CHAPTER 2
Dmitri stayed home the next day. The sun was shining bright that day.
Good He thought to himself. Now I won't have to deal with that weird human.
That all soon changed with three knocks on his door.
He looked through the peephole of his large wooden door. He reeled in horror to see that girl standing at the doorway.
"May I come in?"
"How the hell did you know where I live? Are you some sort of stalker?"
"Look, I drove all this way to some creepy old mansion to ask some questions, and I'm not leaving until I get some answers."
Dmitri sighed and opened the door. When it was fully opened she came flying at him.
"AREYOUAVAMPIRE? AREYOUAVAMPIRE? AREYOUA-"
"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!"
The girl calmed herself down and got away from Dmitri.
"I'm sorry. Are you a vampire?"
"What the hell gives you that idea?"
"Well, you look kind of hot. Also, your skin is pale and ice-cold. Wait! Let me take you out into the sunlight! Then I'll know for sure!"
She started to drag him by the arm. He recoiled his arm back and hissed violently.
"HELL NO! Do you want me to burn?!"
"A-ha! So you ARE a vampire- wait… Did you say burn?"
"Fine, you guessed right. I am a vampire. And in case you didn't remember, vampires BURN in the sun. They turn to DUST. Why the hell do you think I wear a fucking trench coat and a hat every day?!"
The girl only stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
"You don't… Sparkle… in the sun?"
Dmitri guffawed in disgust.
"Hell No! Whoever heard of a vampire that spar-"
Then he remembered. There was one kind of vampire that "sparkled". He growled in his head as he remembered the name that brought shame to hardcore vampires everywhere: Volturi.
Dmitri decided to calm down and deal with this situation like a gentleman.
"Look, I'm sorry that I yelled at you. It's just creepy when someone randomly comes to your house and accuses you of being a vampire. Now, what can you tell me about these "sparkling" vampires?"
"That's why I came here. I wanted to see if you were one. And guessing by your reaction, I guess you're not. Could you please tell me what the hell you are?"
Dmitri frowned and looked outside. His uncle wasn't home yet. He sighed and said,
"All right. You can come in. Just at least tell me your name first so I know who I'm dealing with."
"Bella Swan."
"Dmitri Evangel. Try not annoy me too much, I may just have to kill you."
He let in her to his mansion. He led her to his large living room. They sat on the old Baroque style couch.
"All right, who are these "Cullens" you speak of?"
"They're a family of vampires, just like you. Well, except for the fact that they are at least 100 times friendlier, hotter, and they're vegetarians. Five of them went to our school, remember?"
A low growl rumbled in Dmitri's throat.
"Damn. I was right. They're Volturians."
"Um… What?"
Dmitri glared at Bella, anger coursing through his veins.
"Volturians. They're a different breed of vampire altogether. We call them "Glitter-skins" for short. They think they're so special just because they have the "beauty complex". Volturians use this beauty to attract their prey, and they somehow have immunity to sunlight. Beauty's kind of a common thing with vampires, but Volturians are simply rare genetic mutations in the vampire line- the black sheep, if I must say."
"So the Cullens are an entirely different breed of vampires?"
"I don't even really consider them vampires! I am an ORIGINAL VAMPIRE. The Glitter-skins are considered the "evolution of vampires". They've taken over most of the world now, outnumbering us originals. But all they can really do is dazzle everyone with their sparkling skin! THEY ARE DISGRACES! They make me sick to my stomach every time I think about them."
Bella seemed to be defensive.
"Hey! I think the Cullens are nice people! Sure, other vampires eat humans and stuff, but they're vegetarians! And as for the sparkling skin, I like that! It makes Edward so much hotter-"
"Wait. Who's Edward?"
Bella stood frozen. Then she started bawling. She clutched her chest and curled up in a ball, wailing. Dmitri found himself reeling in disgust.
"Please don't do that on the couch. This is a very old couch, I don't want it to be stained with tears."
She wouldn't stop crying for five minutes. Dmitri groaned and said,
"Look, if you want to leave-"
"NO! Wait! I'm sorry, it's just that… Edward was a Cullen… I loved him…. And then he l- and the he lef- and then he l-l-left… GAAAAAAAH!"
She was back to wailing.
Dmitri felt his annoyance grow stronger than his bloodlust. Still, he had to find a way to calm her down and take her home before he lost control.
"So you loved a glitter-skin, huh?"
"M-hm…"
"And so far he hasn't tried to suck your blood once?"
"N-no. He l-l-loves me too much…"
"…What kind of bullshit is that?"