Rain poured down everywhere, and the trees creaked and groaned with the brutal winds that swept across the Yorkshire countryside. Olivia sighed as she stood outside, feeling the water soaking down to her ice cold skin, creating a thin layer of frost. It was times like this she longed for, when she didn't have a care in the world, and the world didn't have a care for her. But with another world war approaching, as stupid as it might sound, she was concerned for her safety. Germany was rumoured to have planes that could drop bombs over England, but England had the same. Those bombs might land in the intermediate area, and the possibilities that an explosive device being used to destroy vampires hadn't been explored. She didn't want to be a test subject in that experiment.
She walked forward, being illuminated by the moon high up in the sky. Her skin gave off the faintest glittering, a mere product of the moon being brightened by the sun behind it. It's judgemental stare unnerved her, but her crimson red eyes stared up at it, unmoving. Her pale full lips curved into a small, longing smile. Oh, how she longed to be free from all of her responsibilities. To be as wild of the wind that made the trees creak and groan with its force, to be as wild as the animals whose heartbeats she could hear, the mandatory organ pumping the only liquid that could sustain her around the small, frail bodies of the deer about a mile east.
Her diet was human blood. Her creator demanded it, voicing how only that course of diet could keep her as strong as she was needed to protect the rest of them. It made her sigh. Her human life was miserable now, looking back on the little pieces that she could at least remember. It was like someone had thrown mud in her eyes, an almost impossible screen that nothing could penetrate and see what laid on the on the other side. She'd pleaded with her subconscious to allow her to remember those precious memories, but it was to no avail. It was hopeless, like pounding at a brick wall. It wouldn't move, but would only cause you bodily harm.
She shook her head subconsciously. Stupid saying. With vampire strength, that wall would come tumbling and crumbling down. Stupid strange human sayings.
A breath of air passed her, and she glanced to her right briefly. "Enjoying the moonlight?" Her creator, a three hundred year old vampire by the name of Geoffrey commented coolly.
"I like the simple things the others overlook, Geoffrey." She replied quietly. "I might be cruel the majority of the time, but I have my tender and weakest moments. Can I help you with something?"
"We need you to lure in a few humans to sustain Penelope. Her constant whining is beginning to irritate Gerald and Veronica." Olivia nodded after a moment. "I assume that you'd like me to leave immediately then."
"What a pointless question. I'd rather not have our home tore apart by a savage newborn, Olivia. Go, now. Bring back two or three, whichever you can scrounge up. Go, and be back before the hour comes to its end."
The wind whipped her wild blonde curls as she walked through the town, some street lamps flickering as she walked underneath them. She hummed, well aware of the two human men, both drunk and belligerent, stumbling behind her. They were a good twenty feet away, and after catching a glimpse of her beautiful immortal face, had began tailing her immediately. It was the same every time. Humans controlled by their lust, their longing. Either way, they still all met the same sticky end.
She enjoyed the prospect of being followed, but only when she knew who or what it was. It was unnerving when someone she wasn't aware of was following her. She had had the same feeling when Geoffrey was following her as a human, and that was over two decades ago. It still stuck with her to this day, all twenty two years, five months and eleven days later. She counted each minute, every second. She could have had children by now, not that she wanted them anyway.
Suddenly, a feeling came over her, one she hadn't felt in all those years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. She froze, eyes bulging out of her head as she came to an abrupt standstill. Even though it just wasn't possible, the ghost feeling of her hairs on the back of her neck rippled across her neck, unnerving her. It was strange. To have put that stomach churning feeling away for over two decades, and then have it appear again. It could only mean one thing, and one thing only.
Someone was watching her.
Olivia adjusted her coat tighter around her, a stolen garment she'd acquired about five years ago. She didn't honestly care. But it was a human tendency, to think that a mere garment of easily rippable fabric could shield you from a horror so potent which she was sure was following her. Geoffrey had almost been gentle with his turning of her compared to how other immortals did it. She knew of the savagely that her kind possessed, and just to think about it made her shudder. She could be cruel, wicked, deceitful, but she would never force a change on another the way other vampires did.
Continuing to where Geoffrey had her usually lure prey, she could feel the prickling sensation increase tenfold. It made her stone skin crawl. She swallowed, attempting to soothe her own burn that scalded her throat.
A hand grabbed her, pulling her into an alley. It was Geoffrey, and he shook his head. "Some stupid mortals decided to enter out territory. Penelope sated herself through them. We'll dispose of these humans ourselves. Lure them into here."
And she did, with a simple flirtatious smile and a slow walk into the alley again. The youngest, a man of no more than twenty three, sagged in her grasp as he ran dry, and she tossed him away, lip curling in disgust. That was the part about feeding that she hated the most. You were never completely sated, always thirsting for more. It was like drinking from the fountain of youth. Once you drank from the waters of eternal youth, you would never be pleased with what you received. They always ran dry too soon.
Flames scorched both now bloodless bodies, and a hand appeared on her shoulder. "We need to head on back. I want to make sure that Penelope isn't a pile of ashes." A wry smile tugged at her mouth before, in using her immortal speed, she raced past him, jumping over buildings, using the nights darkness as a cover for her unnatural abilities.
Oh, how she loved the dark, and not just because she could control it. It had served as her own protection as a child from her father's heavy hand. She had often hid away in the shadows of various rooms, praying never to be found. Her mother was like the light to her family's own darkness, the darkness her father caused with his abuse of both alcohol and her own physical abuse. But after the riding accident, never again. No soothing light. Only the fear, and the gut wrenching pain, both emotional, mental and physical.
The wind whipped her hair around her face, and soon they came to the tiny clearing with the underground storm drains that served as their home. Then that neck hair raising feeling was back, and she stopped once more. The older vampire, both physically and actually stopped too. He frowned. "What is it?"
"Someone is watching us. I could feel it while I was luring those two mortals." Her eyes met him, fearful. "Who do you think it is?"
"I don't kno-" He then grimaced, grunting softly as in pain. Then he grimaced even more. "Yes I do. Olivia, go inside, now." He commented wearily, and she frowned herself, turning around and her eyes widened as she saw the gathering of about twenty vampires not too far from where they both stood.
"Were you watching me?" She demanded, all self preservation gone, only irritation. Geoffrey tugged on her coat sharply. "Inside, Olivia. Go, now. Bring Veronica and Gerald out. I'll call for you if I need you."
She glanced into his eyes, seeing little anxiousness and worry there, but annoyance at her blatant disregard for his first order. She nodded with a small, anxious smile. "I will."
Olivia walked over to the storm drains entrance, not bothering to unwind the metal chain, simply grabbing both gate sides, and yanking them open. The metal groaned with the force, creaking in protest. It was an unpleasant smell which floated up, but by now, she was so used to it that it didn't even bother her anymore. Nothing did anymore really.
She didn't even have to talk loud. A simple 'Veronica, Gerald. Geoffrey wants you both outside.' spoke in a normal loudness or quietness did the trick, for in less than a second later, two dark blurs breezed past her, the gates creaking again. She smiled a small smile to herself, pulling her coat off and placing it over her arms, which when folded, she pressed to her flat stomach. Life was good, but for some reason, those cloaked people brought an uneasy feeling to her. Something wasn't right, big time.
Sure enough, something wasn't right. Geoffrey had called everyone else outside, with the exception of her. He had gave her a look, told her to make herself scarce, and then left. He'd even brought Penelope out, a newborn of no more than three weeks. That was a danger in itself.
Olivia frowned. They should have been back by now, and the worried feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach intensified. She stood, and with footsteps akin to those as ghost footsteps, she crept out of the room. Screw what Geoffrey had said. She needed to know they were all alright, and that those strangers had left.
She didn't go the way she'd came in. There were a number of entrances and exits, a few even leading to the nearby cities and towns. But she took the one that led onto an embankment. It have the individual a good looking over point on the clearing that led to the main entrance of the storm drains. She'd be able to see everything there.
She soon wished she hadn't. Grief screamed in her head, and she staggered backwards, hand over her mouth like she was going to be sick, even though that was impossible. She might be cruel, she might be deceitful and she might have a certain level of sadism about her, but she could not deal with watching the only family she had even known being destroyed.
Fires were everywhere, at least seven, one for each member of her coven. She watched, wishing she could cry, as Penelope kicked and screamed 'no no no please' over and over again.
That was soon cut off as a dark skinned vampire pulled her into a headlock, her head smashing like China plates, the sound like chalk on a blackboard. Her eyes squeezed shut, unable to watch anymore. Despair swept through her entire body, and then came the pain.
She screamed a blood curdling scream, fire weaving a dangerous pattern through her entire body, like flames licked at her marble skin in torment, grinning devilishly as they did.
No. That was just the source behind her pain, whose lips curled up as she released Olivia from her witch torture. Olivia gasped, even though she had no reason to due to her lungs not needing to function no more. The fire had been in every vein of her body, making her feel like she too was being turned to ashes, that she had been buried in one of those over half a dozen funeral pyres. She had been barely able to hear her own screams over the pain in her ears.
She lifted her head shakily, noticing the small group watching her now, a few looking below her. Dread filling her, she glanced down, springing to her feet with wide eyes as she saw two men heading for her.
They were menacingly taller than her with her height of just 4'8 feet tall. One looked to be almost two feet taller her, the other about a foot and a half. They were like giants to her, but the leaner and the one with the frosted blonde hair who was looking excited at the prospect of a chase. The hulking giant was the same, and her head whipped around, her soaking wet blonde curls flying across her face with a wet slapping sound. Her ruby red eyes landed on a boulder that was used to block another entrance. It had became flooded recently, and to prevent the area they had sealed up and were using, the boulder had been used as a plug of sorts to stop the surrounding countryside from flooding.
She shoved it, sending it hurling down the embankment. The taller out of her chasers sidestepped it immediately, but it gave her enough time just to run back the way she'd came. She didn't endure the fiery pain of the transformation over twenty years ago just to die now when she had the rest of eternity. Hell no.
She ran to her little enclosure, slamming various gates shut along the way. Her water ridden hair flung droplets everywhere, making tiny splashing sounds as the tunnels began to flood, ruining her expensive branded shoes. In the distance, she could hear the gates being opened again. They were relentless, that she was sure of, whoever they were. One thing she was definitely sure of though was that they didn't want to just talk. That was out of the window. Another human strange saying.
She grabbed her mothers locket that hung on a small peg on the concrete wall. It was all that she had of her, and no high and mighty intruding vampire coven was going to take that away from her. She pulled it over her head before continuing on her hopeful escape, and glancing back the way she'd just came, she saw the two men heading straight for her. She ran further up the tunnel where the water wouldn't reach because it was up a somewhat slanted slope, and slammed another rusty metal gate shut before bending over and yanking at a metal manhole cover that lead further down. They led to various escape routes, some even leading as far as the closest largely populated city which was over forty miles away. That would have to do.
She jumped down, a white hand reaching for her as she did. Her cream skirt fabric fluttered just out of its reach, irritating the owner of the said hand.
Down here was her territory. The darkness that bathed the tunnels in its loving care soothed her, calmed her. It had done so since she was just a small child of age six. Her mother succumbing to the shivering fever that had took her after the riding accident at deaths mercy had left her with her heavy handed father. His abuse of the alcohol in his study had led him to the abuse of his own daughter. She had learned, from the age of six to the age of fifteen, which was when Geoffrey had taken her, to immerse herself into the shadows that lined each room of the large house. They had protected her, safeguarded her from harm, from the pain of the beating that she would receive if the chores weren't done to perfection. It was like a second mother to her.
Two dull thuds behind her told her that she now wasn't alone again, and she rounded a sharp corner. The occasional lamp lined the wall, some having run out of the oil that powered them, others running on their last legs. Regardless, the still barely lit ones cast a pale amber glow over the grimy walls, illuminating the passange up ahead. She didn't need the light regardless due to her enhanced and advanced sight, but it was still a tad helpful.
Turns out, freedom is short lived.
A hand of similar feeling to her own skin locked around her arm, and she found herself pressed front first against the grimy wall. It was of no use to struggle, because even though she didn't know how, even to move hurt. Someone chuckled darkly. "That was easier than expected."
Olivia was turned around, and a hand locked around her throat. She clawed at the hand that held her up off the ground, her feet barely scraping the floor.
"Master wants her intact, Felix." The leaner and smaller one warned with a hint of a smirk, and Olivia could see 'Felix' grin playfully. "Can always be dismembered and then bodily parts stuck back together." He suggested with a playful tilt of his head as he observed her narrowed eyes.
"How about I remove certain bodily parts of yours and then stick them in the wrong place, bastard?" She managed to wheeze out, and Felix's smile became flirtatious and he grinned wider, splitting his face in half. Never understood that stupid saying thing either. Hm.
"I'd love for you to, but Master wishes to meet you. Best not to keep him waiting." She found herself being pulled along unwillingly, and it felt like she was walking to a certain death, or a certain doom, as the condemned prisoners had described it in books. She was so screwed.
Olivia wilted under the gleeful stare she was getting from no doubt the nuttiest vampire in the history of vampires. Creep.
"No, my thoughts are mine and mine alone." She grimaced painfully, a sharp wince whistling through her venom coated teeth. She glared at the vampire who'd she'd bitterly named 'blonde witch bitch' in her head. "Would you stop that?" She snapped.
The crazy vampire, Aro, had used her distraction to his advantage, and when she had been snapping at the blonde bitch witch, he snatched up her hand. Her eyes widened and she pulled it away, but it had been more than enough for him to collect the information he needed.
His milky red eyes widened and a bright smile appeared on his face. Rain still poured down around everyone, and she was still being restrained by whom she now knew as Demetri, the prick who'd been able to track her as she'd attempted to run, and Felix, another prick whose winking and cocky smiles were starting to officially get on her nerves. Jerks, as Penelope would have called them.
"The ability ..." Aro paused as if trying to find a way to describe it. One of his 'brothers' glared at him impatiently.
"The ability to manipulate darkness, but you can not make it yourself. Shame. You have to have a source of some kind, to be able to harness it from somewhere." Dread filled Olivia as the excitement she'd at first seen in Geoffrey's eyes appeared in his. "Magnifico." He said, as in awe. Olivia glanced down sulkily. Now there was no escaping, not that she could vanish anyway with dear ol' Demetri alive and kicking so to speak.
"I have an offer I'd like to make you, my dear Olivia. You'd make a perfect addition to the Volturi's guard."
"I don't want to be an addition to anything that destroyed my family, the only one I'd had in my whole existence. You must be delusional." She countered and he gave a maniacal laugh, amused by her remarked comment. "They made you protect them without any regard for yourself."
"No, they didn't. You think because you destroyed them you know everything? You know nothing about me, about what used to be my coven, or what their motives were." She hissed, and a sharp flash of burning pain spread across her body, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. She scowled, glaring at the blonde bitch witch. "Stop that!"
"Olivia Felton, born 2nd of February, 1901. Mother died when you were six years old, and your father tended to drown his grief in alcohol, thus resulting in the abuse of you until Geoffrey turned you. You long to be free, to have no responsibilities, and you actually think that human made explosives could of destroyed your once coven."
If Olivia had been human, she would have been red. "They could of. You don't know that, unless you've done some sort of experiment regarding that subject. You might know my memories, my thoughts and even what I desire from eternity, but you don't know me. And I don't want to know the Volturi, be a part of it or have anything to do with it at all."
She watched as he glanced behind him at a coaked woman, whose red eyes stared at her, unmoving. She was quite pretty too, Olivia mused subconsciously. Long brown hair was draped across her shoulders as if it had been purposely styled there.
Since she'd been turned at fifteen, she'd only just began to blossom. She had a slender figure, sure enough, and her own hair was the same length as the woman's, but was a mixture of both blonde and brown, giving it a dirty blonde colour look. Her face still retained some of its child-like features, but because of her vampirism, it made her child-like features become beautiful and captivating, thus allowing her to lure prey for her once existing coven to date themselves with.
Suddenly, a prickling sensation overcame her, and she frowned. She could feel herself becoming distant from her burning coven mates, even from Geoffrey, whom she'd had the strongest bond with out of all of them. When Aro took her hand again, she wanted to object but didn't, her frown becoming one of confusion. What was happening to her?
"Now, shall we discuss that offer again, Olivia?" She glanced at Aro, frown smoothing out slightly. And she couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth, no matter how hard she tried. "No need." She replied, still frowning a little as to why she would say her next words, ones that would seal her fate forever.
"I accept."
Authors note -Now, this is the first actual fiction I have published on here so I'm a beginner at publishing on here, but I have already published this fiction on Quotev so some of you might have already read it.
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