This is mainly Violet's story so it is going to mainly be in her point of view. It will jump around when I think it will make more since in someone else's view but no guaranties I will have any specific character's POV. If something doesn't make since go ahead and ask me, I might have it planned in to be explained later though so if that is the case then I'll just ask you to wait patiently but if not I will most definitely explain. Sometimes things that I know about characters or situations don't quite make it to the page and I don't catch it because it makes since to me so ask away. I also have no beta so if there is a mistake I didn't catch, sorry.
I remember the day we died like it was yesterday. It was late on August 15, 2003, Jasmine's 10th birthday. She was so happy; her deep blue eyes were sparkling like stars. She was bouncing so much her dark brown hair almost seemed to have a life of its own, Jasmine was the most adorable little sister anyone could ask for. Even our brother Eric had to agree with that, the argumentative teen he was. She was our little angel, and that night was all about making her happy.
My family and I had just walked out of the theater on the edge of our little Oklahoma town after seeing Beauty and the Beast on stage, her favorite Disney show, and were on our way to get something to eat. We were the last people out because Jasmine just had to go and meet the cast and my parents just couldn't tell her no. She always wanted to talk to actors; I remember how much she dreamed of being a big Broadway star. Eric would always talk with her about how he would have first dibs on interviews and photo opportunities, the family's personal reporter.
As we walked around the corner to the car, Eric realized his wallet wasn't in his pocket so he ran back to the theater while we waited by the car. We then heard a thud and I thought maybe a muffled yell, my parents thought he had tripped so they went to go check on him leaving Jasmine and I by the car. Not long after they left I heard my mother scream in horror and my father yelling at her to run. I immediately told Jasmine to get in the car, from the sound in my father's voice I knew I should stay with her. Before I was in the car I heard more screams and then growling. My mother fell as she rounded the corner and a boy about my age jumped on her back showing his teeth that were covered in blood. In disbelief I watch as he sank his fangs into my mother's neck. I was frozen in shock until I heard Jasmine crying out. The only thing I knew I might be able to do was getting her out of there so I jumped into the car and handed her my cell phone for her to call the police while I started the car. I hoped that I could possible scare the boy off our mother with the car but more of them came. Two more boys around the same age turned the corner fallowed by an older man who looked to be in his mid to late twenties.
Don't ask me how I could tell in such panic, then I probably couldn't but I've had plenty of time to look over it in my mind and there is no way I could forget it.
I started to back the car up so we could drive away and maybe find some help when the two boys suddenly jumped on to the car. For the first time I could see their eyes clearly but I wish Jasmine hadn't. They were crimson red like pools of blood.
I tried to move the car back more but in wouldn't go, I looked at the hood and saw they had smashed it in probably crushing the engine.
The man started walking over to us and I had no idea what to do I just hoped Jasmine had gotten the police. I looked over to her and saw that she was talking to someone but to my horror one of the boys was at her side of the car. I tried to grab her but he ripped off the car door and took her before I could. The older man was by him now and ripped her from his hands. We were both screaming at them but they ignored us. My car door was ripped off next while the man laughed gripping my sisters arm with his pale fingers. As I was pulled out he leaned down closer to Jasmine as she screamed for help. Time seemed to stand completely still when he reached her neck with his fangs and punctured her skin. I will never forget the agenized scream she let out or the look of complete horror and pain that was on her face under the locks of blond from the man's head. When time finally started again two of the boys must have decided I hadn't screamed enough because they took me around the corner to see what was left of the rest of my family.
My father laid in pieces in the ally by the theater while my brother was further in, his light brown hair in a puddle of his own blood. The boy on top of him seemed to be enjoying every drop he could get from him. I wouldn't scream though, I wouldn't give them the satisfaction; I was concentrating on my anger. I tried my best to not even cry but I couldn't help that. When the man came around the corner still holding Jasmine I almost lost it. She was hanging limp from his hands and her beautiful blue eyes were clouded over. The only other sign that something had happened was the drops of her blood on the front of her favorite white sundress. I almost didn't notice the others had followed him, now there were five boys my age and that monster of a man surrounding me.
They seemed to be waiting for something, watching the older man. He looked at me then shook his head, at that the two who were holding me sank their teeth into my shoulders by the straps of my sleeveless shirt. The burning I felt threw my body made it impossible for me to hold back my screams any longer. The pain was unbearable but I could still see the others start to disappear into the night and how that monster just dropped Jasmine to the ground. When they were gone I saw another figure, it was much larger and as he looked towards us he started to shack uncontrollably. I couldn't believe it when I saw him transform into a wolf. If it wasn't for the pain I would have sworn the whole night would have been a terrifying nightmare. When he charged at the boys holding me, my vision started to fade and the only thing I was aware of was the burning in my veins.
When the burning finally faded, it was three days later and I was in a room with two large men with black hair and tan skin watching me. They explained to me what had happened that night, I was attacked by a vampire clan and that I was now a vampire as well. I wanted to die then and there; I had become the same kind of creature as those monsters that killed my family. But that wasn't all they had to tell me, apparently they were shape-shifters from up north that could turn into wolves. I had been thrown into a supernatural war between vampires and werewolves.
That was six years ago.
Now I am a vampire slayer, ironic no? I searched for the vampires responsible for the death of my family for three years before I finally found them, sort of. Southern clans are different than those of the north, there are the leaders then there are their newborns that they kill and replace after their first year. Chris (the shape-shifter that saved me) and I have killed many small clans with a quite successful approach. We would separate the group so we would only fight four at a time by having me lure them into an alley way or a blocked passage using myself as bait, then Chris would block the entrance and we would attack. The plan only works because I am different than other vampires, due to my abilities to control earth I smell different, Chris has explained it as violets mixed with jasmines in fresh soil with a hint of the sweet vamp smell, but more of the flowers (another irony to add to my life). My eyes are also not the characteristic crimson red, but varying shades of green so as long as I act human I am taken for one.
We used this method to go after the group that killed my family and destroyed two of the leaders, unfortunately the blond monster that killed Jasmine escaped so we have been tracking him ever since.
Ch 2 The Move
Violet's POV
I was cooking dinner for Chris, which you know is hard to do, shape-shifters eat sooooo much, while I was reading the headlines in the papers. I always looked for multiple murders in an area, or missing teen agers and young adults. They usually are signs of leeches. Then I heard the door and Chris walking in to the kitchen of our small apartment.
"Hello beautiful," he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his warm body.
"Hi Chris, learn anything interesting today?"
"The couple a few doors done has a rat in the apartment," I looked at him and saw his childish smile, I hate it when he does that, it means he's avoiding something.
"You know what I mean, out with it,"
"Can't we talk about something besides leeches today?" he started to give me such an adorable puppy face, I almost always fall for that face, but not today.
"Chris, love, we haven't started to track any vampires in a week, I'm getting restless just sitting here all day playing house wife," love my fiancé, but this is just not my cup of tea.
"Fine, have you read the headlines?" what was he getting at? I always read them, there was nothing!
"Yes I read them," I then pointed at the state paper.
"Wrong one V, try the New York Times," he then dropped the paper on top of the other open to a page with the headline MURDERER ON THE LOOSE IN SEATTLE, WASHINTON.
"Seattle? We haven't been that north in a while, why there?"
"Well, it has more over cast days, not too far from the beach, a variety of hunting choices for you, nice all-you-can-eat places for me . . ." Chris rubbed his nose along my jaw line while he talked which made me start to melt.
"Chris, get to the point, you're making it sound like a vacation, not work," I couldn't help but laugh.
"And Mich said he knows a guy up there in the res by a town called Forks that could give us a few pointers," with how fast he said that any human would have missed it but I caught it loud and clear.
"POINTERS? Are you saying that our dear Alpha doesn't think we are good enough? We've only been at this for what five years!"I hope he can hear the sarcasm in that.
"Violet calm down! This guy has experience with bloodsuckers with gifts! He told me that it would be a good idea to talk to him, plus he already kinda told him to expect two of the pack to show up in about two weeks," Chris tightened his hold around my waist and started to nuzzle into my neck to try and calm me. DAMN! He's too good at that.
"And who is this guy and does he know I'm a vampire?" Michel has forgotten to mention that a lot since they made me an official member.
"His name is Sam, we are to meet him at the house of one of the elders of his tribe for dinner," there's that childish grin again.
"Chris, did he tell him?"
"I don't know,"
"Is he a shape-shifter?"
"I don't know,"
"What do you know Chris?" this was getting old.
"That I love you, I can't live without you, you are my world, my everything, and the most beautiful woman in the world," with that he started kissing my neck then down my jaw line.
"One of these days, that's not going to get you out of trouble you hear me? You're such an imprinted fool," with a soft chuckle he pressed his lips to mine and I forgot all about what we were arguing about, well almost.
"Wait, TWO WEEKS? How long are we going to be there? Do we have a place to stay? Are we going to run or get plane tickets? Are we going to have to stop the lease on the apartment? Are we going to have to change our cover? And WHEN DID HE TELL YOU?" Mich should really just talk to me when it comes to this kind of thing; I'm the one who really wants to know about this stuff.
"Yes two weeks, Mich said a few months, at least for pack to pack relations since we are there, he got us a little house to rent on the pack's dollar, I'd rather run I hate plans, yes, Mich already did, and about an hour ago," he is pulling that childish grin too often today.
"Chris!"
"Yes love?"
"What's our cover?"
"Have I mentioned I love you yet today?" at that I pulled away and stared him in the eyes. This can't be good if he's still hiding it, Mich is going to get it! I don't care if he's Chris' brother, he will get it!
"What did that stupid brother of yours do?"
"Well, you see, he wanted to make sure we got use to the place a little before we meet Sam, and to make sure the cover would last for a while if we ended up staying for a while, so he kind of enrolled us in school," okay, that I can handle, but why is he still grinning?
"Community College?"
"No . . . I'll be a senior at Forks high, our adult figure just will never be seen and if they call 'home' they will be calling Mich's cell," Chris then started to nuzzle me again as he tried to pull me back to his chest.
"You'll be a senior? AM I A JUNIOR?" A vampire stuck in a 19 year old body posing as a junior, that can't work.
"Yes Violet, you will be a junior, you do look younger than me so it only makes since. Mich will be my guardian when they call him and you will be a friend's daughter he's looking after until you're out of high school. Our first day is two days before we meet Sam," Chris than kissed my check and grabbed a plate to start pilling food on.
I just watched him for a while still in shock, Michel was usually a little bit bad at giving us time to do things, granted that is a bit our fault since we don't always tell him where we're going before we do, but this was a little much. We had to pack, deal with the landlord and Chris had to cancel any of his stray jobs he had planned. That wouldn't be too bad if we took a plan but Chris wanted to run all the way from Carson City to Forks? We had to plan the best route which would not be the shortest and we have to go buy night until we crossed the Cascades at least to be safe, the run alone would take around a week in itself if we played it safe. We'll just make it for our first day at school.
We spent the rest of the day packing our belongings, but since we traveled a lot it wasn't much. Honestly all we had was the essential cooking supplies, our cloths, my laptop for my online business, our cell phones, and all the charging cords. Somehow we always found a way to get to a coffee shop or something to do the charging and computer work. We really didn't need anything else, we'd probably just stay in the woods if it wasn't for the fact we wanted to at least look normal.
Packing wasn't the hard part, and I could plan our route in one night, it was trying to look normal that made things hard, and our landlord. It took us two days just to contact the guy; he was out a lot and didn't own a cell phone. To top it off, apparently Chris had not just a few odd jobs, but ten to cancel, plus six of them made him find replacements to do the job. We got out of there as quickly as I expected though, five days after we found out we were leaving.
Forks, here we come.