Part 3: Chapter 2 - Feed Date

"Wait..." I said as he had began launching into his story. "Not now...I'm so sorry." Why could I not talk to Diomedes without passing out from intense fiery pain? It comes at quite infuriating times. Focusing on the plan I knew I had to complete, I glanced at Diomedes, the man who assumed I was his mate, and sighed. The pain deep within my bones resonated as I apologized once more before racing away to catch up with Aro. I paused momentarily to lean against the wall, trying to retrieve my lost energy. How could a true vampire feeling this drained?

Finally, I met eye-to-eye with Aro and seductively whispered into his ear, "Let's make it a feed date..."


I didn't know what I expected as we began running opposite of the forest. "I've never fed on a human before..." I spoke loud for him to mull over. "Well that's the teachings of your beloved Carlisle," he replied with venom. "Carlisle was a bad leader," I lied straight through my teeth, "He couldn't help me with any of my skills...he certainly wouldn't have been able to lead a coven such as this of the Volturi."

I was met with silence at first. "If you've never had human blood, that would explain the eyes...And Carlisle was a good leader. Don't lie to me about him, girl." I hesitated, rethinking my plan. "Can we slow down a bit? I don't have much energy left." He slowed to a pace I wouldn't be exhausted by and inquired, "What are your feelings towards Diomedes?"

Another slight pause from my end. "He's a decent guy I suppose. He's arrogant and clingy, but other than that...Why do you ask?"

"You look at him differently than everyone else. It's as if when you look at the rest of us you're looking at the individual piece on a chess board in a game you know you'll win to the deceit of your opponent. You look at him without deliberation. You have curiosity and...youth in your eye. It's different than any I've ever seen. Even among fellow mates."

He slowed even further to get a full glance at me. "He thinks you're his mate," he spoke softer this time. "He told me that when he first saw you that autumn day. But he said something else peculiar. 'She doesn't have the mind of a normal vampire. She just isn't like us.'

"I sent you two to Antarctica with Caius to see if you would work together with Diomedes so wholeheartedly. It appears you did." We arrived within sight of a town. "Did you understand what the woman in the igloo meant?" I was a bit taken aback and he suddenly raced away, on the scent of prey. I found a smell and followed it, meeting a cozy house with a single man who looked pretty delicious, I suppose.

I did as I always did with prey and attacked at the throat. His blood immediately drained from his body and into my mouth. An iron aftertaste occurred that usually didn't with animals but I continued. I finally drained the man of blood before exiting into a neighboring alley.

Aro met me there and my vision started faltering. He slid in and out from in front of my eyes. I felt myself failing and apparently Aro did as well because he grabbed my arm as I began falling. There was no burning; why was there no feeling? All was number; was this how normal vampires usually feel? I fell to the ground and Aro peered over me. "Child, what are you seeing?" his frantic voice asked.

I saw nothing. I felt nothing. I ceased existing.


I jerked up, feeling insane nausea amidst every drop of blood in my body. Thoughts ricocheted around my skull and I began trembling. Everything was still black and nausea in my veins brought me to madness. "Kill me!" I screamed terrifyingly. Suddenly, mixtures of visions of childhood filled me too fast to process or remember. I began reaching with what mobility I had left and found something. I grabbed it tightly and stabbed it right in the crevice between my collarbones.

"Ambrosine!" a voice cried loudly. Blood rushed out of my artery from the hole I'd created. My vision began appearing clearly and I saw a small glance of Diomede's worried face and bloodied fingers. He had yanked the glass shard from my hand and was throwing it aside. "Oh, Silver...what have you done?" he screamed. I was still writing from the absence of pain, but I turned myself on my side and threw up the entirety of the blood I'd recently been fed. I instantly felt relief flood my body once more. I smiled up with the hole in my body before drifting off into a sleep-like vision.


It was a meadow that I was lying in. Ideas of Diomedes swam in my head. I didn't appear to be a vampire yet but that was when I knew him. "Blanchefleur!" a voice breathed from a distance. It was Diomedes. Longing for him filled me. "Melanthios!Oh, how I've missed you!"

"I've missed you as well. You really shouldn't be alone out here. It doesn't a proper lady make." I had called him something other than Diomedes and he didn't call me Silver or Ambrosine, what I assumed was my actual name. All of this felt strangely surreal, even for a vision...but it felt quite realistic all the same. That picture soon jerked from me and morphed into another. I was once more a young child and reading near my parents.

"Whatever shall we do, Toussaint?" the woman asked of her husband. He shrugged his broad shoulders and spoke, "No one has to know, quite frankly. We keep a low profile anyway, my cherished Maylis. We'll simply marry her young to keep the bloodline running as we've been expected and ensure that she stays hidden. Preferably hidden in a foreign land."

The woman nodded along and glanced at her pale daughter. "How did we create such a monster? Every Giannina before me had such beautiful babes..." her voice was a nostalgic, regretful whimper. "You tell me Giannina Giant," he insulted, referring to her impeccable size for a female. She gasped and new tears arrived at his words. "What about you Toussaint the Toeless?" she inquired angrily.

"Hey now, let's not get carried away. We both assumed to have no children when we wed. We're not to be torn apart by her. We have been est friends since birth, if you will recall. And what precise harm could possibly be done? She could be burned as a witch, but that wouldn't necessarily get back to us. It's the burden we'd have to carry."

The child continued reading, but had obviously been listening in. "Whatever did I do so wrong, Father, Mother?" her innocent, infant-like voice questioned. Toussaint answered, "Your little...trick you showed us. With your hair and eyes." She giggled, "Oh, yes, that was quite fun."

The parents shook their heads. "You must never do it again as we explained..." The scene drained away to another. The six-year-old girl was now a young lady at her peak of fifteen attending an extravagant ball. She pulled your eyes to her with her jet black hair, pale diamond skin, and mischievous violet eyes. She danced with some, but not too many. Only those with a taste for the eccentrics would even dare come into her presence. She was rumored to be a witch with great malevolent power, but superstition could prove nothing. Those with desire for power and wonder often flocked to her. Not to mention her immense dark beauty was hard not to entice.

As the night wore on, she danced less and less in her magnificent emerald ball gown. However, one man sauntered over and asked for her hand. He was not an unappealing man, but appeared to be a noble stranger. They dance for a while until the girl realized exactly his motives: to find out her powers and seize them for himself.

She had finally been able to lose him and bumped into an attractive fellow of a seemingly younger age than her last partner. Not even speaking, they took to the grand floor and captured everyone, but only cared for each other. After the second waltz, they finally spoke.

"Ambrosine Blanchefleur of Bellerose. Very nice to make your acquaintance and to share these musical moments."

"Diomedes Melanthios of Lysimachus. I will say more than the same to you. You're quite the graceful pair of feet, I must compliment."

"As are you, sir. I do enjoy the art of dancing quite a lot actually. Ballet had always been a dedicated hobby of mine."He led her into a slower dance and they talked for nearly the remaining night. They were drawn apart when the Toussaint Ernest of Bellrose stood up to make an announcement. "I am proud to say I accomplished a goal tonight. I desired to have my daughter betrothed to marry a great man to keep her delicacies grounded. Tonight, that very gentleman arrived."

The girl looked up in admiration at the man she'd grown close to across the marble to the sound of the strings, hoping that it was him. "I am proud to announce the betrothal of my daughter Ambrosine Blanchefleur of Bellerose to Aro of Volturra!" The crowd clapped and applauded the engaged parties as the girl's spirits broke. The scene finally faded to a disappointing black. I could now open my eyes.


"Aro, why is it always you looking down upon me?" I angrily growled, processing what was going on. His eyes were alight with a fire I'd only ever seen looking at me in particular. "What did you see?" I took a moment to gather my thoughts. "You..." His eyebrows scrunched together. "Me? Whatever do you mean, child?" I sat up and assessed the damage. I had scars marking my neck, hands, and abdomen. "You were trying to marry me before I was an immortal." I left out the part about how he wanted my powers because he knew that.

"That's peculiar...I would remember being betrothed to someone of your specific visage." My memory was recalled. "I didn't look like this. I had fair skin much as yours is, dark, raven hair nearly opposite of mine now, and the same violet eyes, just with a different...glow." Recognition filled his eyes all of a sudden. He gasped, "You're Ambrosine Blanchefleur of Bellerose?"