Prince of the Night POV
People like you and I, though mortal of course like everyone else, do not grow old no matter how long we live. We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born. I was too old, unnaturally so, I had seen the world changing, the people on it shift with the sands of time. But on some days I felt as if I still knew nothing, don't they say that experience is just what a man may refer to his mistakes by?
I had just decided that Bella would be mine, but you must understand this although I can see destinies, fate, I have no the power to alter them. At what point I had lost the ability to feel shock to feeling only mild amusement I cannot be sure but the events that unfolded before me, made up the story of my extremely long life time.
I stood, as it were, on the shore, and saw multitudes of my fellow beings struggling in the water, stretching forth their arms, sinking, drowning, and I was powerless to assist them. The end of humanity was coming, I could feel it. It was my duty to do all I could to save Bella.
She was special, there was something about her child like eyes, which seemed to have the knowledge of an immortal. One glance and she could look into you, deep into the recesses of your heart you thought were long deceased. She awakened something within me, make a shred of what it meant to be human to feel pain, certainly the process had been painful enough. Never had I agonised over a decision so much, until that time.
After I had made my decision, acting as always for the good of the county, I needed to announce it. So on a morning much like any other I made my way to the farm in which Bella was trapped. I stepped inside though the back entrance, and the strange hush that seemed to follow me fell over the humans and immortals.
I stood on the front railing, breathing deeply the scent of blood into my lungs rejoicing in the way the warm air was heavy with it. The sun glittered though the half open shutters, glinting of the other immortals. I could see them watching in amazement, I bet half of them though my existence was only a rumour.
Bella seemed strangely dreamy, almost half asleep as she wondered blindly after the person in front. I wondered if the tragedy of her life had finally caught up with her but now I look back perhaps it was something more.
"Ladies and Gentlemen." I announced determined to put on good show.
"One of you has been chosen, to whom I will bestow a great gift." Who after all doesn't at one point in there lives long for immortality? I heard mutterings of rumours and names spread round the room.
"Who you ask, have I chosen."
"Bella Swan, rejoice for you will be one of us" Her reaction was not of joy as I'd expected but of utter horror.
She gagged as if sick to her stomach, and then burst out.
"No, it can't be true." Murmuring to herself in distress, more than anything. I can't say I wasn't disappointed about her reaction, but I was after al a vampire and she was a mere human. I never thought she would hold any power over me.
How wrong I was.
I had seen many hearts break in my existence, felt the ache of heartbreak first hand, but I had never seen it quite like that. She seemed to shake from her core, great sobs that wracked her whole body, as she uttered a blood curdling whine that I thought, and still do believe was the actual sound of her heart breaking.
Then in a flash of what I normally associated with vampires eyes her chocolate brown eyes dulled becoming almost black. Surely the idea of immortality couldn't have been that bad.
I stood observing the scene below me as Bella seemed to crumble. I know they say looks can be deceptive but who could have guessed her true emotions? Nobody moved, hardly anyone dared breath. But I could hear the beating of Bella's pounding blood, beating in my ears, calling me, me, me.
"You have three day's" I uttered before sweeping from the building.
Everyone one must die, in the end, even the immortals who are destined to live for ever. But should anyone die before finding out who they really are? And in the end is it not how many years in your life that count, but the life that's in your years?
For Miles333 who was the only person who noticed or indeed bothered pointing out my mistake. More soon, please review, don't hesitate to ask if there's something you fid confusing (what can I say, it all makes sense in my head).