Lasting Hatred
Chapter 2:
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NOTE: TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR SEXUAL ABUSE
Walking along the pebbled streets of Volterra, my mind wandered to my father and his beliefs. "Carlisle, my son, you are foolish to think that there is no evil," My father exclaimed, "Evil is everywhere and it is our duty to find it and destroy it.
My father has always been strict with me. Him being the preacher created a barrier between myself and the other children around my age. I had no friends and I was all alone. I believe that I have my father to blame; for keeping me separated from the others, it has caused me to be different from my own kind now. Before I was ridiculed by humans and now that I have been given a new life, I am also being ridiculed by my own species.
Now knowing what I am, I am fully aware of what he thought of evil and how if he were here right at this moment, he would not hesitate to kill me. I am a monster.
Is this punishment? I asked, staring into the stars, praying someone above can hear me. Am I being punished for what I have become? You made me like this! Alone in this world…
I shook my head, and continued walking, making sure to keep my hood down to avoid attention. This was the only time for me to hunt. The Volturi only allows me to hunt once every two weeks as a punishment for straying from the norms of our kind.
I have always refused to be a monster and I always will. There has been plenty of temptations. Beautiful women who smelled of the sweetest of nectars, but not once have I allowed my monster to take over. I will remain faithful to-
"Let go!" a women pleaded, "You monster! Get off me now!"
With each sentence, her voice carried closer, coming close. I quickly lept behind a large barrel to shield myself from the humans.
"You are a whore," the man grunted, appearing just at the bend of the alley, "this should be nothing for you. I need only a minute." The dirty man was dragging the young woman by her legs, resulting in her apparel to bunch around her hips. She was barely an adult, a tempting fruit for all the men around her.
This was becoming too much. How can I let a feeble human woman be raped by this man.
Granted she is a human, nothing but food to my species but no one should be treated like this. and if I were to help her then the Volturi will execute me no matter how fond Aro is of me.
I decided that it was better not to anger the Volturi and continue to my hunt.
"Please stop. I am not a whore. My sick father is waiting for me!" She pled to the man, weeping uncontrollably which started to crack my resolve, "Someone please help me! Please sir, Help!"
I glanced around searching for someone who she might have seen and begged to help but found no one. Who is she speaking to? There is no one here but herself, the vile man, and my-
Mine! My inner beast wanted to be let out. To claim this woman- my woman! Her eyes, her beautiful soulful brown eyes stared back with me, begging me to come to her aid. But I could no longer move. Her eyes held me captive, my body locked. She was my mate. NO!
I now knew that I could not leave her alone. Stay away! And have her be raped. I had to kill the man. Keep walking! This vile, disgusting creature for touching her. I shall kill him for touching my mate. She is mine! No she is not!
In less than a second I had ripped the man away from my mate and threw him at the wall, my hand around his neck. All I had to do was squeeze; I did not. The man was clutching desperately at my arm shaking the fear in his eyes made me stop, loosen the grip on his throat a fraction. Monster! I heard the young woman whimpering and snapping his neck, instantly cracking every bone in his puny body.
I froze once again. I killed a man; I killed someone with my hands. After centuries of remaining pure to myself and not soiling my morals, I have killed a man. And all for what? A human who happened to be a whore? What have I done. Oh dear lord!
"Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace," I prayed, as I knelt down beside the broken man, "Amen". I stared up at the stars once again, this time praying for forgiveness, something that I know the lord will not grant me, not now.
I spun around, facing the woman and turned away just as quickly. She did this, she made me kill a human. She is the devil. A form of the devil that has been sent on this earth to tempt me and keep me astray from my morals.
I felt a small hand touch my shoulder tentatively; a small timid voice quietly said "thank you."
Anger boiled, roaring through my veins; I fisted my hands into the cold stone cracking beneath my knuckles. "What have you done to me?" I screamed at her, causing her to flinch and retract her hand, "you should not have been here".
"I am sorry."
I cannot believe myself, screaming at this woman who was just about to be raped. Not just any female, she was mine. No, I cannot think of her as mine. She is wrong for me. She is human. And I shall never forgive her for what she has done to me. She is not my mate. I hate her. She would never love me.
"Just stay away from me!", and with that I ran into the night, having just found my mate, killed a human, and left her.
It is better this way.