Therasa Silvernite: Thank you. Um…yeah it did seem as though something was missing, but I didn't know what. Glad you like the story. ;) Thank you for the review, and for saying the Marie is as stunning a character as her brothers. ;)
RoseWood1: I had a feeling you were bi as well, I don't know why though. I think most women are, we can't decide whether to be heterosexual or homosexual so we just choose being bisexual. I have nothing wrong with my sexuality; I just picked bi because I could swing either way. I think Marie is like that too, I hadn't planned on her being bi, it just sorta happened that way. ;) Glad you love this story. Thank you for the review. ;)
Thea101: Well yeah I suppose you have been in every single review since…I dunno…Who Are You? I think, I could be wrong; I'd have to go and check up on that. Awwwwww, poor baby! That's actually kinda funny, that three way thing with your friends. You understand my story? Wow! :: climbs up on soapbox and proclaims:: "Someone actually understands my story! Hallelujah!" Lol! Thanks for your review; I'll see you in the next chappie then?
Thank you to everyone who reviewed. It's so nice to be complimented on your story. Anyways here's the next chapter, part II to Memories, there is going to be a few of these, then the story will change back from the past to the present when Marie is talking to her brothers. Here it is folks.
Part 3: Memories Part II: Daniel.
The year is 1506; it has been twenty-five years since I last saw Damon and Stefan. I have been living in Milan for the past two decades; first five years I spent living in Tuscany. I have heard that Damon became a vampire, as well as Stefan, and he joined one of the Free Companies, ruthless Mercenaries. I have no idea of what became of Stefan. I have staged my own death, so that my brothers do not know that I am still alive. Marie Salvatore died when she became a vampire.
I have given in to the need and bloodlust, a take life whenever I see fit. I have become an assassin, and am feared by both humans and vampires alike. I am not known as Marie, but Liona, which means Lioness in Italian.
I have heard that Katherine killed herself because Damon and Stefan wanted her to choose between them, but wanted both. Oh well, she was weak anyway only drinking the blood of animals. I have met several famous people, including Leonardo da Vinci, who has painted my portrait. I have also met Michelangelo.
I am not coming out of my Milan home, and going out hunting. I go to the forest that is close to my home; I walk through the trees listening to the nightlife around me. The crickets are playing their song and the owls have come out to hunt for vermin.
I walk to the middle of the forest, where I come to a clearing. I see a large group of people, about two-dozen men, and I see a single frightened young girl.
I hide behind the big oak tree and watch to see what they are doing.
"Look at what we have here." A big tall broad shouldered man says, crouching low to the ground, where the young girl is sitting. All around the men snicker.
"A nice young woman? Or a frightened little white mouse?" the man continues.
"Please…please don't hurt me." The girl begs. She is a pretty little thing; long light brown hair, large brown eyes, doe eyes. High cheekbones and well sculpted lips. She seems to be around the same age as I look, maybe a year older.
The men burst out laughing again, and the girl shrinks back from them.
"What is your name girlie?" a shorter man with red hair asks. He smiles broadly, and I can see that his top four incisors are missing.
"Carola." The girl answers in a small voice. "What do you want with me?"
"Well Carola, we are going to have some fun, and you are going to like it." The first man speaks up. "But first, we are going to let Crow here have some fun with you first." He adds, nodding to the shadows behind the tree that Carola is against. "He is are leader you see."
I see a figure emerge from the shadows, and inhale and involuntary gasp. The figure that came from the trees is shorter than the tall man, but what he lacks in height, he makes up for with looks. He wears all black and his hair is black also. He has high cheekbones, a cool stern expression, although he is grinning maliciously. He walks towards Carola, with his arms folded across his chest. I feel power emanating from him. I never knew that Damon could be this evil. I mean, sure he captures everyone's attention, and never lets out his temper, and things like that. But I have never seen him like this before.
Damon crouches in front of the trembling girl, and he grins even wider. He reaches out and strokes Carola's cheek; she instinctively tries to scramble away from his touch.
"Oh, Bella, it is all right. Do not be afraid of me." Damon chides, which earns another snigger from the crowd of men.
"I am Crow. I am going to have some fun with you." Damon opens his mouth, and I can see two long delicate fangs in his mouth. Carola opens her mouth and lets out an ear-shattering scream.
"Help me! Somebody please help me! Vampire!" she screams. Damon looks at one of the men and nods to the girl. The man nods back, and goes over to Carola and gags her.
"Thank you Fabrizio." Damon says, as soon as the screaming has been muffled.
I watch as Damon calmly stalks over to Carola and pulls her up by her dress, she screams but the gag only muffles the scream.
I turn away then, knowing that Damon is going to do something horrible. I walk away from the clearing as silently as a cat, and I hear a blood curdling scream come from behind me.
I walk on even faster, and I come onto the filthy streets where I find a nice young man, barely of age around eighteen. He is handsome; he has long dark brown hair, and from where I stand, he has lovely ice-blue eyes, high cheekbones, thin lips but kissable. And a well sculpted body.
I follow him targeting him as my prey. He turns off into an alley and I hear shouting, I also hear that dull thwack of skin and bone hitting skin and bone. I hurry into the alley and I see a group of young men around the same age as the one I have been following. They are huddled over the limp body of my prey; he is lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood.
He looks up at me momentarily and he manages a weak smile. I walk towards the group of men and grab the leader by the throat, I snarl showing my teeth, which have elongated to needle thin points. The leader starts to struggle, but I pull him to me and sink my teeth into his throat, after I drain him dry I throw his body away. I do the same to the other four guys, after I throw away the last body; I go over to my former prey and examine him.
He has a six-inch deep wound in his kidney, and is barely alive. He looks up at me groggily and I look into his blue eyes, I can see how much he is scared of me.
"Please…please. I do not want to die." He says to me, blood spurting from his mouth. "Please…"
I reach down and pick up the boy; I hold him close and bite his throat. With the last of his strength he holds on to me. I pull back and then bite my wrist, putting it to the boy's mouth.
I do not know why, but I feel responsible for this child. After drinking my blood for about ten minutes, I pull my wrist back, and I pick up the now unconscious boy and carry him back to my home.
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He wakes up three days later, looking rather pale and ill. But he has become a vampire. I walk over to his bedside and sit down beside him.
"How are you feeling?" I ask him.
"Better. Grazie." He replies.
"What is your name?" I ask, tucking a lock of his long dark brown hair behind his ear.
"Daniel. Daniel Channahon." He replies. "What is yours?"
"You can call me Liona." I reply. "You are not from Italy are you?"
"No. I am from Ireland." He answers; he looks around himself then whistles through his teeth.
"Do you own this…castle?" he asks.
"Si." I reply.
"What is your real name Liona?" this boy is being extremely nosy.
"Why do you want to know?" I ask, getting up and walk around the room, Daniel following me with his eyes.
"I do not know. But I do know that you are lying about your name." He replies.
"Alright. My real name is Marie Salvatore. Happy?" I answer, sighing.
"Yes I am." Daniel gets up, and tries his legs. He wobbles slightly, but grips the bedpost to steady himself.
"What happened to me?" he asks suddenly.
"What do you remember?" I prompt.
"I remember walking home from one of the taverns and then…uh…something." He says, trying to remember what else happened that night.
"You walked into an alley and got attacked, you nearly died, but I saved your life." I fill in the gaps.
"What am I?" he asks, looking from his hands to my face, searching for the answer.
"You are a vampire. I had to make you one to save your life." I explain.
"But why?" he sits on the bed, staring at the floor.
"I…have no idea." I sigh, sinking to the floor beside the bed. "Come."
I extend my hand out to him, but he looks at it like it is a snake.
"Where are we going?" Daniel asks.
"Hunting." At his confused look I add. "You need blood to make it through the change completely. If you don't you will die painfully."
He hesitates for a moment, and then takes my hand. We walk out the door, along the hallways, out of the front door, and then out into the night.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, I was worse with my cold/flu. I'm better now, but I have a chest infection, dammit! Anywho, I'll need all the reviews I can get to make me feel better. The more I get the better I'll feel. ;)
By the way, flames will now be ignored and deleted. I would like to ask Iris on Ice where on Earth is my word usage sloppy? Granted, my spelling is atrocious, but that can't be helped. And I don't need to invest in a dictionary; you do for two spelling mistakes. 1) Else is spelt E-L-S-E not E-L-E-S-E. And 2) Usage is spelt U-S-A-G-E not U-S-E-A-G-E. If my wording is sloppy, your spelling is sloppy! If you don't like the story, DON'T READ IT!
Does anyone else think my word usage is sloppy? I don't think it is, and neither does my English teacher after she read it. She's read all of my stories and she loves them.
If you think my wording is sloppy please let me know IN A CIVILISED MANNER, and not being nasty in saying that I need to invest in a dictionary! Thank you.
