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Vampire Wars

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.

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...

3. Italy

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The jeep was slowing, and I prepared to jump out. But before I could, the jeep sped up again.

“Not there yet!” Dodge called back to me and Mathew, who were sitting in the back seat.

“You ok?” Mathew asked. “You look a little uneasy.”

Could he know me so well already? No, he couldn’t. He’s bluffing, willing me to confess.

“I’m fine.” I said casually.

He shrugged and looked away. I realised I was still wearing the helmet I had been given when I first started fighting. I took it off and examined it. It had rarely been off my head in 6 or 7 years.

I threw it out of the jeep. It flew in the air for awhile, before landing on the ground, creating a small dust cloud.

“You don’t need the gun either, you know.” Mathew whispered in my ear.

“I want to keep it.” I muttered back. And I did. It was all I ever knew, it seemed safe to me.

Mathew chuckled at my response. I looked at him and he was staring at me.

“I wonder when you’ll show your talents.” he asked himself.

I frowned. There was a voice in the back of my mind screaming that this was insane. I had always been told what to do and how to do it. I’m not sure if I’ve done anything that I wasn’t told to do in my life.

The colonel had handed me my first gun. Told me how to shoot, and pushed me out into the fighting. He was surprised when I came back alive. He challenged me, giving me great opponents, and sending out less allies with me.

He had been kind to me, but he had created what I was now, and I didn’t like what I was. He told me I was a solder, and nothing else. I was the best female child solder in our base camp. Not really a recognised accomplishment.

He had promised me I wouldn’t have to fight in the war forever. He said, when I was old enough, I could enter espionage. Doing sneaking missions for the government. It appealed to me, but only because I thought it was that or war.

We drove up to the small airport. We had been driving for quite awhile.

“We’re leaving the country?” I asked.

“Yes.” Dodge answered simply.

“Are we going to America?” I asked excitedly. America was were my parents were from. Solders always spoke fondly of it. It had become a promised land, a land free of war. Most people planned to emigrate to America after the war.

“No, we are going to Italy.”

I tried to think back to the small education I had received. I couldn’t remember anything about Italy. I could only hope it was near America.

I had forgotten my plans to run away. I bit my lip, trying to decide.

“We have to get her new clothes.” Mathew said.

I looked down at my torn and dirty uniform, and then looked at their clothes. They look expensive, and made of fine material. I wonder if these men are rich.

The jeep suddenly stopped.

“I’ll run ahead and get her some. I’ve just fed so I’ll be ok. You keep her here.” he ordered, and then ran off to the north.

I didn’t like being here, in the open. It made me feel uneasy.

“You sure you’re ok?” Mathew asked.

I nodded, and gripped my gun, knowing it would do no good against a bomb.

Suddenly I jumped out of the jeep. Without pausing, I started running. I ran as fast as I could. Something hard hit my back, knocking me to the ground. I closed my eyes as I tumbled to the ground, not feeling any pain.

When I opened my eyes, Mathew was holding me down. I struggled against him, and eventually got free. Instinctively, I grabbed my gun and fired it. The shot hit his arm. He screamed in pain.

I stared at him in confusion, getting shot hadn’t affected me. He looked confused for a moment, and then smiled.

“Wow.” he said.

“What?” I asked.

“You. You can manipulate things, human things, such as a bullet, and make them strong enough to hurt a vampire. That it you talent.”

Mathew ripped off a bit of his red t-shirt and wrapped it around his wound. A little unnecessarily, as he wasn’t bleeding. It was just a hole in his arm, with no blood.

I knelt down beside him, unwrapped the bit of torn t-shirt, and brushed his hands away when he tried to stop me. I examined the wound, then, using just my hands, I pulled out the bullet. I had done this many times before.

“We better get back,” Mathew said, standing up, and smiling at me in a way I didn’t understand.

“You won’t tell Dodge, will you?” I asked, raising my gun and aiming it at his heart.

“No, I won’t. Don’t worry.” he said calmly.

I followed him back to my jeep, the safety off my gun just in case. I felt empowered, having this advantage. Dodge soon arrived back, with clothes for me. I quickly put them on. Mathew and Dodge looked away, but I had changed in front of boys before. There is no time for modesty in war. The clothes were very soft against my skin. I had never felt anything so comfortable.

When I was changed, we all got back in the jeep. Mathew said nothing about what I had done. When we came close to the airport, Dodge stopped the jeep.

“You have to leave the gun here.” he said, turning to look at me.

“No!” I shouted, hugging the gun to my chest. My only advantage.

“We won’t get through customs with it.”

“Then we stay here.” I shouted angrily. I didn’t want to lose my only advantage. I was only thinking fighting, I realised. But it was my nature to.

Dodge looked at Mathew, who shrugged.

“They have guns in Italy.”

“They do?” I asked.

“Yes. I’ll get you one. Ok?” Dodge asked impatiently.

“Ok,” I said, placing the AK on the seat, and getting out of the jeep. Dodge and Mathew got out, and started walking towards the airport.

“Wait, should we feed first?” Mathew asked.

“Are you hungry?” Dodge replied angrily.

“A little. It’s controllable.” he answered.

“And she feed not to long ago, we’ll be fine.”

We reached the small airport. I had never been on a plane, or even to an airport. There were 10 small planes, and runways.

We walked in, and Dodge bought three tickets to Volterra, Italy.