A/N: Please R&R and be honest. Special thanks to Lightshadow17 for the idea for this story, please R&R his stories too. I know I have a major tendency for doing this in my stories (as seen in The True Sith story), but paragraphs in italics are flashbacks to when Trevor had been about twenty. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight and or any of the characters that appear in the Twilight books. However, the characters of Frederick, Trevor, Lucian and Sonia are of my own creation.

Marcus' Son

Trevor was sitting on one of Volterra's park benches. It was one of only three in the city, because Volterra only had one park, Volture Park. And Volture Park only had three park benches. Trevor always came here when he had to think, even though it was derelict, and was frequented by gangs of teenage boys, usually about eight or nine at a time. Trevor had been told to vary his hunting grounds: if too many people died in the same spot, or too many people of similar ages died in the same area of Volterra, the people would suspect a serial killer. They'd be wrong, of course, but vampires had to stay anonymous.

Sonia. Sonia. His latest target was Sonia, the mate of powerful Romanian vampire, Lucian. Sonia was powerful too, but had no mind power. He had to kill Sonia, but do it anonymously. Make the Romanians suspect not just the Volturi, but other vampire covens as well. Because the Romanians had only four strong vampires left alive, having most been killed by the Volturi as they had started to take over. Only four strong vampires left, because two years ago, Trevor had killed Frederick. Trevor had still been human then, and had become the first human to kill a vampire. The problem was, he nearly died in the process, and Marcus (his master) had been forced to transform him into a vampire.

Since then, Trevor had become Marcus' assassin, and his son. Marcus and his wife Didyme had trained Trevor, Marcus physically, Didyme mentally, and he had become an elite fighter, more than a match for any other of the Volturi, besides maybe Aro, Caius and Marcus. When Trevor had become a vampire, his talent had also increased. Trevor had had a double-barrelled talent when he was human. Well, actually, a triple-barrelled one. Firstly, he had been able to see perfectly in the dark, and also see vampires clearly, even when they were moving extremely fast. That was the first part of his power. The second part was that he could move at a speed that was impossible for a normal human. Quite slow from a vampire's point of view, but inconceivably fast for a human. For example, he could run 100 metres in 7.21 seconds. Thirdly, and lastly, he had a strong revenge power. Trevor grinned as he thought back to how a certain vampire had found that out the hard way...

Aro, Caius and Marcus departed the room. They now knew that they had to get to this human before the Romanians did, he could be turned vampire, and become a crucial tool in the war that had been going on for eighty years. The war that the Volturi might lose. There had, however been a truce for twenty-seven years now, and the Volturi was becoming stronger. This human, Trevor, could, would be turned into a vampire. A very capable vampire. So the three, Aro, Caius and Marcus were to each to lead a search party to find and secure Trevor, and the one who found Trevor would be responsible for his training and transformation.

Marcus had told Trevor most of what he knew about how Trevor was so eagerly searched for by the Volturi and Romanians. Unfortunately, the Romanians had got to him first...

Trevor felt hands around his shoulders and was heaved on to the back of a man.

"Who are you and how are you so strong?" screamed Trevor. Then he realised that they were moving. Very, very fast. Trevor knew what fast was: he could run three hundred feet in just over 7 seconds. This man, with such cold skin was blowing that away, going at thrice as fast, maybe faster. The man turned his head, not losing any pace as he ran, and said,

"Do not question a vampire again. Especially me." said the vampire.

"Why not?"

"Oh you'll learn. One finger or toe lost for every questioning word. That's two so far." snarled the vampire. Trevor didn't think he was serious, but shut his mouth anyway. The vampire kept running. Finally, he stopped. Trevor was thrown to the ground and the vampire's face was right up against his.

"You want to know who I am?" the vampire growled. "I am Vladimir, and I am your master. Now, you said two words, you lose two fingers." Trevor gasped."Are you questioning me?" Trevor shook his head quickly. Vladimir nodded and spoke again. "Hold out your left hand." Trevor was by now terrified of Vladimir. He raised his hand and made it stop shaking. Vladimir looked into Trevor's eyes and suddenly took hold of his Trevor's left hand in his right. He then grabbed Trevor's little finger and ring finger and snapped them off completely...

Trevor stopped smiling as he remembered the pain. It had been the third most painful experience he had ever had. The second most painful was when he had been forced by circumstance to burn off his own left arm (minus two fingers), and the most painful, way out in front, was the three-day-long moment of sheer agony that had taken hold of Trevor as he transformed from human to vampire. Trevor was definitely not smiling now...

Vladimir screeched in anger and pain and shock and so many more emotions piled into one wordless cry. He raised his left hand to the sky and screamed his anguish. Trevor gasped as he saw that Vladimir's left hand was missing two fingers: his little and ring fingers. And the next moment Vladimir was lying on the ground pounding various parts of his body into the ground, and making serious dints with each. Trevor had an idea, and started it immediately. He jumped off the ground, ignoring the pain in his hand, and ran as fast as he could. One minute later, as Trevor lay hidden in a cave, dripping with sweat and praying to God that Vladimir wouldn't find him.

Marcus yelled inwardly with triumph as he saw Trevor lying in that cave. But he also saw Vladimir on the horizon, closing in fast. It would be close. Marcus gave the order and all five vampires in the group sped off at their full capacity to reach the cave.

"No!" Trevor shouted as he was once again seized by the shoulders by what he presumed to be Vladimir. He was hauled onto the back of a vampire: but it wasn't Vladimir. Trevor didn't say anything. He wanted to keep all of his remaining fingers and toes. The vampire turned his head, and to Trevor's surprise, it was not Vladimir.

"My name is Marcus. Nobody is going to hurt you, Son."

Trevor sprang up from the bench in Volture Park, and decided to return to his adopted father for help on the subject of how to kill Sonia.