This is going to vary from the rules of vampires that was in Twilight. I am the author and am not using any of Twilights characters or places or anything. This is a completely different story that I just had to post because I wanted others to know Tristan and Aurora's past. This was the original story that was in my head after reading Twilight and this is a completely original story.
Also I would just like to say thanks to my friend Em who is probably screaming her head off cheerily as she reads her name on the internet. Lol. I just wanted to say that, Em, I created Amelia after ya and I hope you like her. -- You probably will considering that is your personality and all. Lily is also based off of a friend of mine. And Victoria…well, Vic is a hell of a lot like me (minus the pink hair and black clothing). Lol.
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Summary: Can't find hotel. Jenny and Lily slammed. Sit down at deserted café on deserted street and the six pale beautiful men are approaching. This begins with Tristan.
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CHAPTER PROLOGUE:
Tristan sat in a large chair in his mansion. Most vampires didn't have homes but he had wanted one, so he bought it. He was pretending to listen in to the other members of his coven's quiet conversation but really he was thinking about the things he had spoke about earlier that day. He had just returned from a meeting with his only superior…Victor. Victor and he had gone over strategies and planned an attack against the neighboring rival covens that were led by Marcus. Tristan was to lead the attack, as it was sure to be a terrible battle. They were planning on hitting the strongest of the covens they were fighting against. Only with Tristan there could they guarantee a victory.
His thoughts snapped from the ongoing war between vampires to the current discussion taking place around him as he heard Lane talk about kissing a human.
"She was so soft," he said with an evil smile as all the other vampires looked at him with what appeared to Tristan to be jealousy. "And so warm, she resisted slightly, that made an interesting change. I was getting bored with all the push-overs we normally hunt."
"How come you get her?" said Kyle, the youngest of the vampires. Tristan had only turned him 3 years ago. One night Tristan had watched as Kyle got in a fight and he was outnumbered. After Kyle had won Tristan took him.
He had been on the lookout for good fighters to join his coven--which was the strongest and most lethal of all the covens fighting under Victor. To get into Tristan's coven you had to challenge its previous members and if you won you earned the position of the vampire you had just defeated.
Tristan was second in command right under Victor and had earned himself the reputation of a killer. He was undefeatable. When Tristan fought every cell in his body sung with the ecstasy of death. His senses detected the slightest movements and he seemed to know when and how he was going to be attacked. He loved every second of the fights; it was the only time he got to strip himself of his shell and do what he was created to do.
"Because I rank higher than you," growled Lane.
"Do you want to prove that?" Kyle stood up, his arms at his side as his hands turned to fists, making his biceps bulge.
"You think you can beat me?" Lane said with a small smile as he stood as well. There was a reason Lane was ranked right under Tristan. Tristan had taken him in the 1930's and he had been an amazing boxer.
Philip stood too then. Tristan found it amusing they were actually going to fight over a human. Cattle-like beings… all alike.
"The kid can't take you but I am sure I can," said Philip, glaring at Lane. Philip was ranked right under Lane in the unofficial order.
This turned both Lane and Kyle against Philip and Thomas soon came to his brother's aid but added that he would fight any of them. Soon they were all bickering like children and growling and snarling like vampires on the hunt.
Lane was yelling at Philip. Ivan was snarling at Gideon, and Thomas was about to fight Kyle.
"Enough," Tristan whispered. The room went silent, and Tristan continued quietly. He didn't even look at them as he spoke. "You are fighting over a human girl. You are degrading yourselves."
They all looked upon Tristan with fear and apprehension. Finally Kyle spoke and Tristan could hear the slight tremble behind his words.
"You didn't see her, Tristan," Tristan's face jerked up to look Kyle in the eyes and Kyle bravely met his gaze. "She is more beautiful than any vampire woman I have ever met, and she smells like Lily of the Valley mixed with Jasmine soap." Kyle sounded like a dreamy idiot and Tristan mentally lowered his rank before he saw the other men nodding at what he had said.
His red eyes judged all of their serious expressions and Tristan stood up and walked towards the door. He stopped in the doorway with his back to them. "Bring her back to the house then, I wish to see this human girl."
He continued out the door and he heard their quiet conversation as he reached the foot of the stairs. It was more like an argument at first.
"Fuck," Lane said. "Now none of us get her. If we bring her back Tristan will take her. Nice job kid."
Kyle growled in response.
"If we bring her back," said Thomas suggestively. "We can bring one of her friends to him and "take" her on the way here."
"I'm not sure I want to "take" her. I could make her one of us. Can you imagine what she would look like after the change?" said Lane.
That was when Tristan decided to enter the room again. It was his responsibility and task to change humans to vampires in this coven and Lane or anyone else didn't have the right to.
"You will not change anyone." He growled and they all took a step back with "oh fuck" faces. "You will bring this insignificant girl to me and then you can have her. If she doesn't walk through those doors tonight I will assume you have changed her, and that would not be a good idea." He made it so the threat was very clear in his voice. He was no more interested in this human than he was any other human, but he would not let them change her.
That was when the doorbell rang and the sound boomed throughout the mansion, on the wood floors and empty rooms. Tristan froze; no one knew where the house was except for the 6 men that had just been arguing. Not even Victor was aware he had one. That was Tristan's rule and no one broke his rules. It was essential that not even partner coven's members knew where his house was. He didn't trust them enough to give them that kind of personal information they could turn over to Markus. He gave the members of his coven a look and they nodded and became tense and started walking towards the door. The doorbell rang again and Thomas thrust open the door and stepped back in a blink of an eye as Tristan and the others took fighting stances.
On the other side of the door was a skinny young man in a suit with pamphlets in his hands. A human. They all relaxed and Tristan looked at his watch. It was only 3:00 p.m.
Kyle walked up to the scared looking man who had knocked on the door full of muscular six foot and over men that looked like they wanted to hurt him.
"Leave," Kyle said in a hoarse whisper. The man did just that without a word.
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CHAPTER 3:
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I dragged Jenny over to the table and dumped her carefully into a chair. Victoria did the same with Lily. The rest of us sat down. I was just about to propose a plan to go down streets with lights and try to find some sort of cab when Jen gripped my wrist, hard.
She was staring behind me and I turned to see the 6 beautiful pale men approaching us slowly.
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"Good evening," was what the beautiful and pale chocolate haired man said as he pulled a chair over to our table and sat between Jenny and me. I hadn't really noticed how big these guys were the first time I met them. They were too beautiful to really notice anything else but their faces. When he had stood before me before sitting I realized he was definitely over six foot and had very broad shoulders. The other five men were built very similar.
My blood was rushing to my head. I didn't know how these men had found us but they had. I released the breath I had been holding since Jenny had grabbed my arm. His smile grew wide.
"Hey," I heard Lily say. The man's eyes didn't shift from mine. He didn't even acknowledge her.
"Are you lost?" a blonde haired man asked me, his eyes were also dark and I wavered under his intense gaze.
"Ummm…" was all I could manage and my voice shook slightly. Their smiles grew even wider.
My breathing was coming faster out of fear and I stood up quickly and tried to reach for Jenny. I wanted to leave. I had accidentally come in close contact with the chocolate haired man because I stupidly reached over him to grab my friend. My heart thudded against my chest as his arm quickly wrapped around my waist and I was pulled onto his lap. I felt like crying from fear and desperation.
I knew we were all in deep trouble but that didn't stop me from releasing my anxiety when his sweet breath filled my lungs. I shivered as his cool fingers traced down my bare arm. He put his other hand under my chin and drew my lips to his once again. I heard a growling sound. His cold lips tried to part mine and my mind kicked back in and I pushed away from him and stood up from his lap.
His smile was even wider as I looked down at him. I backed up a few steps and bumped into something cold and solid. I turned to see another beautiful man with light blonde hair that was only a few shades darker than mine. He brushed my hair out of my face gently and I didn't want to leave him but a big part of me knew I should run. I heard a loud snarling sound come from behind me and turned around to see the man I had kissed twice now giving the blonde man a look I wanted to step away from. He looked terrifying.
"You don't want to fight me, Gideon," he said, not in the voice I had heard before. This voice was low and dark and full of malice. I really did step away from that. I would have run but all of my friends were still sitting and staring at the men. They didn't seem to fear anything at all. Couldn't they tell there was something different about these men?
"Lane," so that was his name… "We have to bring her back." This came from a man with black curly hair that had been with Jordan on the night of the fireworks display.
Lane looked extremely frustrated about this. His lips set into a scowl. "I know that Thomas."
"Back where?" asked Jenny, politely curious. Her voice didn't sound like she had a care in the world where we were going and I tried to catch her eye; to plead with her to come back to me, to return to her normal clothes-loving self.
"Victoria?" I asked quietly. I was almost to tears at the thought of her not being on my side anymore. I wanted to speak with the real Vic and to hear her remarks that made me blush and yell at her. I wanted her to tell me to shut up or anything, just something.
She didn't say a word, she was looking into a dirty-blondes eyes. I don't even think she heard me.
Victoria seemed to come back a little after I said her name again, louder this time. She finally looked at me and then back to the dirty-blonde man. "Can you tell us how to get to our hotel?" Victoria asked, she looked disappointed.
I smiled at her like a madman. Vic was back, she might not be happy about it, but she was back.
"Of course," said the dirty-blonde man, he stood and took her hand in his. The other 5 men stood as well and guided my friends. We started walking; I had no idea where we were going. We walked for close to 30 minutes and all the men formally introduced themselves, then the rest of the time we were in almost complete silence except for my friends' random giggles and Lily and Jenny had to be called to attention every now and then when they wondered off, staggering slightly.
We hadn't been near houses for about 20 minutes. The French countryside was surrounding us and I knew we were not going to return to the hotel. I suppose I knew that from the moment they agreed to take us back. I would have protested but I doubted that would have got me anywhere. My friends couldn't help me now and I couldn't fight these men on my own.
I noticed a huge mansion in front of us. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was beautiful to say the least and I wanted to look inside of it. I loved architecture and I was sure I could find many beautiful details in this house fit for Gods. We started walking down the twisted stone walkway that led to the house. I felt firm hands descend on my shoulders and I was almost forced to walk through the door by Lane.
My heart was pounding and a hard lump was forming in my throat. We were in very deep trouble. If I didn't love and care for my friends, the only family I had left, I would have ran as fast as I could away from the beautiful mansion.
We walked into a beautiful foyer with dark wooden floors. The ceilings were vaulted and beams ran across it.
"Let's get this over with," said a beautiful man whose name was Ivan. He was the one that Amelia couldn't keep her eyes off of. Get what over with, I thought with a shot of fear. I was half led--half forced through French doors. My friends went in front of me in a dream like state. Even Victoria, who had come back for me, had returned to her trance-like state. I wouldn't leave them here when they were like this with the strange men.
When I followed my friends I was flocked by Lane and Philip: the dirty blonde Victoria liked. I guess it was incase I had decided to run; I doubted I could get far even if I tried.
I resigned myself to whatever fate my friends would meet. I had suffered a lot of pain from a very young age and the depression that would follow wasn't new to me.
When I walked in the room my attention was caught by a grand piano. What next caught my eye was a large leather chair. In that chair was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was beautiful but every inch of his face was masculine. He had a strong jaw and angled cheekbones and hollowed cheeks. He had dark blonde hair that grew to right below his ears with bright blonde highlights that were scattered through it and his eyes…his eyes were large and the flickering of firelight off them made them dance. His beautiful sculpted lips were parted slightly and I recognized his eyes appeared so large because they were wide. His expression was surprised.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. I tried to memorize every slope and angle of the earthbound angel's face. He looked back at me with the same fascination. I knew that look. Lane took my wrist and pulled me back out of the room and I saw all of my friends sit around the God-like creation in the chair. They were staring up at him with their mouths open and we retained eye contact until I was swept out of the room completely.
I was so amazed at what I had just seen to even comprehend I was walking, let alone being led by five men.
We reached another large room with furniture and my brain was starting to kick back into place. They were speaking French and I was catching every word they were saying, though they didn't know it. The words definitely didn't make me at ease.
"Now we must decide who gets her," said Philip.
I didn't like the sound of that and my eyes flickered to the door. I would at least try to escape, not sit here like a petrified moron.
"I do," said Lane in a voice lined with authority.
Kyle growled and gave him a challenging gesture by rolling his muscled broad shoulders.
Lane, the most intent watcher now turned his attention to Kyle and I took my opportunity and bolted for the door. I knew I was fast so I thought I had a shot to make it out of the room at least. I was wrong. I got about a foot from the door and hands clutched my hips, I almost had whiplash I was drawn into someone's arms to fast.
"That was a good try," a sinister voice on the edge of laughter said into my ear. It was Lane's voice. Damn it. His seductive scent was already filling my lungs. "I didn't know you spoke French. Maybe I will change you, something like you can't go to waste."
I heard throaty laughs from behind me.
I glared at the wall, furious that I had no say in what was going to happen to me. I didn't stand a chance against 5 of my best friends, how was I supposed to fight off 6 huge guys in their twenties? I wasn't.
That was when I heard the enchanting voice, smooth and low and pure. I knew who it belonged to before I even lifted my head to look.
"I get the prize of the evening boys." I sensed every one of them stiffen. I was placed back on the ground gently and I looked up to see the gorgeous man leaning casually against the side of the doorframe. He was giving the men around me a hard look. He was intimidating to say the least. He was the largest and tallest one in the room and had extremely broad shoulders and a loose tee-shirt that hinted at a sculpted chest. He would have been breathtaking if he hadn't have looked so terrifying. He was leaning casually but he looked as if he could pounce at any second. My eyes raked him over, taking in the muscled arms and the large hands.
I was distracted from my gazing as my friends filed in the room. A large part of me had hoped they had run screaming from the mansion. The men walked past me and went to them, they went and sat in various couples, except for Lane, he looked ready to murder something purely out of fury.
The gorgeous man shrugged off the doorframe and started walking towards me slowly. I was frozen in place, I couldn't have run even if I wanted to--which I didn't. His eyes were locked on mine the entire duration of his short walk, making my heart flutter and a strange sensation rip through my stomach. I held his gaze but couldn't keep from noticing he was very tall. He was at least 6'8" maybe 6'9". He had to be part of the NBA or NFL or something. My mind quickly figured out that that was why he had a mansion…he must be a pro-athlete. I stared into his eyes for what seemed to be the longest and shortest time of my life.
Then I heard her scream. "Ao!"
Victoria!
I took a step to the side quickly so I could see around Tristan. What I saw made my breath catch and me to freeze. I saw Philip holding my best friend to his body as he leaned across her and had his face firmly pressed into her neck. Victoria's eyes were wide and bulging out of fear and I couldn't breathe as I watched her breaths get shallower and shallower. I watched her hands that had been clawing at Philips back reluctantly relax and then slide off and away from him. They dropped with the softest thud onto the couch she had been sitting on. My eyes snapped from couple to couple, dying friend to dying friend. Amelia was the last to die and on her last show of inner strength I saw her force her hand to lift from Ivan's back and reach out to me. "Aurora…" she whispered, her eyes pleading with me. Her arm took an eternity to fall, even though it was a swift fluid movement. I wanted to catch it and hold her hand and beg for her to come back.
I stepped back to where I had been standing and looked up at what I had once considered an angel and I now knew to be a vampire. I had read enough books and watched enough horror movies to make that guess.
I squared my shoulders and looked him in the eye. I wasn't going to cry. I was too furious. I reached out to him and I grabbed his right wrist and jerked his hand to my waist. He didn't resist but his brow furrowed, as if confused at what I was doing. I grabbed his left wrist and put it on the right side of my neck and swept my hair away from the left side of it. I watched as realization dawned on him. His eyes darted to mine, he looked horrified. I glared at him as I tilted my head slightly towards my right. I never broke eye contact, even when he looked away I gazed at his face until his eyes returned to mine. His eyes looked sad. He blinked them then and they went a beautiful aqua blue color.
He looked at me and his eyes grew very wide. He blinked again and they returned to the red I saw clearly now.
I heard Lane's voice after what seemed like an eternity of waiting for my death. "Finish her or I will Tristan," his voice was hateful and made me shiver. The other vampires were standing by the bodies of my best friends. I looked past Tristan to the couch where Victoria, the best friend this world had given me, laid motionless. Her eyes were glazed over as she stared unseeingly up at the ceiling. Even her flaming pink hair looked dull without her life and spirit to brighten it. I would never see the devilish grin cross her face again. Victoria was never going to speak or glare or laugh ever. I looked at Jenny and remembered how she had always been so beautiful. She was someone life radiated from and had a smile that could brighten your day. I would never go to her to listen to my problems again. Amelia, who had always been so strong, it still amazed me that our rock--my support system could die. Jordan, the hot tempered pistol, was never going to go off again. Then there was Lily… Lily hadn't even wanted to come out with us tonight.
I was going to die tonight. I wanted to follow my friends, the only real family I had, anywhere they went--even to hell.
The next thing I knew I was in the air. I was slung over this Tristan's shoulder. In a matter of seconds he set me on a bed. He was staring at me like his life depended on it. He raised his hand to my face slowly. His fingers were like ice and I gasped quietly as I stared into his eyes. I reached my hand up to my face and placed it on top of his. I was holding his hand to my cheek. I watched as he closed his eyes and a small sad smile formed on his beautiful lips. Then his hand was gone and the door slammed shut behind him. I looked around the room. Where am I? I thought. Then I heard yelling and then snarling. The sounds were muffled slightly but I caught every horrific sound. I could hear the fight had moved outside. I presumed the backyard. I don't think it would have mattered either way; there weren't any houses within a 20 minute walking distance. I heard a keening that made me cringe. There were terrible noises going on outside and I could only assume they were from the vampires. There was snarling, yelping, screaming and growling. They were not human noises, that I was positive of.
I went to the window quickly, my brain on autopilot and flipped back the latch. I used all my strength to thrust the window up but it wouldn't budge an inch.
Suddenly the noises stopped entirely and the door swung open seconds later to reveal the large muscled man who I had found out was called Tristan, covered in blood. I stepped away from the window instantly and yelped as I toppled over backwards in my haste to look like I wasn't attempting escape. I stood myself up quickly.
He gave me a wicked grin and then stepped across the room and disappeared through a door that was on the left wall. I returned to the window the instant the other door clicked shut. I shoved my weight against it several times and it still wouldn't move an inch either way. I returned to the bed and sat on it. I resigned myself to whatever was going to happen to me now.
My mind wondered back to the images of my best friends' lifeless bodies. The image of Amelia reaching out to me; her eyes begged me to do something, to help her. But I didn't. I had stood there and watched them die. Victoria isn't going to come back… The thought echoed in my mind a million times but I still couldn't grasp it. I gritted me teeth and told myself to accept it. I knew they were dead but I couldn't grasp that. None of them are coming back. I felt the tears running down my face and I didn't attempt to wipe them away.
The other door opened and in the doorway stood Tristan. His hair was wet and he had new clothes on and wasn't covered in blood anymore. He looked at my face and seemed to be studying me. He took a step closer and I hastily hopped off of the bed and took several backwards steps away from it. I didn't want to give him any ideas.
He stopped walking towards me. He looked me dead on in the eyes and his angelic face looked serious. He didn't say anything, just stood there like a roman statue. After a long silent minute I walked forward and sat on the bed again. I never took my eyes from him.
He started to advance again and my breathing started to get deeper. He paused mid-stride and looked at my face and raised an eyebrow. I didn't say anything and he completed the step. After the first cautious movements he had finally reached me. He kneeled on the ground before me and looked up into my face. I wasn't looking at him anymore; I had opted for my intertwined fingers.
"I won't hurt you," he whispered softly in his deep smooth voice. He lifted my chin slightly and my eyes met his. They were the color of garnets.
I stopped crying and swallowed the lump in my throat. I nodded slowly to tell him I understood. His thumbs wiped away the tears from my cheeks. He blinked his eyes and they returned to the aqua color.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly and then I was alone in the room.
Please review! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. Your support is really appreciated as I try to write my own story and create the characters up all on my own.
Sydney
