Part 3: Chapter 1 - Back to Life
Thoughts and images swirled around my head, desperate to be seen. Diomedes was frequently there, but so was both of my clans. I reached for the image of Diomedes, but it drifted away until everything was black. Suddenly, I was in the lake, covered in water. I looked as I did now instead of how I had before. I seemed to be on rewind for instead of seeing Carlisle, I stepped out of the water. A sudden picture appeared and began playing with me as the main character.
"Hey! Come here!" I walked over to the girl who had called my name. We were in a cabin somewhere it seemed. This person was wearing all black and had silver studs all over their body. Garlic scents hit me as I came nearer and they had a mirror hanging around their neck. I could do nothing but watch as I came towards her. "We've gotten visuals on one. We need you to do your thing." The body nodded and the hair changed to dark black, the skin even paler, and the eyes red as a newborn. She hugged me with tears in her eyes. She was an older woman and had wrinkles to show it. "Do this for your father." My body nodded and ran out of the room.
The night air was crisp as I ran fast into the forest. I sensed myself being watched. All of a sudden, a familiar person came into my vision. Internally, I screamed, "Marcus!" but my body simply looked at him. He caressed her face and purred, "You're not a part of our clan, Pretty Thing." The facade was taken away and the paleness returned as well as the green eyes. "Why does your group always try to kill us?" The mouth gnawed and gritted. "Because you keep killing us!"
Marcus shook his head. "I don't think you understand. We have to feed on humans. Also, you keep telling people and those have to be eliminated. Vampires cannot be found out, Pretty Thing." Confusion filled the human. "But...you ate my father for no reason!" Marcus was pacing around her in circles. "No, my dear. Your father wasn't eaten. He was transformed into a vampire. He then proceeded to tell your mother and her friends a lie about it and it spread like wildfire. He was subject to due punishment for telling a mortal about immortals."
The girl seemed to understand. "And you mortals have been killing us off. It simply isn't acceptable. Tell them that. Or there will be consequences." He sped away as the body nodded and marched away. The attempt to explain went horribly. She was immediately turned upon and chased away outside. She jumped into the water and turned her hair purple and her skin tan. She swam and swam and swam until she tiredly stopped trying.
A hand pulled her up. I assumed it was Carlisle, but it was...Diomedes. He fished me out and carried me to another cabin up on a hill. She slept fitfully in front of a fire as he watched her with a quizzical look on his face. Over the next few days, she stumbled about as a zombie. Her appearance stayed the same as he nursed her back to health.
All of a sudden, one day, he touched her arm to help her up and her entire appearance erupted into a million different combinations. Something clicked in his head and he dropped her to the floor, screaming, "Witch!" She scrambled up and out as he grabbed something out of the drawer. Out the door they ran and down the hill she went. Glancing back at him rapidly advancing, she saw that it was a dagger. Settling back with the purple hair and smirking as she was prone to do, he threw it. At that exact moment, she jumped back into the water as the knife connected with her abdomen.
Floating and nearly drowning, the girl was dying. But not really. Death came to take her but walked away. He would return once more, but again turned away. Finally, a savior came. Through decomposing eyes, the girl saw Carlisle and accepted him as the Grim Reaper. Instead, he bit her abdomen where the dagger had been, but had disappeared. He carried her away to somewhere cold like outside, but acceptable for death. She was comfortable to die.
I sat up gasping and straining and aching. I had been moved from outside into a room I'd never been in before. Diomedes was talking with Marcus, Caius, and Aro. Not another person was in the room. It felt like someone had killed me all over again. Pain throbbed in my head and I felt sore all over. Aro was the one to see me move first and rushed over to me. "What did you see?" he frantically asked.
Diomedes pushed past him and wiped the hair out of my eyes. "Are you okay, Silver?" I pushed him away. Hurt filled his face as I closed my eyes to it all. Marcus and Caius drifted over. Aro took my hand and tried to read, but still couldn't despite the fact that I was extraordinarily weak at the moment. "I saw how I died." Silence filled the room at my quiet words. Diomedes stood away in fear and anticipation. Aro finally voiced, "How, my child?"
I glanced at Diomedes and they inferred. I looked at Marcus after that. Aro was growing impatient and I answered, "Someone stabbed me and I jumped in the river." It was only a little bit wrong. Marcus raised an eyebrow but turned to Aro. Diomedes had his back turned to me as Aro asked, "Was that all?" I rubbed my throbbing head and answered, "Basically it." Another lie. Whatever. I couldn't deal with this. But I needed Aro on my side. "Well, actually, Aro. There was a girl there who was lighting vampires on fire. I think I remember what she looked like. She may have been another immortal from how she looked."
His eyes lit up and a slight grin appeared. He patted my head. "That's a good girl. I'll let you rest since you've been out so long." Aro left but the other three men remained. Caius glanced at me, "I fell like you're lying." I scrunched up my eyebrows. "Why would I lie about this?" He shrugged and followed Aro. Finally, I said to Marcus, "I found you." He nodded. "I see. Well, I'm glad you did. I wasn't a good guy, but I didn't eat you then either, so I believe that accounts for something."
"You called me Pretty Thing back then too." A distant grin hit his face and he looked away. "I did so on purpose. I'm not sure why, but I thought it was intentional." He kissed my forehead before retreating once more. Diomedes was still across the room, not meeting my eye. "You were there too..." I whispered. The burning was still there, but I wasn't going to pass out again until I talked to him. "Can you tell me about your life before the Volturi? To continue our game, you know?" He sighed and nodded.
