Hey People. This was just a random idea for a oneshot I came up with. And thanks to every one who reviewed my other story.
Memoirs of a Volturi Victim
So here I wait. Preparing to face the death that approaches. Surprisingly, I don't fear for my own life. I would happily give it up to save these poor, innocent people. But now, my life means nothing. Soon, I will be nothing more than another victim. Nothing more then another body to dispose of.
I have figured out what these creatures are. They are vampires. Cruel, and bloodthirsty. I pity the victims who haven't figured this out. They will die, with no clue as to why their life was taken away.
My time is here. My killer approaches me. I keep my head high, and try to face my impending death bravely. I do not want to be remembered as just another coward.
My killer looked at me, puzzled. He held out his hand, and motioned for me to place my palm on his. Then he smiled a sick and twisted grin.
"What a waste. You have an intriguing mind. And you were able to put two and two together, to figure out what we are. Smart girl. But you are insignificant, and I am thirsty. However, I am glad I got to look in your mind once."
And then I felt it.
A pain to top all pains.
A pain so intolerable, I longed for death.
And just before everything went black, I heard one last voice:
"Not so brave now, are we?"