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~ Transformation and more ~

31 December 2006, Forks, USA

"I'm Nicholas Bartholdy, and the 16th August 1941 I died. Then three days later I woke up and everything changed."

19h August 1941, cave ? ?

The pain was unbearable and despite of how much I screamed telling someone out-there to make the pain stop, it never did. I don't know how long I screamed before my voice was too raw and nothing came out. It felt like something was tearing my insides apart piece by piece, only having them put together in a different way.

In the beginning all I could hear was my heart beating so loud and fast in my ears and me screaming at the top of my lungs. Memories of my life started coming up in my mind and I did my best to keep them but it felt like something was trying to take them away from me. I didn't care how crazy I was sounding in my head I just kept fighting and screaming the best I could.

Sometimes I could hear a voice telling me that it was almost over and that everything will be better soon. I could only think "It will be better? How? The pain... kill me now!".

My heart started beating louder and louder until it stopped. I can't tell you how confused I was that my heart didn't longer beat but I was still alive.

Suddenly I heard a "thump, thump, thump" sound. I quickly stood up and crouched down hissing at the two people I saw directly across from me. I was prepared to spring across and attack them when I became distracted in what I now could see was a cave. Despite it being dark I could see perfectly and the stones, leaves and dirt looked like nothing I have ever seen before. It was like I could see every particle clearly.

All this thinking about how perfectly I could now see took a few seconds to register before I focused on the "thump, thump," sound across from me. It didn't take long for me to realize that what I heard was 2 men infront of me. The dirtier man had a heartbeat but the other male across from me didn't have any, just like me.

"How?" I asked but it didn't sound like my voice, I think it was, but it was more melodic and alluring to my ears.

"Take a deep breath and I will explain everything" The male with no heartbeat said. I remember seeing his red eyes before. He was the one that saved me and talked to me while I was in pain. He looked amazing for a male that looked like stone in a way. I decided to take his advice and breathe deeply when I realized I hadn't needed to breath all this time.

Taking in a big breath I focused on the male's heartbeat. He smelled delicious like the best smell that I have ever smelled. Suddenly I was growling at my rescuer, it seems he was too close to the man with the heartbeat, the one that smelled delicious to me.

"Mine!" I growled at him, making my rescuer stand back swiftly. It didn't take long as I acted on instinct. As I shook the fog from my brain I saw I had drunk the male human's blood and effectively killed him.

"What did I do?" I asked myself out-loud horrified over what I had done.

"You're not as thirsty now are you?" My rescuer asked and nodding to him I realized he was right. My throat felt so much better than before.

"Do you remember how we met three days ago? Two humans had attempted to rob you but you fought back and you were bleeding out."

In the back of my mind I started remembering everything but the memories weren't as clear as how I now saw the world around me.

"Humans? You're not human?" I asked feeling dumb and suddenly like I wanted to attack him for not explaining faster. So that was what I did.

Of course I just acted on instinct and he being wiser than me had expected me to attack him. So he just trapped me against the cave wall hissing at me before he released me.

"Are you calmer now young one?" He asked almost like it was a game for him.

I nodded quickly feeling my inner self taking a step back and assessing the situation.

My rescuer then began explaining. We were vampires and because he had started to feel a little sympathy for me and feeling lonely he had turned me, making me a newborn and his responsibility. He had taken me to a cave deep in a forest in the south of Sweden for my transformation and had hunted what he called a good meal for me. The good meal was the human male I had killed just moments before but my rescuer and maker, Charles explained that he was scum and a convicted murderer.

Charles explained all that I would need for my new life despite how distracted I was being from time and time. I was forever frozen as my 21-year-old self, I needed human blood to survive and I would live forever unless I was killed by someone that had to tear me apart and burn me. But Charles said there were rules to follow, he was demanding my attention but I heard the animals in the forest all around me and became distracted again.

19h January 1942, somewhere in France

It has been five months since I died and I tried my best to make Charles proud of me. Some part of me realized that I just wanted some parent figure in my life to notice me and despite how pathetic I thought I was I still tried my best to make Charles see that I was good as a vampire.

When I first saw myself in a reflection in the lake in the forest I was pleasantly surprised. I am 6'2'' feet tall and my dark brown hair looked like it had some red in it and healthier looking. Charles had said that our muscle mass is more enhanced and perfected but I was surprised to see that I did have muscles, not a lot of muscles but still more lean muscle than I had before.

Charles was shorter than me, 5'7'' tall, but his experience helped me despite me having newborn strength when we argued. He had been born in London, England in the 1550's and changed when he was 32 years old. He never talked much of his past but he liked to travel all around Europe and only feeding from those that he thought deserved it. He liked to call them the scum of the earth.

In the beginning I was a typical newborn according to Charles as I was easily distracted, uncontrollable and had fast mood-swings. I was mostly angry for all kinds of things and so thirsty for blood, but with Charles' help he taught me how to control it. The older I became the more my thirst became easier to manage and Charles helped me as he didn't want the Volturi to come after us.

For the first three months Charles kept me in the cave and only took me out in the forest for when I needed to hunt and to become more tolerant towards humans. My English wasn't the best in the beginning but as vampires we didn't sleep so Charles taught me different languages such as English, French and a little Russian.

One month ago we swam across The Baltic Sea and traveled to France. Charles wanted to see how tolerant I was walking along the edge of towns that we came across in our travels and see how well my understanding of French became.

I had started noticing something peculiar that happened when I became angry about one week ago. I had killed an innocent couple when the woman had nicked her finger making it bleed a little. That was all it took for me to drink them dry. Anyway, after drinking the couple, I noticed that their belongings started shaking. My anger and guilt towards my actions became stronger. After Charles had found me, he calmed me and that's when I noticed that the couple's belongings also stopped moving.

I think Charles noticed it too when he started checking on me more but he never asked out-loud. I was too afraid to ask him and let it be.

I see;
Charles = Jason Priestly

Nicholas(OC) = Tom Welling (cause he's tall and all.) What do you think?

What do you want to happen? Or whatever you have in mind.. review? :)