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I dropped the last messy carcass to the floor, savouring the warm flavour in my mind.

Mícheál appeared at my side, too late to save the unfortunate humans. He glared at me.

"You must resist next time, Emma, you don't even realise what could happen if just one of these humans had escaped, however unlikely that might be"

I looked at him in curiosity, paying more attention as now my thirst was quenched. "Why? But they're only weak, defensless humans!" I exclaimed, also mentally shocked at how quickly my humanity was slipping away from me.

He sighed. "Come, lets find someplace safe for the next few hours before I begin my story. There might be a chance of getting caught if we stay here any longer"

I nodded in agreement and started to follow him, but something caught my eye. An old family portrait. I gasped and stumbled backwards in shock.

It was me in the picture, along with my family. I fumbled towards the bodies to look at their faces. Mam, Grandad, Aunty Aisling and my little sister Sophie.
I sank to the floor, unable cry in this new body. I shuddered silently for a few minutes while Mícheál looked on in pity. I was a monster, a murderer, I just killed my own, beloved family. I shouldn't be allowed to exist.

Eventually, I was able to rise to my feet and leave the bloodied murder scene, Mícheál hugging my shoulders in comfort.

We found a little house a few miles away. The previous inhabitants had died of the hunger. "What a waste". He shook his head at the sad people who had once lived here.

We moved towards the attic, in the unlikely chance that any passers-by came in to scavenge for food.

"Right, to tell this story right," Mícheál started, "I will have to go back a few hundred years"

"There is a vampire hierarchy that control all of our immortal world. They call themselves the Volturi, and they reside in Volterra, Italy. They take it upon themselves to maintain their secret. They consist of three ancient vampires, Marcus, Caius, and Aro. They have a huge guard in their employ and are fiercely protective of their law"

I wondered at his bitter tone when he spoke of the Volturi.

"I, myself, was part of their guard at the beginning, when I was turned. I was here in Ireland at the time. I was 32 and married. Aro was travelling with a small few of his guard to extinguish a 'problem' in Limerick, an immortal child had been created, which is forbidden in our world. One of his guards came across me during a hunt and noticed that I 'had potential for immortality'. I was changed and made to join their guard. You see, some vampires have special abilities and mine was the ablility to convince most people what I wanted to believe"

Well this explained how I was able to trust Mícheál so completly after I had changed, even though it was he who had caused the burning.

"I was forced to journey along with them, dealing with renegade covens as we went. I was weary of all the war, the false promises and the culling of so many beings. I despise violence, even when neccessary. Eventually, I was able to convince Aro to let me leave and return to my home. I have been wandering these roads ever since, not quite happy.
I saw you in the town once, talking to some people. I was amazed. You looked the exact image of my darling Róisín who I had left behind. I followed you around ever since. I realised that you were the descendant of my beloved, removed by a few generations."

I stared in shock. Could this really be true? Or was he using his gift against me? I shoved that thought away, of course he was telling the truth. He tried to warn me against revealing my identity and therefore risking death from the Volturi. I really had to be careful from now on, although I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be able to control myself when I got thirsty again.

Mícheál gazed into my eyes and stroked my cheek lightly. I leaned back a bit, uncomfortable with these actions with a stranger. His face crumpled in sadness. "Sorry" he mumbled, "I couldn't help myself, you just look so beautiful, so like her". If I could have blushed, I was pretty sure I would be red by now. I knew that I was average-looking,not ugly, but also not breath-takingly gorgeous like Mícheál with his long, blonde hair swept over his face like a picture of an angel in the bible pictures. His red eyes were a dazzling colour, bright and the exact shade of rubys. His skin was pure white, like snow and his face was shaped like the celtic warriors of old, the Tuatha DeDanann.
That, at least explained some of his dislike for the Volturi, who clearly were of Roman descent, if not ancient romans themselves. They were long-time enemies of the Celts.
"Its fine" I replied, "I'm just not really comfortable getting this close to someone I don't really know, and I've known you for just a few short hours". Mícheál composed himself and smiled apologetically. "Right so, back to our story then" he spoke softly, and I wondered if i was a bit too harsh.

"I followed you around and got to know you from a distance. I watched as your grandmother's shop failed in the beginning of the Famine. I saw you as your father struggled to feed you and was overcome by the hunger. It got to the stage where I had said 'enough is enough'. I noticed that you started to show signs of the sickness that comes with the hunger. I watched you growing even more feeble every day. I decided to change you, to help you escape your terrible fate. And here we are".

As he finished his story I felt a deep feeling of gratitude for my rescue. I even forgave him for the terrible burning. I looked outside to find that everything had changed from the bright colours of summer to the dusky purples that now surrounded us. Mícheál had also noticed the change.

"it's dark outside now, time for the fun to begin" he grinned.

Hmm is this ok? I thought that it was about time for Mícheál's story and a description of his GORGEOUS self.

i'm not sure about writing more. i like the idea of the story but i'm not sure if i'm telling it right. please REVIEW if you want more, im very insecure about my writing abilities and need some reassurance.

i'll write more if i get any reviews. AT LEAST ONE PLEASE! EVEN IF ITS NOT PRAISE, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!