It is vain to look for a defense against lightning Publilius Syrus
Inspired and dedicated:
The short second life of Bree Tanner and "Still Beating"
Neither of which belongs to me….I'm just writing so that I don't have to do those stupid scientific reviews for Mammalogy…but I have to…: (
Oh if there are grammatical errors, I'm sorry. This idea popped into my head so I wrote it around midnight and concluded this chapter directly 2.32 am…so gimme a break!
A nomadic vampire's path crosses with the Olympian Coven. Will her scattered past allow her to let the new family in? - [4 years after BD but starts in 2001] - [Rated M for abuse, strong language & violence]
Chapter 1: Scarred creations
"This will teach you to keep your mouth shut you filthy little whore." The voice of my step father rang loudly in my ears, until the sole of his foot collided with my left arm. The crunching sound and sharp pain in my arm made my vision waver I was happy for that.
I screamed out in pain and cowered into a damp corner of the basement, my place of rest or bedroom if you'd like to call it that. I wouldn't, because this is where I experienced all my torture and received no rest. I heard his dark chuckle but refused to open my eyes. The sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper being undone made my stomach knot and my mind protested to fight back, but I couldn't. I was weak, and he knew it. I would forever be weak, fragile, vulnerable and easy prey.
The evil grabbed my hair as I continued to scream still not fighting back and he threw me unto the mattress that I called bed. I closed my eyes tighter and held my breath as he threw himself on me. Thankfully, the last blow sent enough blood to my head to allowing me to black out.
I opened my eyes, even though my entire body and mind shouted at me to remain there, to pretend to be dead. I sat up and the pain seared through my body. I heard the stomping of footsteps from the kitchen just above the basement. I swallowed the lump in my throat and got up, ignoring the protests coming from my paining abdomen and throbbing head. I looked down at the blood stained mattress; frowning while holding back my tears I braced it against the wall. I grunted as I walked over to the small dirty sink in the small dirty basement, to wash up for school the other form of torture that my mother and step father chose to bestow upon me. I refused to look at myself in the broken mirror, it would only convince me that I deserved everything that was done to me. And I knew I didn't. Last night's beating was caused by me saying that I had to bath my one year old step sister, Nina, and couldn't make him dinner just yet.
After washing up quickly and changing into a set of less torn and stained clothes; an old grey long sleeved graphic tee and faded jeans, I dragged myself up the stairs keeping my head down. I entered the kitchen to see the happy family eating at the small crocked dining table.
"Where the fuck were you?" my mother sneered at me. Nina flinched in her high chair, sometimes I thought she knew what was going on.
I bent my head lower and whimpered, "I had to get ready for school."
"You couldn't have done it faster? I had to make breakfast for your father." She continued to shout but didn't get up.
I walked over to the sink and got a glass of water, "He isn't my father." I whispered as I washed the glass and put it back in its place.
I turned around just in time to receive a sharp slap from my loving mother.
"Don't you ever say that again." She shouted as she punched me in the stomach and walked away. I glanced at the evil and saw that he was smiling while he sipped his coffee.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled to her and went over to get Nina.
"Where are you going with her?" the evil roared at me.
I cowered back, "I I have to get her ready for daycare."
Nina face changed to one of disdain as she looked at her father, she grabbed her sippy cup and threw it, hitting him directly in the head. I grabbed her out of the high chair, mostly to protect her but I knew I would never hit her, or me if I had her in my arms. He just glared as mom tried to calm him. I ran into Nina's room just down the narrow hall and prepared her in her best.
When I walked back to the kitchen, they were gone and I was free to get something to eat, not much though. After eating I cleaned up as much as I could and left for school, dropping Nina off as I walked the three blocks towards Oakridge High. We had moved to Oakridge after my last school threatened to report my mother for abuse and neglect, in my freshman year, which was last year.
I walked down the halls, hearing and not hearing the laughter and teasing coming from the other students, I stopped at my locker only to see that it had been vandalized again. I ripped off the sticky notes in fury and threw them on the floor. It was just my luck to be hauled in by the hall monitor. The laughter continued as I was forced to pick up the pieces of paper and throw it into a nearby garbage bin. I opened my locker, sticking my head in to cry for a few seconds.
"Hey don't you know how to have a shower Skanklar?" laughed a cheerleader as she passed by with her clones. I didn't know her name and didn't mind not knowing it. Having no friends or enemies made it easier to hide the scars and I didn't need to explain it to anyone. I ignored her but wiped my tears away before I turned back to the corridor.
"Don't you know how to stop spreading your legs Brooke? You're starting to walk funny." Shouted the jock that usually picked up for me, his locker was right beside mine. He had always attempted to talk to me, but I couldn't, so I never learnt his name. Several of the jocks friends laughed at his joke along with the other students that were in the vicinity. I just closed my eyes while slamming my locker. I pushed myself to walk away but was stopped by a group of jocks blocking my way.
"Whoa there. You're not getting away that fast." One of them said as he stepped in front of me.
"Yea, come on, Jason has been picking up for you since you got here and you haven't thanked him yet." Chuckled another, I finally knew the name of my locker buddy. I knew from his tone that it was his way of being nice but I kept my head low and tried to maneuver myself out of the group.
"I don't know who Jason is and I never asked him to pick up for me." I said quietly and pushed past them.
But one grabbed my arm, my already injured arm and pulled me back. I screamed in pain, causing a few people to look at us, the boy let my arm go in panic. I breathed through clenched teeth trying to catch my breath and rubbed my arm. Tears burned my cheek and I braced myself against the lockers. The pain brought back the events of the prior night and the gasps escaped as I slid to the cold ground.
Jason, my locker buddy, bent down in front of me, looking worried, he touched my shoulder to get my attention, "Skylar, Are you okay?"
He knew my name?
I nodded not wanting to make myself noticed anymore, I pushed myself to stand, Jason helped me by lifting me, but his hand graced against the wound in my side making me flinch back with a gasp.
"No, you're not." He muttered sounding more worried. I heard the distant apology of the boy that grabbed me but ignored him.
"Yes, I am." I said firmly and pulled away from Jason, for the first time looking directly at him. His handsome features made my heart pain. His warm brown eyes locked with mine, even his smile was warm. His blonde hair looked like the sun had gifted him with some of her striking glory. I looked away immediately not wanting to see someone like that.
"Skyl " Jason began but I cut him off, "I said I'm fine. So please let it go." And I walked away.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-**-*-*-*-Time Lap to last period of class-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
I was sitting in the back of the class, as usual, listening to Mr. Brown discuss the cold wars when the announcement for me to go to the principal's office sounded over the AP system. I cautiously made my way to the office, pushing the door open and walking into the room where the secretary gestured for me to enter.
As always I kept my head low and entered the room. I looked up to see the principal, with a look of concern on her face, sitting behind her desk, the school couch and nurse standing beside her and Jason sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He looked at me as I entered, he looked regretful and unsure.
"Please have a seat Ms. Chesters." The principal said gesturing to the available seat. I quickly took up the offer, my head pounding from the sudden migraine.
"Good afternoon." I said to all of them looking at the floor.
"And to you. Skylar we have something…delicate to ask you. And we'd like it if you were honest with us." She said.
I nodded, not looking directly at her.
"Jason tells us that you might have hurt your arm. You don't mind if we let the nurse look at it, do you?"
"Yes, I mind." I muttered.
"And why is that?"
"I I have my own doctor. He says it's nothing serious."
"I understand. But as the principal I have to be worried about my students. So would you mind if I asked you to bring a doctor's medical report or note for me to see?
"I'll bring it tomorrow." I said quickly, surprised by my even tone of speaking. Maybe it was the realization that when I tell my mother about this tonight, she'd kill me. End this fetid existence of mine.
"Bright and early, okay?" she smiled warmly. Why couldn't I have a woman like this as my mother?
What did I do in a past life to deserve a life like this?
I nodded quickly.
"Thank you. You two can go back to class."
I got up and half ran out the office and down the hall.
"Skylar." I heard Jason call out to me as I ran into the girl's washroom. Thankfully no one was in here. I locked myself in a cubicle and held myself as the tears began to flow. I heard the washroom door open, so I shut my mouth instantaneously.
A light rap on the cubicle door made me gasp lightly.
"Skylar…" Jason voice said from the other side.
I closed my eyes and sighed out loud.
"Why did you lie?" he choked on his words.
"You're lying now."
"How would you know? You don't even know me."
"Actually I know you better than anyone. I am your locker buddy." He chuckled.
I found myself smiling at the sound of his voice.
"You know, the girl's washroom smells weird…" he continued, an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Lack of stale pee." I sighed, I couldn't find my voice for laughter, but he did.
"Yeah I think that's it."
There was silence for a few minutes.
"Why do you think I'm lying?" if I survived tonight, I might as well be prepared to hid things better.
"You're not very good at hiding scars or bruises."
"I play sports."
"No you don't. I play sports. You are never in the gym or any sports centre in the area."
"In another area."
"I followed you home and "
"You were stalking me." I grumbled to weak and in pain to be angry.
"No, No. I was worried. When I saw a scar on your neck, I thought you were in trouble with one of the gangs in the area. I was just looking out for you…"
"I don't know exactly." He sighed deeply.
"What did you…see when you followed me home?"
"Nothing at first. But then I kept following you home and saw nothing again. But then you came to school the next day with new bruises. So I camped out one night. That's that's when I heard you screaming in the basement. It was hard for me to see him hitting you and do nothing. I thought that you would have said something but you never did. So I decided to take matters in my own hands after this morning."
I listened carefully to every word he had to say. It warmed my fragile heart but I couldn't allow it.
"I don't know what you heard but it wasn't what you think it was."
"Skylar…why are you protecting him?" he said in an angry tone, making me wonder how much he had seen.
"It's not him that I'm protecting. He can die slowly and painfully for all I care."
"Then your little sister…" he sighed in understanding.
"Better me than her, right?"
"Wrong. Neither of you should go through that…"
I smiled again, not something I did in the last few years.
"You're surprising very insightful for a jock."
"Don't believe everything you see in movies."
"I don't look at movies. Too unrealistic."
"…read in books…" he chuckled.
A small laugh escaped my lips.
"That's the first time I heard you laugh."
"I think that's the first time I've laughed in eight years."
"You haven't laughed since you were eight?"
"Guess that's all the explanation I'll get…" he laughed again.
"You ready to come out of there?"
"Please…promise that you won't say anything to the principal."
"Fine." He grumbled but I knew he would. Part of me hoped that he would be before sun down.
I opened the door and walked out, he was braced against the door beside the one I was in.
I didn't look at him, I just walked over to the sink and washed my face. He handed me some tissue, I saw him frowning in the mirror.
"You're very strong you know?" he said quiet serious.
I scoffed, "That's why I get beat up and" I paused "…every night."
His eyes widen with anger and he pulled me into a hug. Something I had only experienced through Nina, but this was different, a different type of care. I didn't hug him back so he eventually released me.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…grab you like that."
I shook my head to say I wasn't angry, "Just surprised me…"
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*Time skip to later that night-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
His large hand came down in a heavy punch unto my face. He was hitting my face, which meant that he didn't care about hiding anything, which further meant that he was going to kill me.
"I didn't know you were that stupid!" Mom shouted over Nina's cries. I bet she knew my end was close.
"Hide! That's all I asked you to do! It was simple, don't let anyone close enough to know!" he shouted this as he kicked me in the stomach. I fell forward, knocking over a lamp. I quickly crawled on all fours into a corner, trying to get out of Nina's line of sight. I could hear her cries for me.
The evil came after me, he continued to kick me, even though I couldn't move.
"They want something to report, I'll give them it! Your dead body, you fucking slut!"
He picked up a side table and threw it at me. The heavy wood collided with my head and the blood began to rush out.
Fight back! I heard the voices shouting.
You have to live!
The blood in my eyes were probably playing tricks on me, because I was certain that I saw several other people standing in that room, besides the evil and my mother who was pulling Nina away.
I braced myself against the wall, just as he pulled back from his last punch, smiling down at me. I glanced over him a gasped. I did see others.
They looked faded, with deep circles under their saddened eyes.
It's not your time to join us. Fight back, said a faded woman.
Don't let him do this! Shouted another from beside her.
Another kick to my stomach made blood gush out my mouth, I spat it out.
FIGHT! The faded beings said together.
I looked up at them and mumbled, "Ghosts?"
They nodded in sync.
"You will be, don't worry." Sneered the evil with a malicious grin on his face.
FIGHT! They shouted again.
"NO I WON'T!" I growled and lunged at him, pushing him back into the TV. I ran past my mother and Nina without a second glance and ran out the front door.
I coughed as the pain took over me.
Keep going. Run into the woods, one of the faded lady instructed.
I don't know why I listened to them but I did. I stumbled into the scant forest not too far from my home and found a stream. I collapsed beside it and waited for the blackness or white light or whatever it is you see when your existence ceases to be.
What I saw was not what I expected, a beautiful dark skinned woman standing over me. A part of me told me to run, but my guardian ghosts smiled and said not to.
"You will get back at him." The beautiful woman said in a melodic voice. She kneeled beside me and smiled.
"This will hurt, lovely girl. But you will be happy after." She leaned in and bit me.
The pain was horrid, but numbing and I had gotten used to pain.
After waking up three days after the beautiful woman introduced herself as Denise, she told me what I had become, the rules I should follow and why my throat had burnt so much. She had been witnessing my torture for the past week and knew she would eventually change me. For the first time in my life I felt powerful despite my petite form, invincible and beautiful. My long brown hair looked shinier and rich, my olive green eyes where now the striking red that most newborn vampires possessed. Everything about this new life intrigued me besides the feeding methods. But something was lacking, I felt like my heart was frozen and only one face and voice could warm it.
A week had passed and I still couldn't bring myself to feed on humans. Even though I knew no one from the area, I couldn't look them in the eyes and hurt them. I felt just like the evil I had once known. Denise grew frustrated with me and eventually left me. I stayed away from humans, hiding in the White Mountain National forest; I stayed there for weeks, hoping that the thirst would eventually kill me. But it didn't. While hiding in a cave I came across a black bear, I killed and drained it without a second thought. But it sedated my thirst. Then I remembered from my fuzzy human memories, reading a novel about a vampire that fed on animals to retain his humanity Stefan Salvatore was it not?
I hunted for the first time, quenching enough of the thirst so that I could grow the restraint for my revenge. I needed to protect Nina, not hurt her.
A month later
It was dark and raining, perfect. No one would hear his cries for help.
I walked up to the door, I could hear him in the living room with my mother. Nina was asleep already. The two weren't even talking about me. They managed to get a new TV though, even though they couldn't buy decent clothes for me to go to school.
I snarled as I remembered my last day here. I pushed the door off its hinges without much effort and waited. A minute later he came charging out with a shot gun in his hands with my mother behind him. But their scents repulsed me, which was surprising since Denise had told me every human would appeal to me.
I grimaced at their vomit inducing smell.
Both their eyes bulged as they looked at me.
"You you got a lot of nerves sho ."
"Shut up!" I growled as my lips curled back exposing my shiny teeth.
He cocked his gun and glared while my mother whimpered behind him.
I laughed happily, "Give me your best shot you pussy!"
He roared in anger and pulled the trigger. I easily caught the bullets and crushed them into dust.
"Tsk Tsk. That was pitiful." I smiled and sauntered towards them. They ran back into the living room. I was in front of them in a matter of seconds.
I saw my mother inhale to scream.
You might call me heartless when I say this…
I shoved my marble like hand into her chest. I felt her ribs as they broke against my hand, making a beautiful cracking sound. She choked on her own blood. The evil tried to run, but I grabbed him by the neck and made him watch. He punched at me but shouted in pain has his hands connected it my skin.
I slowly turned back to my mother, who was surprisingly still alive, and smiled menacingly, "Have fun in hell." And I pulled her heart out. It squirted her revolting blood all over my face so I threw it in a corner and watched her body drop to the ground.
The foolish man hadn't stopped trying to hurt me to I threw him against a wall. I walked elegantly towards him.
"I was going to end you fast. But now…I want to have some fun."
He tried to crawl away, so I kicked him in the face, he flew backwards like a frill ragdoll.
He was knocked unconscious for a while, so I took that time to clean up, gather up all of Nina's things, along with some of mine and placed them gently by the door.
When I was done he still wasn't awake, so I sat in his chair. The one that I sat in, which made him first touch me…I would have rather him beat me to a pulp. But the moment he looked at me with lust I knew I'd prefer death than to let him have me. I was too weak to fight for myself then but now…I smiled.
He groaned in pain, finally telling me that he was awake. He gasped when he saw me and screamed for help. Just then a bolt of lightning struck close by and I felt a surge of energy. I shot out the chair and was even more aware. I ignored his screams when I felt a suddenly pull to the power outlet. I approached it with outstretched hands and a flash of light came out of the outlet towards my hands. They small electric arcs of light danced around my fingers, I didn't feel a twinge of pain. So this was my power? I thought remembering Denise telling me that some vampires possessed extra abilities.
I smiled and turned back to the screaming and sorry excuse of a man.
"Let's experiment." I stretched my hands towards him and aimed the electric pulses at him. They immediately flew from my hands towards him and connected to his body. His body jolted and stopped. His heart had sounded like it would explode.
I laughed in delight and his whimpered.
"Shock therapy!" I laughed as I drew in some more electric charges and shot it to him. I don't know how I did it but I loved them feeling.
After a few minutes I got bored of 'shock therapy' so I went on to break every bone in his body. I was so glad that Nina was a hard sleeper; she slept through all his screams. I sat him down in his favorite chair and smiled down at the crying man. I got an empty syringe from his drugs stash and hummed 'Living Lavita Loca'.
"Wha What " he managed to whimper.
"Shut up please. You're messing with my mellow." I pulled at the syringe to fill it with air and stuck it in his arm, pushing the air into his vain.
"Happy heart attack." I laughed and walked away.
"I'm going to miss you baby." I smiled down at the sleeping Nina.
I could smell the delicious blood flowing through the occupants of the house. I could hear them clearly. I had picked this family specifically for Nina, they were perfect and she would be happy. I knew they would accept her, no one could refuse her overwhelming green eyes.
I wrapped her more snuggly in the blanket and set her down on the covered porch besides the boxes of her things. The family inside didn't even hear me when I came to drop them off first. I rapped on the door several times until I heard the woman come to the door. I ran a good distance away and observed. The woman cried when she saw Nina and pulled her into her arms.
I smiled and ran, and I kept running for a long time. With the emptiness in my heart that I knew only one person could have filled but I couldn't bring him into this world. I never saw him after that first day of actually seeing him. But I longed to, so to protect him from me…I ran, with little money in my pocket and scrappy clothes on my back, to South America.
I spent the ten years in the northern part of the Amazon, travelling between Venezuela to Guyana eventually travelling south to Brazil. It was Brazil that I finally met others of my kind, the Amazons, as they called themselves. They were curious as to how I developed my diet, saying that they knew others that followed the same regimen. I spent a year with them, as they told me the story of the Cullens and their almost utter destruction with the Volturi. After that year I had two choices; join the Volturi and allow them to exploit my abilities or the Cullens who shared my diet.
Hope you enjoyed...and don't worry your pretty little heads, the Cullen clan will be in the next chapter...
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