Hey guys! Welcome to a new start of a new story - see below the preface before the first chapter is uploaded tomorrow!
Bit of a background information - the second vampire war reference here is the fighting that Jasper tells Bella in Eclipse. The story will jump forward in time in the first chapter by several decades after the end of Breaking Dawn.
Enjoy.
There isn't a time that I could remember being safe, I would dream about it ever night. No vampires or werewolves, no shapeshifters or witches; hunters trying to kill me. I would be living in a world that contained humans and nothing else could ever get me.
Of course that was just a dream, the monsters that lurk in nightmares were very real, and I was one of them.
My mother didn't tell me she was a witch – or that I had inherited her gifts. She kept quiet, hoping that I wouldn't have powers, until I used them to throw a table against the wall in school one day in a fit of anger and she had no way of explaining it to me or the teacher. We didn't stay in the village very long.
The things I learnt then from my mother were both fascinating and frightening. If I studied hard then I would be able to control elements, cast curses, see the future and so many other amazing things. I just needed time and practise.
The first gift I received was foresight, and I was not prepared for what I saw - visions of a dark future, of ash and fire. Me running alone, in woods as dark as night, those I loved lay dead at my feet. Everything was hopeless.
The elders at my mothers' coven believed my visions to be a prophecy of the future, that our lives were all in danger and the world was coming to an end. That was good but I couldn't tell them anything about how it started or why it was happening. I just knew the world around me was catching fire.
Then the second vampire war broke out, and their identity was shown to the world.
It soon spread to all corners of the earth – vampires were real and they were fighting each other. With bigger fatalities that the first war, the human world watched as vampire fought vampire and large numbers of missing humans turned up on the battlefields, newborns. Stonger. Faster. Deadlier. Monsters.
The elders called this the beginning of my prophecy, that the discovery of vampires was the beginning of our doom. Surely the humans would try and find a way to kill vampires, and they would begin looking for other creatures that should only exist in their folklore. Anyone who was really looking at the vampire was able to figure out how to destroy them – great fires were lit and all fallen dead were thrown onto the pyres to burn. And so came the hunters, those brave humans who banded together to kill vampires. They weren't always right, they made mistakes but in their mind a few innocent human deaths meant nothing when faced with the large number that would continue to die at the hands of vampires.
We were all waiting for the day that we would be discovered, the day was inevitable. One day a vampire would talk to the wrong person, tell them all they knew about the others – werewolves, witches, shapeshifters – we would all be hunted. Some took precaution, shunning their nature and trying to blend in with the humans – it's what I did. Others, like my mother, stayed within the confines of their people and hid. Two decades had passed since the vampires were hunted and one night I had a vision, they were coming for us. I tried to reach my mother but I was too late, I watched from afar as they tied her to a wooden stake and set her alight. Silent tears flowed down my cheeks as my coven burned. I knew if I stayed then I would be killed too.
So I ran.