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Previously on Ch.37:
"The Volturi?" I asked in disbelief as I drifted closer to the image that captured them. . . the ancients of the vampire world. . . so entirely.
"Yes, do you know them?" Carlisle inquired, all of them joining me.
"Yes. . . they fear me." I stated before I could stop myself.
Now, Ch.38:
Carlisle was appalled.
"The Volturi fear no one," he said, and I just gazed into his wise eyes.
"Yes. . . until they met me that is," I said in a grave voice, then, away from him. "Rosalie? Emmett? Jasper? Would you like to join us as well?" I asked, and sooner than to be expected, they had joined us too.
"We heard you say that they fear you, is that correct?" Jasper asked, and I nodded, turning my back on the painting to face them.
"Why?" Edward asked me.
"Because of all the. . . powers I possess, that they can never have or enslave. Not to mention the fact that I can never die." And so. . . so many other reasons. . .
They all seemed shocked at my last statement.
"You. . . can't. . . die?" Rosalie asked speculatively.
"Believe me, I wish I could. I can't tell you all of the times. . . I've tried to end my own life in every possible way. But most of the time it wasn't my intention to be struck by a fatal blow. And each time, I felt dead, but I always woke up to find myself here, still. . ." I muttered, trying not to dwell on my past pain too much.
"You can't die. . . ? Not ever. . . ?" Alice asked, everyone still in disbelief.
"No." I spoke, the truth ringing loud and clear in my voice that they seemed to have accepted.
"When did you meet the Volturi?" Carlisle asked me.
"It was five decades ago, so roughly fifty years." I began explaining it to them as I remembered. . .
50 Years Ago
I was running through a forest somewhere in the country of Italy in Europe.
And then I smelled them.
Two vampires, along with human blood.
I ultimately veered in the direction of the potent scent and followed my hunting and tracking senses.
And then I swiftly came upon them. There were four human corpses lying around them on the muddy forest floor.
I grimaced, and cursed internally for being too late to save them, and then I looked at the monsters.
They had fierce red eyes that was the color of blood, and they had blood on their ravaged clothing and running down the corners of their mouths. Newborns, and they seemed to be mates.
The guy had curly blond hair, pale skin, and he was big-built. The girl beside him had long, wavy, dark brown hair and she looked to be the exact opposite of the guy next to her.
But then the guy charged at me with a snarl. This was one thing I absolutely detested newborns for; not only were they stronger than your average vampire, but they were completely crazed with their emotions and thirst for blood.
I flipped lightly over him and landed behind him before he could grab me.
I locked my arms around his neck and then I kicked him in the back with a powerful kick. The force of my grip and kick dismembered his head from his body and I heard a loud shriek of horror and vengeance behind me.
Then his mate jumped on my back forcefully, and I was knocked to the ground. I growled, and before she could bite me, I flipped us over and so she was the one pinned down.
But that's what made me lose my grip on the battle, because she reminded me of myself. The same color of brown that I use to have when I was younger, and even though we didn't look like each other. . . there was some resemblance of me in her blood red eyes. They were wild with rage, yet wide in fright. . . just like me. I was angry for what those selfish, demented people did to me, and yet I was afraid. Afraid of having to go through this alone all the time, afraid of having to face what I am. . .
I was utterly distracted, and the vampire took the opportunity to punch me hard in the face, which made me fling off of her.
Since she had the newborn strength behind that blow, she made me bleed, and I coughed up my blood before standing back up.
She was on her feet too, but she stared at me with shock and confusion as she gazed from the blood on the ground to me.
I took that opportunity to take her down, and I quickly did before anymore reminders came to me.
Previously on Ch.37:
"The Volturi?" I asked in disbelief as I drifted closer to the image that captured them. . . the ancients of the vampire world. . . so entirely.
"Yes, do you know them?" Carlisle inquired, all of them joining me.
"Yes. . . they fear me." I stated before I could stop myself.
Now, Ch.38:
Carlisle was appalled.
"The Volturi fear no one," he said, and I just gazed into his wise eyes.
"Yes. . . until they met me that is," I said in a grave voice, then, away from him. "Rosalie? Emmett? Jasper? Would you like to join us as well?" I asked, and sooner than to be expected, they had joined us too.
"We heard you say that they fear you, is that correct?" Jasper asked, and I nodded, turning my back on the painting to face them.
"Why?" Edward asked me.
"Because of all the. . . powers I possess, that they can never have or enslave. Not to mention the fact that I can never die." And so. . . so many other reasons. . .
They all seemed shocked at my last statement.
"You. . . can't. . . die?" Rosalie asked speculatively.
"Believe me, I wish I could. I can't tell you all of the times. . . I've tried to end my own life in every possible way. But most of the time it wasn't my intention to be struck by a fatal blow. And each time, I felt dead, but I always woke up to find myself here, still. . ." I muttered, trying not to dwell on my past pain too much.
"You can't die. . . ? Not ever. . . ?" Alice asked, everyone still in disbelief.
"No." I spoke, the truth ringing loud and clear in my voice that they seemed to have accepted.
"When did you meet the Volturi?" Carlisle asked me.
"It was five decades ago, so roughly fifty years." I began explaining it to them as I remembered. . .
50 Years Ago
I was running through a forest somewhere in the country of Italy in Europe.
And then I smelled them.
Two vampires, along with human blood.
I ultimately veered in the direction of the potent scent and followed my hunting and tracking senses.
And then I swiftly came upon them. There were four human corpses lying around them on the muddy forest floor.
I grimaced, and cursed internally for being too late to save them, and then I looked at the monsters.
They had fierce red eyes that was the color of blood, and they had blood on their ravaged clothing and running down the corners of their mouths. Newborns, and they seemed to be mates.
The guy had curly blond hair, pale skin, and he was big-built. The girl beside him had long, wavy, dark brown hair and she looked to be the exact opposite of the guy next to her.
But then the guy charged at me with a snarl. This was one thing I absolutely detested newborns for; not only were they stronger than your average vampire, but they were completely crazed with their emotions and thirst for blood.
I flipped lightly over him and landed behind him before he could grab me.
I locked my arms around his neck and then I kicked him in the back with a powerful kick. The force of my grip and kick dismembered his head from his body and I heard a loud shriek of horror and vengeance behind me.
Then his mate jumped on my back forcefully, and I was knocked to the ground. I growled, and before she could bite me, I flipped us over and so she was the one pinned down.
But that's what made me lose my grip on the battle, because she reminded me of myself. The same color of brown that I use to have when I was younger, and even though we didn't look like each other. . . there was some resemblance of me in her blood red eyes. They were wild with rage, yet wide in fright. . . just like me. I was angry for what those selfish, demented people did to me, and yet I was afraid. Afraid of having to go through this alone all the time, afraid of having to face what I am. . .
I was utterly distracted, and the vampire took the opportunity to punch me hard in the face, which made me fling off of her.
Since she had the newborn strength behind that blow, she made me bleed, and I coughed up my blood before standing back up.
She was on her feet too, but she stared at me with shock and confusion as she gazed from the blood on the ground to me.
I took that opportunity to take her down, and I quickly did before anymore reminders came to me.
