent of a freshly dead human body overwhelmed her with hunger and guilt. Caius must've felt the sensation to and released her instantly as she fell weakly to the ground. She shivered at the flashback from Caius's past even if it was there for a fraction second. Frost curled up into a tight ball and held back the emotions she had felt. She had just reached a breaking point and now she had been in Caius's skin and felt what he felt. The surprising thing was that it wasn't scary at all. Instead she had felt grief and a dark shade of misery in the read. Never had she felt this in any other reading so vividly or strong. She glanced up at Caius who stared back at her in the ever growing night of the evening. His face was emotionless and steel like a statue. Her eyes grew heavy suddenly and she gave into the last emotion of all. Tearing at the sight of someone he had loved deeply who lay dead and abandoned. Frost always despaired the gift she had that others loved and used her for. To her, being able to be in another's body and see their world was a curse. A token to madness. And now she felt certain about one thing. Caius knew her secrets for a reason and taunted her for them. He knew how she felt being trapped in a cage with bloodthirsty lunatics waiting to demolish you. That's was why he hated her so much he never wanted to touch her physically, because he knew she was and would fall weakly into him like always. She always did. She was opposite of everything people thought was right about her. She was Frost.
Frost had had nothing to eat since she had arrived here over eight days ago. Her body ached for something to eat but she never complained to anyone. But now it had become irritating hard to ignore