Heather's POV

Everything around me was dark I wanted to move, I wanted to scream. He had broken me, he had ruined me. I had always known on some level he would be the death of me, but this was far worse than death. He had cut me, stabbed me, and torn my flesh from the bone. All in his attempt to bring me back. I never understood at first what he meant, he was my crazed best friend, but that changed too. He took it too far. He stole me away from my family and friends, he kidnapped me. I was his prisoner. I was heart broken when I realized he was serious. He told me of things that I knew couldn't be true, he told me of the supernatural. He said in a hushed whisper he was a vampire and told me of unspeakable horrors.

He was convinced I was something special and in order for me to realize it, to release my gift. I needed to die. I didn't believe him of course, I thought he was insane and I feared for my life. For days I didn't eat, I just cried. I wept for the loss of my life, for what it would mean to my family and loss for everything I knew. I would die at sixteen, I hadn't accomplished anything yet, I was no-one. Or so I thought. I didn't believe he could be right, I thought of his stories as lies and myths but I was wrong. As he plunged the knife into me for the final time, I screamed begging fro something to save me, I begged for my life. That's when my heart staggered then stopped. I felt an overwhelming feeling of calm and then I changed. Every part of me changed. I screamed and howled in agony. My screams reminded me of the wolves that roamed the hills near my small rural home in Texas. My body shook, and shuddered violently. I thrashed about as I screamed, my bones cracked everywhere simultaneously, and the pain was beyond this world. I felt has if someone was trying to stretch my bones, mould them into a different shape, my heart lay dead in my chest. My body burned everywhere. All I could see was black everywhere was dark. My heart wrenching sobs fell upon deaf ears. He didn't care why would he, he'd caused this? This was what he wanted all along; for me to die in the most horrific way imaginable.

FUCK! My mind screamed loudly, I was being invaded I could feel it. Something was taking over, I didn't want this. I screamed again but it changed suddenly into a howl, I was howling like the wolves of old. Some growls began to rippling through my body, as I thrashed uncontrollably against the cold hard floor. I prayed with all my might that it would stop, I didn't understand what was happening, I needed to understand. That's when it happened, something clicked inside me, the pain grew worse but my mind took me else where away from it all. It showed me a life I didn't know I had lived, a dream perhaps.

Soon I found myself falling, everything fading away as I dissolved into my dream. I was crouched over a small fire, the woods surrounding me where my home. There was a cave just north of here where I slept with my family. I wore animal skins for clothes, I could hear the roar of ancient animals around me. A strong river flowed near by that protect our village from attackers; it was a simple defensive method. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what the time was but I knew it was old time, very old indeed. There was a small girl with dazzlingly red hair next to me she grinned up at me and I recognized her immediately. That flame red hair, emerald eyes, small but athletic frame. It was Rachel. Next to her was a girl of a more muscular build with short brown hair who I knew to be Christina. But the language in this time is different, their names are said differently but I know them to be the same. We always said we would be best friends forever. Rachel hit me in the arm and told me I was day dreaming. I was confused, she hadn't called me by my name, or a variation of my name. Heather wasn't what she said when she addressed me, she had called me Maya. It didn't make any sense, I knew my name wasn't Maya, but it felt right, it fitted me and my mind kept telling me that it was right that it was my true name. Rachel and Christina continued to work away sorting fruit and craving something out of wood. An overwhelming sense of panic rose in me, I found myself standing on the balls of my feet focusing out into the trees around me. What was going on? Where was I and why did this feel so real? It was only a dream after all. Christina and Rachel teased me, a daughter of Hecate for being scared of the woods. I growled at them to be quiet something was near. My mind flowed with information that before now had been locked away somewhere safe and secret. This dream was becoming more and more life-like.

Hecate was my mother, but she was better known as Hecate Witch Queen. She had me and my sister Hellewise. We were twins, identical in looks and nature. We were happy being human, but my mother detested it. She didn't understand why her gift hadn't been pasted to us.

Hellewise had long yellow hair and deep blue eyes, our hair colour was the only distinguishable difference between us. Mine was dark brown, with different shades of lighter browns that flowed through it delicately. We both had hair that fell down in waves and ringlets down our backs. We were considered the most beautiful women to walk the earth. Our eyes were said to glitter and change with our emotions, much like the great glaciers up north with their dancing lights. We were very much liked by the boys in our tribe and those surrounding. Maybe that's why our mother sought to destroy us.

It was her obsession with our beauty and her quest for immortality that killed me. Everyone knew of my mother's experiments in the forest late at night, using her powers to try and become immortal. This didn't worry me at the time, we all knew it couldn't be done, but oh how we were wrong.

My mother was willing to pay any price to reach her goal, even her own daughters. Soon she reached a point where she was convinced she had it. She called upon me late one night, and took me to the woods. She told me to stand still, my mother was a touch woman and strict. You didn't disobey her ever. I did as I was told unaware of the consequences. Unaware of what I would become, the curse I would place upon all those around me. That night Hecate stole six babies away from next to their sleeping mothers, and drained them of all their blood. She mixed in a pot, and bid me to drink it all. I refused of course the blood of another human being disgusted me, but she used her powers to take away my free will. I soon found that I had drained the bowl of the potion, and a burning sensation ripped through me. The pain I experienced there was like that I was experiencing in the cabin back in my reality. The pain in the dream lasted six hours before I awoke.

I changed; I became more animal like, yet my heart still beated roughly in my chest as it had before. I moved with the quick grace of a predator, had the strength of the tallest mountain and was a beautiful as the brightest star in the sky. My pale skin glowed, and my eyes shone brightly. More importantly though I was powerful, I had many, many gifts. I could control the weather, move things with my mind, and shield myself so I became almost invisible to those around me. There were so many more gifts I possessed that I didn't before, but there was a flaw. My throat it ached, it burned. I heard my jealous mothers beating heart and turned to find her grinning at me, she approached me with the longest sharpest knife I have ever seen. I shuddered as she leapt at me with it. I looked on in shock as it crunched and crumpled against my skin, I was as strong as diamonds, as cool as marble. I seen my chance and pounced on her. I drained her of all the blood in her body, before my thirst was quenched. A young man rounded the corner and seen me. I leapt at him, but I wasn't hungry anymore, so I bit him letting a silver liquid seep from my teeth into him. He screeched like bat with the pain, mumbling about burning. I enjoyed the biting it was fun. I needed Hellewise and on my search for my twin, I found myself biting countless others in an attempt to amuse myself. I don't know how many people I turned that night.

Soon I came upon my sister sitting on the red rock, the tallest rock in the area, we used for observing. She was crying, I kneeled next to her unsure of myself. She already knew of our mother and what she had made me. So we devised a plan. We ran away leaving the tribe, to meet with the shaman tribe up north. When we arrived we were greeted by their sprit warriors, one of them stole Hellewise's heart with one quick glance. They called it imprinting. I begged and pleaded with the old women, to cure me. She said all hope was lost; I was something new, something other. She told me she could not cure me but she could kill me. Hellewise screamed and through a fit very unbecoming of a young lady. So the shaman woman came to an agreement with us all. She would set me to sleep. Use the oldest and darkest of magic to insure I would be re-born again but in a different time. She would make me an old soul. Old souls were said to regenerate throughout time, living many different lives over and over again. The only thing was they were human it was a natural process for those souls. Me? I was no longer worthy of that title. The young tribe boys taunted me calling me lamia. This upset me at first but I deserved it. I was a monster after all. That night the shaman women set me to sleep. But first I had to die. It was almost impossible, but we soon discovered with enough strength their warriors could tear me apart. We burned the pieces when we realized I could piece myself back together.

When I awoke Hellewise was dead, and the times had changed dramatically. I awoke at a time of mass hysteria about Vampires; I was soon picked off and killed. Vampire, it began clear was the name of my kind, and I was widely known as the Maya the creator and god of all vampires. I hated the title, I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I had all the qualities of a vampire, but the beating heart of a human and the ability to age if I wanted to. I was the world's most deadly, yet perfectly concealed predator. The vampires viewed me as a blessing, and flocked to me. That's why it was so easy to find me and burn me like before,

Each time I awoke after that was at a point of hysteria near enough, apart from the last time. It was a much quieter peaceful time, although it like all the others before ended with my death in that same horrifically painful way. It was only bested by my transformation. Before I died the last time I was seeking a woman to contain my vampire nature, make it so that only when I was near death could I unlock it and transform into a vampire once more. The old women with deep dark leathery skin told me of her shape shifting tribe, she took me to them. They detested me at first but soon saw I was no threat. They taught me things, taught me of my powers.

It was clear now that this was not a dream, but a memory long forgot. I couldn't remember anymore it grew hazy and my mind shut down. Blocking me out bringing me back to the pain that was burning through my body, the pain of my transition, I now understood what was going on. I was returning, I becoming a vampire once more. I screeched one final scream as my heart bounced back into life, that's when the burning began. I couldn't lift myself from this foggy haze. I smelt the dusty dirt and trees of outside, I could hear the slightest of his movements across the room. I'm back.

I soon found myself being carried at a quick pace, wind streaked across my body as I was carried. That's how I ended up here. In the hospital. Lying inert on a bed whilst doctors and nurses fussed around me, calling me a Jane Doe and attempting to treat my injuries, I was pretty much ready to give up. I was fully awake, yet I was trapped. I wanted to try and move but fear kept me rigged, if I moved too quickly the humans would become suspicious. I tried to keep my breathing normal, and to a minimum. The humans smelt good, surprisingly enough though not in a way that made me hungry.

Soon my nose picked up a different scent. The scent of a vampire.

When I smelt them, they smelt like heaven. Sweet but not in a sickening way, there was four of them here, I heard the mumblings of apologies as the room emptied. I knew if I had wanted I could of listened and heard them speak with such clarity it would be as if I had spoken it myself, but I didn't want to. I was happy playing dead, or coma patient in this case.

If you refuse to listen with your ears listen with your mind.

I sucked in a breath, that voice was so commanding, and clear, I couldn't help but recognize it. It was my own voice, yet different, it was the voice of Maya.

Yes dear, now just do as I say when I say and you'll remember our life a lot quicker. Close your ears and listen.

Well it's nice to know I'm not alone in my head.

You'll be alone soon enough once you remember, this was oart of the deal.

What deal? I didn't make any deals?

Sh, and do as I have asked.

Unsure of exactly what closing my ears meant I tried anyway. Sub-conscious knowledge kicked in and I found myself inside the heads of a million different people at once. I decided to narrow it down, to the hospital. Great now just thousands in my head. I slimmed it down again to my room. The last doctor was preparing to leave, I listened quietly to his thoughts, using my new found power of mind-reading.

I don't see why they needed to fly in some specialist, it's abuse case like any other. Poor girl, so young and so beautiful. Maybe their her family, they are all strangely good looking.

The young doctor continued his jealous rant as he filed out of the room and soon enough only the vampires remained.

She can read minds.

"Carlisle she can read minds." A voice that sounded like velvet and honey, so delicious. He too could read thoughts. I smiled we had something in common. Sadly however an overwhelming feeling of guilt churned in my stomach, I had done this to him. I had made him a monster, an abomination like myself. a small tear slipped from my closed eyes and ran down my face. I was assaulted with a million images moving at the speed of light. All of the same genre. Hunting humans.

But I don't do that anymore! I reminded myself, I'd stopped. They got me to stop whined me off my desire for human blood. I drank from animals now but even then rarely, now a days I…damm it. It was as if a road block was thrown up in my mind. I couldn't reach those memories, they were forbidden to me. I felt a cold hand grasp my own.

"Hello Heather. I am Carlisle and these are my sons Jasper and Edward."

The voice was strong than the velvety one, but it was laced with a kind tone that allowed it to be soft.

"Hello Heather." Velvet honey chorused with a new voice. This one was the most beautiful and made me smile. It reminded me of home. It was a musical voice thick with a Texan twang' , it reminded me of football games, games if hide and seek, lazy Sunday afternoons under the heat of the Dallas sun, horse back riding down on the ranch. He sounded pained, as if he was carry a great weight on his shoulders. I could feel his joy and apprehension at being here, his guilt about his past. I could feel his thirst for human blood and his fears of fulfilling his desires. I wondered what this was, and why I could feel not only his emotions but those of the others in the room.

Another gift we posses my dear.

I fought of the urge to growl in frustration. Well how come I can read minds, feel emotions, yet I cant open my bloody eyes?
You want them open, open them then!

The little voice in my head screamed at me. Yes, that doesn't sound crazy at all. I heard a chuckle to my right.

"She thinks she's crazy, and she can feel emotions like Jasper." Velvet honey relayed my musings to the group.

I wanted to scrunch my face up at him, throw him my dirtiest scowl and call him all the names a young lady shouldn't know.

Thanks very much for story time now. I thought sullenly in his direction.

"Anytime." He whispered in reply through his laughter.

Oh I can just tell we are going to get along, asshole. I don't care how good your voice sounds.

If he is that frustrating and annoying shut him out.

Yea sure, I can do that, I totally know how.

My thoughts where drenched in sarcasm and annoyance.

You honestly don't remember any of it do you?

No, I can only remember what you let me.

The women was good to her word. Open your eyes Heather.

AUTHORS NOTES:

I do not own twilgiht though i wish i did, the idea of maya is roughly based off of the night world series by this is not a cross over.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Twilight or Night World and neither do i claim too, i just like to play with their characters.

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