Great Escape

Many months later

I walked slowly in the snowy courtyard; the blood red winter cloak flowed behind me. I couldn't help it, when I saw my reflection in the mirror in my bed-chamber, I had to escape the proud gazes of Stefan and Vladimir, I had to think.

Although my eyes are green, I am still a newborn vampire. My eyes are a product of my powers; I simply made them green because I couldn't stand the blood red eyes of a murderer.

I also couldn't help the stab of vanity I felt, the small, thin, white-blond haired girl with amazingly pale skin was more beautiful than any other girl or woman I had ever seen.

But back to what matters.

I had decided that my best chance of escape would be while I was still stronger than Vladimir and Stefan, but while I was experienced enough to fight if they attacked. To my delight, as and illusionist I could make myself invisible and scentless, I could also make myself look like either one of them.

"Anamaria?" Vladimir called, making sure I was still here—it was obvious—, he was more wary of me than Stefan; maybe it was because I acted more civil with Stefan.

As I walked back inside I practiced my power, appearing me one moment, then as a little girl the next, back and forth.

"What is this, a little girl?" Vladimir smirked from behind me; I dropped the illusion and rolled my eyes.

"I am sure that I'm aloud to practice my powers." I huffed.

"So am I." He said.

One of the main reasons I hated Vladimir—besides the fact that he murdered my mother—, was that because he was leader of the coven he thought he was superior to absolutely everyone, not for much longer.

Tonight was the night that I would escape; I didn't know what I was going to do when I got to Volterra, probably sniff around for vampires, or something like that.

I simply ignored Vladimir, walking onward to my room, because I couldn't be bothered to make a civil reply, if anything I wanted to cuss him out right to his face, oh well.

I closed the door to my room and began to plot, to think.

A thought occurred to me, I knew that it would hurt to remember, it would also be extremely dim.

I lay down on my useless bed, closing my eyes, sucking in deep and unnecessary breaths.

Flashback

"Rage helps, daughter, although you cannot let rage consume you, you must consume the rage, to...wield it, you could say." My mother said, although it sounded to me as if I was hearing and seeing through murky water.

I nodded my head and replied, "Yes, mother."

I hadn't truly understood what she had said then, I still didn't understand properly now, but I was sure that I would understand when the time came.

The absolute best time to escape would be... when Vladimir and Stefan have their drink, they understood that I wasn't completely comfortable with drinking human blood; they had told me it was the life of a vampire, so it wouldn't be unusual for me to miss out, in fact I didn't want to escape totally undetected, I would love a fight, it would satisfy me now.

My plan to join the Volturi was a long sort of satisfaction, a slow and hurtful vengeance. They had created me to rebuild the Romanian coven, to help destroy the Volturi. I am powerful and could destroy the Volturi with the help of a few more powerful vampires; it would be fun to watch them stew in their own fury.

It would also be fun to watch Vladimir's biological great-great grandson stew in his own sorrow.

Vladimir's great-great grandson, Dylando, is in love with me, he believes that we are 'soul mates'.

As if, we do not have souls and if so I have lost mines light for being extremely sadistic with my planning. He has lost his soul's purity for being a diabolical basted.

I knew that I'd out run them all, Dylando is not my idea of a soul mate—Rolls eyes—he is lazy and pathetic and completely disgusting, also a ridiculously slow runner. Vladimir is weakened by his paper-like skin, as is Stefan, but Stefan has many bites.

Children of the Moon bites, smothering his entire body like strange tattoos.

Children of the Moon are unlike any other creature, unlike anything that changes shapes, unlike a vampire, anything.

Their bites are also different.

If a Child of the Moon –usually referred to as a werewolf— bites you, it slowly weakens you until you are so weak you are literally balancing on the line of life, if you are to slip the next step does not continue, if you survive you slowly get stronger until you become a werewolf. It happens because they have their own venom, although it is more of a white kind of foam that is found in the creature's mouth.

If their victim is a vampire however, they slowly weaken until the vampire venom fights off the bacteria in the Werewolf venom, although the werewolf venom does leave a mark, keeping the victim weaker than any vampire should be.

The reason that the Children of the Moon are so close to extinction—besides being hunted by the Volturi— is because if there is too much Werewolf venom inside someone it kills them, but whereas if there is too less the victim becomes forever crippled, and werewolves are typically clumsy creatures and just don't care.

I shook my head quickly, snapping myself from my thoughts. Although as a vampire I can think things simultaneously, I'm starting to think that I'm just so distracted by one train of thought that I forget the other. I am an absolute genius.

I would walk out into the gardens when they were drinking and when neared the gate, I would run into the wall and just run for it like mad, maybe if they chase me, I can go scentless and run like that for a while, then change my scent to something... human.

"Anamaria, are you coming down for dinner?" Stefan shouted, it was so unnecessary; I would have laughed if I had been capable of happiness anymore.

"Stupid mud-eyes." I heard Dylando mutter.

That confirmed my fears that there were humans downstairs. If I listened properly, I could hear fast heart-beats.

"No, I am not thirsty." I lied. In fact I hadn't fed for... how long? The last time I fed was a slip up.

I could hear the humans stumbling around and I could hear Stefan talking to them.

"Welcome to our estate, I am sure you would like to meet my sister?" I heard him say.

I growled quietly but walked down the stairs anyway, the 'guests' were men and it was obvious what my job was.

It was something akin to fishing, not a very nice kind of fishing but fishing neither the less. I was the bait which calmed them before they were pulled out of the water, to be eaten by the monsters...

They were a group of twelve and they all stared at me, wide eyed.

I tensed my muscles and took a deep breath through my teeth. My throat caught fire.

Why was life my own personal hell?

I smiled at them, although it most likely looked like I was baring my teeth, hating myself for doing as Vladimir and Stefan wished. "Welcome, gentlemen, I hope you do enjoy your stay here." I still had enough air in my lungs to speak if I needed to.

Dylando was obviously not pleased that the men were paying so much attention to me, he placed an arm over my shoulder and pecked me on the lips.

I shuddered, although it was quite funny to see the reaction of the men, they were envying him – obviously – but they weren't brave enough to cross someone as scary looking as Dylando.

I saw Stefan ready himself to pounce so I quickly excused myself.

As soon as I was out of sight of the men I ran at a very fast vampire speed, and when I reached the gates I just ran through the wall, not caring if they noticed my escape.

I could hear Vladimir shouting, Stefan cursing, Dylando punching something most likely someone.

"You ungrateful little...!" I tuned Vladimir our.

As soon as I was sure I wasn't being followed, I removed my scent and made myself invisible, I still ran at vampire pace.

When I knew I was near Volterra— the place had large gates and was impossible to miss— I made myself visible and scented, I then changed my appearance and scent to one of a human, I also added myself a fake heartbeat.

The clothes were a giveaway though.

I tore my red cloak off; although I looked and smelt human, I was still as fast and strong as a vampire, and my cold skin really wasn't a clue to who I was; it was absolutely freezing out in the snow, at least, it would be for a human.

I made goose bumps appear on my skin, made my skin flushed from where snow caught it. I then heard a voice I didn't want to hear, not now.

It was the voice of a male vampire.

"So what do we have here?" The apathetic voice asked nobody.