Chapter 2

Carlisle POV

I m not sure Carlisle, the colour scheme is so different, what do you think grey, white or peach? Esme mumbled, looking at me for an answer. I don t really mind honey, whatever you think is best. The rest of the house looks amazing and so will the kitchen. I know it, you re the best decorator that I ve ever had the pleasure to meet I told my wife with an adoring smile gracing my face. Recently we had decided some change would be nice, and came to the conclusion to redecorate our house in Forks, and the house on Isle Esme. Right now we were sitting in Emmett s jeep, with Rose and of course Em up front, Esme and I were in the back seat with Bella, Edward and their daughter, Neisse in the car behind us. Alice and Jasper were in Alice s car at the back. We were heading to our jet for a vacation on the island that I bought Esme for our anniversary. Passing by a warehouse, the stench of very strong blood wafted its way into the car. For there to be that much blood someone must be fatally injured. Wrestling with my conscious, I decided that we had to save the person, no matter what the cost to my family would be. Stop the car We had to help this person, get them to the nearest hospital. If the amount of blood was anything to go by, this person had a very hard, painful time. Walking through the maze that was the warehouse, I pondered what possible condition this person was in. Can you sense their thoughts, how this happened? I asked Edward, my oldest - for lack of a better word son, who had followed me into the warehouse, with the rest of my family. He always was and will always be a son to me. No, nothing, it is like Bella all over again. Except that I can t even sense this person s presence, I could always tell that Bella was there, I just didn t know what her thoughts were. This isn t good. This person may be in even worse condition than I originally thought, possibly even dead if Edward couldn t sense their presence.

I nodded in response and continued towards the smell; super speed has its advantages cause us to get their in matter of seconds. I wasn t sure what I expected to find but this was far from it, whatever it was, and judging by the surprised and horrified gasps from my family, they didn t expect this either. Knowing that this would bring back painful memories for Rose, I gave her the chance to leave and carry onto the jet and wait for us there. The only chance to save this girl would be to change her and to be honest I didn t think that she d appreciate it. No I want to be there for her, I ve been through this I understand how she feels. I don t think that she should be left alone and if she wants to go after the monsters that done this, I will help her. Rose stated firmly. Knowing that when she sets her mind to something there will be no changing it, I sighed in defeat. The way she said monsters, with such a vivid and open disgust and repulse told me that at that moment she wanted nothing more than to hunt down those monsters that done this to a defenceless and helpless girl, and murder them, slowly and painfully. Being honest I could say that I wanted to do the exactly same thing myself and I didn t even know the girl or had been through the horrible circumstances before.

The young woman seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness, hoping that she would hear me and be able to respond, I asked her what her name and age was. She looked at like I was nuts. What the hell does it matter, I m gonna die either way. Get out of here before they come back. The girl as I would now have to keep referring to her as, since she wouldn t give us a name, looked to be in very bad condition. Judging by the dried blood and the fresh blood she had been down here for sometime, being tortured most likely. Her hair was matter with blood, from a gash where considering the markings on the wall, she had been thrown against the hard surface. Her shoulder was dislocated, and the arm and hand twisted at odd angles with all fingers individually broken, on both hands. Her chest was cut by the looks of it with a knife, it was very deep and recently done, almost like a stab would but the person dragged it along. Most of her ribs were broken and bruised along with her stomach being bruised. All bones in her legs had been individually shattered. She would have been unrecognisable, if they hadn t left her face alone, which I don t understand, if they had gone to this much trouble to hurt the rest of her then why leave her face alone. You don t have to die, you could become like us I told her hoping that she was sane enough to decide. That depends, what are you? She asked with a look of confusion on her face, which is understandable but her look was different like she knew what we were but couldn t understand how our eyes were not red. That is impossible though the volturi have a rule; that no human learn of our existence. If there was by chance a human with this knowledge then the volturi would give them the option to die or change, the vampire giving this secret away would be punished.
We are vampires, but we don t kill Ok She murmured closing her eyes. I take that as she wants to turn. I told Emmett and Jasper to go and find blood, from a blood bank or whatever just to get some. Esme, Rose and Bella would wash her body and hopefully some of the girls cloths would fit her, which Neisse would pick out after Edward helped me change her. Hopefully her heart wouldn t give out before she passed through the change. I bit her wrist and all areas were main arteries were. Now we just had to wait, most of the girls cloths were ripped and torn because of being beaten and raped. Edward and I left to give the girl privacy while our girls washed and changed her. It didn t take long to do that and we load her body into the car, hopefully we would get to the jet before she stared screaming and thrashing. Strangely she hadn t done that yet, she was very brave most would have started screaming the minute they were bitten. Arriving at the jet we stopped on the runway and I took the girl out of the car and carried her to the jet while everyone else went to go park the cars. The jet was very luxurious; when you live as long as I have you learn something about earning and saving money. It had 2 bedrooms, a lounge/ sitting area (it was really strange to see a couch with seatbelts), and it even had a kitchen. I took Rose into the main bedroom that we didn t really use, as we don t sleep and never have guests that do. Everyone came back and Jasper went to start the jet. He got his pilots license a decade ago, and still enjoyed flying, not yet tired of the activity. We settled in for the longish flight to Brazil. The airport in Brazil was just the same as it had been all the other times that we came, we trusted the airport staff to store the jet and prepare it again when we were returning home, which with the circumstances didn t look to be in the near future. Newborns are much faster and stronger than the rest of us, as they still have human blood left in their system. Their bloodlust is also incontrollable, it normally takes about a year for the bloodlust to be tamed and the red eyes to dilute to the amber colour of the rest of our eyes. Rose was our responsibility and even if she didn t agree with our lifestyle we would help her tame the bloodlust and try to control the inner monster. We go taxis over to the dock and used our boat to speed across to the island that held so much of our hearts and memories. No one said anything about carrying around any unconscious body as it looked like she was sleeping. The lack of name was really starting to grate on my nerves because it was actually rather rude to keep referring to her as she, her, the girl etc, also I was curious to learn more about her.

When we arrived at the island, Edward moved Her to the spare room that she would use during her stay. If she wanted I would be willing to offer a place in my family, tough I d have to talk to them first but I don t think anyone will be opposed to the notion.

**********SOME TIME LATER **********

Rose POV

The fire had been burning for at least one day, 24 hours, 1440 minutes, 86400 seconds yeah I know, I counted, I took my painstaking time to work out the amount of seconds in a day. The Rose Hathaway does math, yeah, yeah but really I m bored as Hell, not to mention the pain. It was excruciating but I wouldn t scream, I didn t know these people therefore didn t want to show any kind of weakness. Suddenly the pain cranked up a notch; I resigned to Lissa s mind and felt her also excruciating pain. She was on the floor, screaming with her back arched, much like I wanted to do. This meant that she felt my pain, it had recreated and broken through the bond somehow.

Princess? questioned Dimitri, looking gorgeous as ever. I missed him so badly and wanted nothing but to be back in his arms. Its breath- Rose, I feel breath- her pain. breath- It must breath- have broken breath- through the breath- bond. Who breath- could be doing breath- this to her? Lissa panted sobbing at the end. Roza, what do you know where she is or who is doing this? Dimitri asked the hope and love shining in his eyes, broke my heart. Knowing our time as a couple had run out. I didn t know much about my new state but I did know that I wouldn t be able to see any my friends again. Lissa shook her head giving a clear message that is understood universally, NO. I mentally shoved a block up between me an Lissa causing her to loose all sense of me like the bond used to be, one sided. Maybe Lissa would think I was dead and tell Dimitri resulting in them moving on, but I doubted they could or would move on. Still watching through Lissa s eyes I saw her get up and look around confused, like nothing ever happen She s gone, like how the bond used to be, but I m pretty sure that she is alive. Do you know what could cause her that kind of pain? Christian of all people asked with concern, awwwwww Chrissy loves meeeee. It felt like she was burning alive and the only creature that would cause someone that much pain would have to be pure evil, sick and twisted. Strigoi Dimitri mumbled skin paling causing that whole room to freeze. It looked like they were in the ballroom back at court. Everyone was there Lissa, Christian, Dimitri, Eddie, Mia, Adrian, Sydney, my mum and my dad. Everyone was looking with scared or shocked face bar my dad who was positively fuming. HOW DARE THEY, MY DAUGHTER. DO THEY NOT KNOW THE PAIN I COULD PUT THEM THROUGH? ANYONE WHO HAS HURT HER WILL PAY WITH THEIR LIVES, slowly and painfully Abe screamed trailing off at the end with a sinister smile that would rival a strigois . I was yanked out of Lissa s head by the pain getting worse but receding slowly from my fingertips and toes, slowly working its way up. At this I allowed to let loose, arching and screaming, writhing in pain just as Lissa had.

When all the pain was gone I waited a moment and then my eyes snapped open, taking in my surroundings. Years of guardian training told me to evaluate the exits and any escape roots. There was a male and female who looked to be in their mid to late 20 s holding hands, couple #1. Behind them was a beautiful blond that looked like a model with her arms wrapped around a huge muscular guy possessively glaring at me making sure I got the message, yeah yeah you can have him I ve already got a man of my own - had a man I corrected myself sadly, couple #2. There was an overactive pixie, bouncing on the spot, who was standing beside a tall blond with lots of battle scars, couple #3. Finally there was a brunette in the arms of a guy who had wild, untameable bed hair, couple #4, a little girl who looked about 5 or six was hiding behind their legs. Couples, #2, #3 and #4 looked about 17- 19. Names really would be helpful. As if he read my mind, the 20ish year old guy stepped forward to introduce them.
This is my family. My name is Carslie This is my wife, Esme, my oldest son Edward and his wife Bella. Their daughter Neisse is hiding behind their legs, He told me smiling lovingly at the Neisse, who shyly peeked her head from behind her fathers legs and waved to me The pixie is my daughter Alice and her husband Jasper. And finally this is my son Emmett and his wife Rosalie. They all waved at me and smiled expectantly. I Rosemarie Hathaway, I m nineteen but call me Rosemarie and I ll kick your asses, its Rose I replied. I d love to see you try Emmett I think replied sarcastically. I raised my eyebrows invitingly. Anytime, Anywhere I replied hotly. Rolling his eyes Carlisle said Its nice to meet you Rose. Just so you know for future reference, Edward reads minds, Jasper is feels your emotions and Alice tells the future. Great I muttered, if that guy could really read my mind I was so dead. Don t worry your mind and presence is blank to me Edward said with a crooked grin. They explained everything about their kind of vampires, leaving me in stunned silence.
Do you know what happened before we found you? Shit! I knew I d get asked something like this. No I replied feeling guilty for lying to them and overwhelming rage some because of the darkness I get from Lissa using her spirit abilities also embarrassment at what actually occurred. Then what s with the guilt and anger? questioned the blond one- Jasper with a raised eyebrow, is it just me that can t do that?
I really don t want to talk about it now I snapped with an ice cold, deadly voice that could freeze hell. They all looked at me scared, Emmett held his hands up with a look that someone just killed his puppy.
Let me talk to her Rosalie almost whispered, it was the softest and most gentle voice I d heard anyone use apart from Dimitri. Everyone filed out of the room.
Would you like to hear my story, Rose? It doesn t have a happy ending but which of ours does? If we had happy endings, we d all be under gravestones now. I nodded for her to continue and we walked out onto the balcony that lead off the room which I was staying in. The night sky and stars twinkled above us. I lived in a different world than you did, Rose. My human world was a much simpler place. It was 1933. I was 18 and I was beautiful. My life was perfect She stared out into the ocean, her expression far away.
My parents were thoroughly middle class. My father had a stable job in a bank, something I realize now that he was smug about he saw his prosperity as a reward for talent and hard work, rather than acknowledging the luck that was involved. I took it all for granted then; in my home, it was as if the Great Depression was only a troublesome rumour. Of course I saw the poor people, the ones who weren t as lucky. My father left me with the impression that they d brought their troubles on themselves.
It was my mother s job to keep our house and myself and my two younger brothers in spotless order. It was clear that I was both her first priority and her favourite. I didn t fully understand at the time, but I was always vaguely aware that my parents weren t satisfied with what they had, even if it was so much more than most. They wanted more. They had social aspirations social climbers, I suppose you could call them. My beauty was like a gift to them. They saw so much more potential in it than I did. They weren t satisfied, but I was. I was thrilled to be me, Rosalie Hale. Pleased that men s eyes watched me everywhere I went, from the year that I turned twelve. Delighted that my girlfriends sighed with envy when they touched my hair. Happy that my mother was proud of me and that my father liked to buy me pretty dresses.
I knew what I wanted out of life, and there didn t seem to be any way that I wouldn t get exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be loved, to be adored. I wanted to have a huge, flowery wedding, where everyone in town would watch me walk down the aisle on my father s arm and think that I was the most beautiful thing they d ever seen. Admiration was like air to me, Rose. I was silly and shallow, but I was content. She smiled amused at her own evaluation.
My parents influence had been such that I also wanted the material things of life. I wanted the big house with elegant furnishings that someone else would clean and a modern kitchen that someone else would cook in. As I said, shallow. Young and very shallow. And I didn t see any reason why I wouldn t get these things. There were few things I wanted that were more meaningful. One thing in particular. My very closest friend was a girl named Vera. She married young, just seventeen. She was married to a man my parents would have never considered for me a carpenter. A year later she had a son, a beautiful little boy with dimples and curly black hair. It was the first time I had ever felt truly jealous of anyone else in my entire life. She looked at me with unfathomable eyes. It was a different time. I was around the same age as you, but I was ready for it all. I yearned for my own little baby. I wanted my own house and a husband that would kiss me when he got home from work just like Vera. Only I had a very different kind of house in mind . . . It was hard for me to imagine the world that Rosalie had known. Her story sounded more like a fairy tale than history to me. Rosalie sighed, and when she spoke again her voice was different, the wistfulness gone.
In Rochester, there was one royal family the Kings, ironically enough. Royce King owned the bank that my father worked at, and nearly every other really profitable business in town. That s how his son Royce Kind the Second - her mouth was twisted around the name, it came out through her teeth- saw me the first time. He was going to take over at the bank, and so he began overseeing the different positions. Two days later, my mother conveniently forgot to send my father s lunch to work with him. I remember being confused when she insisted that I wear my white organza and roll my hair up just to run over to the bank. Rosalie laughed without humour.
I didn t notice Royce watching me particularly. Everyone watched me. But that night the first of the roses came. Every night of our courtship, he sent a bouquet of roses to me. My room was overflowing with them. It got to the point that I would smell like roses when I left the house.
Royce was handsome, too. He had lighter hair than I did, but pale blue eyes. He said that my eyes were like violets, and then some of those started showing up alongside the roses.
My parents approved that s putting it mildly. This was everything that they d dreamed of. And Royce seemed to be everything I d dreamed of. The fairy tale prince, come to make me a princess. Everything that I wanted, yet it was still no more than I expected. We were engaged before I had known him for two months. We didn t spend a great deal of time alone with each other. Royce told me that he had too many responsibilities at work, and, when we were together, he liked people to look at us, to see me on his arm. I liked that too. There was lots of parties, dancing, and pretty dresses. When you were a King, every door was open too you, every red carpet rolled out to greet you.
It wasn t a long engagement. Plans went ahead for the most lavish wedding. It was going to be everything I d ever wanted. I was completely happy. When I called at Vera s, I no longer felt jealous. I pictures my fair-haired children playing on the huge lawn of the King s estate, and I pitied her. Rosalie broke off suddenly, clenching her teeth together. It pulled me out of her captivating story, and I realized that the horror was not far off.
I was at Vera s that night, Rosalie whispered. Her face was smooth as marble, and as hard. Her little Henry really was adorable, all smiles and dimples he was just sitting up on his own. Vera walked me to the door as I was leaving, her baby in her arms and her husband at her side, his arm around her waist. He kissed her on the cheek when he thought I wasn t looking. That bothered me. When Royce kissed me, it wasn t quite the same not so sweet somehow . . . I shoved that though aside. Royce was my prince. Someday I would be queen.
It was dark in the streets, the lamps already on. I hadn t realized how late it was. She continued to whisper. It was cold, too. Very cold for late April. The wedding was only a week away, and I was worrying about the weather as I hurried home I can remember that clearly, I remember every detail about that night. I clung to it so hard . . . in the beginning I thought of nothing else. And so I remember this, when so many pleasant memories have faded away completely . . . She sighed, and began whispering again. Yes, I was worrying about the weather . . . I didn t want to have to move the wedding indoors . . .
I was a few streets from my house when I heard them. A cluster of men under a broken street lamp, laughing too loud. Drunk. I wished I d called my father to escort me home, but the way was so short, it seemed silly. And then he called my name.
Rose! he yelled, and the others laughed stupidly.
I hadn t realized the drunks were so well dressed. It was Royce and some of his friends, sons of rich men.
Here s my Rose! Royce shouted, laughing with them, sounding just as stupid. You re late. We re cold, you ve kept us waiting so long. I d never seen him drink before. A toast, now and then, at a party. He told me that he didn t like champagne. I hadn t realized that he preferred something much stronger.
He had a new friend the friend of a friend, come up from Atlanta. What did I tell you John, Royce crowed, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. Isn t she lovelier than all your Georgia peaches? The man named John was dark-haired and suntanned. He looked me over like I was a horse that he was buying. It s hard to tell, he drawled slowly. She s all covered up. They laughed, Royce like the rest.
Suddenly, Royce ripped my jacket from my shoulders it was a gift from him popping the buttons off. They scattered all over the street. Show him what you look like, Rose! He laughed again and then he tore my hat out of my hair. The pins wrenched my hair form the roots, and I cried out in pain. They seemed to enjoy that - the sound of my pain . . . Rosalie looked off suddenly as if she had forgotten that I was there. I won t make you listen to the rest, she said quietly. They left me in the street, still laughing and stumbled away. They thought I was dead. They were teasing Royce that he would have to find a new bride. He laughed and said that he would have to learn some patience first. That s how Carlisle found me. My record is almost as good as Carlisle. Better than Esme even. A thousand times better than Edward s. I ve never tasted human blood. I did murder five humans, she told me in a complacent tone If you can really call them humans. But I was very careful not to spill their blood I knew I wouldn t be able to resist that, and I didn t want any part of them or their essence in me, I had, had enough of then inside me when they murdered me. Rape and murder is a horrible thing to go through, like you already know, I didn t want them putting anyone else through that. But mostly I wanted revenge. I saved Royce for last. I hoped that he would hear of his friends deaths and understand, know what was coming for him. I hoped the fear would make the end worse for him. I think it worked. Her story was so sad, she was so close to everything she had ever wanted. I guess I should tell you my story now, huh? I said with a humourless smile.
You don t have to if you don t feel comfortable, but I would like to know. Well I guess we should go find the rest of you re family then. I don t want to have to repeat myself. We both walked back inside, and downstairs to the family room. Everyone looked up curiously. Jasper more so, probably wondering what had me so depressed, but maybe already knowing from hearing Rosalie s story. That could make anyone feel this way. Edward looked excited, knowing that he was going to hear my story, from reading Rosalie s mind. I wasn t completely human, before I changed. I started out, holding my hand up to stop the protests that I knew would come. Let me explain I carried on seeing the nods of everyone. I was a dhampire, they are half moroi and half human. They have enhanced senses hearing, vision, etc they are also faster and stronger. Moroi are good vampires, they age and can have children. They re not as strong or fast as dhampires but their senses are about the same, if not better. They can control one of the five elements, fire, water, air, earth and spirit. There is 12 royal families, from which a King or Queen is choose to rule. My best friend Lissa was a princess, last of her line, the last of the Dragomirs. Lissa controls spirit, which up until recently kept me bound to her. I was her shadowkissed guardian, the bond was formed when I died in the same car accident that killed Lissa s parents and brother, and Lissa used her power of healing to bring me back. The bond was broken when I was shot by Christian s - Lissa s boyfriend - aunt, Tasha Ozera because she wanted Dimitri my boyfriend, well ex I suppose now - and with me around she couldn t have him. I recovered on my own without the help of spirit which freed me from the bond. Earlier the bond seemed to have returned, stronger, I was pulled into Lissa s head as she felt my pain from going through the change. Christian, or as I like to call him sparky or pryo, specialises in fire. I think of him as my brother and would rather die than let anything happen to him, I said this with a wry smile, Although I would also rather die than let him know how I really feel about him. Moroi can reproduce with other moroi, dhampires and humans; though reproducing with humans is seen as taboo. Dimitri as well as I was, is a dhampire. We can only reproduce with moroi which means that to carry on our race, we have to make sure that the moroi survive therefore we have become their protectors, their guardians. We are trained from a very young age to kill strigoi. Strigoi are pure evil vampires, they kill innocent people with no regret or remorse. They burn in the sunlight, are deathly pale and have red rings around their eyes. When you are turned you loose all sense of any morals that you used to have. There is two ways for moroi to be turned strigoi and one way for the rest of us. If a moroi drinks the blood of another moroi, dhampire or human to the point of death then they become a soulless, evil creature of the night. The other way is to have your blood drunk by a strigoi and then for the strigoi to give you it s blood. My mother dropped me at the Academy when I was three. I guess being a guardian was more important to her than being a mother. She had a very big reputation, she was a badass guardian. Everyone used to tell me how lucky I was to have The Janine Hathaway as a mother. I didn t care about her reputation though, she was never the great mother/guardian everyone painted her as. She abandoned me to be raised by the Academy. I never got a birthday card, or Christmas present from my supposed mother. Never a phone call to ask how I was, what I was up to. The only time I ever heard from her was when I did something wrong, to tell me how disappointed she was in me, how she expected more of me. I sighed and looked up from where I was nervously twining my fingers. The horrified faces of the Cullen s stared back at me.
She had all that and she just gave it up! Rosalie exclaimed angrily, knowing she wanted a child and didn t see how someone could willingly give one up. She had more important things to do, her priorities were different from yours. I gave up trying to please her when I was five, around the time I met Lissa. I didn t care about school and had a very bad temper that landed me in A LOT of trouble. Lissa and I became friends not long after that. We were and still are complete opposites, Lissa is clam and always in control. If someone annoys her then she will plot revenge whereas I would normally just punch them. We were in some of the same classes, when we were five they never split up the dhampires and moroi. Really making five years old spell Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Hathaway is cruel. So I reacted the way a normal person should and threw my book at the teacher calling her a fascist bastard. I didn t know what it meant at the time, but I did know how to hit a moving target. Emmett s booming laugh filled the room, I smiled amused by the memory.
I never know who my father was growing up, my mother never told me and no one else knew apart from him of course. Lissa s family unofficially adopted me. It was devastating for both me and Lissa when they died, we finally realized that we were truly alone in the world apart from each other. Lissa didn t know that she had specialised in spirit, we didn t even know it existed. But she healed me using spirit, it formed a bond between us. I could see into her head, read her thoughts and always knew where she was. We never had any secrets between us because I could read her mind and would feel guilty holding stuff back from her as she couldn t hold stuff back from me. We ran away from the Academy. Lissa felt that someone was after her and I trusted, so we left to keep her safe. We were on the run for two years before the Academy found us. Dimitri Belicov was the guardian leading the search for us, he later became my mentor. He taught me how to fight once we returned to the academy." I trailed off, my eyes filling with tears at the memories of a love which I will never regain.
"Hold up, Dimitri as in your boyfriend ?" Emmett asked, with a look of excitement on his faced. Like he had finally found someone who loved braking rules as much as he thought made me laughed, thinking that no one would be as good at breaking rules as me, though Emmett may be a fair rival. "Yeah that Dimitri, we fell in love but couldn't be together because of our societies standards and expectations. We were both dhampires and couldn't reproduce so there was no point in staring a relationship which would only cause heartbreak. Also dhampires are expected to be strictly professional and shouldn't have any ties that may affect protecting our moroi. Dimitri and I were both assigned to protect Lissa after graduation, and if we let ourselves love each other then we will throw ourselves in front of the other rather than our moroi and they come first, no matter the personal sacrifices we have to make. Not to mention the fact that Dimitri was six years older than me, I was underage and he was my mentor." I sighed thinking about all the obstacles that we had overcome in our relationship. "That's so romantic, you were starcrossed lovers." Alice sighed wistfully, probably getting the wrong impression, a fairytale impression that was so completely wrong. "There were rumours that the strigoi were banding together to bring down the royal families and that proved to be true when the royal families started to be attacked and massacred. I was trying to get over Dimitri, to forget about him so I lead on one of my best friends, Mason, who I knew was in love with me. Over spring break because of the attacks the Academy took us all to a ski lodge that was protected by both wards and guardians. I found out about where the strigoi that were supposedly banding together were based and told Mason. I shouldn't have I know that but I wasn't thinking at the time. Mason wanted to go and stop them, we were still novices and didn't truly know what it was like to battle a strigoi, still I refused to go. Mason asked his bestfriend, Eddie, to go along with a moroi called Mia. She wanted revenge on the strigoi, her mother was killed in one of the massacres. When I found out that they were gone I asked Christian, Lissa boyfriend, to come with me and compel the guards to let us out. We found them in a shopping centre in Spokane, They hadn't found the strigoi but did find evidence that they had been in here. I killed my first strigoi that night and lost my bestfriend. He sacrificed his life for mine." The guilt I still felt from that night became dominant over my other emotions, which I guess Jasper felt.
"It wasn't your fault we all make our own choices and Mason made his." I just nodded. I had heard this speech too many times and couldn't be bothered arguing. Esme nodded for me to continue with my story with such sympathy in her eyes that I wanted to hug her. "We thought we had taken out the person behind the attacks on the royal families but the worst came when the Academy was attacked. Students and some guardians were taken in the battle that the strigoi had to retreat from because of the approaching day. We staged a rescue mission and Dimitri was taken and turned." The whole family gasped, finding it unimaginable to be separated from their significant other. "I dropped out of school to find and kill Dimitri, to give his soul peace. I thankfully failed at that and we found a way to turn him back, Lissa staking him with a stake charmed with spirits healing powers. But we are once again separated, this time I think for good.
"Dimitri, Christian and Lissa went on vacation and I stayed behind because of the amount of work that I had to do. The court was attacked and I was taken. They recognised me as Lissa's guardian and because she was now the new queen they decided they would try to tourture the information out of me. It didn't work of course, I would never sell Lissa out like that, and me being my smartass self decided to piss them off. They gave up on me deciding they were wasting their time on me and choice to get rid of me. And well you know the rest." Now that they knew my story I felt very vunrable around them and didn't know if should have shared that much. I guess time will tell how trust worthy they are.

The Cullens stared back at me full of symapthy for everything that I had to go through. "That's worst than my story" Rose exclaimed, she looked pissed off and mad like she wanted to destroy anyone who had hurt me. Having a big sister might be fun, though I will never forget and stop missing the one I have back home.