[A/N] I don't own most of these character's, but I sure am making them mine. Thanks for being interested enough in my summary to give the first chapter a try. I'll see you all at the bottom. -Bre

My maker was a sweet English woman named Agnes who had just shipped to the new world. She was turned at the age of 23, but had been turned during the 1300's. Agnes was born a Lady and still had the class and sophistication of a wealthy woman. She was tall and fair with long, stick straight, pale blonde hair, small, round breast, a perky little button nose and round cheeks. Her eyes were red like all vampires, but she once told me that they were as blue as the ocean when she was human. She wore dresses that would have been impossible to move in had she not been inhumanely graceful. Agnes always said that in her time the more impractical your clothing was the more wealthy you were.

I was the complete opposite of her. I was born in 18th century modern day Mexico. My father was a Spaniard and my mother an Aztec. I was short with long, curly black hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin as a human. When Agnes turned me my skin became pale, but had a slight olive tone to it- a result from my once lightly colored skin. Agnes hated our red eyes. I loved the way they made us stand out when I had been so ordinary before. My father had been in debt in Spain and took to the Americas to hopefully rebuild his reputation. He fell in love with my mother and married her. We were about as wealthy and poor as every other settler. I lived a simple life and played with the Aztec children as a child learning Nahuatl from my mother and Spanish from my father. I craved a life filled with adventure and excitement.

When Agnes arrived to my tribe I was 19 and unwed. If I had any other parents I would have been considered a black sheep. She spoke Spanish, but no Nahuatl and was in need of a translator. I was told to stay away from her- my mother said she was a Civatateo in disguise. Naturally I ignored her, Agnes looked nothing like the shriveled and pale women with tattered dresses decorated with cross bones that were the Civatateo vampire. It didn't matter that I never saw her during the day and that people in tribes not to far from ours were going missing. Agnes was everything to me and when she asked if I'd like to go with her and have adventures for an eternity I readily agreed.

Agnes didn't tell me that I was giving up my soul.

I burned for five days, an unusually long time according to her. When I woke I was feral in my hunting the first six months of my newborn years. I drank with no abandon and we never stopped moving. Agnes joked that I'd be the first vampire in history to get fat. We stayed in Mexico moving up and down the coast where new ships of settlers were sailing in weekly. With these new ships came new vampires. Agnes explained that vampires were very territorial about their hunting grounds and that we needed to be careful not to upset any of them. I had always been smart and very good at keeping my head down so even with my gluttonous drinking habits we stayed out of trouble. After my first year my appetite diminished significantly and I was able to be around humans for extended periods of time as long as they didn't bleed. My maker told me that that was unusual as well.

I stayed with Agnes for two years before her high class diplomacy started to bore me. She was more interested in meeting the High Priest or Nobles of whatever tribe we were in. I was born and raised a commoner and would rather play with slave children than enchant Tlatoani. This simply did not suit her so we went our separate ways with hopes that we'd find each other in the future. I never saw her again.

I spent two years on my own, still exploring Mexico. This time I was allowed to spend more time with the people. I helped farmers cultivate their fields and merchants sell their wares, I posed for artists, and I bought slaves their freedom. Unfortunately it was a very bloody society with impromptu public human sacrifices. I often found myself sneaking away to drink from two or three humans before fleeing from that tribe. Every now and then I passed a vampire or two until I happened upon a small coven.

There were three of them. A Spanish man who reminded me of my father and his small Greek mate. He was called Mateo and her name was Megara. They were kind and allowed me entrance to Monterrey, a rather large territory to be ran by only three vampires. They treated me as if I was their daughter and explained to me things that I didn't learn from Agnes. There were wars going on in the south about vampire territory and it was dangerous for me to roam Mexico without a mate or coven to affiliate myself. Megara told me I was lucky I was still alive when I told her that my maker and I traveled along the Mexican coast. Mateo explained that the territories along the coast were coveted and protected carefully. When they asked me to join their coven I accepted the invitation without hesitation. They had Cusi after all.

Cusi spoke Quechua and was a full blooded Inca. Thanks to Mateo he spoke Spanish too. He had been a vampire for 100 years and was a farmer when he was human. He told me that he didn't remember much from before his change, but he did recall the heat of the sun beating down on his back while he worked the fields. I knew that if my mother heard him say that she would have rushed to a soothsayer to have a date picked for a marriage ceremony. He was hot headed and we would argue a lot. He never backed down from a fight. If we both got angry enough he would yell at me in Quechua and I would call him all types of idiots in Nahuatl. But no matter how mad he made me I loved him with an undying passion. Megara said we were mates I didn't care what she called it. I just knew he was mine.

I stayed with my coven and learned to fight for my territory from Cusi. He gruffly told me that I had no notable skills physically, but I was smart and analyzed a situation well. I knew which move he would make before he knew himself and I knew when to cut my losses. Of all four of us he was by far the most territorial and prideful. It was so bad that I didn't even hunt with him, but I was not allowed to hunt without him. Even if he just returned from feeding he'd follow me silently while I hunted my meal.

"To keep you safe, Maria." He'd say. I had never felt more safe than when I knew he was near me.

Over the years the vampire wars got worse. We had to fight more and more for our territory and consequently gained land surrounding Monterrey. The more land we gained the more attention we drew to ourselves and that made Cusi more nervous than he liked to admit. Eventually we caught the interest of a notorious vampire named Santiago who had taken a gross liking to me. Santiago was well known for his extraordinary speed and strength as well as the pleasure he derived from torturing members of his army. He came to our territory while Cusi was out hunting and tried to trade Mateo land in exchange for me- not caring that I was mated or uninterested. When Mateo refused his offer Santiago ripped off his head and had set his body on fire faster than Megara and I could comprehend. Her mate and my coven leader was dead.

Naturally Megara lashed out at Santiago in an attempt to kill her mate's murderer. I saw what was happening before Megara even registered that she was attacking. His jaw and hand flexed while his body repositioned itself. I ran to grab her, but he was much too fast. He grabbed her by the neck and flicked his wrist as if he were swatting a fly. Her head rolled off her body and into Mateo's fire.

I ran.

I ran for hundreds of miles until I ran right into the arms of Cusi. I sobbed loudly, distraught that I could not weep real tears for the vampires that I had considered second parents. I hurriedly explained to Cusi what happened with Santiago and I watched as that familiar rage washed over him.

"No Cusi! We need to leave, we need to run north. Please." I begged tugging at his hand, but he had always been stronger than me and he had just feed. I didn't let his hand go as he dragged me towards what I was sure to be our death.

When it came to fight or flight I usually ran, but I couldn't leave my mate behind no matter how stupid and headstrong he was. He told me to stay hidden in the trees while he handled the situation and fought Santiago with a cockiness that got him killed. I watched frozen in horror as Santiago got his huge hands around Cusi's neck. Cusi looked at me through the trees with big, panicked eyes and right before his head was removed from his body he whispered, "Phaway."

And ran I did.

[A/N] Thanks for reading the entire chapter. This should be a pretty short story with only three or four chapters. I've also got a Paul/OC imprint fic up that's nothing like this if you guy's are interested in the wolf pack at all. With that being said... review please.