The Pre-Cullen Life of a Pixie

Prologue

My name is Alice Cullen. I'm not your average human. Actually, I'm not a human at all. I'm a vampire. I'm not very tall and I don't appear very menacing, but ever since I was born I've hidden an important secret. It's a secret I really need to tell but have been unable to. I've been having doubts about the life I live recently. I've no idea how I am going to continue doing what I am doing. Neglecting my thirst makes me weak, and when you're like me, you can't be weak. I just wish I knew another way. I think I have found it.

I am a vampire and I am a special one at that. Ever since I was little I would get flashes of pretty and blurry pictures… it wasn't until I grew up that I learned what it all meant. Vampires were fast and strong. We were also dead beautiful and there wasn't a substance on the earth my teeth couldn't cut through. We were an unstoppable weapon. There was only one way to kill a Vampire. You had to rip them to shreds and burn all the pieces.

I'd only ever fought Vampires when I needed to. Right now I was wandering in the South around Houston. There were several covens around here but few of them would ever dream of messing "Alice" the wrong way. I had quite a temperament and it had given me a reputation. I was unsure why everyone was frightened of me, but I didn't mind it. I've never had the slightest love interest anyone I have seen… physically. Along with the flashes of this place that will teach me my way to abstain from human blood, I continue to get flashes of this man. It's blurry but I can tell he is beautiful.

I had very attuned senses. Not only was I able to see farther and better than any human, I could also hear better, and my sense of smell was a million times better than that of a human. Not to mention my special gift. I was probably the most sensory oriented Vampire in the world. A flare of recognition shot through my brain as I caught another vision. It was several members of an organization cloaked in different shades of blacks and grays. I shuddered slightly.

So, Aro would come again. I wondered what the reason would be this time, but whatever it was, it probably wouldn't be good for me. I deliberated on which way I would run and where I should go. I should probably have something to… eat before I begin to travel. My sight flashed before my eyes again. I gasped. I had caught a glimpse of four people talking to me. There was one woman and three men in this group. The people coming were Felix, Demitri, Aro, Cassidy, and Jack.

Demitri was coming. Aro was coming himself, and in person with the members of his guard. That was a risky move on his part. I caught another glimpse of someone. I gasped slightly again. Eleazar. So he was trying to feel out the potency of my talent? One touch and Aro would know everything there was to know about me. I couldn't let him have that luxury. It wasn't fair.

I came to a realization. Cassidy and Jack… those were Aro's secret weapons. I was the only living Vampire to have discovered their talents. Maybe, that was what this was about. I was only able to escape last time due to a sacrifice by one of my closest friends, Dylan. Dylan had been the strongest and fastest fighter I had ever known. He was stronger than Felix and faster than Demitri… he even had a special talent. He had the ability to fade his body out of existence for several seconds. He called it shadow melding.

It was a very interesting talent and Aro had really wanted it. There was a one hundred and twenty-eighth of a second pause between the time he would fade back into being and the time it would take for him to perform it again. However, using it too much would drain his energy very fast. I could only hope that he managed to out-run Demitri until they had abandoned the chase for a time. He told me to run and I listened without hesitation. He has taught me everything I know. If I didn't know already what his talent was I would have thought it was extreme fitness. He never seemed to stop moving.

He was also the oldest Vampire I know. He's several hundred years older than Aro. I am still trying to catch flashes of what Dylan is doing… but I can't seem to focus on his future. I was unsure if that was because he was dead, or because of some other outside influence, perhaps his future was set in stone and none of his decisions would be able to influence it. I could only hope that this was the reason for my mental silence. I remembered the problem at hand; it was so easy to become distracted as a Vampire!

Of several things I was sure. First, I knew that at least five members of the Volturi were coming to get me. Second, I wanted them to come. I wanted to know if Dylan has been destroyed or if I have hope. I wanted to kill them. Only I knew the weakness of the two twins. I was going to use it. Third, if Jane was not there I stood a chance against them all, I would admit it is slim without Dylan to aid me, but I stood a chance. It was thirty years ago that I lost Dylan and I nourished the most of heinous hatreds of those who committed the crime against him. I had trained my heart out trying to make myself stronger so that I could fight them. Then, Demitri started to track me.

Chapter One: Alice Mellaner Becomes A Vampire