POV: Jared – Vampire – Original Character (I Invented Him)
"Kill me," the girl gasped. She continued to writhe and shake violently as her transformation continued. Her expression showed what I took to be confusion, pain, and fear. She cringed away from me, but she had no strength to move.
"Kill me," she repeated. Her irises were slowly morphing from a normal shade of brown to a bloody hue of vivid red. And her skin… slowly, it was hardening into the marble-like flesh of an immortal. Already, it was paler, less fragile, and soon it would be unbreakable. I suddenly had a flashback to my own transformation.
Aro leans forward, his teeth break the weak skin of my neck. I stagger away, waiting for the pain. Caius and Marcus look on and then the burning begins. My neck is full of internal flames. I scream. Aro shushes me. I am told that all will be fine. But it's not. The pain grows. I scream more, and then, suddenly, I lost the strength to scream. I lose my footing. I crash to the ground, but feel no pain. Aro has little reaction. He continues to say that all will be alright. But I'm not alright. I start writhing. I want it to end. I want to die. Aro says that I have potential. I wonder if this was a good choice. My life is changing forever. I will be immortal. I will kill people like me, people with lives. Will my pain end? I can't even scream. I beg Aro to kill me and start to think that I would have done better as a mortal. I've failed myself. I'm so selfish. I wanted immortality, but now others will suffer because of it. I will never die. But many humans will die at my hands. I will kill them. I won't even think about it. Instinct will kick in, and I will kill them. Now, I want to die. Kill me, I repeat. Aro refuses. Tortured, I keep writhing. Kill me, I beg. Kill me. Kill me. Kill me…
"Kill me," the girl at my feet entreated. "Kill me. Kill me."
I was suddenly yanked back to reality. I had found the newborn. Now all that I had to do was eliminate it and everything would be alright. It would be as if I had never left the door open, as if none of this had ever happened, as if I my teeth had never pierced the human's neck. All that I had to do was kill the newborn. That was all. Just kill it, and Aro would forgive me.
But was that right? What had the human done to deserve this? Her immortality was my fault, and now I was going to just do away with her? No, I thought. This is wrong. This is very, very wrong.
But I yanked myself out of my thoughts. I had to kill the newborn, or Aro would kill me. I made up my mind and turned to the girl, prepared to tear her apart. But then the flashbacks started again.
I kill my first human. The young boy screams as I break his arm. Instinct controls me, and I suck his blood until there is nothing left. Aro smiles, pleased with me. I am no longer thirsty, but now I am guilty. I have murder on my hands. I have killed a human, an innocent human boy who had done nothing to provoke my violence. I am a monster now, a murderer, a vampire, an immortal. I suddenly want to be human again, to forget that this terrifying world of vampires exists. But there is no going back…
I gasped for air. I couldn't revert to a mortal human, but I could have mercy. I could spare the life of this innocent immortal that I had created. Maybe, just maybe, I could leave Volterra. Together, I and the newborn could start a new life, a life apart from bloodshed. I had heard Aro speak of 'vegetarian' vampires before. He called it unnatural, but I was beginning to think that it was the only way to live with myself. To be at least half a human. To have mercy on the innocent.
"Kill me," the newborn squeaked. "Please kill me."
"I can't," I whispered. "I won't. I care too much for that. But you're safe with me."
I lifted the girl with hardly any effort. She whimpered, but I calmly shushed her and took off down the hallway. I could hide her in my chamber for now. And then, once her metamorphosis was complete, we could escape Volterra together. I was breaking all of the Volturi's rules now, but I didn't care. It was time to leave violence behind.
It was time to escape from Volterra.