The change;
Running, away from the boy I had known all my life "Zorach, I hope you know, you'll never catch me, none of you will!!" I shouted to all of them "mwahahahhahahaahah"
"Slow down Aro im not that quick" Zorach said relatively forcefully,
"None of us are, we always loose, we give up" they all said in harmony.
I was always quicker more agile, more handsome, and yet not happy in myself running was all I enjoyed, I could get away from everything, zone out, be on my own.
I'd sit meditating on a rock by a waterfall for days never once thinking what I could do if I wasn't so bored, I enjoyed the solitary moments.
I and the boys drifted as we came of age we all liked different things, but no matter what I and Zorach would still be good friends. Or so we thought. This was the year the war came to our village.
We had heard that the creatures of the night had risen from the murky depths but never in so many numbers. The stray survivors would come running through our village screaming for help or sanctuary; away from the daemons of the darkness we had turned them away with distaste as their bad omens would draw the monstrous beasts closer to us.
I had been meditating for nigh on 48 hours when I decided to walk and stretch out my tired cramped muscles. I stood and gracefully stretched out the muscles in my legs working my way up my defined torso, to my neck. The dryness of my throat stung, I drew water from the stream behind me to drink and stared into the water at the pale face staring back. I had a set of sparkling blue eyes set within a perfectly rounded brow my face square and defined, with hair the colour of the darkest jet. I was thin, but muscular I had the body of a Greek god. I went for a run back to the village, half way home I heard the screams of family and friends. My run became erratic as did my heart rate and breathing, I broke through into the clearing to witness giant wolf creatures tearing the bodies of the dark ones to pieces, the dark ones put themselves back together like they were bewitched.
I had no way of readying myself for how mesmerizingly beautiful the dark ones actually were they were like gods themselves except; the crimson eyes bore through the human soul like a hot knife through the heart of a horse, they scared me too a whole new level. I felt eyes drilling into my back, as I turned I saw blurs of light and shadow as they flew around me, spinning in circles made me dizzy, I fell to the ground next to an unmoving body, I looked through eyes I had never experienced they would not focus on anything. When they began to regain composure I saw the face staring at me. My good friend Zorach was dead with hundreds of puncture marks which should have been bleeding a lot but no trace of blood around them. I broke out in hysteria as it sunk in my friend was dead and the dark ones were to blame, my vision went red I hated these bloodsucking, fiends and they were going to pay for killing my friend. I stood ready to attack when one of the blurring figures stopped dead in front of me, smiling as if he could read my mind. "Ahh poor human has no idea of the power we possess, Alena come and see this courageous young mortal, he is standing up for his dead companion!"
He stood there with such grace his ashen face goading me to come at him with any form of attack I could muster but I cannot see anyway anybody could harm such a creature, with a face as seraphic as that. His mate Alena halted beside him, eyes wide open as if shocked by my presence, she looked to the male and his face lit up with glee, "my dear mortal I could give you and escape from your mortal casing and give you and immortal home within my guiding coven, all I ask is for your dedication and loyalty to me? Will you?"
"Your voice says one thing but your eyes say another. What do you want with me?" my voice shaking with shock and fright.
"You is all I want Aro, our coven has taken many a hit and we would like to have you in our family"
He continued to confuse my brain in this manner for about two hours; he began to loose patience with me after that time.
"Look all I need is a yes or no boy! It's really not that difficult!"
I sat there on the floor thinking about joining or not trying to make a decision between death or immortality, it was the hardest decision of my life.
"Ok, so what do I have to do to 'join'?"
He smiled with half a mouth, much more like a sneer than anything else, "you my soon to be immortal friend have to do nothing but behave and sit there",
The two of them advanced so gracefully they could have been a bride and groom on their accent to heaven if it weren't for those ungodly crimson eyes, as they reached me thy knelt and whispered in unison "welcome to hell".