AN---Sorry about the wait. I've been a bit stumped on where I was going with it all. But now I've an idea! Excellent. Hope you enjoy, please positive and negative feedback. But not too negative haha. Umm, what else. OH I had to change my pen name because Coley (chasingfireflies) so carefully noticed I has spelt Twilight wrong and the name MemoriesOfTwilight was already taken which makes me soo sad cause that's the name I use for everything. So, I compromised and chose MemoriesOfYuugure. Yuugure meaning Twilight if you hadn't noticed. OKAY! On to the story, enjoy loves!
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Months had passed since my first hunting trip with Ophelia. I was now comfortable to wander into the nearby town, and hunt for myself. But as I was still 'young', Ophelia and I hunted together every few nights. One night, I enquired as to why we acted human and killed them subtly beneath the cover of the trees. Her answer came with a dark tone in her usually perky voice.
"The Volturi" She stated.
I waiting for her to continue her explanation, and when she didn't I continued to enquire.
"What's a Volturi?" I asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer. Ophelia took one long breathe and began to explain.
"The Volturi are an organized coven of vampires. They are the equivalent to a royal family, I suppose. They live in Italy. They aren't really royalty, but they may as well be. They have strong influence over vampires around the world. If there where vampires laws the only one would be to keep our secret. And they uphold the justice with that law. If things get out of hand with vampires killing left right and center, they step it. Kill you like that!" She snapped her fingers to emphasize 'that' and continued to look at me, her face dark with fear "This is why we only kill every few days. And every now and again, when the people start to catch on, we move."
And that was the end of her explanation. Over the last few months I had learnt more and more about the world of vampires. I was pleased to hear we would never age, but disappointed that once I got past my 'new born' stage I would not be so lethal. Ophelia and I went on regular shopping trips, and my wardrobe was now full with bright colored dresses, all short and revealing. I also now owned a nice set of jeans and t-shirts to wear around our house. Ophelia had also updated her wardrobe in the last few months, and now had a large section of red dresses and tops, all much more revealing than that of mine.
We had a lot of free time on our hands, I soon discovered. Ophelia spent most of this time mixing and matching her millions of outfits, and looking over maps that she had collected over the years. Millions of tiny x's where marked all around the world, and I figured this was her plan of where we would be headed next.
I, on the other hand, chose to spend my time learning about myself and other vampires. I continued to bug Ophelia with questions beyond belief, and tested out my speed and endurance in the desert. In my beginning few months I was faster than Ophelia, much faster. But, as I grew more docile I found my speed slowed. Ophelia had told me it was just the newborn power wearing off.
Ophelia and I sat on our bedroom floor. It wasn't much of a bedroom, just two large wardrobes and a computer on a desk. We had no need for furniture such as beds. Ophelia was chatting wildly about the outfit she had planned for tonight's hunting trip, and I almost giggled at the extremity of it. She dashed to the nearby wardrobe and back within a second and threw the shining red material over her head. The dress was short, very short, sitting just below her bottom regions. There where small slits in the sides, reveling whatever undergarments she chose to wear tonight. Black, of course. I watched as she spun around slowly, the dress showing off her perfect legs. I studied further up the dress and saw it was a strapless number. In the middle of her chest, material had been removed to create a line flowing down to her stomach, also revealing the undergarments…or lack of I noticed…that she had chosen to leave behind for tonight's hunt. I grinned and looked pointedly to her bare feet.
"Oh! Shoes!" She giggled and in a flash had decorated her pale bare feet with strappy heels, "Got to show off as much as I can" she laughed.
I laughed in reply, and wandered slowly over to my own wardrobe. I chose to go monochrome, allow Ophelia to stand out as much as she possibly could. Ophelia noticed this and hugged me tight, "Oh yay! Tonight's going to be fun!" She giggled.
Once I was dressed, in a simple black mini skirt and white mid drift singlet top, Ophelia explained to me the club we would be going to.
"It's a bit of a challenge," She explained, "On the other side of town. But don't worry, if it's a bit long for you I'll distract them and you can get away, and I'll meet you in the forest. Okay?"
"Right! I nodded.
An hour later we where wandering to the far side of town, arms linked and chatting casually. The last few months had allowed me to train my breathing, and conversation became easier. I was unsure of how Ophelia managed to walk the streets so calmly, and manage to keep her dress sitting below her bottom region. We reached the club in a small amount of time, and took our seats at the bar. We ordered two drinks, and expertly disposed of half. Ophelia had previously explained that this was because prey was easier to attract when we looked more vulnerable. I grinned at this as I poured my drink into a nearby ash tray. Our maroon eyes scanned the large club for any possible prey. We tended to prey on tourists who didn't live in the area. The town was popular for it's clubs and so tourists where not hard to find. Tourist men generally sat aside, looking around at the girls dancing on the floor, searching for an easy one night stand. Tonight my eyes dragged around the club, never meeting anyone that suited my fancy.
I took a deep breathe, now searching for a scent. My eyes grew wide and a familiar scent drifted my way. Familiar, yet, not the one I would usually smell. I looked urgently towards Ophelia, but her face was set in stone, eyes fixed on a pair directly across from our seats.
I followed her gaze across, my eyes finding instantly the beautiful man I had not noticed before. How had I not noticed him, his perfect body visible under his rich clothing? He wore black pants, and a white button up shirt, tucked in neatly. The top few buttons where undone, showing his perfectly pale skin.
Perfectly pale…
My eyes moved next to the woman he stood by. She was short, shorter than me. I was sure that wasn't humanly possible, but it appeared so. She wasn't dressed for clubbing, her baggy track suit pants sitting loosely off her legs. Over her torso she wore a baggy hooded jumper. Both items of clothing where black, allowing her to hide behind the man easily. However, her petite face shone as much as his did. As the lights flashed past their faces, I saw the color of their eyes.
Red…
My eyes connected with the woman in front of me, and behind the shadows of her clothes, I swear I saw a smirk.
"Ophelia!" I whispered urgently. She nodded in reply, her eyes never leaving the pair. "Are they…?"
She nodded quickly, and flickered her eyes to the door for only a moment. But that was enough. Within a moment, the pair was sitting on either side of us, the female on Ophelia's side, the male on mine. I set stone to my face, hiding the surprise I felt underneath. Ophelia turned her head slowly toward the woman beside her and brought a forced smile to her face.
"It appears we have company!" She said in her regular bright voice. But I could hear the subtle tone behind it, territorial and almost angry. She extended a hand to the woman and introduced herself, "My name is Ophelia. This is Hakume," She gestured towards me, "We're always pleased to have visitors to our area."
I heard the subtle emphasis on 'visitors', and joined in the conversation. Breathing around them wasn't difficult, their blood cold as ice and frozen in their bodies. I turned to acknowledge the male sitting beside me and turned to face the female.
"Hakume," I grinned, "It's a pleasure."
The male looked at us with stern eyes, but the female drew down her hood and grinned at us. I studied her small face, it was just as beautiful as Ophelia's or mines. She had small, petite features, but her eyes where a much brighter red than ours. She took Ophelia's hand and shook it with delight.
"I'm Rei!" She exclaimed loudly, "But I think Rei-rei sounds cuter don't you!"
I gasped and grinned. Her clothes seemed misleading, her voice was very high and childish, and her words almost seemed to bounce around her. She continued her introduction.
"This is my mate, Samuel.."
"Sam" He corrected from behind me. I turned to face him, glad to see the stern look on his face had slightly faded. I smiled slightly, as Rei argued with him.
"Sammy!"
"Just Sam."
"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammiepoo!" She whined. He rolled his eyes and smiled at her. In his features, Sam could have passed for two or three years older than Rei – who seemed young. Sixteen, seventeen I guess. But in his voice and words, I could tell he was much older. But I suppose, age doesn't matter when you live forever.
Rei acknowledged her win, and continued to talk to Ophelia about her newborn life. She was younger than I, and almost as in control. It seemed the aged Sam had taught her well. Ophelia and Rei discussed their lives for an extended time, and I sat quietly next to Samuel, neither of us attempting to make conversation.
It seemed Ophelia had grown fond of the young Rei, as she extended an invitation to stay the night at our small home outside of town. Rei accepted almost too quickly, and Sam nodded thank you in Ophelia's direction. As Ophelia left her chair, I felt the need to make a suggestion.
"Ophelia, I need to drink. Perhaps Rei and Samuel,"
"Sammy" Rei interrupted.
"Yes, well perhaps they would meet us in the forest. I do not think it wise for us all to hunt at the same time."
Rei nodded, and pulled Sam toward the dance floor. "We'll go first, shall we? See you soon!" She waved a merry goodbye, and within minutes, both Sam and Rei where escorting a human out of the door.
As they left, Ophelia spied two men about to order their own drinks. She winked in my direction and we moved in towards them. I slid in next to one of the males, who was entirely unattractive in my own personal opinion, and winked in his direction. I saw a faint blush grow on his cheeks and, to my deep satisfaction, he asked if he could buy me a drink.
A few drinks later, Ophelia and I lead our prey toward our home. The man walking with me, John, seemed overly obsessed with holding my hand. I allowed him too, I suppose it was only fair. At least his last moments would be decent.
We entered the forest, and once hidden in the trees, I turned to John.
"John?" I whispered seductively. He looked around confused, noticing that his friend and Ophelia had disappeared. My perfect hearing allowed me to hear a neck break in the distance. I moved toward him, placing my lips close to his, and he seemed all too willing to allow me to move from his lips to his neck.
In that instant I bit him. My strong hands wrung around his throat and within seconds he was dead. Painless…I hoped. I lowered my lips to the blood pouring out of the crescent shaped blood trail on his neck. The smell drove me crazy, and I began my meal. I was careful now days. It had been weeks since I spilt a drop of blood on one of my outfits. The look on Ophelia's face when I had to throw something out was unbearable.
I stopped drinking for a moment, listening out into the distance. I could hear Ophelia drinking not too far away.
And something else…
I raised my head and turned to see Sam standing over me. His face had changed, and was now full of a sneering expression. He pulled his lips over his perfect teeth and let out a small hiss. I rose to my feet, startled at the change in him. I took a few steps backwards, and allowed my voice to whisper my question.
"Why?"
Without another warning, Sam had crouched, and sprung towards me. I spun my body to the side and snarled at him in return. I too crouched, and we began to circle each other, mimicking the others steps. I had never fought before, but I knew my strength was greater than his. But I did not know how to use it.
How was I going to fight him?
Why did I have to?
I snarled once more, and Sam lunged towards me, his strong hands stretched out towards my neck, and his perfect teeth bared in a snarl.
