Hello all! I am doing all of this on a phone so it's rather troublesome. I have most of this story written already but I'm modifying it as I go. This is the first story I've ever posted anywhere so please be kind and give feedback. I noticed while binge reading Twilight fanfics that there were a lack of outrageous Mary-Sue/first vampire/lycan/femslash/G!P stories around. I'm here for all you who have been craving needlessly. One day I may look back at this story and throw up but I will try to make this a gooden. Also this is OC/Victoria/??????? And some OC/Bella. Some OC/Rosalie too. A tad of OC/Kate. Okay okay, you get it. OC slash all the women's I see mothafuckin fit. And yes she's black because there are basically none of those that I like. ENJOY ;)

"Your name," I asked, tilting her chin up. Grey. Amazing. "I am Katarina." Her voice was husky and filled me with desire. Looking her up and down I nodded at Hashanah. She beamed, looking thoroughly pleased with herself. "I knew you would like her," she rasped, cockily. I grunted at her pride.

"Come. We will retire to my chambers", I said quietly. The girl followed behind me dutifully, trying to keep a fair amount of feet away. It amuses me at first but then it annoyed me. I hate when people try to calculate their every move around me. It's ridiculous.

Once in my room she kneeled begrudgingly. My brows scrunched in anger. Did she really think I was just going to violate her as soon as she got here? What kind of cruel bastards have destroyed her self worth?

"What would you have me do, Sire," she said in a submissive tone. I whipped around and growled. She jumped slightly noticing my sharpened canines. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself to no avail.

"I am not your sire nor your queen in this room. You are my guest. Understood", I said commandingly. She nodded with wide eyes. She is so used to being used, I muse sadly. Softening my espression I pull her to a standing position. Her beautiful grey eyes were filled with tears. I wondered. How long has it been since I cried real tears. After Aslam died I had nightmares and screamed in the night, but tears never came anymore. No matter how much I wanted to my eyes were like the desert that surrounds me. I envy her.

"You are my guest and will be treated as such. With respect and honor. I have housekeeps that can bring in water so that you may bathe. After that, you may do as you please. Take this." I padded over to my jewelry stand and picked my golden necklace. It was thick like rope around the chain and the amulet had what was supposed to look like me on it. As I walked towards her she bent her head down slowly, her mouth open in awe. I placed the amulet on Katarina so that all would know she was to be respected. "No one will dare question you." I placed my hands on each of her cheeks and gazed at her softly. I wanted to save this woman. Change her into my prodigy before she left back to the pale countries. She smiled so sadly I thought those tears would free fall into the palms of my hands.

Kata became my confidant and my pupil. Anything I needed to get off chest, she was there. She never told my secrets or lied to me.

In return I never lied to her.

Anything I knew about fighting and strategy I taught it to her. She was a fierce fighter on day one. Her movements lithe and deadly. She was also my best friend but also a lover. Her touch ignited electricity in the most delicious places.

"You are the first that I've given myself to willing," she said quietly. Her finger traced intricate patterns and shapes on my breast as we lay together. I knew her life had been horrid but what was so special about me? I'm just a warrior with battlescars and half a heart. I sighed.

"You were the first to show true kindness to me. Despite the death of your beloved you still held compassion in your heart. You could have easily turned me into a pleasure slave. I will never be able to repay you." My heart stuttered in my chest. This beautiful, scarred woman warms my torn heart.

"You repay me by being, Kata," I whispered. I brought her head closer and pressed a kiss to her forehead. I could feel her smile against skin. What has she done to me? I'm supposed to be hardened.

"You've turned me soft," I rasped into her hair.

She sat up grinning like a predator. Her luscious curves revealing themselves to my hungry eyes.

"Allow me to fix that." I chuckled as she slid down my body. How I would miss these moments.

After a few months of her stay she told me it was time for her to go back. I wanted to refuse. I wanted to tell her that I would travel to her land and destroy her masters. She shook her head sadly. She said I would just start a war. I wish she knew that I would go to war with Isis for her.

Unless I was no longer on my seat or I went to war with the pale countries that we would not see each other again. That was the only was but Hashanah warned against this vehemently. As a friend I listened to her wise council. We promised to see each other again in another life. I couldn't feel the heat on my skin nor the sting of my nails biting into my palms. I tried to turn but I could not bear it. I envisioned us years from, now laying in my large bed wrapped in each other. All of the love flowing through her eyes like it always had..

It did nothing to quell the aching pain in my heart as I watched her camel ride away. I wanted to rip the useless organ from me and throw it into the sand. Or maybe into the Ocean? It seemed more useless as food than to keep me alive. I do not call this alive.

How could the Gods be so cruel as to give me love twice and take it away from me? I am cursed, I surmised.

( I didn't know how right I was)

I missed her as soon as she was out of my sight and for the years to come. Pain like this never ends.

Poor Asha:(