Disclaimer: I don't own the twilight series…only Damien, and Tristan
Five years later…BPOV
I paced back and forth waiting. He should have been here a few minutes ago. I know that humans are slow but this is ridiculous! I had scaled the outside of his apartment building, picked the lock on his window and I still beat him up here. My hearing caught his footsteps trudging down the hall to the door. I waited patiently as he fumbled for his keys.
The door opened to reveal a tired looking human male. And why wouldn't he be exhausted? I've only been stalking him for the last week, making him jump at every shadow he came across.
I didn't enjoy the fear I could feel radiating from him. I was the top assassin for the Voltrui. Aro insisted that I had to instill as much fear in to my victims as possible. My "trips" usually took months.
He had me get close to my victim and become their friend before I betrayed them and ended their life. He thought it added character to the job. His rule was that if they didn't feel completely miserable and betrayed by the time I was done then I hadn't done a good job.
I was one of the most valuable assets to the Voltrui. Ha, they thought that I didn't know about my skills. I was one of the most powerful vampires in the world.
Yet Damien was still there. That was the only way they could control me. Since he changed me, his power gives him full rein over me. I had all the powers that could help with hunting, killing, or anything like that.
I was constantly discovering something new about my powers. Damien could control my actions. Once I refused to attack one of my victims and I was then forced to mutate the poor creature's body after I killed them.
I was used to kill anything from werewolves to other vampires to humans that found out about us. For some reason killing the humans always made me feel the worst.
Damien also controlled my hunting. I can't stand human blood. But yet I am forced to drink it. Almost every single time I consume it I get sick. That's why I am thankful for another part of my power. I can go months without hunting, but Aro found an upside to that also. I can kill more people without having to stop to hunt.
My only friend is Tristan. Tristan started his change the day mine ended. (AN: Tristan was the boy intended to be her 1st hunt. She cannot remember anything within the first 48 hours of becoming a vampire) He was only about a year younger than me and was always happy. He could find the bright side to anything.
Tristan was the only one who never made fun of me. I'm a freak to say the least. I remember nothing of my human life. I'm nowhere near a normal vampire. My eyes are green and I can't even hunt without gagging.
Aro had decided that I was his favorite. I was to be his new mate. Of course he didn't let the others in on it yet. He thought that his thoughts were hidden from me, but he over looked the full extent of my powers. I know that I will eventually end up with him. There is no fighting what Aro wants. Especially with Damien on his side.
I was knocked out of my revere by the sharp intact of breath of the human. His name was Mike Newton. He had visited Italy a few months ago on a vacation trip and had managed to escape from the feeding chamber a few minutes early without anyone noticing.
I had been following him around his town, Seattle, WA, for the last few weeks. I had applied as a secretary in his office, (where he worked as a janitor) and began following him everywhere. I was his shadow as he went to the movies with his boyfriend or got his mail from the mailbox.
I quickly strutted across the room and cut his head off with my nails.(AN: DIE MIKE DIE!,LOL!) Then I closed my eyes and concentrated. When I opened my eyes his head was back intact with his shoulders and he had a knife in his chest.
The whole room looked like a suicide scene. (AN: one of her powers; keeps the Voltrui undercover)Now the police wouldn't get suspicious and all that. Just one more "wonderful" addition to my power.
I crawled out of the window and quickly climbed back down. I dropped the last couple feet into an alley. I landed on my feet with a quiet 'ohf'. I ran vampire speed to the airport where I got on a plane to head "home". I would be back in my own personal hell in a few hours. Joy.
Okay everyone...this is chapter 8...i know its kinda short but then again which on my chapters are really all that long? lol! Okay, the next Chappie will be a revised longer, more detailed version of the prolouge. the prolouge has slightly changed due to the course my story has taken. If you have any questions please feel free to ask them! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! i've seen plenty of storys that only have like one or two chapters and have 3xs the reviews i have! either ur all calling me a pathetic writer or my story sucks...even if my story sucks and/or im an awful writer will u'll review so that i can have a small boost of self esteem?