Chapter Three
Amusement
Margarete's POV
I watched this family, this coven, with full attention. I have only seen one other coven as large as this one. Yet, that one didn't live in complete peace as this one did. I understand their desire to not feed on humans. I never have. Not that was ever my choice. I have tried once or twice. However, my gifts prevented me of enjoying it. Hearing and feeling their torment, was too much for me to bare. I gave up.
As I sit at this table, that I'm aware is only a prop. Only has been used by Bella. My lip quivered. Bella. This young and naïve, human. I can smell her, too. Though, her scent as no effect on me. I wanted to ring her neck. She bothered me. Probably because her ill chooses have led me here. To be so close to the animal that's future was so close to interlocking with mine. It disgusted me. I wanted nothing more than to leap over this table, ignore her cries and rip out her throat. None of them would be able to stop me.
You see, I'm not like Alice, Edward or Jasper. They all have special gifts that many are envious of. Yes, there are many who are envious of my talents. The Volturi, especially. Aro was the most jealous, though most understanding when I told him I did not wish to join him and the others. He let me stay, to learn more from them. I think it was an attempt to get me to stay. To see if I opened up, would it allowed them to access the secrets hidden behind my gifts. It didn't work though. In order for someone to understand, I have to let them. I'm the key.
I don't even fully understand all of my gifts. I'm a puzzle, even to myself. I had them before I was even immortal. I remember that much of my human life. They weren't as strong as they are now, though. I was always able to predict anything and always be dead on. I could finished someone else's sentences. At first, everyone thought it was a trick.
My father used me to make money. He put me on display like some animal. I grew up like that. Always the center of attention. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it. I was beautiful. Even the skeptics paid to see me. Even if they didn't believe, they got to see me. As I grew, I became even more beautiful. I was fully aware, too. I used it to my advantage at times.
As time continued and my 18th birthday was fast approaching, I could feel my death. I knew it was coming. I knew my human life would end on June 3, 1679. You would think knowing ahead of time would have prepared me. It didn't. That whole day I was jumpy. My father wouldn't look me in the eyes, even my mother avoided me. That was when I knew that they were playing a major part in the death of their daughter.
It happened quickly. I was dazzling a young man with a pocketful of coins. He was about to give me his entire savings when I was thrown backwards. Pain erupted through my skull when I was thrown against a wall. I landed on my side and curled up, crying. I looked up at my attacker. I never saw him before in my life. My gifts didn't allow me to see my whole death. Only show me that it would happen.
I managed to stand, using a chair as support. Both my arms were grabbed and I was quickly tied up. The rope was rough, causing instant blistering on my skin. I opened my mouth to scream. I decided against it. Why should I give my tormentors the pleasure? They dragged me from my father's store. The whole town was waiting. I was quickly tied to a stake. My mother and father slowly walked towards me. I hissed at them. If everyone thought I was evil, I would give them a nice show. I cursed them. I told them I wouldn't let them rest until I saw death take over their bodies. The townspeople watched as my mother's body shook with fear. My father, held out a torch, his arm steady as he lowered it to the dry logs at my feet.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. I had no way around this. I was going to die. Accepting my fate, I prepared myself for the fire. I waited and waited. It never came. I opened my eyes and when I did, I wished for death. The whole town, was dead. Murdered. In a few brief moments, someone, no something had killed them. I realized I was no longer tied to the stake. I stepped away from what was suppose to be my death and continued to look at the faces of the dead.
I searched for my parents.
It seemed as if hours had past. The sun was setting when I found them. Backed in to a corner. I stopped as a vision entered my head. My eyes focused down an alley across from where I stood. A man, tall and dark was approaching rather quickly and elegantly. He growled. His focus was on me and me alone.
That's what I remember. My 'maker' was called Thomas. He had no memory of his human life. He sensed me and knew I was meant to live his life. He changed me and held my parents prisoner while I changed. When I was ready, I slaughtered them. I didn't drink from them. I only killed them.
A small sigh escapes my lips as I'm pulled from my memories. I can sense the fear and confusion around the table. I allowed myself to distance myself without even realizing it. Edward's eyes are focused completely on me. I can feel Bella grow jealous.
"I apologize for that. Sometimes I tend to live in my head," I said with a small laugh, trying to ease the tension.
Carlisle smiled wildly, "It's quite alright, Margarete."
Carlisle was an infatuating creature. I dug in to his mind and picked out a few things, saving them for later. I wanted to know all of these creatures. They pulled me to them.
Jasper cleared his throat, eyeing me as he squeezed Alice's hand, "How are you suppose to get him to not imprint on you?"
I merely shrugged, "I haven't the slightest idea." Lie. I had my plan. It was already unfolding