Peter and Charlotte found a secluded place deep in the wilderness of the Pennsylvania hills. It was a place far from humans, making it hard for anyone, mortal or immortal to find Becky during her transformation. There, they placed Becky in a soft spot in the mud, as it started pouring down rain. They arranged the branches at a spot under the trees were she could only get a little wet as the rain poured down. They could have found an abandoned house, but they figured she had to get used to the rain, since Becky will be a nomad. They watched as the marks of her skin faded, the tangles in her curls were even becoming shiny, and the natural tan in her skin was slowly becoming a pearl white.
"What do we do now?" Peter asked as he watched his young creation slowly become frozen in her body; the smell of her blood became dimmer and dimmer as she twitched constantly from the pain.
"I guess we wait," Charlotte answered. "She is becoming a beauty, isn't she?"
"Not as much as you," Peter smiled putting his arm around Charlotte.
Charlotte let out a little laugh, "do you think she'll find a mate?"
"I'm sure she will." Peter shrugged. "Another vampire is bounded to love her then we will be joined by a fourth."
It was half way through the second night when Charlotte notice Becky's heart rate started to become less rapid; the venom had reached it. Soon her heart will beat it's last as she wakes in her new life. Becky let out a moan; the scent of her blood completely fading and the new floral scent taking over.
"Peter," Charlotte yelled as he came running down beside her. "Listen to her heart."
"I think it's almost finished," Peter smiled as he listened closely. "I'm going to get her something to drink for when she wakes up".
"No," Charlotte quickly pulled him back. "You created her, you need to be there when she wakes up. You need to calm her down, let me go and get her a little something for when she wakes up. We discussed this, remember."
"Yes," Peter nodded. "She'll come first, during her newborn year we'll put her first."
They quickly shared a long and passionate kiss while holding close hands. "Now," Charlotte smiled. "Let me feed my young."
Charlotte was in the small town of Spartanburg, Pennsylvania, it was close to four in the morning, the time bikers would be leaving the bars drunk. That would be the best time to catch a human. They would be off guard from both being in a small town, and their drunkenness would be a perfect excuse for the disappearance. She was crossing a tiny stone bridge over creek that was coming from a swamp-like lake. It was quiet out, and there were little signs of bikers anywhere.
Charlotte jumped out of the way as a light blue rusty pickup truck driving through the tiny town, pulled over at a bridge of the green marsh humans thought to be a lake. Charlotte quickly went to a willow tree at vampire speed as the truck stopped and pulled over to the edge. Charlotte remained still as she waited for the man to leave.
Charlotte recognized the scent, she knew who he was. She went up and made a quick note on the license plate, figuring this man would be good as one of Becky's first victims. They had seen him many times before, living in different parts of the country, often moving before anyone got note of his presence. This however, surprised her; he normally worked in the southwest, picking on girls from the polygamist sects, because they are breaking too many laws to have the police investigating a missing persons report. This was in Pennsylvania, he wasn't going to come across any strange cults that would put their secrets above their daughters.
Charlotte watched; this must have been a spot where he chose to dump the victim in this hunting ground, whatever population that he chose to prey on this time. Charlotte and Peter had seen him; he had less respect for human life than they did. She didn't know the name of this man, all they did know is that he often left his victims to die, allowing vampires to finish the job. He was a smart killer; he did his research and knew hidden populations. He didn't go after any teenage girl like the jailed ones, he knew the inner city had too much witnesses, this human had a fascination with country girls, the innocent ones who were still taught it was unladylike to fight. Charlotte saw him stop and pull out a white bag with a set of fingers peeking from the imprints. She smelled the pumping blood, this one wasn't only alive, but conscious.
From the tales of nomads, the farmer's daughters were his first victims, he would stalk them for days, waiting them to go star gazing on a night their parents weren't home and capture them. He would keep them prisoners as the local newspapers went ballistic in making scenes and leave their bodies uncovered hidden on their own property. Too many times, however, he became a suspect but always got away. The man knew it would be a matter of time before he got caught, so he went for the hidden populations, illegal immigrants fought too hard, some of them even got away. So he went after the populations where the community was breaking the law and not the individual. Places that didn't want police prying around looking for clues to find more broken laws…cults. He would take the daughter of a man with sixteen wives, a girl trying to escape and avoid arranged marriage, offer her asylum, then leave her for dead a week later. Peter and Charlotte had finished some of them, they were often begging for death. Others were still on the belief the world was going to end and their imprisonment wouldn't have taken place if they obeyed so and so. They heard multiple names mentioned.
From other nomad rumors, the man became under the suspicions of the cult leaders, and he has men in fifteen states looking for him, none of them work for the FBI, they all follow under a different leader. Some have even called UFOs to go after him; others used their captured minds to search for him.
There was no community like that here; there were no compounds or mass land owners. It was mainly farmers and small shop owners. The only rowdy place was a small bar of bikers that passed once a week. This area of Pennsylvania wasn't known for its hunting grounds, it was considered nesting ground. The majority of the people here practice some kind of christen pacifism, the only complaint ever taken by the registered population was rumspringa teenagers not knowing their limits. This man would be hunted in days if he tried anything around here. This made her curious as to where this victim came from.
Charlotte quickly went under a wooden bridge as she heard a clunk, he was dragging the body out to the road. He lifted her over the shoulder and dropped it into the lake at the point where it went to a creek. Charlotte could hear the girl's heart beat from a mile away.
She would already be dead in a couple minutes; Charlotte figured not to let her go to waste. Charlotte swam out to the lake, and pulled her under a willow tree following the desiring fragrance. She grabbed her and pulled her out of the water, she was ready to take her life. She found the girl in the water and pulled her to shore, the girl was moving some, but put up no fight for Charlotte. Charlotte removed the white wrapping and gazed upon the girl's face, her deep blue eyes opened flickering at Charlotte. She was a beautiful girl, who had to be at least sixteen. She had long strawberry blonde hair that went to her waist. She had fair skin, with calloused hands, making it clear she grew up on a farm. The son of a bitch went back to his roots, leaving the strange subcultures behind. The girl was wearing a long plain lavender dress when the man took her, it was ripped at the skirt, and torn; he had forced her. The girl had bare feet and was freezing, she rubbed her skin against Charlotte for warmth.
Charlotte then heard her heartbeat, it was strong, she could make it through the night if Charlotte left her in this spot. But she wouldn't make it much longer than that. Sympathy for this girl overshadowed the need for her blood.
"Are you an angel?" The girl asked in a whimpering voice.
"No," Charlotte answered, not knowing what to say. She never had a victim talk to her directly before, she heard stories about his earlier victims asking to go home, when Peter and Charlotte started tagging him it seemed all the girls just wanted to die, seeing no point in living.
"Good." The girl huffed. "Because I don't want to go to heaven because of that man, I don't want him to defeat me. I don't want him to be the reason I see my Lord."
This was different, it was clear that the girl wanted to make it through the prison, and pass the waters, something inside her wanted to see another day. This girl saw a point in life. Whatever life she had before, it was something she wanted to return to.
"He won't defeat you." Charlotte said sadly. This is why she normally got humans on surprise. When they were hunting in the city, Charlotte snuck up on them. When she was in the hospital, Charlotte waited until they were passed out. She never had a conscious victim that wanted to live.
"Are ya sure ya ain't an angel?" The girl asked. "Ya don't look like a meek human like me." The girl let out a cough, chocking on the lake water.
"What's your name?" Charlotte asked. She shouldn't be asking these questions, it wasn't good for her to form any kind of bond with people they used for feeding.
"Emma," The girl answered. "Ya come to kill me, haven't you?"
Charlotte nodded as she could tell she was dying. She heard her mumble quietly to herself. Charlotte made out the words with dread. 'Oh, crap Emma' Charlotte realized the girl was praying in the German language, a tongue Charlotte knew well from her parents when she was human. Emma started muttering "Unsah Faddah im Himmel, dei Naame loss heilich sei…" She continued, she wasn't speaking the German language; it was something that was German based that transformed through the pickup of the English speakers.
Now Emma was making Charlotte feel guilty for wanting to feed Becky.
"Thankyou," Emma said sadly. "For killing me, and not letting him be the cause of my death. Promise me something."
"What?" Charlotte asked.
"Don't let my death be in vain." Emma then passed out, now would be the time to kill her. She could hear her heart beat and she smelled her blood, she was already dying.
Charlotte was debating for a second, would it be fair to let this man win over her? She had the power to let Emma defeat the man who done this to her. She made a promise not to let her death be in vain. Charlotte let out a sigh, as she pulled Emma's body beside her. It was only one little bite, she had nothing but compassion for this girl making it impossible for her to be prey. She could change Emma, and give back what the man took from her. Giving the girl more power then she would ever have as a human, letting this pure human girl have the freedom she will never have as human. It had to mean something, with very little thought Charlotte placed her jaw up to Emma's cold dying body and sank her teeth into the back of her neck. Charlotte tasted the sweet blood as her memory replayed the last couple minutes of Emma's human life, Charlotte let go. She kept one promise; Emma's human life didn't end because of that evil man.
~X~
"What's this?" Peter asked when Charlotte came back with Emma whose eyes were wide open.
"Figured she could use a sister." Charlotte placed Emma down next to Becky who was still in pain. Charlotte sat next to Peter, holding his hand. "She still hasn't woken up yet."
"No," Peter answered. "She let out another scream, anyway, your changing the subject. Did you think you could have discussed it with me first?"
"It was kind of unexpected." Charlotte explained. "She sort of asked me too."
"Humans die, you could have let her." Peter said. "We could have used her."
"You weren't there Peter, you would have done the same thing." Charlotte said firmly. "We can handle two at the same time."
"No doubt about it," Peter nodded. "We've been to the Cullen's many times, they have how many? This should be easy."
"I think you should be in charge." Charlotte said as she watched them. Becky, whose heartbeat had now stopped, and Emma who squirmed a little at the shock of the burning but did not make a sound, instead remained strangely quiet. She needed some cleaning up; it was just so disturbing how still Emma had remained, while Becky on the other hand kept making it clear she was in pain.
"What makes you say that?" Peter asked.
"You found Becky, and formed her; she'll look up to you." Charlotte said as she leant towards him. "And I'm sure Emma will need a strong man like you when she wakes up."
"You are always certain on things." Peter gave her a long passionate kiss as sunrays came through the forest. They looked over to see their two forming newborns starting to show tiny dims of sparks. It gave them a sign everything was moving peacefully, for a moment Peter and Charlotte felt some sense of completeness.