Author's Note: Felix has always been a particularly intriguing character to me. Little is known about his back story besides the fact that Aro turned him, and the stories of his frightening strength. In this particular story I want to focus on the less animalistic side of him, and how one small woman turns his life upside down. The Cullen's have a habit of adopting strays, and they've made another exception with Yarah.

The preface will be in her point of view, but the rest of the story will be focusing on the outside looking in. In this first Chapter we're going to get some backstory on both characters. These two characters are going to be considerably different in most aspects.

Preface

Yarah

The first thing I registered is the mind numbing pain. It shot trough my body like fire, and consumed me. It moved along the routes of my nerves, and melted into my very bone like metal. My body shook with the force of the painful trembles that shot trough my body like electricity. Every time I was sure the pain was over, another wave hit me.

It left my senses in panic, and my back bending in a way I didn't even think was possible.

I wanted to scream but the pain was so powerful, I couldn't utter a word. I was left letting out noises that sounded similar to me being strangled, and I lay in the middle of the street...the wet pavement cold against my burning skin. It was the only thing that kept me strung to reality, and somehow I knew it was important. It was as if it was the only thing that kept me locked on to any hope of life.

Somehow, this wasn't so bad though. After all I had been trough, I suppose that death would be a welcome end.

The memories began to play on a loop, similar to a movie...and the way I had always imagined. Darkness began to build at the corner of my eyes, and I could feel my heart increasing with panic. Whether it was panic or whatever poison that creature had injected into me, I wasn't entirely sure.

Memories of my childhood began flooding trough my mind, the best part of my 25 years. The blistering brazilian sun on my olive toned skin, my dirty hands grasping on to a new doll my mother had somehow managed to afford. My mother's constant struggle with my curly blonde hair, and my endless complaining at her tugging.

I never knew how she made ends meet, but somehow she always managed. After my father left us, my mother often had to take on odd jobs. Distinct memories of her late nights and early mornings etched themselves into my memory, and thankfulness began to fill me.

I could feel the hot tears burning at the edge of my vision, blurring what was left of my eyesight.

The next memories that entered my mind were of our move to the United States. Promises of a better life had filled my head like dreams, dreams which proved to be utterly false. Shortly after we arrived in New York, my mother had fallen ill. The word 'cancer' was forever burned into the deepest part of my heart, stealing whatever innocence I had left.

I had taken the opportunity to prove my mother that I could take care of her. Instead of focusing on school, I took many jobs. I would often work night shifts and fall asleep at my attempts to finish homework. I failed all of my college classes because of my lack of time, and because I had no energy to put in effort. It all seemed to be put to waste anyway...

After beating cancer several times, it finally got the better of my mom.

After she perished, I was left with all of the bills. I was evicted from our home, and because I was a legal adult, no one came to my aid. I had no connection with any of my family in Brazil, so I was left on the street to my own devices. I moved from homeless shelter to homeless shelter, until naïve I was picked up by a man on the street. His promises of a better life hypnotized me, and I agreed.

Little did I know that this man didn't intend to get me off the street, instead he and my decision to trust him...sealed my fate.

I had a job now, but it didn't involve anything that I had imagined. The man was a pimp, and I ended up being his property. The first few times I had refused to work for him, and it ended up with me receiving broken bones. After a few more of these encounters, I finally gave in. After weeks of being on the street, and seen as nothing more than disposable...my life would end like this.

Earlier tonight I had met with a customer at a club, but I could immediately tell that he wasn't normal.

The man's scent was enticing. His very presence sent my head reeling. The way he spoke was almost gentleman like and I felt as if he would rescue me from this hell, but of course I should have known better.

Too many fairytale stories filled my head as he lead me to a dark part of the club we were in, and then outside. He led me out into the light of a dimly lit street lamp, and that's when I saw it.

It was like a scene from a horror movie.

His eyes were the color of blood, and they stared at me. Not with the hunger of the men who lusted after me, but with actual hunger. Less than a second later, and with a single blink, his teeth sank into me.

I suppose this was as a good of a way to go as any. It was definitely less simple than I had imagined. I always thought I would die at the hands of some drugged up customer, or my pimp.

My vision began to grow smaller and smaller, and desperately I tried to hold on to anything. I found myself losing the battle however, and my vision went black. I was glad my hearing hadn't perished however, and I could hear the pleasant sound of the pouring rain.

The raindrops fall on to the wet pavement, and glide across my skin. I lay here burning for eternity, while my mother is burning in my thoughts.

Chapter 1

Burning Beginnings

Felix

Felix had served as the guard of the Volturi for thousands of years. Looking back in retrospect it had gone by in only the blink of his eyes, despite the fact he didn't need blinking of course. Also despite the fact that it had in retrospect been a very, very long time.

He had never given even a sign of hesitance when it came to serve the Volturi, and he was aware of the natural order of things. Hard work, dedication, and blood earned him this position. Other people's blood of course, spilled by his own pale hands. Whether it be the blood of humans or vampires, didn't matter to him.

His life wasn't bad, and Felix was always rewarded for the good work he did.

He was able to utilize his enormous strength which was bestowed upon him when he was given the gift of vampirism. At least that's what Aro had claimed, when Felix had awoken dazed by the need of blood. Aro had claimed that Felix's strength was his greatest weapon, and his skill when it came to the fight only increased with the years. That is what made Felix such a powerful ally.

Ally.

The word was a stretch, Felix knew that he was nothing but a servant. He was their executioner in battle. In the dark chamber of their halls Felix had killed many humans and vampires alike. That was the one thing that was equal. The Volturi didn't care whether you were a human or a vampire, both deserved to die if a rule was broken or someone posed too big of a threat against the Volturi.

Felix saw the constant thirsty look in Caius' eyes, that had absolutely nothing to do with his need for blood.

When Felix joined the Volturi all those years ago, he was given grey robes. They symbolized what his position was within the circle, and it was to serve. Throughout the years he had worked his way to the top, to become Captain of the guard alongside Demetri. Felix knew in the grand scheme of things, he was disposable.

The Volturi had never come across a vampire more effective or strong in combat, but that didn't change anything. Felix didn't have any kind of special gift to set him apart. He couldn't induce pain like Jane, who enjoyed it entirely too much.

Felix knew he was a monster of course, but Jane hid behind her child like façade. She had been changed in the early days of her adolescence, and sometimes Felix thought that's what made her so evil and spiteful. Like the way when a child was changed into a vampire, she had uncontrollable impulses. The smallest things set her off, and yet she hid behind a mask incredibly well. Felix had encountered many times that humans and vampirers trusted her due to her childlike innocence, just to be killed just as easily.

In a way Felix envied her. For her gift of course, but also because she didn't look like a monster. She could easily carry herself across a room with grace, grace Felix could never imitate. Felix was exactly the way he looked. He was a 6'7 muscular man, who had absolutely no chance of portraying anything else. He intimidated people before they even bothered to speak to him.

In combat this was very effective, but not in life. Felix did enjoy being able to intimidate others so easily, but it also came with constant judgement. People were too afraid to approach him. Demetri was the only person who didn't seem phased by Felix's threatening aura or his large statue, and that's why they got along.

Felix was currently resting in the library, a book held in his large hands. His pale fingers skimmed over the pages, memorizing the texture of the old books. The pages were yellow with age, and had a feint dusty smell. Felix enjoyed the serene time. He didn't need to act like a guard, killer, or anyone else.

He could relax within the quiet space of the library, and within the convince of his own mind. They were many things that Felix knew, but he always learned from books. Every time he opened a new book, he learned something new. A lot of times he found himself reading out of simple please, or because he was curious about a certain subject.

Just as Felix was about to continue the rather enthralling book, he heart footsteps approach. He could immediately tell by the light tread and lack of sound that they were Demetri's. Felix was almost tempted to ambush him when he rounded the corner, but he decided against it. Sure enough within a second, the shorter blonde man stood in front of Felix. Demetri's face was in its usually stoic position, which was opposite of Felix. Felix had a habit of grinning, and if he was human he was sure he'd have smile lines by now.

"Aro has a mission for us."