A/N: This is my first fic ever!! Be nice and review, please!! And English isn't my birth languages, so if there are mistakes, don't sue me!! But I don't think there will be to many because I have a wonderful Beta: ebtwisty9. Check her stories!! She's absolutely great!! I especialy love her current one, about Edward and his family on a pirate ship... It's great!!

Sorry, I have tendencies to be a little too enthousiastic, sometimes...

Disclaimer: Why should I put a disclaimer? Of course I own Twilight!! -gets hit by an encyclopedia- Ouch!! Sorry, I don't, I don't!! If I did, I wouldn't be here !!

Blood's rule

Prologue: it has been two years/ vampire's conquest

EPOV

It has been two years now since the vampires decided that they no longer wanted to be part of the shadows who lingered at the very edge of the world. Those monsters of my kind wanted to own the world and to be known as the rulers: no longer a myth that only existed in some kids' nightmares. If those children have known how those bad dreams of theirs were understating the very truth, the very secret of our actual existence, I think they would never have slept again. It's not as if it would have changed anything, but still...

It was two years ago, during the election of the US president. Just then, when all the television channels in the world were focused around the man that had been chosen to basically rule the human world, a small coven of vampires interrupted all that little ceremony and explained casually to the whole world the existence of vampires and their new decision to take over. And then, just to show the world just how serious they were, one of them drank the new president's blood until he was completely dry. Poor man, really. That's the cost of power and fame. Politics is a really dangerous path of life...But, in fact, maybe that man was lucky, lucky to die before having to see what was following next: all that slaughter, all that anguish...

Right after the death of that man, half of the crowd hopelessly tried to escape from that death trap while the rest stayed there, frozen in shock. I won't say anything more. There were no survivors. Let's leave it to that. Even I, who's part of that damned, soulless race, shudder at the memory of that awful sight, which had been broadcasted all over the world.

Meanwhile, according to their grand scheme, hundreds of covens all over the world were coming out in the daylight in every big city of the world, as they proclaimed them to be theirs. Each coven ruled its own city, creating its own laws, choosing its ways of feeding...

The southern bloodsuckers were tougher, crueler. They wrote new rules. Humans became slaves, with the knowledge
that their lives could end at any moment. Some even invented a system to pick up the people they were to kill. Awful. Those of my kind who lived in the north had always been nicer and more thoughtful than those from the south. Most of them left the human laws practically untouched, feeding only on suicidal and mortally sick people, those who were so close to death they had lost all their hope.

The Volturi couldn't do anything about that. In a matter of less than ten minutes, the whole world was aware of our existence and the only way they could remedy for the humans' new found knowledge would be to destroy both vampire and human populations. Thankfully, they decided against it. They just declared themselves publicly as the vampire royalty. Since the vampires ruled the human world and they ruled the vampires, they truly were the masters of the world.

You certainly wonder now what is going on with us, vegetarians... In fact, I can't really say "us" anymore. This all happened while we were peacefully living in the small town of Forks. The same night, a crowd of angry people came down at our house, clearly wanting to kick us out of there. They didn't want us monsters in here. Carlisle and Jasper managed somehow to calm them down enough to keep them from burning the house, but they would have had to go away eventually, for Jasper's sake, at least. It's understandable that it would be difficult for an empath to leave near a town of terrified people.

I refused to go. After hearing their pitiful and disgusting thoughts, I decided that I no longer wished to be a vegetarian. I wanted to do that for a while now. Since I have been changed, in fact. The only things that kept me from going on my own were my family and my wish to blend in, to manage not to be a monster but to be accepted as the human I could be. I no longer wished that. I knew my family was disappointed, but what's the point in trying not to be a monster when everyone thinks you are one? And they all thought that, that we were monsters. Those humans were all the same, as if they printed copies of the same theory. I would not kill them for that, of course. I would leave their lives untouched, they would know I'm here, watching in the shadows, but they wouldn't actually see me. I would use my gift to kill only those who deserved death, those who have killed, sinned, wounded. Their thoughts always gave them away. I kept my talent for myself, of course.

I managed not to put on a war with the werewolves. They were too busy creating their Resistance. I proposed to protect their family while they were away if they decided not to hunt me down, explaining how I chose my preys. They accepted reluctantly, they didn't really have any other choice...

And I've lived that way for two years now. Until that day, the day I met her...