Chapter Two
Note: I own nothing but Mia-I do not own Twilight.
Oh there is Some slash in this story
It had been a hundred-eighteen years since I have tried to take my life, and not one part of me had regretted it.
As I laid there bleeding from my wrist, an angel came to save me from my suffering. He had given me a new life a new beginning. I had thought maybe he had to be an angel, but I was way off.
When I had awoken three days later from the fire burning pain that consumed my entire body, the mysterious angel that had saved was laying there next me. He was breathtaking he was a built man but not overly he was built, he had shoulder length wavy black hair, his eyes were topaz, his skin was as pale as marble; he looked as if he had not been in the sun for weeks.
He had explained to me that he was not an angel but he was a vampire and that I was too. I laughed at him, I thought that my angel was insane.
'put your hand over your heart-do you hear anything' he told me
I heard nothing, were my heart use to pound when I had gotten scared or happy; I heard nothing no sound came from my chest.
He told me he turned me, to give me a new chance in life. He told me of our kind, that our hearts did not beat, we did not sleep, we don't cry, we don't sweat, we don't have to breathe. Our senses were way beyond humans, our eyesight was enhanced, hearing, and smell; we had super strength and speed. Our bodies were impenetrable, nothing could kill us besides another vampire; by being ripped apart and burned.
He told me his name was Sirius Mercer; he was born in 1620 in Luxemburg. He was the son count and a countess. He grew up in a privileged life he had good education, his father had taught him to fence horseback ride. But after his mother had died, his father had turned into a drunk; our family was dishonored and stripped of our title. My fathered had dishonored the prince of Luxemburg. While my father was out and one of the royal gatherings of the palace; he had gotten into a argument with the young prince. I never new what it had consisted of, but they had sentenced his father to death.
Sirius had spent the next ten years of his life, he lived on the streets as a beggar; he ate rats and birds to sustain his strength. He had spent most of his nights on the streets or in the sewers. One night were he was feasting on a rat, he saw red glowing eyes.
Then all he remembered was the engulfing fire in his body. When he had woken up a vampire named Merek, over a hundred Sirius had stayed with him. He taught him the ways of a vampire, he taught him hunt; to hunt humans. Sirius hated to kill humans, he didn't want to be a monster, so he left Merek with some struggle.
Which he had yet to tell me how he had escaped.
He found a new way of life, feeding off of animals. He traveled for two-hundred years by himself, traveling abroad. Studying literature, anathematic, geology, apothecary, and numerous of languages, he was studying French when he had found me in the Caribbean; and saved my life.
Sirius had become a father figure to me, he could never replace my real father William. But he was protective over me, always there to help me and kind me. He loved me unconditionally; I was like a daughter to me.
As we traveled the world together over those hundred years together, we put on a facade like we were father and daughter. Over the years we had found and turned new vampires that we had welcomed into the Mercer family.
We were in New Orleans in 1895 when we found Bobby, some one had accused him of cheating at a card game he had beaten the hell out of the guy. The next nigh were he was on the way to the pub he was beaten almost to death by the guys gang that he had offended. We had scared away the gang, I kept guard as Sirius turned him.
We traveled together for twenty-five years, we found jack in Switzerland. Jack grew up in a broken down home, he was the son of a prostitute, he was used as a sex slave all of his life. Bobby had found him being almost beaten to death by his father, bobby killed the man, and turned jack.
Bobby had fallen in love with jack the moment he had saw him, he had two save him he told me. There was just some need in him, that told him he had to protective and love him, they have been together ever since.
Sixteen years later while we were in England we came across Harry. Our family was hunting some deer in the mountains, were we found harry stabbed numerous times all over his body.
We had all become a family, we all came from broken homes; we were detached and alone in our lives. I somehow felt whole again, loved; I had a new beginning.