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Cassandra

I was wandering the forest. I wasn't sure if the treaty still stood, but I wasn't going to take any unnecessary chances. I hadn't seen my family in so long, too long. But, I was afraid. I was afraid because it had been too long since I had seen him.

I hadn't seen my family in 50 years, 50 long years. I sighed and sat down right on the ground. I could be home in a second if I wanted to be, but I didn't want to scare them. I'd see them soon. I wasn't watching where I was going and I wasn't paying attention to who was in front of me.

When I looked up I was looking at a huge wolf. It was bigger than I was, so much bigger, since I wasn't particularly tall. I probably looked like a doll next to it. I knew what it was right away. There was no way a wolf could have eyes that intelligent. This had to be one of the wolf boys that were supposed to protect the world from vampires.

I sighed internally and was going to turn away when I caught sight of myself in his eyes. I was reading his mind without realizing it. I saw myself from his eyes and was a bit surprised. I had never seen myself the way he was seeing me. For the first time since I had last seen my family, I felt beautiful. I watched what he was seeing and I heard him wanting to know my name.

I don't know what happened to me. I knew I should have walked away. I was not supposed to get involved with the werewolves, even if I wasn't a completely normal vampire, I classified as vampire to , I didn't listen to myself; I listened to that voice that was urging me to answer.

"It's Cassandra." I said.

I watched him as he went through various conclusions. He described my voice as a warm bath and I felt my face heat up anyway. I watched him. I wanted to watch him. He fascinated me. But, too soon I heard another wolf from his tribe. Her name was Leah and he seemed to think that he was trouble. I wanted to laugh. There was no wolf or vampire that could be a danger to me.

But, he seemed to be going through a silent battle in his head. I didn't want him to have to make an unpleasant decision, so when he turned away I slipped away.

I was a good four miles away from the treaty line when I stopped. It probably hadn't taken longer then half a minute. I was a lot faster than Edward was and I was stronger than Emmett. I slowed to little more than a crawl. I was so close to the house, too close.

I felt my heart close up. I stopped walking and took deep breaths. I wasn't a regular vampire. I could cry and I didn't need blood the way they did. I could go out in the sunlight and not sparkle. I could pass off for human more than the others could, because I had a heart beat. And my eyes weren't amber, but green, the way they were when I was born.

I was born 500 years ago, back when Columbus first discovered America. My parents were of the early settlers. They were happy. I remembered them telling me they were happy. But, when they got to the country that stood for freedom, they found hardship. There was no food and the winters were brutal. They had no one and the settlers slowly started to die of starvation.

My mother was pregnant during their first winter. I was hours away from being born when my mother was bitten. My father didn't know who it was. He just knew that my mother was in pain and that the midwife was dead. He was there holding her hand when I was born. My mother died a few hours later. My father buried her right away, because he suspected what had happened. He saw the bite marks on her neck and assumed she was bitten.

He watched me closely the first few days of my life. There was no food to give me and he thought I was going to die. Miraculously I didn't. I survived on blood. My father loved me; he didn't want me to die, so he thought about feeding me the blood of any animal they killed. I took to the blood like a newborn takes to milk. I survived and when I was older, he said nothing about how I rarely ate at home. He never asked what I ate. I don't think he wanted to know.

My father knew there was something wrong with me when he first saw my fangs. I kept them hidden from him as soon as I was old enough to understand that they were wrong. I grew up like a regular child. I played with the children and we learned to survive the winters. Our settlement grew and I grew with it. I grew into a beautiful young woman. Men came to my father's door asking for my hand. But, my father knew that while he may have accepted me the way I was, others might not.

So, I never married. I grew until I was 18. Then I just stopped. Father noticed it first and I'm sure some of the other settlers saw it too, but people are good at not seeing what they don't want to see. I looked like they did and that was fine with them.

And, then I made a mistake. Father had planned that we move. It was time otherwise the others would start to wonder why I wasn't getting any older. But, I was foolish and in love with the son of a man who hated my father. I told him I was leaving and I asked him to come with me. He agreed and it was the happiest moment of my life. My father was not happy, but he said nothing.

We left the town. I was supposed to be 21 and my love was 25. We settled someplace further south and I told him everything. He said he didn't care, that it didn't matter to him what I was. He said he loved me and I believed him. I married him and we became husband and wife. At first, there was no problem. We truly loved each other and my father was happy to see me so happy. But, my father didn't make it past that winter.

I buried my father, the only man who loved me enough to keep me safe at the risk of his own life. And even thought it was hard for me, I was happy. I was happy to be with the man I loved and he was happy to be with me. But, the years passed. He grew older and I didn't. We moved as was necessary. I loved him. To me, he was as handsome as he had been when he was younger. I took care of him when he was sick. We never had children. I don't know if it was me or him, but we couldn't.

I thought we were happy. I was content just to be at his side, but every day I saw his look change. One day I told him I loved him and he didn't answer. When I looked at him, there was only cold hatred in his eyes.

"How do you expect me to love you? I see you and you are still beautiful. I am old. I am going to die and you will not. How can I think you love me when you would have me die?"

I didn't know what to tell him. I tried to explain to him that it was because I loved him that I didn't want him to have the life I did. I tried to tell him that he was the lucky one that I would give anything to grow old by his side, but he did not listen. He stopped talking to me. He said nothing to me and when it was time to move again he sat me down and told me.

"I'm not going with you. I will not tell anyone what you are, but I will not follow you anymore. I want a life Cassandra and I cannot have that with you. Perhaps, it is not too late for me. I wish you the best of luck, because while you never loved me, I did love you once."

I felt as if my heart were being ripped from my body. I begged him to come with me. He did not relent. He told me there was only one solution.

"Make me like you. I will stay with you forever, but I must be like you."

I was terrified to think of life without him. I was naïve. I was raised in the wrong era with wrong views. I would do anything to keep him. I loved him. So, I changed him. If he was beautiful before then he was heart breaking after.

He was only 30 when I changed him and he swore he loved me for it. He stayed with me. We left America and went back to Europe. We became the most feared vampires in our corner of the world. We met other vampires, others who weren't like me, but like him. Because, while I could go out in the sun without drawing attention to myself, they could not. They glowed, they sparkled. And they could not survive on human food. They thirsted for blood, more than I did. They were almost animals, but I loved him and I didn't let him turn into animal. I loved him. My Aro.

But, he was power hungry. He accused me of keeping secrets from him. He wanted to know why he was not like me. And I had no answer. I was miserable. He said if I did not love him enough to share my secrets with him then I had nothing to do with him. He left me and went to joint he Volturi. He was marvelous as I knew he would be. He took over the court and became their head in less time than it took me to give in.

I went to see him one day when I thought it was too much. I dreamt of him. I needed him. I was allowed inside. And that's where I met Carlisle.

Carlisle was beautiful like all the vampires I knew, but there was something different about him. He had amber eyes, a stark contrast to the red eyes I was accustomed to seeing. Aro greeted me like an old friend and I felt my heart mend.

I should have known it was all a lie. Carlisle had discovered that Aro had powers in addition to the ones of a vampire. Aro could know each and every thought you'd ever had in your life just by touching you. Carlisle was interested to know how I was the way I was. I talked to him and the more I talked to him the more I was convinced that he had the right idea.

And one day, Aro asked what I knew he would ask. He asked me to prove to him that I held no secrets from him. Carlisle was there when I gave Aro my hand. He read every thought I ever had. He knew I did not lie to him when I said I did not know why he was not like me. He knew that I loved him then and that I loved him still.

But, what he did not know was that once he let go of my hand I was able to hear his thoughts. I looked at him. I wished that I knew what he thought before and after he met me and then I knew. I didn't have to touch him. I stood silently while Carlisle talked to him and I heard what he thought of me.

He loved me. He loved me form the moment he laid eyes on me and he really did not care what I was in the beginning, but he loved power too much. He was prepared to lose me if it meant he would be strong. He swore to himself that he would become the strongest of his kind and only then would he come back for me. He thought I did not believe in power the way he did. I would try to stop him and he did not want that. He wanted to be strong for me, but he couldn't do it with me by his side.

It was like a slap in the face. Aro did not love me enough. I was wasting my time waiting for him. He was looking for power and I did not want it. I wanted to be with him and be happy, but it was too much to ask from him. I spoke to Carlisle after and he agreed to take me with him.

I left and I didn't tell Aro. I did not want him to know where I was going. He would not care anyway. I left with Carlisle and we came to America. It didn't take long for Carlisle to realize that I had a special gift too. Every vampire we met unintentionally gave me their powers. They did not lose theirs, but I gained them and made them better. I had taken the power to hear thoughts from Aro, but unlike him, I did not need to touch someone to know all their secrets. When I met Edward I made his power mine. I could listen to the thoughts of anyone I wanted and distance was not a problem. I had an easier time controlling that power. I did not constantly hear voices in my head. And in order for my power to work, I had to want to have the powers of others. In that way, I only took those which I wanted and thought would be useful.

It was in America that Carlisle found Edward. He saved him from death and brought him home. I watched over Edward like a mother watches over her son. I loved him dearly even before he opened his eyes to our world. But, it was a mother's love. I saw myself more with Carlisle than the young man who was closer to my age physically.

It pained me when Carlisle brought home Esme. She was lovely and I knew that he had chosen her. I said nothing. I was used to disappointments and I stilled pinned for Aro. And then Edward and I started speaking more. He told me what he thought about our life and he seemed to take a real interest in mine. He reminded me of Carlisle. I was pained to see him leave, but I knew that he had to find out for himself what path he wished to take. He came back to us and he learned to live our way.

We found Rosalie next and then Emmett. Emmett was like the big brother I never had. He pampered me and watched over me as if I would break. He didn't understand why I was stronger than him and it bothered him. But, he protected me too much. I didn't know that what Edward was feeling was jealousy until Rosalie spoke to me one night.

"Will you take Edward and go away. He thinks that you and Emmett are hiding something form the rest of us, but I know for a fact that there is nothing, absolutely nothing between you and Emmett. Am I right?"

"Of course Rosalie. You know Emmett just doesn't like to know that I'm stronger than him. He's being the man he is. I would never do anything to harm you or Emmett. As for Edward, I didn't know he was bothering you. Don't worry I will speak to him."

And I did. I knew Rosalie did not exactly warm up to me. She did not like that I was prettier than her. She complained about it constantly, but she let it go when she saw that I was in no way interested in being known for my looks.

When I spoke to Edward I expected to be done in less than a minute. I knew he was not the type to be irrational. But, our conversation was one I could never forget, not even after being away from him for 50 years. He was watching the moon when I found him.

"Hello Edward. I just spoke to Rosalie." I said sitting next to him.

"What is she complaining about this time?"

"Nothing. She said that you have it in your head that there is something going on between Emmett and me."

"Isn't there?" He asked me looking at me carefully.

I was nervous. I had never been watched the way he watched me, not even by Aro.

"He's my brother and he has chosen Rosalie, just like she chose him. I would never do anything to harm what they have. I know what it is like to lose someone you love and they are good for each other. Emmett is just being Emmett. He wants to be stronger than me and can you blame him? I'm smaller than he is and he can't win in a fight against me."

Edward laughed and I joined him. We sat there for a while just looking at the moon. I was thinking of Aro and Edward was thinking of me.

"Do you still love him?" He asked me.

"I do not know. I think of him and I remember the time I spent with him before I changed him and yes, I supposed then I loved him. I do not know now. I have not seen him in so long. Why do you ask?"

"I wondered."

And then he said no more. When I turned to him he was looking at me. I didn't know what to do. I never knew what to do.

"I don't think you love him." He said and then he kissed me.

It was a different kiss, so much more different than what Aro and I had shared. There was no hurry in this kiss. We both knew we had forever. I didn't know I loved Edward until that night. And when I figured it out, I couldn't let him go. We were together for 50 years. They were the happiest 50 years of my life. I loved him.

And then, one day, I just left. I left them because Aro came for me.

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