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A hundred years later and we're in the New World, wandering around the south by the New Orleans. Nice area if you like a place that's filled with clueless people who are surrounded by vampires.

See, by like the 1700's, Paris stopped worrying about vampires. They decided that since they had never gotten real evidence of them existing, they obviously didn't.

The Great Priest, well, he was very distraught about his son disappearing but he thought maybe he just ran away because of his rebellious spirit. He never put the two and two together. He did wonder why we left though. If we really were there for him, why did we leave suddenly without saying goodbye, often ran through his head.

But history soon forgot The Great Priest. His ways were seen as wrongful and chaotic. Nobody understood why he did things the way he did. It was often questioned whether he did or not.

So, long story short, people began believing in vampires less and less, of course, there were the occasional persons who would believe and we would always find a way to prove them wrong.

Because with years, the stories of the long ago victims that survived were distorted by what people wanted them to be or what they thought the person meant. The stories of first hand accounts became myths.

In the New World, the humans were having their war with Great Britain, because they thought that they were being treated unfairly by having to pay taxes to them when they were overseas. Their big idea was, how can they own us when they're miles away on another continent?

But what they don't know is, the vampires are at war too. They're fighting each other trying to determine who gets what territory because of the meals that is available. I'm pretty sure if they knew that vampires were fighting for the right to eat them mercilessly, they might just go back to where they came from. But even still, I'll bet that the war is going on everywhere, it's just those vampires are smart enough not to draw attention to themselves.

"How long do we have until the Volturi show up?" Jon asked Robert, in his usual snotty tone that he used, more and more frequently.

"The Volturi will be here in about a day." I responded. Jon just looked blankly ahead as if he didn't even hear me say a word.

"About a day Jon. This gives us enough time to catch up on each other." Robert looked at us, obviously exhausted with our behavior. And when I say us, I mean Jon.

"I don't think I've had enough to drink, I'm going to go hunt some more…" Jon started.

"No!" Robert yelled, Jon and I looked at him, his expression angry and agonized at the same time. "No, Jon, you're going to stay here and talk to E. You two are going to talk and like it. I can't take another hundred years like this. It started at the church in Paris and I didn't say anything because I thought you just found out something about the other that was hard to understand, but this… I don't know what this is. It's like you have made a vow to yourself, Jon, to not acknowledge E's existence, and I can't have it, I won't!"

Jon sat down. He looked down at the ground. "I never wanted to take her with us in the first place. You're the one who insisted. And now, now, I can't even look at her. We hate each other Robert, there's nothing else to it."

I sat there in silence, he thought I hated him. I was right, I hurt his feelings. I never had a chance. He never gave me one.

"Jon, did you ever ask E if she felt like that or did you just assume, like you always do? Maybe if you asked her, you'd get a different answer."

"Of course I would get another answer; she doesn't want to say see hates me."

Find my voice, I willed myself. I must.

But the only thing I found to do was to distance myself by going a quarter mile out and climb a tree. I sat up nestled in the branches hidden by the leaves. The perfect hiding place when they went looking for me, too bad they'd be able to track my scent. Sometimes I really disliked vampire senses; they really got in the way sometimes.

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