Heyas, this story is just about done. I will admit, working on this one has been challenging. I had so many options on how to go with it, but I like how it is going. Kudos to everyone who has reviewed, followed, and favorited this one. Seriously, it was you guys and your reviews that made me fill with inspiration. Does that make sense? Anyway, I don't own Twilight. Please review! :D
(Day 1)
The first thing he felt, was intense pain. Like a fire had been lit inside his body. At first, he screamed until he felt his throat had been burned away. Now, only whimpers escaped from him. He felt Vladimir stay with him, speaking soothing words to him. He knew the blond would not comfort him physicaly, but his words reminded him he was not dead.
Pain flashed through his body, becoming more intense as the hours went by. He curled up and twitched as if he were possesed, sometimes even falling off the bed he was on. Vladimir had picked him up, of course, but Stefan didn't care. The only thing he cared about was escaping the pain. For a moment even, he thought he saw this light. Very bright and warm, but everytime he went near it, it became farther and farther away. He wondered what it meant, but decided it was unimportant. The burning pain still coursed throughout his body.
The pain was unbearable. He blinked heavily, seeing Vladimir's face become fuzzier and fuzzier until he closed his eyes.
(Day 2)
In a small way, the venom reminded him of his parents. Funny, since only pain brought about the memories of them. He remembered the pain he felt when they would hit him. He remembered the way his brothers and sister would stand there and smirk, sometimes even laughing at his pain. Remembering those memories, made the pain hurt even more.
He then thought back to the dark room and the circus. There had been even more pain there. The rotting apples had burned his skin, scarring the flesh permanantly. He almost retched at the thought of it. The burning sensation reminded him just of the harsh chemical. As if the Ringmaster were still here, dumping the substance in his mouth and letting it course through his body.
(Day 3)
By the third day, the pain had stopped. It had slowly retreated, but a bit of it was still in his throat. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting to open just yet. He still felt as if he were in a dream like state.
"Vladimir, are you sure about this? Turning someone?"
He heard Anica's voice. Strange, did someone break the door down?
"I'm sure, besides, he wanted it anyway."
That was Vladimir's voice. He heard footsteps enter the room and someone sit down on the bed. He opened his eyes, and almost jumped. Everything was in sharp focus. He could see everything and if he were still human, it would have made his head hurt. He felt Anica press a hand on his shoulder. "Stefan," she began. "I know this is a lot to take in, but-"
"Where's Vladimir?" He interrupted. He felt someone press beside him and he instantly knew it was Vladimir. The blond looked down at him with his trademark smirk.
"I'm here," he said. "You look good."
Anica rolled her eyes. "You need to feed him, Vladimir. I don't think your mother would be happy to have a newborn tearing around the place."
Vladimir shook his head. "Do we have any humans around at the moment?"
"Nope, we're getting some more brought in tomorrow."
Vladimir sighed irritably. "He can't wait till tomorrow, he needs to feed now," Vladimir grumbled, running a hand through his hair. He paused for a moment before a cruel smirk graced his lips. "Stefan, do you remember where your old village is?"
Stefan nodded. "How could I forget?"
Vladimir just chuckled and extended his hand. "Then shall we?"
Finding the village had been trickier than Stefan had anticipated. He and Vladimir practically tore through the countryside, asking around the area for the village. They had been given directions and quickly made their way towards it. It was sundown when they arrived, and Stefan was almost shocked at what he saw.
The village was so small now, hardly anyone around. He lifted the cloak over his head and travled around it until he found his old home. In the yard, he could see his father heading in the door, and through a window, he could see his mother cooking dinner. They were different now, older. Stefan felt anger rise in him and he felt Vladimir's lips on his ear.
"Go for it."
Stefan barred his teeth and walked in the door. His parents looked surprised, but then the surprise turned to dread. His mother stood up, backing up a little. "St...Stefan..."she stuttered. "Wh...what...how?"
"Hello mother, father," he snarled. "I'm home."
His father stood in front of his mother. "What are you doing here? I sold you!"
Stefan smirked. "I became free," he began. "You want to know what they did? They locked me in a dark room with other children, and experimented on us. I was put in a circus and RAPED FOR ENTERTAINMENT!" He shouted, his parents faces twisting into horror. "But I was brought salvation and now, I'm powerful."
He grabbed his father, flipping over the table. He sunk his teeth into his throat, draining him of his blood. He tossed the body to the ground and turned to his mother. She screamed, but he cut her off by grabbing her neck, draining her as well. The house was on fire now. Vladimir stood outside, clapping his hands in amusement. "Well done, but you should feed a little more."
Stefan wasted no time. He found his brothers and their families in no time. His brothers cried, begging for mercy, but Stefan did not listen. He quickly drained them and moved on. His thirst was becoming bearable, almost fixed, but there was still one person he needed to find. Katrina, his little sister.
He searched until he found her, holding a child in her arms. She looked happy, bouncing the child in her arms. He walked into her house, seeing the shocked expression on her face. "St..Stefan," she said slowly, putting the little boy down. "You're alive?"
He nodded, but did not say anything. The little boy looked up at him with brownish-gray eyes. Stefan stared at him, seeing as the child had his eyes. He wasted no time in killing her, the child began to scream, but Stefan ignored him. The child looked at him with tear filled eyes. "I hate you"! he cried. "You demon!"
Stefan just walked past him, leaving the child to cry out for help. Vladimir appeared next to him. "I'm surprised you didn't kill that brat."
Stefan just shrugged. "He'll die anyway. I'll just let him suffer."
Vladimir just laughed and kissed him, licking away the blood on his mouth. "She tasted good."
Stefan smirked. "That she did."
It was morning when they arrived back, the two of them walking slowly into the main room. Vladimir linked his arm into Stefan's, grinning. "You ready?"
Stefan nodded, smiling as well. "Ready."
Vladimir oppened the door, immediatly greeted by ten other vampire eyes. Andrada looked at him with a smile and she stood from her throne, beckoning them towards her. "Welcome Stefan," she said with grace. "Welcome to the Romanian coven."
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