So, this is my first fic on in over eight years, and my first Twilight fic. I know this first chapter is probably confusing and you probably will have questions, but don't worry it will be cleared up soon. I was fiddling with this idea for a while now, and it took like two weeks to really get the idea out of the confines of my mind. So, this is what I have for right now, the next chapter is in progress and will be posted probably next week.
What I don't own: I don't own Twilight. Stephenie Meyer retains all rights. No infringement intended.
What I do own: A cute pair of boots, a Medical Marijuana card and the goodies that come with it; infinite time and eternal possibilities.
I was burning. No, searing absolutely engulfed in flames. The pain, unbearable, consumed my entire being, and I tried to scream. I couldn't move, except for the uncontrollable twitches and jerks of my motionless body. As the ravenous burn coursed through my veins, I tried to focus, to think rationally. But I was at a loss; fleeting thoughts raced in my mind, but only one made sense. I was stuck in quick sand, immobile and unwillingly silent, and I was on fire.
I don't know how long I lied there in my own personal silent hell, burning quietly, before I began to notice things. The rapid "thud, thud, thud" of my heart as it raced erratically in my chest.
What was going on?
More to the point… Where was I?
None of these thoughts were of consequence as the most imperative lingered, screaming at me.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING TO ME?"
The burn, which I had begun to ignore, or rather tried to, suddenly roared viciously back to life. I wanted to scream! I was on fire, burning to death, and no one would know. I'd become a blackened corpse, unidentifiable, just bones…
I was helpless, powerless, feeble; I hated that.
I guess I'll never know how long I was burning, but it seemed an eternity. Then suddenly, the thunderous roaring fires power diminished, slowly, but surely. And after a while, comprehension and rational thought were coming back to me.
"Why aren't I dead?"
"Where the hell am I?"
"How long have I been here?"
"What the hell fucking happened?"
I waited and waited, the burn slowly ebbing away at a snails' pace.
Then, like all my prayers had been answered, the burn was gone. I slowly cracked my eyes open, and I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was so clear, too clear. I wasn't blind, but my vision certainly wasn't 20/20. I rubbed my eyes.. No glasses. I blinked. What the hell? It was then I realized that I was on my back, dirt clinging to my clothes, drenched in sweat. I sat up, the movement, so quick I didn't even realize I had moved until I was on my feet. I frowned, my throat hurt like a mother; Burned, actually. Maybe I was screaming? Maybe I was so far gone even I didn't notice…
Before I even had the time to ponder that new bit of information; I looked around the room. I was in a dungeon. An actual fucking dungeon, one that would have made all the nerds in the geek chorus who played dungeons and dragons want to LARP right there.
Cobblestones lined the walls, which went up impossibly high, to an arched ceiling. Their was one window, probably 50 feet up, with bars standing proudly ever inch and a half, keeping people out and keeping me in. I could hear voices, so I knew I wasn't alone, but they were presumably the enemy. My eyes darted around frantically, as I looked for something, anything to aide me in my escape. Their was nothing. No toilet, no sink, not even so much as a rag. It was completely bare. I wanted to wail, to scream and plead, beg my captors to release me, but I didn't. I just stood their, silently contemplating my next move.
The burn in my throat was becoming more intense and the minutes passed, and as it did my grasp on logic was leaving me. I wanted out… no I needed out. I needed out, and I needed out now. I walked to the other wall, opposite the one with the window, leaning my back against it, I took a deep breath and bolted, running head first into the wall, when I was five feet away I jumped up, pushing with all my strength, giving it everything I had.
It wasn't until I actually passed the window and was still going upwards that I realized my head was going to hit the ceiling. I put my hands out, desperately trying to shield my head from any impact, but it didn't come. My hands, touched the ceiling and as I pressed it split open, rocks and dust cascading down. I landed on the roof, my eyes wide, I pressed my hand to my chest in an effort to calm my thudding heart, but it wasn't thudding. It wasn't even thumping. It wasn't beating.
Three Months Later…
Sitting in the small cobble stone alley, my throat burned. It had been at least a month sense I had hunted properly, and sense I refused human blood, I was left to feed on the rats. As one skirted past my feet, I lunged forward grabbing the small rodent, draining it with two gulps. Disgusted, I tossed the carcass away. This was what I was reduced to.. What they reduced me to. If I had any strength at all, I would have been furious. But I was weak; A walking corpse, literally.
Once I escaped the place that stole my everything, I figured out what I was. Undead, but not alive. Existing, but never living; Passing more easily for a corpse than a human. Vampyre. I tried to ignore the needs, but after a week I broke and drained two Billy goats that had the unfortunate pleasure of crossing my path. It was then I decided to try and kill myself. I walked out in the sun, only to realize that I didn't burn, I fucking sparkled. What kind of sick joke was that? I stabbed myself, only for the knife to snap in two once it met my skin. I threw myself into the ocean, only to realize I didn't need air.
One night I snuck into a farmers cellar one night, to escape the snow and found a barrel of aging scotch. I drank the entire thing praying to be poisoned; I just threw up for hours. I was invincible. Had I not been so enraged the thought would have brought me the smallest amount of pleasure, instead of infuriating me, reducing me to a hissy fit that destroyed nearly half the Everglades.
After than I left; I ran and ran, until I wound up in Isles of Scilly, in the county of Cornwall. It was scarcely populated, with just over 2,000 humans and heavily wooded. It was perfect. I planned to spend the rest of my existence, like the troll under the bridge. Maybe few would notice, but as with the Troll, no one would venture to come and investigate. Although technically, The Three Billy Goats did, and yes, the Troll was stomped to death by Big Billy Goat Gruff, but the general outline, minus the agitators.
Scurrying feet caught my attention once more, and my head snapped towards the end of the alley. My thirst, so ravenous, I lost whatever sense of humanity I had left. Crouching into a hunting stance, I lunged forward, knocking into the side of the alley. The walls shook, but I paid no mind, draining another rat before I even could taste the blood. I spat, wiping my mouth on the back of my sleeve. Looking around frantically, I searching for anything to quench the insatiable thirst; And then I smelled it.
The most delicious scent I'd ever smelt. Human. My senses over rode my mind, corrupting my will and I stalked forward, stalking my prey. An obese man, probably in his late thirties, stood leaning against the wall of another alley. I could smell the alcohol dripping from his pours, coursing through his veins, hear his erratic heartbeat, the small murmur. I silently approached him, inhaling the beautiful perfume of his scent. Alcohol and obesity, combined with my nonexistent will power, made this foul human before me smell like the finest meal I'd ever encountered.
I bolted forward, suddenly in front of my prey. His eyes widened, full of fear and I grinned. I knew I probably looked ferial, insane. I was. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him farther back in the alley, yanking his neck to the side. His pulse point, teasingly throbbed against the paper thin skin of his neck. I grinned, my mouth attaching to the artery I so desired, drinking greedily.
It was delicious, the warm liquid that slid down my throat. The most delicious of any kill I'd made before, because this one was my first human. Before he could even scream, I was finished, drinking the two hundred pound man in less than two minutes. As the blood began to satiate the burn in my throat, my senses returned, the animal retreating as logic returned. I looked down, seeing the man drained at my feet. I cringed, kicking him further from me, before turning and running down the alley, past the town line and into the forest, never looking back.
Sometime later, how long I'm not sure, I stopped, deep in the forest. Dropping to my knees, I began to heave, dry sobs and animalistic sounds escaping my small form as I wept for the man, wept for his family, and for my soul. I decided, I needed to leave London, to leave this despair behind if possible. Running to the Port of London, I snuck on to a cargo ship and hid behind one of the many piles of crates. Curling into my self, holding on to my legs, I slowly rocked back and forth, desperate to find some comfort, some form of solace; I didn't.
Seven days later, the small cargo shipped arrived in Halifax, Canada. I moved from my hiding spot, out to the deck where I could see several burly men a few feet away, talking and completely oblivious to me. I jumped off, onto the dock and began running, trying to keep at a human pace in case anyone saw me. Once I reached the main land, I found the forest and began to run again, staying away from humans, only stopping to hunt. Two sun downs later, I was in the most lush part of the forest I had found sense London.
Over flowing with wild life of all kinds, plants, shrubbery. It was a small paradise, and I cherished it. I stopped running and began to explore, memorizing the small oasis. Every tree, every plant, every small insect or rodent reminded me of what I used to be, and what I wasn't anymore. This all looked oddly familiar, although I couldn't figure out why.
I tried to shake the feeling but it was hard, down right impossible.
The smell hit me first; Like grass, mold, and dirt, foul. It was deer. Then I heard the feet of the herd a mile south. I headed towards the smell, as foul as it was, I wasn't going to drain another human just so satiate my vile desires. I watched them from a far, a large doe catching my eye. She strayed from the herd, walking towards a small pond to have a drink. Then I pounced; She didn't even have time to react, she didn't even see me coming. My mouth saught out her neck as she fought feebly against my impenetrable hold. My teeth cut easily through her hide, through the muscles, the blood flowing freely as her struggles ceased, and the flow of blood reduced.
In my hunger ravened mind, I didn't notice the flash of eyes in the darkness, nor the sound of the approaching paws, until it was too late. Turning in an instant, I was met with four of the biggest wolves I'd ever seen in my life. My human mind reacted before my Vampyre one, and I screamed.
Cliffhanger, I know. =D
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