Chapter 4
" I was born and created around about 10,000 BC as you can imagine they didn't count dates as they do now days." Grace joked and I just looked her with eyes that almost popped out of my head and I swear my jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
"Ha Edward don't look at me like that! You have coped with the supernatural before ..or was it the future that you going to meet those....." She seemed to be talking to her self now but I wasn't going to allow her to just ignore me here .I wanted some answers; and I didn't like the way she said something about my future sounded something like she could read it.
"Can you read my future?" I choked out. If I was human I swear I would have puked already.
"Edward..I can read your whole life. Birth to death...No no Edward don't interrupt I'm trying to tell a story..Now where was I.." I was sure I should have passed out by now or that this was all just a horrible nightmare that my mind was playing on me to try and distract me from Bella. However the fanged woman with disturbing tattoos printed across her forehead looked far to real to be my subconscious mind playing tricks on me. Grace interrupted my revere by continuing her story acting as if she hadn't noticed my abstraction.
"..Ah yes that's it. I was born and turned into a vampire around 10,000 BC I had lived quite an average human life. You know hunting the mammoths and watching my friends die around me as they froze from the cold or abducted by other tribes. This way of life carried on until I was about 18 or 20.
"One day this new human came to my tribe. He was beautiful. Quite a young vampire I think only a couple of hundred years old I. Anyway he hadn't developed his fangs yet. Throughout the welcoming gathering he stared at me. I couldn't work out why though. I mean I was known as the best warrior and the most talented shaman throughout the area but that shouldn't have made him stare because he couldn't have known what I looked like before he met me."
She paused to take a breath looking at me with curiosity as she gauged my reaction. I know I should be insisting on finding out my own answers but I was too enthralled in her story to care. It seemed like years that I had found anything interesting. More like a few months. I flinched. No not even now could I contain my pain. She noticed but decided not to comment. She probably new what it was about anyway. Before she maybe decided to question further I pleaded for her to continue . She smiled at that and immediately obliged.