The fist thing that struck me was the light. A thousand different colours rebounded of everything, pinks, greens, yellows, blues and one other that I couldn't place. I looked around me and found that I was in a small chamber on a solid, lightly quilted bed. I sat up, dazed.
Was this Heaven?
Or was this Hell?
Or had I somehow miraculously survived the fires I had just left.
I glanced around me and was unsurprised to see a tall, jet black haired man standing close by the bed. He was clothed in a cloak of deep black satin that fell right to the floor.
"Hello my child" he said in his smooth, silky voice and immediately I recognised him as My Angel.
He lifted a long chalky white hand that was so pale it was almost translucent and gently touch my cheek. He held it there for barely more than a second before lowering it and saying;
"Why, your last assumption is true"
I frowned. What?
"Oh, my dear, how rude of me, I haven't introduced my self"
He paused as if contemplating the weather then in one fluid movement he bowed, flourishing his hand.
"I am Aro" he said, looking at me from under thick black eyelashes. He straightened up and tilted his head, staring at me. I gasped for his eyes were of deep crimson (A/N hence ma penname- vampire eyes and blood. Hehe. *see profile*) dimmed somewhat by a milky film that covered them.
Aro ignored my gasp and continued.
"I am one of three, I and my brothers, Caius and Marcus. We are the leaders of this unit, and I ask you my dear, to join our guard."
I stared at him, stunned. What on earth was he on about?
Suddenly there was a loud crash, like thunder from the opposite end of wherever we were. The noise vibrated around the room making me cry out in surprise.
"Oh for goodness sake" Aro said glaring at the door "he has got to be sorted out"
The last word was almost a snarl and it shocked me after the smooth, sweet voice I had been used to. Aro stood and glided out of the room so smoothly it was as if he were floating.
My eyes followed him out of the room, entranced, when something caught the edge of my vision. I looked again.
"Alec!" I exclaimed.
Suddenly I was standing in front of him, barely inches away. In the same instant that I had apparently sprung off the bed, Alec had leaped back about ten yards crouching, his position guarded. We stared at each other, both astonished at our actions, I looked into his eyes and he into mine. I gasped again.
"Your eyes!"
He frowned,
"Your eyes, they…they are the colour of blood!"
And so they were, my brother, so calm and trustworthy, had the eyes of a daemon.
"A…and your skin" I noticed, my voice dropping to not more than a whisper, "it is as white as snow"
He was beautiful.
"But Jane," he replied, wearing an expression mixed of hurt and another emotion I could not tell. "You are the same"
"No, NO!" I backed away from him, panic rising through me, the burning in my throat becoming clearer and clearer each second. I bumped into a small table and automatically gripped it with my small hands, the wood crushing between my fingers as if it was made of soft wax, not hard oak.
I spun around a sudden flare of anger coursing through me to see Alec standing there in exactly the same place as he had before.
"What are we?" I demanded jaw clenched. My voice was a growl, ripping through my throat like lightning.
Alec stared at me for what seemed like forever, his deep burgundy eyes piecing me.
"Vampires"
No sooner was the word out of his mouth I was gone, running through the door and down ornately furnished corridors and halls, everything rushing by me in a blur. I paused when I reached a large courtyard. It was dark outside but clear, a moon in the early stages of its cycle shone down surrounded by a million stars. How long had I been like this? I cast my mind back to the night we had been captured. I remembered that it would have been a full moon if it had not been so cloudy. I looked up at the sky again. This moon was in it's fifth night. Five days. Five days I had been in that fire.
I stood in the cobbled courtyard letting the cool air wash over my face. I was not cold, I did not feel hot.
I looked about me and saw a large fountain in the centre of the space, two intricate stone figures of a man an a woman stood in the middle of the fountain, their palms and mouths spouting jets of cool frothy water. I stared at it entranced at the way the moonlight reflected off the running water. It shimmered and glistened, the water making a soft trickling noise, like its own music. Never before had I seen such beauty.
Suddenly a fresh breeze blew up, bringing with it the most wonderus scent I had ever smelled.
I felt my self drop down onto all fours, my back legs bent. Then I was running. No flying would be a better word, gliding out of the castle and over great gates that closed the wall around it. It was effortless, as easy as lifting my hand. And it was exhilarating, the countryside flying past me. I focused on the cluster of lights, the settlement were I was headed. All I could think about was the constant burn in my throat, and the need to satisfy it.
