A/N; Remember when I said that I wasn't going to post this story frequently? Well, I lied. I think I know what pairing {or, possibly trio?} that I want this story to be, but will be testing Noelle and how she interacts with these men in a few separate chapters.

I think I know where the story is going now and have ruled out the possibility of Alec as an option for her as he's purely loyal to the Volturi whereas I can easily separate Felix and Demetri from the coven. Although I enjoy both of those characters, I am doing a Volturi-heavy fic already so I'm just going to rule them out.

I'm also ruling out any of the Cullens as I don't want to bother with backstory on how they aren't already in pairs, plus it kind of puts a dapper to my next chapter. I'm working on chapter 4 right now and am nearly certain the TRIO that I want and hope you all enjoy what I've chosen as it is very much... unusual. I'm known for my strange choices in pairings and I will be no different here!

Anyways! Enough rambling, Enjoy!

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I couldn't help the wonder within me as I kept looking at the trees, the sky, the grass… everything as I stayed by Garrett's side through the steady pace he'd picked up. I could tell he was holding back for my own sake and felt strangely endeared by his consideration of my current state of disrepair. While I didn't know much about my previous life, I did know that I hadn't been cared for as I should have been for the past… four centuries- the idea that it had truly been so long left a foul taste in my mouth as of yet, making me pine for the loss of so very much time in my immortal life.

Through the forest, Garrett continued speaking in low tones, telling me first that he was a nomad and stayed to himself aside from sparse visits with the very few friends he kept close that were stationed in various covens around the country. I noted he said the word country instead of the more obvious choice of world, though, I didn't point that out as it became increasingly clear that neither he nor most other nomads had any desire to travel to other places abroad for fear of something I still did not know.

"When we reach town," The brunet continued as I began to scent the blood that had my throat clenching and venom flooding my mouth in anticipation. "You must stay hidden. I'll find you some clothes and then we'll work on using your lure to pull in prey until you're full and can think past the thirst."

This made me nod, realizing that the scents of people were becoming more apparent through the forest with my heightened senses that told me that I was going to be acting on pure instinct alone through the next short while. At this point, I didn't much care whether these people were innocent or not, so long as I finally had that horrible thirst taken away by the warmth and fullness that their lifeforce would provide me with. The change was drastic to how I'd been thinking before and raised my awareness on how animalistic my kind could be when driven to lengths such as the ones that I'd been taken.

Garrett had made it no secret that what had been done to me was illegal in our world, leading me to believe that there would be retaliation onto any whom had participated in my abuse throughout my centuries locked away and starved. I could see that the long raven locks I remembered sporting as a human were gone, a snowy white in their place that flowed almost ethereally as I ran alongside this man who had changed my life for the better. I don't remember how my body looked before, but I could tell that I was exceptionally beautiful, a fact that made me somewhat nervous in fear of another taking a liking to me and putting me into a similar situation as I'd just escaped from.

I voiced my dilemma to Garrett, swiftly tapping his shoulder as we slowed slightly so he could concentrate on my fluid hand movements. "What if another tries to do as…" I stalled on the name of the man who had hurt me the most, pressing my lips together as I formed a different word altogether in reference to that horrid creature. "The Rat did to me? What if they lock me back up again?"

Garrett's eyes shone with amusement at my description of my most prevalent abuser, "You won't have to worry about that. I won't let anyone take you and, if those idiot Kings sense you out in the open now, they are likely to aid you in any way that they can. I would like to keep you sequestered away from them, if only long enough to allow you to learn a bit before being pressed with their countless offers- and they will offer because your gift is exceptionally rare, one that would be treasured by any who discovered it."

My lips pursed at his terminology, the word ringing through my mind clear as a bell as I could feel Garrett looking at me every few moments in case I had more to say. "I don't exactly know what my gift even is," I admitted shyly, clutching my borrowed jacket around my slight body if only for no other reason than to stop myself from saying anything that would seem stupid to this exceptional man who had risked his own life to save me- even if that particular captor was obviously the weakest of the three.

"You're a siren," At my blank look, Garrett chuckled and shook his head. "Think of your voice like… the most alluring thing you could picture then doubled, tripled, doubled again, and gift wrapped in a box of the most beautiful packaging you could imagine."

I chewed my lip at this, he thought I was beautiful and alluring. Should I be worried about Garrett wanting me for his own? It didn't feel like it, though what did I know? I'd been locked away so long that I couldn't tell if he was only being nice to me out of pity, some strange form of duty, or the fact that he was truly interested in me as something… more. It didn't feel like more than friendship, but, again, what did I know?

Garrett slowed to a stop a short while later, making me slow as I'd been matching my pace to his for the duration of our run. He looked around before pointing to a high tree branch on a thickly based tree that had red bark on it. "I want you to sit there and wait for me," He ordered, his voice low. "You'll be able to smell me even before I show up. If any others come before me, I want you to run circles in a wide arc around the town, don't get any closer than you are now or you'll go on a rampage and that's something we don't want. Do you understand?"

I nodded slowly, thinking about this plan and finding it relatively intelligent as it would allow him tome to seek me out, especially if he smelled my scent somewhere it wasn't supposed to be. Giving him a light smile, I leapt into the tree, having to grip the bark halfway to the branch that Garrett had indicated as my legs weren't as strong as they should have been. Perched atop the branch, I cocked my head down at Garrett who was watching me carefully from the ground.

"Under no circumstances do you speak," He ordered in a low tone that I could still hear from the distance I was at. "I don't want you compelling the wrong person and giving yourself away. Me? I can talk my way out of why you don't speak. You, however, would be hard-pressed to be able to get anything through to the mind of the person you're speaking to with them rubbing up on you like a bitch in heat."

When I made a face at his analogy, Garrett chuckled and dashed away with a quickly uttered promise to return soon, leaving me to my solitary perch above the ground. There'd have been a time that I would have hated being ordered around the way he'd done by… well, anyone, really. It was for sheer self-preservation that I knew I should listen to this man's orders, something telling me that I could trust him implicitly with my care for the time being. How long my trust would be worth giving to Garrett was yet to be determined, but I knew that, for now, he'd earned it for nothing else than getting me away from that horrible group of vampires.

I swung my legs idly, closing my eyes as I wished for the opportunity to be able to hum or sing again, even speaking a single word without accidentally compelling someone would be lovely, honestly. It made me realize that, even if I had, somehow, managed to get away on my own, I would have been left in a world that I no longer knew and would likely have caused myself more issues than I'd originally had. It was slightly comforting to know Garrett was going so far out of his way for me, though I was determined to discover exactly why he had decided helping me was such a good idea.

The sounds of the forest had me relaxing a bit and the scents had that thirst gripping me once more with more force than before. It wasn't something I couldn't just force away with the thoughts of what Garrett had told me would end in a rampage that would bring more attention to me than there already was. I knew that those people who had held me for so long were bound to notice my disappearance before long, a situation that I slightly feared even if it had seemed like they'd had bigger problems if the fact that the accented man was eager to move me after being in that cave for as long as I could remember.

I didn't remember ever being moved from England, though it was a possibility it had been done early on when the memories grew foggy. I couldn't really remember my attack clearly, nor could I remember the voices of those first vampires who had kept me and "trained" me in my newborn days. All I knew was that there were two men with strange names that slipped my mind over the immense amount of time I'd been with the Rat and his crew.

How long was I with those three? I couldn't remember that detail any more than I could remember much other than my name. I knew I'd been a crisp twenty when I'd been taken, making me over four hundred and twenty years old, though I didn't know the exact year it was when I'd been taken or the year it currently was. Perhaps Garrett would help me to figure out how old I really was, he seemed to know more about my time period than even I, who had lived it at some time.

I caught Garrett's scent and opened my eyes to see him approaching from nearby with a bag in his hand and a smile on his face. Waiting until he gave me the go-ahead to come down from my perch, I took a moment to scent the air and noted several animals nearby but nothing that struck my interest as strange. I didn't know how I knew, but there were no humans or other vampires around for a short trek, which relaxed me a bit more because I really didn't want to hurt my chances of knowing this world before getting… what had Garret called it? Offers? I assumed he meant offers to join a coven, though that seemed distasteful as it seemed he thought they would only want me for my gift which was not something I was terribly interested in.

"I've gotten you a skirt and shirt," Garrett said after gesturing me down as he put the bag against the tree. "There's also a comb for your hair and undergarments."

Nodding, I peeked through the bag quickly, shedding myself of his jacket and holding it out to him absentmindedly. I was far too used to my nudity and it wasn't something this man hadn't seen before, so it didn't bother me for him to be there as I slid on the snowy white lace material of the panties and some object I quickly deciphered was to be worn to cover the gentle swell of my breasts. The skirt he'd mentioned was long and flowing, almost reaching to touch the forest floor and in a icy blue that I actually enjoyed the color of. With a shirt that had thin straps and came to a stop above my navel, I was clothed and sitting cross-legged on the forest floor to pull the comb through my pure white hair.

I realized another question and signed with the comb in my hand, "My hair was black before, why is it white now?"

"It has to be due to them starving you," Garrett replied, slinging the pack onto his shoulders before he leaned against a tree nearby. "It changes us when we are starved. I've seen it do other things like giving freckles, changing nail color, even so much as to give one I'd met a set of true fangs."

Pursing my lips, I passed the comb over to him before standing up. "Are my eyes like yours?" I asked slowly, looking straight into his ruby gaze.

Garrett shook his head, "They're black from hunger. When you feed on a human, your eyes will turn red. If you go the route a friend of mine has and feed from animals, they'll be a bright gold before too long."

I wrinkled my nose at the idea of feeding on an animal, they hadn't done anything to deserve to be attacked by one of us. Sure, one could argue that humans hadn't either, but I remembered enough from my human life to know that humans could be awful to each other- fighting and killing each other for no reason other than to simply do it. I'd never feel the urge to attack an animal when I knew that I could easily feed on someone who deserved the death I would eagerly grant them.

"When we get close, I want you to wait until we are in the bar before doing anything. We're going to go in long enough for you to be seen, then we'll walk back out and many are likely to follow you out," The brunet said as he led me through the forest to a large building teaming with people. My throat clenched but I beat down the urge to simply attack, I'd lasted this long without feeding, what was a few more minutes? "I'm going to put in earplugs when we walk back out and then you can speak to them to entrance them into following you into the woods. Once there, have at it."

I licked my lips in anticipation, ready for my first feed as we walked closer to the building with strange metal things parked outside of it by the dozen. These people smelt of some strange thick scent and alcohol, making me press my lips together and hold my breath to prevent attacking any of them too soon. It wouldn't do for me to show no self-control during this because I knew that it would only spell a more strenuous situation than I'd been in for the past four hundred years.

The building itself, the one that Garrett had called a bar, reminded me of the pubs that had laced the streets of London. It was certainly larger and with strange torches that dotted the outside, casting the area into a bright glow that reflected off the metal machinery. My eyes followed each and every human I saw milling about, dressed in leather clothing that showed off thick arms and generous bosoms. The only thing I could think was that they smelled delicious and I struggled to focus.

A hand on my elbow had me broken from a growl I hadn't realized I was producing from deep within my chest and I cast Garrett a grateful glance that he'd distracted me as I knew I'd been close to losing my fragile grip on control. He guided me into the bar, the place smelling of stale smoke, alcohol, and sweat. There were many more people inside here, all sending a quick glance towards Garrett and myself as we made our way to the long bar top that had four scantily clad women busy rushing to fill orders for drinks.

"What can I getcha, gorgeous?" One woman with brightly red curling hair and a face painted with makeup that made me think of those girls who worked for Madam Clara's back in London.

"Do you have a phone we might use?" Garrett asked with what I recognized as a flirtatious smile that had his pearly white teeth flashing. "Our car broke down up the road and I need to call a tow truck."

"Right over there, hon," The woman said, gesturing to a box that had me tilting my head to study the odd little squares with numbers on it from this distance.

When Garrett walked closer to it, he pulled me along with his hand still on my elbow. I wasn't likely to attack anyone as I could suppress that urge with my rising curiosity at these new devices and objects that were foreign to me. Garrett put silver coins into a slot on the machine and held a device to his ear that was attached by a long cable of some sort to the box with numbers. He watched me closely as some ringing sound came from the device and I heard a male voice answer with a quickly uttered "hello".

"It's Garrett," The brunette said aloud, making me wonder how he was communicating with someone on the other end of this device.

"Garrett, my old friend," The other voice said, changing his tone from bored to slightly cheerful. "It's been a long time. I'm sorry to say that I'm a bit busy right now, though."

"That it has," Garrett replied. "Sorry for bothering you, but I have a question to ask you, Carlisle."

"What is it?" The man questioned, sounding more cautious at this point.

"Do you know anything about a woman having been held captive about a hundred years before you were changed?" Garrett asked. "Would have been about 1592 that she was taken, I'm not sure how long she's been in America, but she would have been taken about the time that Shakespeare had his first showing."

There was a long, drawn-out silence that had me shifting slightly in anticipation. This man was about the same age as Garrett and they seemed to know each other well enough. It made me chew my lip as the silence stretched out for the next several seconds. I could hear muffled movement on the other end of the device and a drawer of some sort opening before the man's voice came back.

"There were stories of such a woman," This Carlisle man said quickly. "I had thought it to be simply rumors, though there were some who mentioned seeing her at some time or other being held by a nomadic coven in Europe until about 1800 when they moved her to America where all rumor of her dropped off completely. I'm sorry but that's all I know and I need to get back to my family, we have a problem that needs taken care of."

"That's all I needed, thanks, Carlisle," Garrett said, putting the thing in his hand back on the box and turning to me. "It looks like we know how long you've been in America, this will help us to figure out who we need to turn in to the Volturi to pay for their crimes."

I nodded, unsure how to deal with this information that had been offered to me. There was no doubt in my mind the year I'd been taken because I remembered the name Shakespeare as the playwright who I'd been headed to see the day everything had gone fuzzy. So, I only needed to know the current date to know exactly how old I was and it would solve another piece of the puzzle that was me.

Garrett gripped my elbow and guided me to the doors, pointing to the forest we'd been in before. "Head that way and start speaking or something to lure prey," He ordered, pulling some orange things out of his pocket and dropping his grip on my arm to allow me to walk away.

I cast a glance back to see him putting the soft objects into his ears and took a deep breath before letting the first notes of some tune I remembered from long ago flow out into the wind. I could see some of the humans turning to where I stood and slowly begin to make their way over, making me turn and continue walking into the woods as the notes from the harmony rose higher into the night as I led my prey away from the bar we'd just emerged from.

I kept walking for the duration of the song, bringing my prey further and further from the other humans so that I wouldn't be seen doing what I knew was going to happen in the next few moments. When the last notes drifted away in the wind, I turned to see that around thirty people had followed me and were staring my way adoringly, their eyes glazed over as they moved in close and several brushed fingers along my exposed skin.

Releasing the control I had on my instincts, I lunged for the first person, bringing the balding man's throat to my lips as my sharp teeth broke through his flesh with a soft popping sound. The taste of the blood flushed into my mouth with a light suck from me. I let the lifegiving liquid pool in my mouth and swallowed, relishing in the feeling as I felt the humans around me still running their hands along my body as I fed. I became dimly aware of this fact as the man dropped from my grasp and I figured that it would make my feedings much simpler that I could lure the humans away and not worry about them running or drawing attention to what I was doing.

I was on my fifth human when I noticed Garrett nearby, watching me as he leaned against a tree with his eyes now black and I could tell his own hunger had spiked. "Go give my friend company," I spoke softly to the woman on my left, running my fingers along her cheek as she gave a shaky sigh and closed her eyes at my touch. She moved over to Garrett and he looked my way questioningly, a grin forming when I only tilted my head before sinking my teeth into another of the humans.

We continued like this for the next several minutes, for every five humans I ate, I sent one to Garrett so that he'd be well-fed as well. It was the least I could do to thank him for helping me as much as he had, though I felt it would never be enough to repay that debt I felt I owed to him. It only took around thirty minutes for me to finally finish, letting out a happy sigh at the fire that seemed to be quenched from my throat at long last.

"I'm going to take my earplugs out now," Garrett warned. At my nod, he removed the orange objects from his ears and pocketed them, sending me a grin. "Not a drop on you, you're pretty prim while feeding."

Frowning, I looked down at my shirt and skirt to note that he was right, I hadn't so much as gotten a smudge on any part of my clothing, making me silently pleased. "I didn't want to dirty my only clothing," I admitted with a smile of my own. "What do we do with them?"

"Just leave them, there won't be anyone to find them here as far as you brought them. The wildlife will appreciate the free meal," He jerked a thumb in the direction behind him where I could see a large cat watching from the darkness with curiosity in it's eyes.

"Waste not, want not, I suppose," I signed with a shrug, wrinkling my nose in amusement when Garrett barked out a laugh. "Where will we go now?"

"It's time to begin your schooling," He said as I fell into step with him through the forest. "With your age, you should be fine around humans now that you've fed and we'll make sure you don't get to the point that you might lose control. For now, though, we'll head south and work on teaching you the ways of this world."

I clasped my hands behind my back and skipped along with Garrett, pleased that I'd made some progress since he'd found me the night before. I hadn't even noticed the sun rise and fall in the sky since he'd saved me, but that was likely due to the clouds blocking out the sky above, making it hard to tell what time of day it was. Sated and happy with my companion, I was ready to learn anything and everything I could about this world and more about the secret world I was part of.