AN) I have noticed some mistakes that I have made, so I am just going through and correcting them!

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BPOV

After booking a flight to Charlottesville, I quickly walked to the women's restroom.

I took out the brown tinted contacts and sigh in relief at the sight of my blue eyes. Part of the reason 'clumsy old Bella Swan' tripped so much was her gosh darn contacts wouldn't let her see anything, granted I, on occasion, do trip. Without the contacts in, my eyesight is almost as good as a vampires, which always comes in handy when you are a 'danger magnet' like I am.

"Danger magnet," I say to myself and snort. There was a reason my blood was so appealing to vampires. Not only does vampire blood good tasting, but also my blood allows any vampire to walk in the sun for a solid day, day and a half without catching fire. How do you think Spike and I went to that Billy Idol concert? I didn't want to miss the beginning of he concert because my friend caught fire. How would I explain that to the crowd? "Sorry about that; he only does that in the sun." I giggle at the outrageous thought. I, myself, am not completely immune to the sun. I am human enough to turn into a flaming torch upon contact, but the vampire part of me makes it easier for me to get sunburn.

Well, at least I can get a good tan, right?

Wrong.

All I do is get sunburn and when the burn goes away, I am left with the same ivory skin I have always had. Sometimes it makes me wish I had my mother's lovely tan skin, but being the pale girl is a part of who I am.

Running a hand through my hair, I gather my contacts and my bag and leave the restroom. Time to find a cover story.

Glancing around, I sneak over to the airport computer. I quickly Google 'The Mystic Falls Daily' and look through the headlines. Missing people, animal attacks… sounds a lot like vampires.

I sigh. While I maybe part vampire, most of the vampire strength I couldn't get to. And I can feel it in me, ripping and tearing through my muscles, but I, in all my existence cannot access that strength leaving me with a little bit more than the human's strength. Strong, but not strong enough to fight a full-blown vampire.

Go to Mystic Falls and possibly have my blood sucked out of me faster than a kid drinking Juicy Juice or just go to the address Katherine sent.

Flight to Charlottesville, Virginia has arrived. Passengers, please proceed to Gate 5.

I smile, finally making up my mind. I close out of the internet and reopen it. Going to Google, I quickly type in "Irene Demova." After selecting the official page, I watch as the virus is downloaded to the computer and fries the computer. Better safe than sorry, Katherine's going to be pissed when she finds out I am not going to Utah as planned. Bought myself sometime.

I quickly walk away and hear the security exclaim in the background. Something about a 'computer' and 'porn.' Hmm… bizarre. They should be careful who they let use their computer. I feel bad, but it had to be done.

Screw plans, I'll make it up as I go.

I make my way to the gate, adrenaline rushing through me. Never had I disobeyed one of Katherine's orders. I am a very good girl. I do well in school, I listen, and I obey her orders with blind faith. I love my mother, that compulsory feeling that a daughter has to her mother, no matter how good, bad, or flat out evil she is. Deep down, I know maybe she's not so bad, but all my life I have been in the dark. No questions about family or anything before my birth and what little I do ask, she doesn't answer.

I get on the plane and put my bag away. I lean back in my seat and close my eyes, knowing this would be one of the longest rides of my existence.

Chicago 1922

"So, I firmly told my father that theses clothes are the new trend and naturally he didn't believe me! It was not until Mother talked to him that he let me meet you here," Glenda complained to me.

I sent an empathetic look to her. "C'est la vie, non? But in the end, they let you out," I briefly touched her hand, "and you did not just abandon me. It worked out."

Glenda sent me a smile and took another sip of her drink. "Not that there my coming here would have prevented you from being entertained."

I blink in confusion. "Of what are you talking? If you had not shown, I would just sit here in complete boredom while waiting for my glass to respond to my question." Glenda gently whacks my arm.

"Be careful what you say! They send people to the asylum with those words," Glenda says nervously looking around. After seeing nobody noticed, she lightened up. "And don't pretend you do not see how much the male population looks at you!"

I glance around the room, looking at several men looking at me. I blush.

"I notice that blush, Bella! I dare say, it's that blush make men look like they want to eat you-"

Worry rushes through me. I grab her arm and ask concerned, "Look like they want to ear me? Whom?"

Glenda laughs, taking my reaction as a joke. I immediately calm my expression. "Oh, so you miss the hungry eyes? Ha! You mustn't be that unobservant," Glenda teases.

I immediately look around the bar. Nope. No vampire that I can see. "I am more observant than that, I assure you," I say in a much more formal voice. I look around the room one last time. This time, I see something- someone- in the shadows of the club.

"You know Bella, I think you as my sister. No one ever talks to me or helps me out as much as you do."

I smile, truly flattered. "And I consider you a sister of mine. Not many people care about me. I dare say that I was meant to be your sister," I say fondly.

I notice movement in the shadows. A feeling of dread washes over me, as I know whoever it was had been watching our conversation closely.

"May I buy you a drink?" a male voice asked from behind.

I turned around slowly and smile at the man. "No thank you, I was just about to leave." Glenda sent me a look that screamed both 'Are you crazy?' and 'I told you so' but I need to leave. Shadow person was most likely a vampire. I look at the man, blond hair, brown eyes, not a vampire, that's good. "But my friend here may want one."

Glenda's eyes lite up in excitement. "I would love one. Come sit with me," she said gesturing toward the seat beside her.

I wait a minute, not wanting to leave her until I knew she was okay. "I must be going," I say standing up. With a small bow of the head, I say, "Have a good rest of the night."

As I am about to approach the exit, I turn briefly and send her a look. She returns the look with a wink before turning back to the man named David Barbour. I smile and walk out of the club into the alleyway home.

The June air seemed unnaturally cold against my skin as it blew past me. I pull at my outfit, immediately missing the old fashion.

"Miss me?" Katherine's voice pulled me from my thoughts. Her hair was shorter than usual as well as her black and gold dress, due to the change in style.

"Mothe-" I began to say before she sent me a withering glare, "I mean, Katherine. What are you doing here?"

She shrugged. "Just felt like checking up on you," she said taking a step toward me.

Lie. She's never here to check on me, she always has a reason. Worry creeps up for the friends I have made here. Her visits always ended in death.

"Oh," is all I could think of saying.

"You know, today is a very important day," Katherine said taking another step toward me, "June 28. Someone's birthday."

I studied her face a moment. Usually I am pretty good at reading a person's facial expression and never once have I doubted my opinion on a person's emotion. But seeing the brief moment of sadness in her eyes had me doubting myself. Was Katherine capable of feeling anything?

"Someone very, very special," her voice brought my attention back to her. "Don't you like birthdays?"

In my head, I answer no. Those were days that ended in corpses. But that reminds me. "Katherine, did you ever get my birthday letter?"

"Nope, didn't get it. Someone must have given you the wrong address," Katherine says simply.

"You gave me the address," I say suspiciously.

"Don't use that tone with me," Katherine said, "I give a wrong address occasionally. There's not much you can do about it. Do you still love me?"

I look into her eyes and nod. "Yes, I still do love you Mom."

Katherine smiles and says, "That's good. I'll see you at the house," before disappearing from my sight.

I smile. She wasn't going to leave right away. Katherine was going to meet me at home. Maybe she actually wanted to talk to me. That thought alone brought me such happiness that I was ashamed of myself. Ashamed that I was so happy she was willing to talk to me when almost every mother wants to spend time with their daughter, to get to know each other. Ashamed that I so desperately wanted her affection despite her selfish demeanor.

Katherine, it appeared, never felt the strong mother-daughter bond that kept me wrapped around her pretty little finger. Lucky duck.

By the time I arrived at the Moore's house, most of the lights were out. All but one: Mine. I tried to think nothing of it, after all Katherine did tell me she was going to meet me at the house. My mind didn't want to believe that Katherine had done any harm to the Moore household.

I quietly entered the house, not wanting to wake Mr. and Mrs. Moore nor any of the staff.

As I closed the door, I smelt it. Rust and salt. Blood.

Mr. and Mrs. Moore.

I started running up the stairs, praying that this wasn't happening.

At the top of the stairs, the scent of blood was so strong I nearly threw up then and there. But I knew I had to be strong, so I pushed pass the feeling and continued running doing my best to ignore the dead bodies of the staff laying scattered on the floor.

"Don't worry Mrs. Moore, you won't feel a thing if you're lucky," Katherine cooed from inside my room. I ran a little faster.

"Mother!" I shouted as I rounded the corner and ran into my room, "Leave her be! She didn't do anything to deserve this!"

Katherine looked up at me and smirked. "Well, look who finally showed up. About time, I was worried you'd come home to find both Mr. and Mrs. Moore dead," she sent me a fake concerned face before smirking, "Fortunately for you Mrs. Moore isn't dead, well yet."

I looked down at the spot Mr. Moore was thrown. He had been so kind to me even though I was only his 'adopted' daughter. Now his throat was ripped out and his glasses askew and coated in blood.

"Mother why?" I ask looking back up at her.

"Because I am your mother," Katherine said simply, "Silly Mrs. Moore was beginning to think she was your mother. Fool. I am your only family Bella. You don't get another family."

"I know you're my only family. Please don't hurt her," I plead taking small steps toward her.

"You want to be with me, but you can't be with me like this. And I certainly won't bring you anywhere near me with you calling people like these-" she said in disgust as she gestured toward all the dead bodies, "-your family. I am your family." At that she snapped Mrs. Moore's neck.

Tears formed in my eyes as I watched her breathe her last breath. If only I hadn't gotten so close...

"Oh don't cry," Katherine said in a somewhat softer tone. She tossed Mrs. Moore's dead body to the side and began to walk toward me with a peculiar look in her eyes. Not liking the look in her eyes, I began to back away from her. Something bad... correction, something worse is to come. How foolish I was to even think she just wanted to talk. "I am the only family you have. Anyone who is foolish enough to believe that you are their family, not mine, deserves their death. I am the only mother will ever have and the only family you have left. Don't be foolish and love those imposters. All those relationships will end in death."

My back hit the wall and Katherine quickly trapped me. "What do you want from me?" I ask trying to mask my nervousness.

Katherine smirked and pushed my hair from my face. "Relax. I won't kill you, well yet." Her face transformed into her vampire face and she bit into her wrist. "Can't kill you without some blood in your system." And at that, she shoved her bloodied wrist to my mouth. "Drink up."

I felt dizzy and nauseous at the sight. I knew what she wanted me to do: become a full vampire, like her. But I didn't want to be that way! I don't want to kill people, let alone drink their blood. I couldn't do it, despite my love for my birth mother. I can't.

The blood was oozing onto my lips, making it harder to stay conscious. I moved my head to the side and said, "No! Please no!"

"Don't be so dramatic," she said roughly grabbing my jaw and forcing the blood down. I am barely conscious when she says, "That should be enough. Now this shouldn't hurt too much."

The last thing I remember the sickening snap of my neck and then feeling nothing.

It was dark when I woke up. Though my mind was foggy, I remembered what happened. The fact I was brought back meant only one thing: I must be transitioning into a vampire.

"About time you woke up. I thought for a moment you were dead," Katherine said standing up from her spot on the dresser, notifying me of her presence. She then turned to the mirror to fix her short flapper hair. "By the way, I have another surprise. A great one. I heard that there was a girl who thinks of you as if you were her sister. Glenda, right?" she asked addressing me.

I began seeing where she was going with this. "Not that kind of sister," I corrected her. "More of a close friend."

"If I am not mistaken, you said you considered her a sister and that you were meant to be sisters."

Christmas Krampus this is not good. I remain silent, not knowing what to say.

Katherine smirked, knowing she had me there. "So, I figured you could follow through with that statement," she said before calling for Glenda, "She may not make it, though, but hey! I tried!" I glared at my mother, hating she was acting so childish. "Don't give me that look, I told you that all relationships will end in death." Glenda walked into the room in a trance like state. "Glenda, take this letter opener and cut your wrist."

Glenda took the letter opener and cut her wrist as she was instructed. Blood flowed from the wound and I was nervous. I could kill my best friend if I couldn't control myself.

"Good girl. Now run over to Bella and offer her your wrist."

Glenda slowly began to walk to me with her wrist extended. "This is cruel Mother. Even you know that."

Katherine shrugged. "Okay, maybe a little bit. But she's already compelled, so I say what the hell."

I took a deep breath, prepared to hold my breath for awhile, when I noticed something. The smell, it was still as nauseating as it was to me before. Carefully I sniff the air and let out a sigh of relief at the sickening smell of blood.

Katherine's eyebrows furrow as she watches me sigh in relief. "What are you waiting for?"

I smile weakly as the smell began to make me dizzy. "Nothing, apparently though I still have my aversion to blood."

Katherine pouted. "Well that was no fun," she said before blurring over to Glenda and began drinking her blood.

I jump to my feet quickly albeit clumsily, causing me to fall on to my mother who then tosses me to the side. "Mom stop!" I command from the floor far to dizzy at the moment to get up.

Katherine continues drinking, paying no attention me. Flinging Glenda's dead body to the side, she says, "Now that was fun."

I lay my head on the floor in defeat. There was no use talking to her.

"How does New York sound? Perfect vacation spot, plenty of shopping," Katherine says after a moment.

I let out a small chuckle. She kills a houseful of people and my best friend and now she sounds so nonchalant about moving to New York. That's Katherine for you.

"We better get going, grab your stuff," Katherine says pulling me to my feet. "You've got five minutes."

"Yes, mother," I say going to pack my stuff.

Thank you all! Honestly, if it hadn't been for all the reviews and follows, I would probably would be still writing this chapter! I am currently working on the next chapter, though I am not sure if Damon will be in it yet, I'll have to see. Until next time!

~UnicornNinja12