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Grim Reaper's Release

Summary:
When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket


Notes:
...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*


9. Legends Course Through His Veins

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Aro's Point of View

I felt the world crumbling down around me - and it wasn't just because of Felix or Demetri. Suddenly, legends and myths I knew to be false were coming true. Stories Marcus and Caius had shared with me when I had joined the Volturi became actual, historical events. Our supposed to be made up king was...real.

I stared uneasily at the man who sat on the log before me. He was real. Breathing. Thinking. Moving. Alive - or at least how alive as any vampire could be. He stared back, making me feel restless and uneasy in his orange eyes.

"I just don't understand," Caius mumbled. "How did you come back?" The man didn't move. Actually, he showed no sign of registering the fact that Caius had spoken directly to him. Surrounding us was the guard, anxious and twitchy. Their burgundy eyes watched the man's every move, making sure he made no threatening stance against us.

"I was awakened," the man said, blinking lazily. Like a cat in the sun, I thought, and suddenly the man grinned. "Yes, Aro, slightly like that," he laughed. I felt my jaw drop slightly. He was a...a mind reader?

"Do you read minds?" I asked, shakily. A second chuckle bubbled from his lips and he shook his head.

"Aro, I'm disappointed in you. You seem to be behind in the history of your race. Of course I can read minds. You know the legends," he added. I stammered, thinking of how to respond. The legends I had heard were just snippets of stories.

When I had first come to the Volturi, I had been looking in Caius's study one morning. He came upon me and plucked the book I had been looking at from my hands and set it back down. He had said it was a waste of time to stick my nose in the spine of a book and told me some of the myths of our species.

The myth of the powerful twins.

They were supposed to be the first vampires to ever put foot on earth. Actually, they were supposed to be the first homo sapiens. Caius did not know most of the story, but he knew some. They were said to neither be dead nor alive and they slept for years. Centuries, in fact. They would only awake when they were needed by their people, or in other words, their vampires.

"I - I forget some," I muttered pathetically. He smiled, his pearly teeth glimmering from the sun.

He sighed and shook his head. "I thought you would remember more. Every single power a vampire can have, I share with them. It is from me and my sister who they receive their power from." My eyes widened slightly at his revelation.

Every single power. Talent. He had it all. My mind went into over gear, calculating how we could possibly get him to join the Volturi. Just imagine it! The most powerful vampire to ever walk among us under my control! He would be such an asset! My thoughts dribbled on as I caught a glance at him. He was suddenly outraged, his nostrils flared and his eyes turning a shade darker of orange. It was like a rim of scarlet surrounded his irises as he gazed at me in burning hatred.

"Under your control, Aro?" he hissed. "You think you would control me? Do you realize I can force you to do anything I want just by thinking it. I could control you, my son. In seconds you could have killed one of your brothers just because I willed it. How dare you think you can overrule me! It is I who you originate from. My venom flows through your very veins. I am more powerful than a hundred of your guard. A thousand. A million. There is no one more powerful than I and I would never be under your command," he fumed. I swallowed, ignoring the panicked glanced of my guard.

"Of course, I am very sorry, my - I don't know your name," I realized. His jaw was tensed and he stared at me through narrowed eyes. Like burning slits carved into his face.

"I do not have one," he replied smoothly. I gawked; he was nameless?

"What do you mean? You have no name?" Jane snapped from the sidelines. I turned my head and gave her a warning snarl as she approached the man.

He stared at her with exquisite eyes in which contained curiosity and...hatred. "I do not have a name, Jane. I was never given a distinct one in which all vampires and humans would know me by." Jane glared at him in repulsion and wrinkled her nose as she drew closer.

"You say you have every power. Do you have mine?" She asked, her voice sweet and innocent. He barked out a laugh and I almost expected him to roll his eyes.

Jane continued to glower as he opened his mouth. "Of course I do. You got your talent from my sister and I. Actually, mine is more powerful than yours. If I wanted to, I could push the pain to death." Jane and I stared at him in shock. Death. He could kill us all with one glance.

And I was sure he could do a lot worse than that.

"Oh, Aro," he called out. "I do not have to glance at you to kill you. In less than a second, I could will it and you would be...well, you would not be here anymore," he chuckled. I swallowed in the frosty air and inhaled.

This was unbelievable.

"Alright, alright, enough with the idle chatter. Can we get to the point? Why are you even here?" Caius spat in disgust. I flickered my gaze between the two, agreeing with Caius. It was not every day that the king of vampires, the essence of power itself, awoke from its slumber to hunt down the Volturi.

"I came to stop you," he answered, sounding almost excited. I looked down at the snow-covered ground in confusion and fear. This man, this thing before me, was the only threat to me. The only thing that could kill me. He could destroy the world with a blink of his eyes and there was nothing any of us could do to stop him.

Quite honestly, I envied his power.

"Stop us? From doing what?" Caius snapped.

He sighed, gazing at his folded hands, before looking up at Caius with wicked eyes. "From trying to take over this world. None of you understand, vampires are not meant to control this world, no matter what. If you do, it would destroy the natural balance between predator and prey. Everything would be chaos and before you all knew it, there would be nothing in this world worth saving," he said sadly.

I felt a rush of anger at his words and growled softly, capturing the attention of everyone around me. "It is not up to you what we do. If we want to control this world, we can. It is rightfully ours and we are the most powerful beings. This is our chance," I hissed.

"I believe it is up to me what you do. If you try to carry out your plans, you do realize it would be so simple, almost too easy, to stop you in your tracks and have you march right back to your little castle in Volterra," he warned. I lifted my chin in defiance, how dare he. I was Aro Volturi. I was one of the kings of the vampire world. My very name sent shivers up vampire's spines and here he was, telling me what I could and couldn't do.

Caius glared at him, anger glimmering in his black eyes. "And what would you rather have us do?" I whipped my head up to stare at my brother in shock at his words, as did the rest of the guard.

"What would I rather have you do? Hmm." The man thought, looking up towards the skies. His lips moved quickly, almost too quickly for a vampire, but the words that flowed from his lips were caught in the breeze before I could even have a chance of hearing them. "You had plans to go to the South, correct? We continue those plans, travelling through the forests and canyons of the countries. When we arrive, we gather and reconvene. The vampire world needs to gain control of themselves before even we perish. And once we do, once all of our numbers are together, we reveal ourselves to the world and hope for acceptance."

Jane spat a small puddle of venom to the ground as she stared at him, her face full of disgust. "And what if we do not receive acceptance? What if the world blows up right before our eyes in a ball of insanity and chaos?"

The man lowered his head, breathing calmly. "Jane, do not second guess my notions. If I say to do something, you do it without hesit-"

"Why should I? You are not my master," she whined. If I had been thinking straight, I would have hushed her and told her to stop talking, but my mind was a blur of thoughts and just bits of ideas.

In a brilliant flash, he was standing, towering massively over tiny Jane with his eyes sparkling like electricity. She ground her teeth, giving him one of her penetrating death stares which should of resulted with him crumpled on the ground, screaming in agony. But he did not. All he did was stand there, staring her in her ruby eyes, with a disgusted smirk on his face.

And then it back lashed.

Jane screamed, tugging at her head as she sunk to the icy ground. Alec rushed forward but he was held back by some invisible force, as was the rest of the Volturi. I stared at her in shock as for once in her existence, she was feeling the pain that she gave to others. Her tortured, high pitched screams pierced the arctic air as her tiny body writhed on the ground.

"First of all, Jane, I am your master. Though I do not ask for petty things a master would ask for, I am still your creator. Your father. And as that figure, I ask for your respect, not disobedience. And secondly, do not ever try to use your power on me for I will only use it back and then, you simply do not know if you will survive the encounter." He released his stare on Jane and she froze, sobs shaking her form.

I stared at him with pure terror on my face. If he had brought down a force like Jane, I did not know what to know all that he could do.

"Will I have to force you to go along with my plan or will you all commit willingly?" He asked softly. I shared a glance with Caius and Marcus and knew just what they were thinking.

"We will do anything you please," I said, speaking for not only my brothers and I, but for the guard as well.

***

Dr. Mitchell's Point of View

"And what if they do not go willingly?" One of my agents asked and I sighed. We were just about to split up to gather vitals from the specimen; weight, height, blood pressure, heartbeat, breathing, and taking blood samples. I could tell some of my agents were a bit worrisome and with good reason. We hardly knew what these creatures were capable of and if they would voluntarily give us their information. Each agent also carried a small, rectangular digital camera to use to take a picture of the specimen.

Almost like a mug shot.

"If they do not voluntarily give you the information, threaten them," I stated simply. Besides a digital camera, we each had a stun gun tucked into our lap coat pockets just in case. I shivered, thinking of the ‘in case' part. "Alright, team, let's split up."

I watched in hesitation as they all went their separate ways, into the elevators and then to different floors. They had each been assigned one of the currently unnamed vampires and I almost pitied the agents who were in full responsibility of the large one and the Native American.

The child was my assignment, though I overlooked all other assessments. It had been a long battle to separate her from the blond male, who I figured to be her father. He had turned on us with a tight jaw and glowing eyes as she held her arms around his neck in a deadlock. It had almost been impossible to force her arms off of him.

I jogged up the staircase, leading to one of the few floors above ground. She had been taken to one of our special laboratories and was being kept under tight supervision until we had learned more about her. Had they changed her as a child? Or had one given birth to her? The questions swam through my mind like a school of aimless fish.

"Morning, Brody," I greeted one of the scientists. He jerked his chin, registering my call as his eyes kept strained on the little girl. I hastily slapped on a pair of gloves and walked closer. "How is she?" I asked as I grew closer.

Brody glanced over his shoulder and shrugged. "S'ok, I guess. She's not doing much. Actually, she looks like she's concentrating pretty hard on something." I peeked over the metal railing into the makeshift playpen we had created for her. Inside, she sat, her eyes squeezed shut tightly with a slight flush on her round cheeks.

She was a beautiful child, that I would admit. I may have been biased but I had thought my own children had been the most stunning babies ever when I had first seen them and even as they grew up. But this girl beat them by a long shot. She had copper curls which oddly matched one of the younger males and liquid brown eyes. Her tiny body was hunched over her knees as she rocked back and forth slightly.

"What are you gonna do with her?" Brody asked, eyes curious. I watched as she suddenly stilled and looked up, a small light dimming in her chocolate eyes.

"Well, first, we do some testing," I responded, arms outstretched towards her as I went to pick her up. She immediately scooted farther away, her back against the wall. "Come here, honey," I murmured softly. "I won't hurt you." The vow easily left my lips, though I could not be certain of that so far.

"I do not trust you," she mumbled, her voice nothing short of a whisper. Her top lip trembled slightly as she glanced warily at my hands.

"Why not? Come on, just let me see you." I advanced even more, my hands a mere inch from her delicate body. A whimper escaped her lips and I felt a small twinge of pity for the creature. No matter how young or how deadly, no toddler would enjoy the experience of being contained within a lab.

With a reluctant sigh, she closed her eyelids briefly and let herself fall into my hands. I picked her up, a grunt falling from my lips. She was heavier than I had expected and I balanced her weight completely in my arms.

"She looks about four years old," Brody mumbled, writing notes down on a piece of paper. I nodded, agreeing as I looked at the abnormal child in my arms. Her skin was normal temperature, I also noted.

I set her down on a metal table, watching her over my shoulder while I grabbed my stethoscope. When I had returned, I put the ear pieces in my ears and held out the end.

"How old are you?" Brody asked, crouching down so he was eye level with the girl. She blinked, almost uncomprehending the question. Brody had a knack with kids, I had heard once, and was immediately grateful he was here.

"Depends," she responded. "Do you want to know how old I appear or how long ago it was that I was born?" Her face was the picture of innocence as Brody and I were thrown for a loop. How old she appeared? What did she mean?

Brody glanced at me, slightly nervous. "Er, how long ago it was that you were born." I nodded subtly as I grabbed for the file we had started on her. I skimmed the notes Brody had already written as I awaited her answer.

She paused for a second, her face thoughtful. "About five months." Her voice held the certainty and simplicity that only a child's contained.

My jaw dropped as I stared at her, the file slipping from my shocked hands. Brody's eyes widened as he gazed at her with renewed sight. She was a newborn baby and yet, she was sitting, talking, and even thinking right before our eyes. Simply amazing.

"Five months?" Brody repeated. "Jesus, you're just a baby." A look of anger flared in her eyes and disappeared quickly as she stared evenly back at him.

"No, I am not a baby. My skills and intelligence are far greater than any baby's," she huffed out. I smothered a snort as I listened; she was a feisty one. Brody was captured in her gaze, finally realizing just how different these creatures were from us. He moved out of the way as I came closer, ready to take her vitals.

"Is it all right if I do some tests?" I asked, scribbling down a reminder of her age on her file.

Her eyes were cautious as she responded. "Like what type of tests?"

I put the pen down, ignoring the still incredulous Brody behind me. "Well, tests like your heartbeat, height, weight. Stuff like that," I muttered. She pursed her lips and after a second or two, nodded.

I took in a breath of relief as I placed the round bulb of my stethoscope on her small back. "Breath in," I ordered and immediately, I heard her lungs fill with air. A soft pitter patter could be heard, embedded in her growing rib cage. It was slightly faster than average, which I wrote down on the paper. Her breathing was normal, as her circulation must have been since the flush on her face had yet to vanish.

"So, what's your name?" Brody regained his voice as he looked at her. Her glittering eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What's yours?" She retorted quickly and I barked out a small laugh. Brody seemed speechless as he stammered.

"Brody. Brody Averton. You?"

"Renesmee, but sometimes people call me Nessie. Except Mommy, though. She doesn't like that name," she said sweetly. Renesmee. If it was a modern name, I had never heard of it. It seemed like a sort of mixture between two names, though I couldn't put my finger on what names had been merged. It was all in all a pretty, suiting name.

"Do you have a last name, Renesmee?" Brody prodded, writing her name down at the top of the file. She bit her lip and glanced down in hesitation, or maybe even shame.

"Why do you want to know?" Her voice shook softly. I turned her around gently and grabbed another medical tool. I placed the sleeve, hooked up to a pulse reading monitor, and hooked it around her arm.

"We just need it for records, Nessie," Brody said, ruffling her curls. She looked up, her brow furrowed.

I clutched the pumper, tightening my fist around it. The sleeve tightened around her arm and she watched it with wide eyes. It eventually got so tight around her that she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. I quickly released the air and read the monitor. Ah, her pulse was average also.

"Cullen," she said slowly. "My last name is Cullen." Brody wrote it down, nodding with a small smile on his lips.

"Alright, now, before we take you over to the scale, I'm going to have to take your blood," I warned her. Her head snapped up, a tiny timid smile on her pink lips. Huh, I thought, not the general reaction you get when you tell a child you need to take their blood.

"Ok," she giggled, eying the needle I held within my forefinger and thumb.

I pressed the tip along the crease of her elbow, momentarily pausing. "This will hurt," I said, gauging her reaction. She nodded, confident.

"I know."

And then I pushed. The end of the needle connected with her colorless skin and...broke. The tip snapped and flew across the room, a slight noise echoing as metal hit linoleum floor. She laughed quietly, her head turning to watch the tip hit the floor. I lifted the needle in my fingers, breathing out unsteadily.

Her skin had broken the needle.

Her skin had broken the needle.

"How the hell...?" Brody choked off, his eyes glued to the needle's tip, as mine were. The end was slanted as if someone had simply cut the end off and my eyes widened in horror.

"Nessie, would you like to explain how you did that?" I managed to force out, struggling to keep my voice steady. Her young face was radiant as she shook her head, curls bouncing around her head. She smiled brightly, a teasing look in her eyes.

"Nope. You're the scientists, why don't you figure it out?"

***

Emmett's Point of View

"Is Edward mad?" I murmured down to Jasper. Anger was rushing through my dry veins as I even thought about the idea of some lousy no-good scientist snatching little Nessie away. How could someone do that? The idea repulsed me; separating a child from her parents for cruel testing and speculation. It was inhumane.

"Now, really, Emmett, what do you think?" Jasper snarled below me. I shook my head, still a bit surprised at the sudden revelation. I was sure Rosalie would be pissed to the extreme, and so would Bella and Jacob, too. But it was Edward who got unavoidably lethal when his temper was flared.

Suddenly, a second voice came from Jasper's cell. I listened, my ears perking up.

"If you do not mind, we need to take some vitals," the second person mumbled shyly. I groaned, if they were coming to Jasper, they'd be coming for me soon. Below me, Jasper growled almost inaudibly and agreed.

A noise down my hallway captured my attention as footsteps loomed closer. A few pairs of footsteps, I corrected myself as they drew nearer. Damn, I thought, here we go. A nervous pair of eyes peeked into the glass window of my door as a key jingled and unlocked it. It swung open, creaking loudly, and in the doorway was a man almost drowning in his lab coat.

You have got to be kidding me.

He was maybe twenty one with large, panicked eyes and sallow skin with greasy hair. He was a scrawny thing, too, I noticed and as I got my first look at him, he got his first look of me. His hazel eyes widened and he almost backed right out of the cell.

"You a scientist, kid? You look too young," I murmured. He bit his lip, pulling out a small chart and reading something on it. He looked up, his lips crooked in what was either a smile or a grimace. I couldn't tell.

"One of the best," he retorted sharply. "And I'm 27, by the way. Now, what's your name?" It was like a switch had been pulled on the guy. He was suddenly a bit arrogant, confidence outshining him. I dully wondered if this was Jasper's doing but then dismissed the thought. No, it was simply because of the comment I had made about his age.

"I don't see why you need to know." I settled on the uncomfortable - and stained - cot as I watched him. He was a bit fidgety and I noticed a whole team of FBI agents were lined up behind him, guns at the ready.

Humans and their guns. I rolled my eyes as one checked the bullets.

"We need it for records, sir," he replied smoothly. I snorted, my head resting on the white wall behind me. Records my ass.

"Well, how 'bout we make a deal? You tell me where you took the little girl and I'll tell you my name," I negotiated. His eyes narrowed into tiny slits as his hand slid down to his front pocket.

"Little girl? I don't believe I kno-"

"Look, just cut the crap, ok?" I interrupted bitterly. "All you have to do is tell me where. I'm not going to break out or anything to look for her. I'm just worried." He sighed, a gurgling echoing from his throat that made me shudder slightly.

"She's upstairs for more...in depth testing." My jaw tensed at his words. In depth? What the hell did that mean?

He came closer, his footsteps echoing loudly in the large room. "Now, your name, please?" I swallowed and pulled a stray curl out of my eyes.

I hesitated, my mouth slightly opened. "You want my name as a vampire or name as human?" I wondered dryly. He looked caught off guard as his gaze flickered from me and back to the chart in his sweaty hands.

"Er, both." I rolled my eyes.

"Emmett McCarty for human, Emmett Cullen for vampire. I changed it, as you can see, when I joined the family." I had said my name a million times in my life and had heard it back to me maybe even a billion but this time was different. For the first time, I felt the importance of a name. It was your identity, your own individual calling.

And I had just given mine to the government.

"Thank you, Emmett. Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He smiled and I gave a pointed glare at him as my arms rested across my chest. He glanced at them, intimidated.

"Depends," I mumbled, gazing upwards. Two floors up, Esme was answering each and every question precisely and politely, as I expected. She wasn't one for biting remarks or sharp comments and never would be.

He came closer, reaching into a leather bag which I had yet to notice he carried. His hand pulled out a stethoscope, a needle - which I laughed at mentally, and a few other medical devices. An officer came in the room suddenly, an actual full sized scale balanced on his shoulder.

I watched him set it down warily, cringing when it hit the floor and squeaked. It seemed slightly stupid to me to carry something like that down to each and every vampire but oh well, it wasn't like I was organizing this study.

"Alright, Emmett, I'm going to have to ask you to step up on this scale so we can check your weight and height." I sighed, standing up from my position on the cot. I was almost, so close, to becoming comfortable on the firm, holey mattress. I slowly walked forward, towering above the man who's name tag read Clover.

I stepped up on the scale, ignoring his directions on how to stand as he measured me. Like I didn't know how it was done. With my back to the wall, I looked straight ahead.

Clover - whether that was his first or last name, I didn't know - grunted and I snickered softly. He was too short to reach my head and had to get one of the taller officers to come forward, beckoning him with a wildly waving hand.

Finally, they had the correct height, which I could have told them from the start. "6 feet, 5 inches," Clover mumbled, sounding impressed. I bit my lip, looking down at him. He must have been about 5'9''. He motioned for me to turn around so he could get my weight and I obliged.

He watched the screen at the bottom where numbers read off quickly as it checked my body. A sigh escaped my lips as I realized how incredibly dull this really was. I mean, don't get me wrong, I would rather be doing this than having to go through extreme non-painful torture, but I thought things would be a bit more...intense.

Wimpy, crabby scientists wasn't what I had been expecting.

"262," he muttered under his breath and I hopped down, the sudden loss of impact on the scale making it shake slightly. He scribbled it down on the piece of paper and gestured me to sit back down. I grumpily wandered back, blowing a breath upwards to move a curl which had fallen, once again, into my eyes.

"Got blood?" I joked, watching him as he leaned down, a needle in his hand. He jerked, his eyes glancing at me in caution.

He ignored my comment, pressing the end of the needle at the crease of my elbow. I pressed my lips together tightly, readying myself from when he would curse and maybe even yell in frustration as he learned nothing could pierce my skin.

The tip connected and snapped loudly. I looked away so they wouldn't see my smile as he swore under his breath. "Get me a second," he ordered. I rolled my eyes, yeah, like a needle breaking was just a coincidence.

"You know, I don't know why you think you'll be able to get that in when a bullet didn't even pierce Carlisle's skin," I mumbled, finding their idiocy amusing. He scowled, his head bowed over my arm. Suddenly, he paused.

"Carlisle? Who's that?" My smug smirk fell as my eyes tightened. Shit. There goes any disguise Carlisle might of had up his sleeve.

I coughed and sent a warning to Edward. Maybe he would be able to let Carlisle know they already knew his name before they got to him, though I knew in my heart he would never put a fight to keep his name a secret.

Clover grumbled in frustration as I ignored his question, a new needle now enclosed in his hands. He pressed it forward, not even trying to be precise in his movements. It connected with my marble skin and broke again, the tip flying in another direction. I scoffed at his anger.

"It's not going to work," I sang softly, sneering at him. His jaw locked and he blew out a puff of air.

"Fine," he snapped. He yanked a stethoscope from his pocket and pushed the ends into his ears, his hand closing in around the bottom. He set it on my chest and waited. I grinned widely as no heartbeat reached his ears.

A whole minute later, he pulled away. "There's no heartbeat," he said under his breath. When he made no move to write the important piece of information down, an officer took up his job and scribbled it on the chart. His wide, frightened eyes met mine.

"There's no heartbeat," he repeated, like a child repeating their favorite quote from a movie. I snorted at his slightly manic expression.

"Of course there's no heartbeat. I'm not exactly alive, you know," I said. His breathing increased and I closed my eyes, unaffected by his frenzy.

"How...how old are you?" He wondered. My brow furrowed, trying to guess the meaning behind his question.

"20," I replied promptly. I had been born in 1915 and changed into a vampire in the year of 1935. Jasper was 20, too, I recalled, though almost a whole century older than me.

"What year were you born?" His voice shook slightly and I bit my lip. To tell or not to tell? That was the question. I sighed, accepting defeat.

"1915." He gasped, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. I almost expected it to hit the floor at the rate it was going at.

Slowly, the look of awe in his eyes turned to disgust and fear. I looked away, not wanting to see the emotions on his face. I had worked decades to build up enough practice and redemption to fully believe I was not a monster. I had been brought into this new life with an uncontrollable thirst and it was not my fault I had slipped up. Yes, I was abnormal. Yes, I was not human and never would be. Yes, I lived off of blood.

But I refused to look into his eyes, only to know he thought of me as a vicious, deadly freak who was hardly worth his time.

He gulped, fumbling with something in his hands.

"Uh, I need a picture before I leave," he croaked. I looked back, my mood suddenly sour. I avoided his eyes, settling for staring at his strangely large and shiny forehead.

A flash went off as he took the picture and I didn't even dare to ask why he needed one. He shriveled up against the wall, putting distance between myself and I. I once again turned my head, staring intently at the wall and the dent my fist had made when I had learned they had taken Nessie.

He hadn't even noticed it.

Without any sign that he was leaving, he stepped out and locked the door shut behind him. It took him a few seconds, for his hands were shaking. I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, second guessing my thoughts.

What if I really was a monster? I mean, any creature who needed the life source of others was surely not good at all. Look at spiders, for an example. They feed off of petty flies after they're trapped in their silky webs. And it was no secret that people loathed and were even deadly afraid of spiders.

Maybe that's all I was. A spider living off of flies. It seemed like an appropriate metaphor to me. Humans were flies, weak and fragile. Vampires were spiders, clever and...feared. Possibly, I was no better than a spider. Possibly, I deserved the fear and the hatred of Clover and all other human beings who now knew of my true identity. I knew I would never regret the actions made by Carlisle, my father in all sense, on my life to make me what I was now and I would never hate him for it. He was only doing what Rose had begged him to do and even then, I could never blame nor hate my Rose.

Instead, I hated myself.