Yeah, very short chapter here.
Btw, I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. SHOCKING, I KNOW.
But err, review! I've got a few next chapters ready.
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''Amy?'' Carlisle asked hesitant, ''Maybe, err, you should tell us about your past now?''
I tried to swallow. It didn't work. Of course.
''Amélie Richon, early 1400's,'' I began to whisper, trying to sound casually and failing enormously. ''Bitten at the age of 14.'' My voice went dead at the memory, ''After the pain, I found myself surrounded by wild men. Beautiful, red-eyed men. They told me what I've become, and I didn't believe a word of it. I never said that out load, but they seemed to hear it anyway. Just my luck; I was changed by a tribe of mind readers.''
Edwards eyes burned into mine, and I couldn't help but to look down again.
''They said they found some sort of potential in me. They had… ways… to develop gifts. That was how I got the shield. It was horrible.''
I looked up to Edwards face. ''You once asked me how I can block my thoughts when I want to.'' He looked curious, ''Well, err, I sort of just don't think.''
''What?'' he asked, his thoughts confused.
''I have limited space in my mind for thoughts, because I have a split mind.''
Now they were all confused. Carlisle tried to look like the understood, but his thoughts gave him away.
''They literally split my mind.'' My voice was a whisper again,''They have some sort of ancient methods. That pain. That pain was so horrible. I would've taken the change to immortality one hundred times and I'd be happy with it, because it was nothing compared to this pain. After a period of about two weeks, the pain disappears.. So now I can shield my mind in which I think, by, sort of, turning on the empty one. After three years, I found out I can do things with my empty mind, that the others couldn't. I could place my thoughts in theirs. I could completely empty their minds, I could make them see things that weren't there. I could do anything with their minds, including reading them.'' I whispered.
''The tribe saw my gifts, saw the possibility that I could be a danger towards the group, and they decided to kill me. And of course, what could I do, a three year old vampire, against a tribe of at least 25 others?'' I smiled a bit. Rosalie described the smile as an evil smirk in her mind. ''I ended up slaughtering just about every tribe, of that kind, I could find. I ran of to an little town nearby. There I found out that I was in South-Africa. I lived there for a while, enjoying life. Enjoying youth and beauty. The hunt was a bit of a problem though. I could read my victims. I could read their entire life! I could see the love for mates, children, parents. I could feel the fear as if it were my own. But, what could I do? I decided to ignore it, for a while.
I noticed my gifts were getting stronger. A lot stronger. I could control myself. I could literally control all of my needs. I had full control over by brain. I could shut off my senses, which I still do a lot. I can ignore the smell, by shutting of my nose, so to speak. With that ability, I could talk to humans, persuade myself into need to overcome the thirst. That was a helpful training, and it still shows. The way I can be around humans is almost… human.
That's how I met Carter. Carter Williams, a not so wealthy, sweet boy. I could talk to him, relate to him. He had something different than all the other boys. He never told me about his past, and I never told him about me. It was kind of unfair towards him, because I relived his entire life through his eyes and thoughts, but I couldn't tell him about me, right?
But of course, he was way to clever to not notice anything, and he went to find the answer himself. Which he did. He knew I was a vampire, he knew I could kill him within milliseconds, he knew I could drink his blood! But still, he refused to stay away from me. In a desperate attempt to keep me there he just never told me. Eventually, he did brought it up. Very subtle, might I say. He began about the age-thingy. Since then we were just always together. Everywhere I went, he went. He loved running. He couldn't resist a trip through the woods. He just climbed on my back, really.'' I smiled at the thought, the lost memory. Edward looked like he would cry if he could. I took his hand before I started talking again. I did that for two reasons. First; he could use it, second; I needed the support.
''At one of our trips in the woods, it went just terribly wrong.''