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Vampire Wars

Summary:
The only thing Nadean knew was war. She had grown up in it. In a battlefield, a lot of people die, and bleed. It's the perfect place for a vampire to prowl. When Nadean is changed into a vampire, she sees hope. But even as a vampire she can't escape war.


Notes:
this story was inspired by metal gear solid, and of course twilight. Disclaimer: unfortunately, i own neither of the above. Edward, Bella & co. will be in this fic! Eventually...


2. Can never sleep

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I closed my eyes.

“What?” I asked uncertain, praying that I had misheard him.

There had been a book, at the orphanage, a nun used to read it to us. It was about a great hero, Van Helsing, who fought against a terrible vampire, named Dracula.

I couldn’t remember the story clearly. It was more than ten years ago, before the war.

“A vampire.” he answered.

I tried to absorb it. I tried to understand but I couldn’t. I crawled backwards until my back hit the wall. It was dusty with cracked red paint on it.

I put my head in my hands, breathing deeply. I heard the man sigh impatiently. I looked up at him.

“Come to terms with it yet?” he asked.

I scowled and asked, “Who are you?”

He smiled at the question. “I am a vampire, like you.”

“I said who, not what. What is your name?” I had seen the interrogation of many enemy prisoners. You had to be direct, and firm.

“Does it matter?”

“I suppose not, but what am I meant to call you? And why won’t you tell me?”

He sighed again. “You can call me… Dodge. I’ve always liked that name.”

“OK.” I didn’t know what else to say. I was slightly afraid of this man. For all I know he could be the enemy.

“I have a friend, waiting form us just past the border. He is… one of us.”

I glanced around the storehouse, and saw two familiar crates. I quickly walked over to them. One of them was filled with guns, and the other food rations. I didn’t feel hungry but I took a ration for later, and grabbed an AK-47 riffle as well. I heard Dodge laugh behind me.

“You won’t be needed either of those. You don’t have to eat food anymore.”

His face looked truthful, so I discarded the ration, but kept the riffle anyway. I put the strap over my shoulder, and followed him out into the blistering sun.

We ran in silence for about an hour, staying away from any civilisation. We snuck past border control, and reached a small house, made of wood. It looked run down and unstable. I could hear arguing voices, as though they were arguing in my ear.

Dodge’s eyes narrowed, he must hear their low arguing too. As we got nearer the arguing stopped. Dodge pushed open the stiff door and it creaked loudly. I flicked off the safety on my riffle and aimed it ahead of me.

There was only one room inside, with no furniture or windows. There were two men and a woman. One of the men was in a defence stance. He had brown hair, shaven close to his head. His features were soft, and he had bright red eyes. He was about 20, and was a little tall for his age. The other man had bronze hair, was medium height and was holding the woman’s hand. She had brown hair. She and the man she was holding hands with looked around 17 or 18, and had topaz coloured eyes. All three had extremely pale skin, and were very beautiful.

Dodge put a hand on my gun, and pushed it down so it was pointed at the ground. He smiled suddenly.

“Hello,” he said politely.

The bronze haired man put his arm around the girl protectively. She smiled shyly at me. I didn’t return the smile.

“He can read minds, she can predict how you are going to die,” the brown haired man said, gesturing towards the man and woman in turn. Then he looked at me, “And she has… advantages in fighting. An unusual gift.”

Dodge moved closer to me. “Some vampires have special abilities. Mathew here can see what they are.” he explained quickly.

I nodded, concentrating on what he was saying. “And what can you do?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he growled angrily, and took a step away from me.

“I’m Bella, and this is Edward,” said the brown haired girl. “And we were just leaving.”

She moved toward the door. Edward looked from me, to Dodge, and then followed her out the door. Before he exited he turned to Dodge.

“You can’t go up against that kind of power. You won’t succeed. We’re only trying to help.” he said, then walked out the door.

I sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. I clicked the safety on the gun before I accidentally shoot someone. Then I remembered something.

“Advantages?” I asked.

Mathew smiled, and nodded. Dodge gave him a dark look. I saw jealousy on his face.

“It’ll come in useful later,” Mathew said, trying to get back on Dodge’s good side. It seemed to work, and Dodge smiled.

“Is Mathew your real name?” I asked.

Mathew shook his head, and looked at Dodge. Dodge stopped smiling, and frowned.

“And what’s your name?” Mathew asked nicely.

“Nadean.” I answered.

“How appropriate. It means hope.”

I stared at him in confusion.

“We should get going.” Dodge said seriously. I stood up. I had grown up taking orders, never asking questions, so why should now be any different.

“How old are you?” Mathew asked. Dodge gave him a stern look, and I couldn’t understand why.

“Sixteen or seventeen.”

“Don’t you know?” he asked incredulous.

“I’ve never celebrated a birthday. I don’t know when I was born.” I said, a little sadly.

We followed Dodge out the door, and got into an off-road jeep. We drove a bumpy terrain for awhile, and then we reached an abandoned road.

Mathew continued to ask me questions. I answered as many as I could. I didn’t have much of a childhood, so I couldn’t answer questions about where I was from or who my parents were.

All I knew was they were volunteers, bringing aid here. My mother had me while she was delivery aid, a month early. She thought it would be fine to make one last delivery, and of course she couldn’t fly, so she got a boat over. Soon after my birth, they were killed. I don’t know how, or who did it. I was put in an orphanage.

In return, Mathew answered any questions I had about vampires. He expected me to be shocked when I found out I could never sleep again, but I wasn’t. I hadn’t slept much as a human.

I started loose trust in Dodge. I had no reason to doubt him, but none to trust him either. I decided then that as soon as he stopped the jeep, I would get out and run. Run as fast as I could. I didn’t know what I would do then, but I would be better off alone. I can always trust myself at least.

“So do you…do we kill humans?” I asked Mathew.

“Well in a way. We have to drink their blood to survive, and they can’t survive without it. I didn’t think you would mind that fact… surely you have killed many people in warfare.” he said.

I nodded and looked away, at the orange horizon. It was the ugly truth of war. A lot of people die. I had never thought about it before. I never had enough time to question it. I wanted to stop killing right now, but I’d have to, to survive. I wouldn’t, I decided. I would run away, not kill anyone and probably die. As soon as he stops the jeep, I’m gone.