Blood flowed smoothly into my mouth, filling my body with my victim's life energy. It revived every cell in my body like nothing else I've ever eaten before. My heart rate increased, and I could feel my brown eyes changing to a redder, possibly rusty shade.
Personally, I'd never much favoured my brown eyes - and compared them to the mud my books described as a mixture of water and earth. Two elements swirling and mixing together to create something unique, just like my heritage. In both cases, no matter how unique, it didn't mean I had to like it.
Perhaps I'd prefer whatever eye colour I get after feeding on humans, I idly wondered as I continued to join the other vampires in the feast. When a sloshing, full feeling became apparent within my stomach, I slunk back from the mayhem. I didn't watch, I couldn't bring myself to see how expertly they fed compared to my amateur attempts.
With a cringing sigh, I realised I hadn't even asked permission to eat their food! They hadn't tried to stop me though.
I allowed my gaze to roam around, eventually settling upon the first king to properly greet me, albeit while remaining rather dull. Just as before, he appeared bored - as if he'd prefer to be almost anywhere else. If it weren't for a tiny bit of blood on his cheek, I would've just assumed he hadn't moved at all.
Soon after my musings, everyone had returned to their previous positions, and other vampires entered. Some cleaned the bodies that were still messy, others piled the clean bodies up, the rest began removing them from the throne room.
The sound of a small heartbeat close to me reached my ears then. It wasn't mine, it was too slow and too weak. I followed my nose and ears until my eyes spotted a little girl, a bleeding cut on her arm from someone's teeth, cowering and crying silently into her hand. She was almost well hidden under the body of a woman.
Pulling her out, she let off a terrified shriek. I felt nothing as I hauled her before the three kings; I was fully embracing my vampire side. The human within me, thus far, seemed so weak and feeble. Being inferior to everyone else in the room made me feel a strange itch.
The middle king smiled and expertly killed the girl, draining her blood quickly. "Thank you, Renesmee."
Remaining where I was, I watched as he returned to his throne. I linked my hands behind my back so it was easier to look up at him.
The sickly sweet grin featured upon his impeccably clean face again. "I'm afraid that dinner interrupted our introductions. My name is Aro," He said his name slowly, as if it was hard to pronounce or remember. Or maybe he believed I had a poor grip upon language - having only spoken two words since leaving my room. "This is Caius, and Marcus." He gestured to each with a gesture of his hand.
Marcus was the gloomy one, and Caius I decided look more uninterested than bored. He simply would rather be anywhere else - or so he wanted to appear.
"Have you any questions for us, child? Please, feel confident to speak any question on your mind." Just a smile was on his face this time, but had the same sickly sweet look to it.
For a short while, I pondered the question; forcing my brain to process as a vampire would. I need to examine every angle, and make sure I didn't miss the chance to ask something of importance. I may not get another chance like this.
It took me far long than a true vampire would've taken, but I finally had my questions. "I have five questions - your answers may cause me to ask more. Is that allowable?"
Rather than give a clear answer, Aro just smiled and inclined his head forward only just enough to be considered a nod.
"Why am I here? Not here before you, but here within your service." That didn't sound right - I meant something else, but I didn't know the correct word.
However, Aro seemed to understand my meaning. "Ten years ago, you were reported to be wandering the forests of the Amazon - all lost and confused. When some of my Guard got there, you were in hysterics. Complete mania. Continuously just crying the words 'they have abandoned me to die'." Each word was perfectly enunciated in an exact replica of my voice as a child. It was... rather disturbing. "Honestly, the report alone gave me chills, but seeing you so manic at the time caused us to act rather rashly. My dear friend, Nettie, has the power to manipulate memories - her strongest being to completely remove the memories of a person or several people from within a subjects mind. Myself, I am able to hear all the memories and thoughts a person has ever experienced with just a single touch." He grinned to himself then - this was clearly something he was delightfully proud of. "Both of us saw to you, and I'm afraid we had to remove the memories of your entire family from your mind before you eventually became lucid. We then agreed it'd be wise to wait for you to mature before allowing you freedom."
Swallowing, I attempted to fully digest all this information. It explained why I knew things, but couldn't remember where I knew them from. Aro's story was a strange out, but seemed to be the truth... he has no reason to lie, right?
"Then... who are my parents? And how am I only a half vampire?" Those questions had been in my mind for as long as I could clearly remember - evidently ever since I'd had them removed from my own mind.
"Careful there Renesmee, that counts as two of your original five." Caius, the blonde, finally speak. He was a strange smile to his face - it is slightly crooked and twisted. A smirk?
"I'm aware," I speak directly to him, meeting his smug gaze. "That two fish can be killed with one stone, surely you, a superior vampire, can answer two simple questions in one reply?"
The blonde made a face as if he just had rotten fish shoved down his throat, shuffled in his throne a little then waved me off with a huff. I allowed myself to copy his previous smirk with one of my own.
Aro spoke then as if nothing had transpired between the blonde and myself. "Your parents are Isabella and Edward Cullen. You were conceived while Isabella was still human, and caused rather a stir within the supernatural world after your birth. Many were willing to fight for you, at one point."
That was to leading me into questioning about my birth. I refused the bait, and just nodded. "Am I a prisoner here?"
"No," A bored gravely voice answered from Marcus, the one who was seeming the most trustworthy at the moment. "You could have left at anytime, with just a polite request. You just didn't know. That same rule still applies, except now you are aware of it." The older looking king drew in a slow, deep breath. "Now, may I request to hear your last question?"