Violet Baxter never thinks all of this is real. She never imagine that she would be created as a weapon for an army: an army of newborn vampires. As the army is destroyed, she learns that she can turn invisible. With the fear of being discovered by the Volturi, Violet is placed in London, thanks to Carlisle Cullen, and is introduced to the Khotlers, the British Coven. There, she learns the laws of vampire society.
But when she and her new family get invited to a wedding, Violet discovers the secrets about her family and community as well as having her stepmother terrorising them. And this time, she is not running away.
{end of Eclipse and beginning of Breaking Dawn}
⚠️ CONTENT WARNING ⚠️
This fanfiction contains discussions of abusive parents, trauma, death of a minor, rape, sexual assault, violent and graphic scenes of vampire and werewolf attacks, and other mature themes/content. Reader discretion is advised. Your mental health matters.
UPON OUR RETURN TO LONDON, THE CITY was enveloped in a shroud of darkness. The night sky sparkled with stars, resembling precious diamonds that illuminated the world beneath. It was a mesmerizing spectacle, one that left me in awe. The nocturnal beauty of nature was truly captivating.
After settling down, I ventured outside and found solace on a tree stump. The crescent moon radiated a gentle glow, casting its ethereal light upon everything it touched. Lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but ponder about Ayla and her newfound life as a Child of the Moon. Would our paths cross again? Would our connection endure?
My mind then wandered to Bella and Edward's honeymoon. Despite Jacob's outburst, I wondered if they were still able to find joy in their time together. His ignorance astounded me. Merely because I was a vampire, he believed he had the right to pass judgment? What a foolish and narrow-minded guy.
As I sat amidst the forest, the rustling leaves and the melodious chirping of birds were the only sounds that graced the air. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps, courtesy of my heightened senses.
"Hello, flower," I recognised his smooth and velvety voice.
My head turned and I saw him, standing by a tree, wearing his burgundy suit, dark purple waistcoat, and black trousers and shoes. His arms were crossed over his chest and his pet raven Lenore resting on his left shoulder. His gleaming red eyes were watching me and I smiled at him.
"Hello, Shadow Man," I replied.
Ingram chuckled. "How was the wedding? I'm sure Lenore had been keeping you company."
"The wedding was just fine," I said and I took a deep breath in when I accidentally brushed my bitten wrist on my leg, the stinging sensation returning briefly.
Ingram's eyes flickered to my wrist, his gaze sharp and inquisitive. "You seem pensive tonight, Violet. Is there something troubling you?"
I hesitated, my fingers instinctively grazing the scar left by my father's bite. It was more than just a physical reminder; it was a mark of the turmoil that still lingered within me. "It's nothing I can't handle," I said, attempting to deflect.
Ingram stepped closer, his presence a blend of concern and curiosity. "You know you don't have to face everything alone. We're allies, aren't we?"
A sigh escaped my lips. "It's... complicated. My family is complicated."
"Family always is," Ingram replied with a knowing smile. "Care to share more?"
The sincerity in his eyes broke down my resolve. "My father... he's a werewolf. During a fight, he bit me. That's why I have this mark, the Lunaris mark." I held up my wrist, showing the faint crescent scar. "My stepmother Dina was there too. It was a night I'd rather forget, but it's impossible to erase."
Ingram's eyes darkened, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "I had no idea. That's quite a burden to bear."
"And there's more," I continued, my voice softening. "Ayla, my half-sister... she's recently become a Child of the Moon. A werewolf, like our father. I'm worried about her, about what this means for us."
Ingram nodded slowly, processing the information. "I see. You're concerned that her transformation will drive a wedge between you, or worse, put her in danger."
"Exactly," I replied. "She's strong, but the world she's entering is fraught with peril. And our connection... I fear it might not withstand the strain."
Ingram placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Family bonds are resilient, Violet. And you're not alone in this. We'll find a way to keep her safe and maintain your connection."
His words offered a semblance of comfort. Then, his crimson gaze fell upon my bitten wrist. "May I take a closer look?"
Without hesitation, I extended my wrist towards him, allowing him to examine the mark. The crescent-shaped bite stood out against my pale skin, its silver glimmer catching the moonlight. Ingram's eyes narrowed as he studied it, his fingers gently tracing the scar. A tingling warmth spread through my veins, ignited by his touch.
"Does it hurt?" he inquired, concern etched into his features.
"Only when touched," I admitted, a mixture of pain and longing lingering in my voice.
Ingram looked up, his gaze locking with mine, and it seemed like he was pained by the fact.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you," Ingram murmured, his voice heavy with empathy. "I wish I could have been there to help you and—."
"But Lenore helped me," I said to him.
Ingram's expression softened. "Lenore is a remarkable companion. She sees more than most and understands the unspoken struggles."
I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards the raven. "She was there when I needed someone the most. Her presence brought me comfort in those darkest moments."
Ingram smiled, a touch of pride in his eyes as he glanced at Lenore. "She's been with me for centuries, always by my side. I'm glad she could be there for you too."
Silence fell between us, the kind that was heavy with unspoken words but also comforting in its familiarity. The bond we shared, though forged in the shadows, was unbreakable.
Finally, Ingram spoke again. "I promise you, Violet, no matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together. Your family may be complicated, but you have another family here too—,"
A rustle of the leaves interrupted our conversation. I turned my head and saw Gabriel walking towards me.
"Hello, Violet," he greeted me with a charming smile.
"Hey, Gabriel," I replied, looking up at him.
Gabriel's presence was always a source of warmth and strength, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this complex existence.
He approached us, his eyes flicking between Ingram and me, curiosity evident. "I see you've been having a deep conversation," he remarked, his tone light but understanding.
I nodded, glancing at Ingram.
"Just catching up," Ingram replied, adding a smirk. "How's Joseph doing?"
Gabriel chuckled, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "He's his usual self. You know how he is—always ready to read people."
"That's Joseph for you."
"Joseph wanted to talk to you, Ingram," Gabriel then added, his expression serious. "He missed you."
Ingram's eyes narrowed, seemingly off guard by his sentence. "I'll keep that in mind."
All Gabriel could do was nod.
Ingram glanced at me. "Goodbye for now, flower."
"Goodbye, Shadow Man," I replied softly, watching as Ingram turned and disappeared into the shadows, Lenore following closely behind. His departure left a hollow feeling in my chest, a mixture of anticipation and dread about the days to come.
Gabriel's eyes lingered on the spot where Ingram had stood. "He's always been enigmatic, hasn't he?"
I nodded.
Gabriel stepped closer to me, and we stood in silence for a few seconds, enjoying each other's company. The cool night air wrapped around us, a reminder of our immortal nature. Finally, Gabriel broke the silence, his voice a gentle whisper that seemed to blend with the rustling leaves.
"So, how are you feeling?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
I hesitated, searching for the right words. "I'm okay," I replied, letting out a deep sigh. "It's just that... Everything has been crazy for me."
Gabriel's eyes, dark and ancient, bore into mine, urging me to continue. "How so?" he asked, his eyes filled with curiosity.
"Well, for starters, my childhood friend turns out to be a... very big dog and won't talk to me for obvious reasons. My stepmother and half-sister turn out to be werewolves, and Gavin has always been one of them. And I'm a unique yet powerful vampire in existence. It's crazy," I said, feeling overwhelmed. The weight of my new reality pressed down on me, a constant reminder of how drastically my life had changed.
Gabriel nodded, understanding etched into his features. "No one says being a vampire is easy," he said, his voice filled with wisdom. "Being alive for centuries can bring life to full excitement. Adventures, discoveries, and meeting new people."
I couldn't help but smirk at his words. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just scared about what's going to happen now."
Gabriel placed his hand on mine, his touch was cool, yet comforting. "Don't worry, Violet. we'll be here for you every step of the way."
I wrapped my arms around Gabriel's broad shoulders, feeling the warmth of his embrace. A smile spread across my face as I whispered, "Thanks, Dad." But as soon as the words left my lips, I knew I had made a mistake. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what I had done. I had called Gabriel 'Dad'.
Gabriel's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he asked, "Dad?"
Crap. I tried to come up with an explanation. I had already made the mistake of calling Helena 'Mum', and now this. I was a mess.
"Do you consider me as a father figure?" Gabriel asked, his voice gentle and kind.
I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. I wasn't sure how to answer. The truth was, Gabriel and Helena had become more like parents to me than my own ever were.
But before I could say anything, Gabriel pulled me into an even tighter embrace. I felt a strange sense of happiness wash over me, something I had never felt before with Gavin. His presence was a balm to my troubled soul.
"It's okay," Gabriel chuckled as he hugged me. "Even Helena and I consider you as a daughter."
I laughed and sighed in relief, feeling the tension in my body release. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I belonged somewhere. We stayed in our embrace for a few more moments before Gabriel suggested we go hunting.
"There's a couple of deer in this part of the woods. Want to go hunt?" he asked.
"Sure," I answered, feeling a sense of excitement bubble up inside me.
We ran speedily through the woods, our vampire speed making it feel like we were flying. The wind rushed past us, carrying the scents of the forest and the promise of the hunt.
As we ran through the forest at nightfall, I couldn't help but think that maybe life as a vampire wasn't such a bad thing after all. This was the new beginning of my new life, and I was excited to see where it would take me. The forest around us blurred into a tapestry of greens and browns, and I felt a thrill of exhilaration that was uniquely vampire.
For the first time, I embraced my new identity fully, ready to face whatever came next.
AS I AWAKENED, MY EYES FLUTTERED OPEN, only to be momentarily dazzled by a radiant light that bathed the ceiling in its brilliance. It couldn't possibly be the gym, for the lights were switched off. Gradually, I shifted my gaze towards the left, and what I beheld was nothing short of awe-inspiring. A grand tapestry of paintings and gothic writings adorned the wall, creating an atmosphere of enchantment. Did my home possess such a magnificent display? I struggled to recollect. Then, my eyes wandered to the right, and there, before me, lay a breathtaking vista of the morning sky, framed by a lush canopy of trees that enveloped the earth.
This was not my sanctuary. Panic surged through me as I desperately tried to piece together the puzzle of my whereabouts and how I had arrived in this bewildering place.
I strained my mind to recall the events leading up to my blackout. I was at Forks High School. I was engaged in a fierce battle against Gavin and Dina. Ayla had been taken hostage by them, used as a lure. They were true werewolves, Children of the Moon, and Gavin and Dina were determined to end my life. Echoing voices called out to me, and a sharp sting emanated from my wrist.
I remembered the pain of the werewolf's teeth piercing my skin, the searing sensation that shot through my veins. The last thing I remembered was collapsing to the ground, my vision fading into darkness.
And to think, I had believed the transformation into a vampire was the epitome of agony.
"Violet?" A soft, feminine voice gently called out to me.
I blinked, struggling to focus on the source of the voice.
"Violet?" A smooth, masculine voice followed suit.
Blinking again, my eyes gradually adjusted to the light. As I looked up, my heart swelled with a mix of confusion and relief. There, before me, stood Carlisle and Helena, their warm smiles washing over me. It suddenly dawned on me that I knew them.
But why were they here? How had they found me in this unfamiliar place that seemed so far from the sanctuary I had hoped for? Questions flooded my mind, threatening to overwhelm me once again.
I rose from the long table, noticing the white cloth that covered it. My eyes scanned the room, taking in the intricate details of the decor. It was like nothing I had ever seen before.
"Where am I?" I inquired, my voice trembling with confusion and fear.
"You're in my living room," Carlisle responded, his voice calm and reassuring. "In my family's house."
"How long was I out?" I asked, my mind racing with questions and concerns.
"Two days," Helena chimed in, her voice soft and gentle. "The power you demonstrated that night must have made you exhausted and collapsed."
As I processed this information, my thoughts turned to the school. "So, the school..." I trailed off, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Don't worry," Carlisle reassured me. "The school still stands. A few broken windows but it still stands."
I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that my old school was still intact. But then, I remembered Ayla. "What about her?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.
"She's fine," Carlisle replied. "She's here. She wanted to see if you're alright before she goes."
I couldn't believe it. Ayla was here, with me. And not only that, but Carlisle and Helena knew about her too. "Do you all know about her?" I asked, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"Yes," Helena replied, her golden eyes sparkling with excitement. "She told us everything. I can't believe she is a werewolf... Sorry, Child of the Moon. I mean, Gabriel did tell me but..."
I interrupted her, my anxiety starting to rise. "What about the others?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Your family, Carlisle, my family, and the Denali Coven. Seth, Leah...?"
Helena immediately hugged me, and I felt my anxiety melt away. It was strange, but I couldn't remember anyone ever hugging me before, except for Ayla. As we pulled away from each other, I knew that everything was going to be okay.
"They're fine," she responded with a smile. "Everyone's fine. We're safe."
But my mind couldn't help but wander to my stepmother, Dina, a Child of the Moon, who wanted to kill me.
"And what about Dina?" I asked through clenched teeth. "Did you happen to catch a glimpse of her?"
Carlisle shook his head. "No, unfortunately not. When your power was unleashed, she ran from the school."
A small sigh of relief escaped my lips. "Well, I suppose that's one silver lining. I won't have to lay eyes on her again."
"I must admit, you've given us quite the startle," Carlisle exclaimed, his voice trembling with relief.
"Me? I frightened all of you?" I asked incredulously, my mind still racing from the shock of it all.
"Violet, you scared us out of our wits," Helena chimed in, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Your powers, they're beyond anything we could have ever imagined."
"I scared myself a little too," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.
"We were all so worried about you," Helena said, her concern etched on her face. "We've been on edge ever since it happened."
"I'm sorry," I apologised, feeling guilty for causing such a commotion.
Helena let out a deep sigh and looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Helena," Carlisle interjected, sensing the tension in the air. "We have no idea what else she's capable."
The room fell silent as we all contemplated the magnitude of what had just occurred. It was clear that my powers were far greater than any of us had ever imagined, and the thought of what else I might be capable of was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Then, the door swung open, revealing a tall male vampire with golden eyes and ebony hair.
"Eleazar," Carlisle greeted him warmly.
Eleazar turned his gaze towards me, offering a relieved smile before shifting his attention back to Carlisle.
"Carlisle, it's a great relief to see her awake," Eleazar began, his voice calm and composed. "Gabriel didn't tell us that they have a maxima in his coven?"
Carlisle's eyes widened in surprise at Eleazar's words, and he turned to me with a mixture of shock and curiosity.
"A maxima?" he repeated, his voice filled with wonder. "Violet, do you have any idea what he's talking about?"
I shook my head, just as confused as Carlisle. Eleazar chuckled softly before explaining.
"A vampire maxima is a rare and powerful vampire with abilities that surpass those of ordinary vampires," he clarified, his gaze never leaving mine. "It seems that you, Violet, are one of these rare beings."
Helena blinked, her head bowing slightly. She regarded me with her newfound golden eyes, realization dawning upon her. "That would explain your extraordinary capabilities. The ability to turn invisible and the glimpse of that energy blast we witnessed upon your arrival," she remarked.
"An energy blast?" Eleazar interjected, his voice filled with intrigue. "That is an exceedingly rare gift indeed."
I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on me, their astonishment and curiosity palpable in the air. The room was filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation, as we all grappled with the implications of my powers.
"What exactly does a vampire maxima have?" I began to question them, curious about it.
"A vampire maxima possesses more than two distinct abilities," Eleazar explained. "Each from different categories, include physical enhancement, mental abilities, sensory enhancement and unique talents."
"We know you have invisibility, both mentally and physically, as Joseph did pointed out one time with Gabriel, when you first hunted," Helena added. "He also theorised that you might have superhuman strength too, especially with Seth's account of you fighting the werewolves by yourself."
"Superhuman strength?" I repeated, my mind reeling with the possibilities. It was all starting to make sense now - the moments of inexplicable power, the ease with which I had dispatched the werewolves. I was beginning to understand the extent of my own abilities.
Eleazar nodded, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Yes, it seems that way. And there may be more abilities that have yet to manifest. A maxima's powers can continue to evolve and grow over time."
I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride mixed with trepidation. Being a maxima meant that I was different, special. But it also meant that I had a responsibility to understand and control these newfound powers.
Then, I thought about Joseph's abilities. "Wait a minute, Joseph can sense other abilities and have telepathy. How come he's not a maxima but I am?"
"Ah, Joseph," Eleazar mused, his eyes glinting with intrigue. "While he possesses remarkable talents, they do not fall under the criteria of a maxima. It seems that your unique combination of abilities sets you apart, Violet."
Carlisle nodded in agreement, his analytical mind already at work. "It's possible that being a maxima is not solely determined by the number of abilities, but rather the rarity and potency of those abilities," he hypothesized.
Helena chimed in, her voice filled with curiosity. "Perhaps it's the way these abilities intertwine and complement each other that makes you a true maxima, Violet. A perfect harmony of power."
As the realization sank in, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride mixed with a tinge of apprehension. Being a maxima meant that I had a responsibility to harness and control my powers for the greater good. It was both exhilarating and daunting.
Eleazar's gaze softened as he looked at me, his voice filled with reassurance. "Violet, your journey is just beginning. As a maxima, you hold a unique place in our world, and it's crucial to understand and master your abilities. We're here to help you every step of the way."
I nodded, absorbing the weight of his words. The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of my actions bearing down on me.
"Is Ayla here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see her. And the family."
Helena's response was immediate, her words tumbling out like a waterfall. "She's still here," she said, her voice tinged with sadness. "She's been a crying mess. Blames herself for your outburst."
I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Ayla, always taking the blame for things that weren't her fault. She was a gentle soul, with a heart as big as the sky. Whenever I found myself in trouble with Gavin and Dina, she would blame herself for being the reason. She thought she had ruined my life because of her and her mother. But I knew better. I knew that she was the light that guided me through the darkness.
"Ethan and Seth would try and cheer her up," Carlisle added, his voice soft and soothing. "And they did."
I glanced at them, my heart swelling with gratitude. They were my family, my rock, my everything. "Um, Mum, would you mind getting Ayla?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I want to talk to her."
"Mum?" Helena said, her eyes wide with confusion.
"Helena," I quickly corrected myself, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Haha, I meant Helena."
Helena gave me a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and surprise. "Of course, Violet. I'll fetch Ayla for you," she said, turning to leave the room.
As I waited, I tried to process everything I had just learned. The revelation of being a maxima, with powers that exceeded those of a typical vampire, was overwhelming. The weight of this newfound identity pressed down on me, a blend of excitement and fear swirling within. I glanced at Carlisle, who stood quietly beside Eleazar, their expressions a mix of pride and concern.
"I should go back to Alaska now," Eleazar said to him. "Carmen will be worried about my long absence."
Carlisle nodded at Eleazar, his expression a mix of gratitude and understanding. "Thank you, Eleazar. Your insights have been invaluable. Safe travels back to Alaska, and give our regards to Carmen."
Eleazar gave a respectful nod, then turned to me. "Violet, remember, you're not alone. Your family here, and beyond, will support you as you navigate this new path." With a final, encouraging smile, he exited the room.
I turned my attention back to Carlisle. "What now? How do I begin to understand and control these abilities?"
Carlisle's gaze was steady, filled with the wisdom of centuries. "I think that's something that Helena would have to talk to Gabriel about."
Helena nodded thoughtfully as she re-entered the room with Ayla in tow. Ayla's eyes were puffy and red, but they lit up when she saw me. She rushed forward, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.
"I'm so sorry, Violet," Ayla whispered, her voice cracking. "I never wanted any of this to happen."
I held her close, feeling a rush of relief and love. "It's not your fault, Ayla. We've both been through so much, and we'll get through this together."
Helena cleared her throat gently, drawing our attention. "Gabriel and I will discuss how best to help you, Violet. In the meantime, take it easy."
Ayla pulled back, her eyes filled with determination. "I'll stay with her. I won't leave her side."
Helena smiled warmly at Ayla. "Of course."
As the room emptied, leaving just Ayla and me, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. Despite the chaos and uncertainty, I knew that with my family and friends by my side, I could face whatever challenges lay ahead of me.
We sat in silence for a moment, simply taking comfort in each other's presence. Finally, I spoke, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is Dina... Is she—?"
Ayla's expression darkened, and she closed her eyes with a heavy sigh. "She ran off," she said, her voice heavy with sadness. "She's alive, but she's angrier than ever."
I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. "You're alive because of me," I said, my voice barely audible.
Ayla's eyes widened, and she shook her head. "No," she said firmly. "You were like that for two days because of me."
I felt my anger rising. "Stop blaming yourself!" I said, my voice rising. "You're not responsible for Dina's actions."
Ayla looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. "I know," she said softly. "But I can't help feeling like I could have done something to stop her."
I pulled her close, holding her tightly. Then, I thought about Dina's confession. I could still hear her laughter. "Oh, child.., You have so much to learn about our kind... We prefer to be called Children of the Moon."
"How long have you been a werewolf?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
"Since the day you fled," Ayla revealed, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Gavin, too, is a werewolf. She keeps him close for protection and, perhaps, to continue our kind."
Then, I thought about their werewolf eyes. "Your eyes were orange but their eyes were yellow..."
"I'm a newborn stage, or cubs as that they call them," Ayla explained.
"Cubs?"
Ayla nodded. "Yes, newborn werewolves have different colored eyes. They become yellow as they mature."
I sighed, absorbing all the information. "We have so much to learn about each other, don't we?"
She smiled through her tears. "Yes, we do. Also, at that stage, our human conscious are still there while in our werewolf form—," her smile dropped, "but once we reach maturity, when in our full matured werewolf form, lose their human consciousness; they are feral rather than rational. You got a sneak peek of that through Mum and Dad."
I rose up my bitten wrist. "Yeah, tell me about it."
Ayla sighed. "Violet... your wrist..."
"Hey, relax," I assured her. "It's not the first time I've been bitten—."
As soon as I placed my wrist on my lap, a burning sensation began. I yelped at the sudden feeling. It was like pressing my hand against a hot stove. "What the..."
Ayla was concerned but wasn't surprised by it.
"That wasn't supposed to happen..." I muttered to myself.
"That's no ordinary bite mark," Ayla replied grimly. "That's the Lunaris, the Werewolf Mark."
My mind reeled. "Lunaris? What's that?"
Ayla took a deep breath, her expression grave. "It's a mark that signifies a connection between a werewolf and their victim. It can also be used to track the marked person."
"So, Gavin and Dina can find me?" I asked.
Ayla nodded, her eyes filled with worry. "It's like having a target on your back, but it's from werewolves."
I tried to process everything. The concept of being a vampire maxima, my powers, and now the Lunaris mark. It was overwhelming. "They're not done with me yet." I was definitely sure of it. "I still don't understand why Dina hates me so much."
"She told me why," Ayla spoke up, folding her arms. "You see, she lost her entire family to the Volturi."
I could seeing the dark cloaks and Gabriel's story of his time with them. But all I could think about was how had they got something to do with me.
"What happened?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Before I was born, before she met our father, my mother had a family of her own," Ayla began, her eyes distant as she recounted the tale. "Her mate and two children were her entire world," Ayla continued, her voice trembling with the weight of the story. "But the Volturi saw them as a threat. A family of werewolves living quietly on the outskirts of human society was an abomination in their eyes. They didn't give them a chance to explain or flee. They just... eradicated them."
I almost felt pity for Dina, despite everything she had done. "And that's why she hates me? Because I'm connected to the vampire world?"
Ayla nodded solemnly. "Yes. She sees you, and by extension, your coven, as part of the world that took everything from her. Her vendetta isn't just personal. It's a deep-seated need for vengeance against everything vampire-related."
"But she hates me even before I became a vampire," I reminded her. "I don't understand why. I've done nothing to her!"
Ayla sighed deeply, her expression tinged with sorrow. "It's more complicated than that, Violet. You remembered all of things my mom would say about your hair?"
"Like how my black hair looks ugly on me and I should think about changing it?"
Ayla nodded, her expression solemn. "In my first month as a werewolf, Mom told me how your black hair reminds her of them, the Volturi. In fact, she was relieved that you ran away. She said that she didn't have to worry about you anymore."
Ayla's words hit me like a punch to the gut. My black hair reminded Dina of the Volturi, the very beings who had destroyed her family. It was an irrational hatred, born from grief and loss, and I had unknowingly become the embodiment of her tormentors. It made a twisted kind of sense, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
"I never knew," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I never understood why she hated me so much."
Ayla's eyes softened with sympathy. "You couldn't have known, Violet. None of this is your fault."
The room seemed to close in around me as the weight of Ayla's revelations settled. I was marked by werewolves, a rare vampire maxima, and despised by my stepmother for something entirely out of my control. It was almost too much to bear.
I felt a mix of anger and sadness. "But that's not fair. I didn't choose this life. I didn't choose any of it."
Ayla nodded, her eyes filled with empathy. "I know, Violet. None of this is fair. But we can't change the past. We can only move forward."
The weight of her words settled over me like a heavy cloak. The past was a tangled web of secrets and vendettas, and I was caught in its snare. "So, what do we do now?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I think it would be best if we don't see with each other for a while," she said, her voice soft.
I was bewildered, my mind struggling to comprehend what she was saying. "What?" I stammered. "No! I... I just saw you!"
Ayla's eyes glistened with tears as she tried to keep her composure. "Violet, it's for your safety. As long as I'm near, Dina and Gavin will never stop hunting you. They won't rest until they've destroyed everything you care about."
The reality of her words hit me like a wave crashing against the shore. Despite my growing powers, despite the strength I felt within me, the danger surrounding Ayla was real and ever-present. My mind raced, searching for a solution that didn't involve losing her again.
"But we can protect each other," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "We've faced so much together. We can find a way."
Ayla shook her head gently, tears streaming down her face. "The best way to protect you is to keep our distance. At least until we find a way to deal with Dina and Gavin for good."
Then, I heard quick footsteps approaching behind me. I turned my head and Helena stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "We'll do everything we can to help you, Violet. We'll find a way to break the Lunaris mark and neutralise the threat. But for now, Ayla is right."
"And another thing, the Volturi are sneaky," Ayla added. "If they see us, they will kill us."
I knew she was right, but the thought of not being able to see her again was unbearable.
"It's okay," Ayla whispered, her voice barely audible, sensing my turmoil. "I'm going to live with Seth's family. And don't worry, Mrs Clearwater approved it."
I sank at the thought of her leaving again, but I knew it was for the best. "You're living with Seth?" I asked, trying to hide the pain in my voice. "Do you know about him being a giant dog and he imprinted on you?"
Ayla nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yes, and I'm in love with him too. Plus he's happy when I tell him I'm moving in."
I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of her being with someone else, but I knew that Seth would take care of her. "Of course, he would," I muttered.
"See, Violet, everything's sorted out," Helena said. "Everything will be fine."
I nodded, trying to take comfort in Helena's words. Everything would be fine, or at least that was the hope we clung to. Despite the chaos swirling around us, Ayla's smile brought a sense of peace, however fleeting. She was my anchor in this storm.
"I'll miss you," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "But I know it's for the best."
Ayla's eyes filled with tears once more, but she nodded firmly. "We'll see each other again. When it's safe."
As I wrapped my arms around her, I couldn't help but notice something different about her. She seemed to have grown a bit taller, her frame more slender and graceful than before.
"Have you grown?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Ayla nodded, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yep. After being bitten, I've grown about a foot."
I couldn't help but laugh at her response, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Is Seth taking you there?" I asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
Ayla grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Well, duh. He's like my personal ride now."
"Come on, girls," Helena joined in, adding a chuckle. "They probably want to see Violet right now."
We hugged one last time before walking out of the room to see the Khotlers and the Cullens waiting for us; Seth was there too, who immediately came up to Ayla, holding her right hand with a wide grin on his face.
"Behold, the sleeping beauty awakens," Joseph announced with a grin.
Emmett's voice boomed through the room, "Violet, you scared us half to death. And that's saying something."
Rosalie's eyes narrowed at him, but Rhona rushed over to me and wrapped me in a tight embrace.
"You're alive!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with relief.
"Well, technically speaking," I replied with a chuckle, hugging her back.
Alana looked at me sceptically, "Are you sure that's Violet? She's hugging now," she asked Helena, who nodded in confirmation.
Ethan piped up with a nonsensical statement, "If it looks like a duck, if it quacks like a duck, if it acts like a duck, then it's a penguin."
I couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing Ayla to look at me with confusion. Simon shook his head, laughing along with Seth, while Jasper seemed to be lost in thought.
Gabriel spoke up with a smile, "That's definitely Violet."
I wiped my eyes as I laughed, "Forget the witch doctor joke, that's a classic statement."
The memory of what had happened was lost in the midst of our laughter.
Seth transformed into his wolf form and Ayla climbed onto his back and I said goodbye to them and wished them luck. As the inky veil of night descended upon the quaint town of Forks, we bid our final adieus to the Cullens and travelled back to London.
BATHED IN THE EERIE GLOW OF THE MOON, I found myself standing atop my old high school, a place I never imagined I would return to, especially as a vampire. However, as a newly initiated member of the Khotler clan, these nocturnal excursions had become a familiar routine. Fortunately, the school was abandoned, devoid of any human presence and the FORKS HIGH SCHOOL HOMES OF THE SPARTANS entrance sign was still standing firm on the likely moist soil. The parking lot lay empty, the cars swallowed by the darkness.
"It seems the school has closed for the night," I whispered to myself. "The only way inside is through the roof."
Seth and Leah, the two wolves accompanying me, observed me with inquisitive eyes. A low growl escaped Seth's throat, an unspoken question lingering in the air.
"Both of you shall remain outside," I commanded, my voice unwavering. Leah snarled in protest, but I raised my hand to silence her. "Keep a watch for anything suspicious. And make sure Dina does not catch sight of you."
The wolves nodded in agreement, their heads lowered in submission. I swiftly made my way towards the school, my footsteps resonating on the rooftop. The wolves stood guard, their eyes scanning the darkness for any potential threats.
As I scoured for an entry point, my amber eyes caught a glimmer in the moon's radiance. A steel protrusion, extending from the roof.
"This might be it," I pondered, a surge of exhilaration coursing through my veins.
I hurried towards the steel vent, anticipation coursing through me. Upon reaching it, I noticed the bars blocking my way. Undeterred, I effortlessly removed the bars, my muscles flexing with ease.
Without hesitation, I leaped into the vent, twisting and turning through the narrow passage. The unforgiving flooring forced me to crouch low to avoid scraping my knees.
Finally, I emerged into the school building, landing gracefully on the tiled floor. The familiar scent of the hallways filled my nostrils, bringing back memories of my human days. But now, as a vampire, everything seemed different, more heightened and intense.
I moved silently through the dark corridors, my senses on high alert. The only sound was the soft rustling of my clothes as I glided effortlessly through the shadows. I could hear the faint hum of the security system, but it posed no threat to me.
But soon, therewere two paths ahead, and I had no clue which one to choose. Ayla's life was at stake, and I couldn't afford to make a mistake.
In a split second, I made a choice and dashed to the right, my footsteps echoing on the polished marble floor. The urgency of the situation fueled my determination, pushing me to move faster and with more purpose. I could feel the tension building as I neared the room where Ayla was being held captive. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to rescue her.
Just when I thought I had reached a dead end, a faint glimmer of light caught my attention, shining through the door ahead. Hope surged within me as I cautiously crept forward, fixated on the gymnasium that lay beyond. As I pushed open the door, the sight before me took my breath away.
The room was enveloped in darkness, and the weight of silence pressed down on me. As I stepped into the gymnasium. The moonlight filtered through the high windows, casting an ethereal glow on the basketball court below. The rows of bleachers stood empty, their seats waiting to be filled with cheering spectators.
But my focus was not on the empty stands or the polished wooden floor. The room was still, and I couldn't see any signs of life. But I knew better than to let my guard down.
Despite the stillness of the room and the lack of visible life, I remained on high alert. As I prepared to exit the gymnasium and resume my search, a faint sound reached my ears from a distance.
"Violet...?" Ayla's voice echoed through the room, coming from the far side.
I froze in place. Could it really be her? Was Ayla somewhere in this gymnasium, calling out to me? Without hesitation, I followed the sound of her voice, weaving through the rows of bleachers and making my way towards the source of the sound.
"Violet? Violet? I'm up here!" The voice echoed through the vast expanse of the gym, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I glanced upwards to find Ayla, confined within a large cage like a delicate bird. Her golden locks cascaded in gentle waves around her oval face, and her jade eyes glistened with tears. Dressed in a pristine white summer dress, she appeared as though she was prepared to be offered as a sacrifice to some ancient deity.
"Ayla?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing in there?"
She sniffled, hastily wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "You're alive," she whispered, her voice barely reaching my ears. "Thank Selene. Go, Violet. Get out of here."
A frown etched itself onto my face, my heart heavy with concern. "What has Dina done to you?" I inquired, turning to face the source of our torment.
I scanned the cage, searching for any weak points or a way to unlock it as soon as I get the cage back to the ground.
A chilling laugh echoed through the room, and I whirled around to find Dina. She stood on the other side of the gym, looking as cold-hearted as ever. Her long blonde hair cascaded in perfect waves around her oval face, and her malicious green eyes gleamed. Dressed in a black leather jacket, T-shirt, denim jeans, and boots, her smile was anything but friendly. It was twisted, sinister.
"Well, well, well, it seems we have a little hero trying to save the damsel in distress," Dina taunted, her voice dripping with malice.
I glared at her, my fists clenched at my sides. "What do you want from us?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger.
Dina just smiled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Oh, nothing much," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "My original plan was to bring this Clearwater boy to this school and have my daughter watch him die in front of her. But it seems fate had other plans," she continued, her eyes narrowing. "You, Violet, had to come barging in and ruin everything. As always."
A surge of protectiveness and fury for Ayla coursed through me. "Well, when you're calling out your prey, you better believe someone's going to answer."
"I see you've turned into a vampire," she remarked, her voice barely audible. "Do you think I wouldn't notice the change in your eyes?"
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. "I heard that you and Dad are werewolves," I said, attempting to reason with her.
Dina chuckled, a chilling sound that made my skin crawl. "Oh, dear," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You have much to learn about our kind." Her laughter grew louder. "We prefer to be known as Children of the Moon," she stated. "And soon, the full moon will rise."
I felt a shiver run down my spine at her words. The full moon was a time of great power for werewolves, and I knew that Dina would be at their strongest. But I refused to back down. I would do whatever it took to protect Ayla and the rest of my friends. And my new family.
"You may be a Child of the Moon, but I am a vampire," I declared, my voice filled with determination. "And I will not let you harm Ayla or anyone else."
Dina's grin faltered for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. But then she composed herself, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
"That's rich coming from you," a man said, his voice low and menacing.
Oh, crap. I knew that voice, a voice I both feared and despised.
Gavin Baxter, my biological father, walked out of the dark corner of the gymnasium. He was a tall man, standing at six feet tall, with a surprisingly brushed dark brown hair and his hazel brown eyes were gazing at me intensely. His heart-shaped face was clean shaved and fair. He wore a sleeved dark grey top with black jeans and boots. He looked much younger than the last time I saw him.
I tensed as Gavin's gaze locked onto mine. "Dad," I acknowledged, my voice colder than the night air outside.
Gavin sneered. "You still call me that, after all the Hell you put me through, us through?"
"You're the one who giving me Hell," I shot back, the bitterness in my voice unmistakable. "Don't pretend to be the victim here."
Gavin's eyes narrowed. "Should we tell Ayla about your mother?"
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked sourly.
"Ayla, you wondered why I hate your sister so much?" Gavin proceeded.
Ayla's eyes widened as she looked between Gavin and me, her confusion deepening. "What is he talking about, Violet?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
Gavin's sneer grew more pronounced. "Tell her, Violet. Tell her how your birth killed your mother. How you took her when you were born."
I felt the weight of his words like a punch to the gut. "Stop it, Gavin," I warned, my voice quivering with a mixture of anger and pain.
But Gavin continued, his voice dripping with venom. "Your mother died giving birth to you, Violet. You know it and everyone in the hospital knows that."
Gavin's words hung in the air, each one a dagger slicing through the fragile remnants of my heart.
"You know that's a lie!" I shouted back. "It just happens!"
My eyes burned with the intensity of my emotions. Gavin had always been adept at exploiting my deepest wounds, but I refused to let him win. Ayla's wide, innocent eyes bore into mine, pleading for the truth.
"Ayla," I began, my voice softer now, "he's twisting the truth. My mother's death was unexpected. It wasn't my fault. Don't believe his lies."
Dina stepped forward, her presence as menacing as ever. "Touching," she mocked, her voice dripping with disdain. "But sentimentality won't save you, Violet. You have no idea what you're dealing with."
I squared my shoulders, refusing to be intimidated. "I know enough to stop you. You've tormented us for long enough, and I won't let you hurt Ayla any longer."
With a sudden burst of speed, I dashed toward Ayla's cage, my movements a blur. Dina lunged to intercept me, but I anticipated her move and dodged to the side, my reflexes sharpened by my vampiric transformation. I reached the cage and began to tug at the bars, my supernatural strength bending the metal slightly.
"Violet, behind you!" Ayla screamed, her voice filled with terror.
I turned just in time to see Gavin lunging at me, his eyes wild with fury. We clashed in a whirlwind of motion, his strength matched by my own newfound power. Blow after blow, we fought with ferocity, each strike fueled by years of resentment and pain.
As we battled, Dina circled around, her eyes locked on Ayla. "I'll make sure she pays for your defiance," she snarled.
"No!" I roared, breaking free from Gavin's grasp and leaping toward Dina.
The fight turned chaotic, with Gavin and Dina both attacking me relentlessly. My body ached with the strain, but I fought with everything I had, determined to protect Ayla. The gymnasium echoed with the sounds of our struggle, the moonlight casting eerie shadows across the floor.
Just when I thought I couldn't hold on any longer, a piercing caw cut through the air. I caught sight of Lenore, the raven, soaring overhead, and seized the opportunity to launch a ferocious attack on Gavin, clawing and pecking at his eyes.
Gavin staggered back, screaming, swatting at Lenore as he tried to protect his face. The distraction gave me an opening I needed. With a surge of energy, the purple light began to shine on my feet, I lunged forward and delivered a kick to his chest, sending him flying across the gymnasium. He crashed into the bleachers, a splintering sound echoing through the gym as the wood shattered beneath him.
Dina shrieked in rage, her eyes blazing as she turned her full attention toward me. "You'll pay for that, Violet!" she hissed, her voice dripping with malice.
As if on cue, the full moon shone through the windows, casting an eerie glow over the room. Dina's eyes transformed into a haunting yellow hue, and her face contorted into a wolf-like shape. Dark grey fur sprouted across her body, tearing away her clothes as she grew in size and stature. Meanwhile, I turned my gaze towards Gavin, only to witness his body convulsing and expanding, the sickening sounds of bones cracking and skin tearing filling the air as black hair rapidly sprouted all over his body, his limbs contorting into a monstrous form.
The gymnasium became a battleground of supernatural proportions as Dina and Gavin transformed into their true forms. The air crackled with energy as their monstrous bodies towered over me, their snarls and growls reverberating through the room.
Fear threatened to consume me, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself of Ayla's safety. I couldn't afford to falter now. With a deep breath, I summoned all the strength within me, channeling it into a powerful surge of magic. Glowing purple tendrils of energy swirled around me, forming a protective barrier.
Dina lunged at me, her razor-sharp claws slashing through the air. I dodged her attack, narrowly avoiding her deadly grasp. With a swift movement, I retaliated, conjuring a bolt of lightning that crackled through the room, striking Dina's monstrous form. She howled in pain, momentarily stunned by the powerful blast.
Meanwhile, Gavin, now transformed into a hulking werewolf-like creature, charged towards me with incredible speed. His claws tore through the air, leaving deep gashes in the floor. I leaped out of his path, narrowly escaping his ferocious assault.
As Gavin circled back for another attack, I focused my energy, summoning the elements to aid me. The ground beneath him trembled, cracks forming as vines burst forth, entangling his massive limbs. He roared in frustration, struggling against the magical restraints.
With Gavin momentarily immobilized, I turned my attention back to Dina. She had recovered from the lightning strike and was now circling me, her eyes filled with a feral hunger. I knew I had to act quickly.
Peering into the cage, my heart raced with dread and anticipation as I searched for Ayla. But before I could catch a glimpse of her, the cage began to shake violently. A deep, menacing growl reverberated from within, sending chills down my spine.
Suddenly, Ayla's voice cut through the chaos. "Violet, run!" she cried out, urgency dripping from her words.
But I couldn't abandon her again. Not after what happened before. "I won't leave you behind!" I yelled back, my voice quivering with emotion.
"Maybe that's for the best!" Ayla's words struck me like a thunderbolt, filling me with guilt and remorse. I should have never left her alone with Dina. My actions were selfish and foolish.
But there was no time for self-pity.
As Ayla let out a deafening roar, I realized that something was terribly amiss. It wasn't a human roar, but rather a primal, animalistic sound that sent shivers down my spine. Similar to Gavin and Dina. And then, with a resounding crash, the cage burst open and Ayla plummeted to the ground.
However, she was no longer the same. Her body was cloaked in brown fur, her limbs elongated and stretched. Her once pristine white gown was now in tatters, clinging to her form in shreds. And her eyes, once a gentle watery green, now blazed a fiery orange.
As she, Gavin, and Dina all brandished their razor-sharp claws and let out ferocious roars, I knew that I was in for the battle of my life.
But despite the fear that gripped me, I stood my ground. I couldn't let them harm anyone else. With a deep breath, I summoned all the courage I had left and prepared to face them head-on.
As the three transformed creatures lunged towards me, I dodged their attacks with agility I never knew I possessed. I fought back with all my might, using every ounce of strength and determination within me.
The battle raged on, the sounds of snarls and roars filling the air. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, pushing me to keep fighting, to keep pushing forward.
My main goal was to to not harm Ayla. As she charged towards me, her feral form baring its teeth, I leapt over her with a hair's breadth to spare. The sound of her body colliding with the wooden benches echoed through the air. My eyes locked onto Gavin and Dina, two Children of the Moon, and a sudden surge of fury coursed through my veins. It wasn't the kind of bloodthirsty rage that one might expect from a werewolf, but rather a deep-seated anger that had been simmering within me for far too long.
"You've ruined my life!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty room.
And then, something strange happened. A purple aura erupted from my body, pushing Gavin and Dina away from me with a force that left me gasping for breath.
Dina growled as she rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. She charged at me once again, her claws extended and her teeth bared. But this time, I was ready. I knew that I had a power within me that I had never even dreamed of before. And I was determined to use it to protect myself and those I cared about.
In an instant, Gavin lunged at me, forcefully bringing me down to the ground. His bite on my wrist sent a sharp pain coursing through me. I screamed at the stinging sensation, but I refused to let it weaken me. With a surge of strength, I pushed him off and rose to my feet, my eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
Suddenly, Leah appeared out of the blue, like a bolt of lightning, and knocked my werewolf father out of the way with her face. It was a move that left me stunned and speechless. But Leah wasn't alone. Seth was right behind her, charging in like a fearless warrior. He locked eyes with his imprintee and ran to her side, standing tall and strong. Ayla stared at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and wonder. It was a moment of pure magic.
Then, a howl pierced the air, sending shivers down my spine. It was a sound that could only come from a pack of werewolves. Dina looked to her right, her senses on high alert. Gavin and Ayla followed suit, her gaze fixed on the source of the howl. They both howled back, their voices blending together in a haunting melody. And then, without warning, they bolted out of the building, leaving Seth to follow in their wake.
I was about to join them, eager to see where this wild adventure would take us, but Leah blocked my path. She shook her wolf face, a sign that she had something important to say.
"Leah," I said, my voice filled with urgency. "Can you keep an eye on Seth and Ayla?"
Leah nodded, her eyes blazing with determination. And then, in a flash, she was gone, racing after the pack of werewolves. I watched her disappear into the night, my mind racing with excitement and fear. I couldn't believe what was happening here, but one thing was for sure: this was a night I would never forget.
The stinging from my wrist only intensified. Was it normal? Was this what happened when a werewolf bit a vampire? Glancing down, I saw a deep bite mark resembling a black crescent moon, causing unbearable pain like lava on my skin. I clenched my fist, trying to ignore the searing pain that radiated from the wound.
Then, millions of voices spoke to me.
"Violet!" The sound of a deep, masculine voice echoed through the gym, causing me to spin around. It sounded like Gabriel.
"What were you doing?" Helena's voice boomed, her eyes flashing with fury. "We've been looking for you!"
Joseph's stern voice mirrored hers. "You better have a good explanation for this," he warned.
Eleazar's voice was calm, but there was a hint of confusion in his tone. "Violet, why were you fighting against the wolves?"
Kate's voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. "And how are you not dead? They would have torn you apart as they did with Laurent."
"Told you she's alive," Ethan spoke up, a hint of triumph in his voice. "I don't see how Alice didn't see her. Did Seth help —?"
"That explains it," Alice suddenly interjected, sounding like she pieced together the puzzle.
But it was Alana who had the final word, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she lifted the shoes I had left behind. "Twenty-five pounds worth. You're lucky I can see you through this."
The room erupted into a cacophony of voices, each one clamoring for attention. The pain in my wrist was too much to bear. I clutched it tightly, my vision blurring as the cacophony of voices grew louder. Each voice seemed to echo in my mind, overlapping and clashing until they became an indistinguishable roar. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the ground. A scream tore from my throat, a primal sound that echoed off the walls, my eyes squeezed shut as my body suddenly felt weak. The world around me faded away, leaving only the sound of my own ragged breaths.
And then, a voice cut through the haze. "Violet!" Gabriel's voice, filled with concern and fear, was the last thing I heard before everything went black.
AS I VENTURED INTO THE UNKNOWN, A peculiar sensation washed over me, urging me to act. It was a mysterious force that could hold immense significance or be as insignificant as a passing breeze. This inexplicable feeling consumed me as I discreetly followed Bella and Edward, their every move captivating my attention. I couldn't comprehend their decision to stray away from the bustling crowd. Perhaps they sought solace in seclusion, or maybe Bella's heart longed for the transformative embrace of vampirism in that very moment. With a flick of my cloak, rendering me invisible, I nestled myself among the towering trees, becoming a silent observer of the newlyweds as they gracefully traversed the enchanting night landscape.
As they wandered through the tranquil forest, Bella found herself amused by the unexpected sight in front of her. "What's a wedding present doing out here?" she remarked, her gaze sweeping the area.
Edward grinned mischievously. "Just a little more private," he responded, guiding her further into the trees.
A wedding gift in the middle of the woods? My curiosity was piqued as I followed them, wondering what Edward had in store for Bella in this secluded spot.
"Did Edward prepare something special?" I murmured to myself, scanning the surroundings for any hints.
Suddenly, a tall figure emerged from the shadows, his presence demanding attention. Standing at an impressive height of six feet seven inches, he approached the newlyweds with confidence, his dark eyes and russet skin standing out against the pale-skinned couple. He would be how I imagined Seth would look like if he was older.
"The best man didn't have time to get a tux," he joked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Jacob!" Bella exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth as she embraced him tightly. The two friends laughed and engaged in lively conversation, reminiscing about old memories and catching up on lost time.
"Jacob Black?" I muttered in astonishment, surprised by the unexpected reunion.
Memories flooded back of lazy afternoons spent at the Black household, seeking solace from my own family troubles. But why wasn't he present at the wedding? It seemed that Edward had arranged for Jacob to be a part of this surprise, and I couldn't help but wonder what their connection meant for Bella and Edward's relationship. I observed the trio, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
Then, I heard the distinct caw of a raven from above. I recognized that caw anywhere. I looked up and spotted her perched on a branch.
"Hello, Lenore," I whispered to the raven. "Don't worry, I'm just watching..."
Lenore tilted her head and let out another caw, as if acknowledging my presence. I wondered if Ingram would see what Lenore was looking at this moment.
Edward gracefully excused himself from the group, his eyes scanning the room for his next move. "I'll see if Rosalie wants to dance," he said before disappearing into the crowd.
I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were, but my attention was quickly diverted as Jacob arrived, fashionably late.
"I'm sorry I'm late," he said, his voice deep and smooth.
"It doesn't matter," Bella replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Everything's perfect now."
Without hesitation, Jacob took her hand and pulled her close. He lifted her off the ground, twirling her around before they began to dance. I watched in awe as they moved together, their bodies in perfect sync. But as I watched, a feeling of unease crept over me.
"Where have you been?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "We were gonna put your face on a milk carton."
"Mostly northern Canada," Jacob replied, his eyes distant. "It's weird to be back on two legs again, in clothes. Gotten out of practice with the whole human thing."
My mind raced as I tried to make sense of his words. Back on two legs? In clothes? It couldn't be...could it? Suddenly, it all clicked into place. He's a wolf, I realised. Maybe he was one of the wolves that killed Laurent.
But if he was a wolf, that meant he knew about vampires. And if he knew about vampires, why was he so comfortable being near Edward? My thoughts swirled as I tried to make sense of it all, but one thing was clear: there was more to Jacob than met the eye.
"Are you okay?" Bella's voice was soft and gentle, but there was a hint of concern in her tone. "Being here?"
Jacob let out a chuckle, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Why? Afraid I'll trash your party?" He grinned, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You're not the only one. You'd think I'd be used to telling you goodbye by now."
Bella's eyes filled with tears, and she tried to blink them away. "Come on, you're not supposed to be the one crying, Bella," Jacob said, his voice gentle.
Bella managed a small smile. "Everyone cries at weddings."
"This is how I'm gonna remember you," Jacob suddenly said, his voice low and tender. "Pink cheeks. Two left feet." He scooped her up in his arms and twirled her around, setting her down gently. "Heartbeat."
I couldn't help but growl quietly at his words. Was he trying to stake a claim on her? But then he shook his head, his expression apologetic. "I'm sorry. I'm just trying to appreciate your last night as a human."
"Well, it's not my last night," Bella said firmly.
Jacob looked at her, confused. "I thought you..."
"I didn't really wanna spend my honeymoon writhing in pain," Bella interrupted him.
"What's the point? It's not like you're gonna have a real honeymoon with him, anyway," Jacob said, his voice bitter.
"It's gonna be as real as anyone else's," Bella said firmly, and I couldn't help but wonder what she meant. Was she planning to have sex with Edward? As a human? The thought made my amber eyes widen in shock. It was her choice, of course, but Jacob didn't seem to be taking kindly to it. I could be wrong, but that was how I read it.
"That's a sick joke," Jacob spat, his anger palpable. Bella looked at him with confusion etched on her face. "You're joking, right?"
Bella's confusion only deepened.
"What? You're seriously considering it while you're still human?" Jacob's voice was laced with fury.
Okay, I was right. Bella was going to have sex with Edward as a human.
"You can't be serious, Bella. Please tell me you're not that stupid," Jacob's words dripped with disdain.
Did he just call Bella stupid? I couldn't take it anymore. I switched off my invisibility and stormed out of the trees.
"Jacob Black!" I yelled, making both Jacob and Bella jump. "How could you say that?"
Jacob looked at me, his brown eyes widening in disbelief. "Violet Baxter?"
I practically screamed as I replied, "Yes, it's me. I'm a vampire now."
Jacob's lips tightened and he shook his head. "I shouldn't even be talking to you," he said bitterly.
"Jake, it wasn't my fault. I ran away to Seattle and Victoria..." I trailed off, not wanting to relive the horrors of my past.
"Victoria?" Jacob interrupted, his voice rising. "Were you in the newborn army? The army that was going to kill Bella?"
I nodded, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me. I heard a low growl escape from Jacob. So, he was a wolf now. What had happened to the Jacob Black I knew? The one who was sweet, funny, and carefree? Now, he was bitter, serious, and cold.
"I-" I began to speak, but Jacob's snarl cut me off.
I looked at him, hurt and confused. "Jacob, I'm still the same person," I said, trying to reassure him.
"Why won't you go back to those bloodsuckers?" he snapped at me.
I felt my anger rising. "Bloodsuckers?" I repeated, my voice shaking with emotion. "You don't have to be a jerk just because Bella wants to have sex with Edward."
"Shut up, Violet!" Jacob barked, his words like knives.
I glared at him, my fists clenched. "You're hurting her," I shouted.
"This has nothing to do with you," he spat back.
"Well, it does now," I said, my voice firm.
"Jake, let me go!" Bella pleaded.
But Jacob wouldn't listen. He held onto her arms tightly, his face twisted with anger.
Suddenly, Edward appeared, and relief flooded through us all.
"Jacob, calm down, alright," Edward spoke in a soothing tone, trying to quell the storm brewing inside Jacob.
But Jacob's emotions were running high, and he couldn't contain his anger. "Are you out of your mind?" he bellowed at the groom. "Do you have any idea what you'll be doing? You're going to end up killing her!"
I watched as Jacob stormed towards Edward, his rage palpable. At that moment, Seth appeared, trying to intervene. He was a lanky fellow, standing seven inches shorter than Jacob, with a youthful face and russet skin, just like Jacob.
"Jacob, please, just walk away," Seth implored, trying to reason with him. But Jacob was beyond reason, and he shoved Seth to the ground, his fury uncontainable.
As the chaos ensued, three figures emerged from the crowd, attempting to quell the disturbance. My eyes widened in recognition as I realized who they were: Sam Uley, Jared Cameron, and Quil Ateara V. These were not the same boys I had known years ago, but towering men with rippling muscles and commanding presence.
Sam, the tallest of the trio, stood at an impressive six feet six inches. His rounded muscles were visible even through his shirt, and his copper skin glowed in the dim light. His face was weathered and wise, with deep brown eyes that seemed to hold a thousand stories. His cropped black hair added to his rugged appearance.
Jared, not quite as tall as Sam but still an imposing figure at six feet, had a similar build with long, rounded muscles. His skin was a rich red-brown, and his brown eyes sparkled with intelligence. His cropped black hair was neatly styled, adding to his polished look.
And then there was Quil, the burliest of the three. His towering height and bulging muscles made him an intimidating presence. His dark skin contrasted sharply with his jet-black hair, and his brown eyes held a fierce determination.
As I took in their transformed appearances, I couldn't help but wonder how much time had passed since I last saw them. They had grown from scrawny boys into powerful men, and I couldn't believe the transformation before my eyes.
"Enough, Jacob!" Sam's voice boomed through the forest, commanding attention.
Jacob stood his ground, his eyes locked onto Sam's. "Stay out of this, Sam," he retorted, his voice laced with defiance.
Sam's jaw clenched, his muscles tensing as he stepped closer to Jacob. "You're not gonna start something that we'll have to finish," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
Jacob's eyes flickered with emotion, his voice barely above a whisper. "She'll die."
Sam's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing. "She's not our concern anymore."
The silence that followed was heavy, the tension between the two men palpable. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do or say. What did Sam mean by Bella not being their concern anymore? Did she know about them?
Jacob reluctantly turned away, his shoulder brushing against Sam's as he walked away. Seth, his eyes filled with sadness, looked at me as if he had something important to say.
"Let's go, Seth!" Sam's voice interrupted, cutting off whatever Seth was about to say.
"I need to tell Violet something," Seth replied, his voice pleading.
"You know we can't..." Sam's voice trailed off, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
"It's about Ayla," Seth said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her name was like a melody that caught my attention, a sweet sound that lingered in my mind. I turned to Seth, my eyes pleading for answers. He shot a fierce glare at Sam before nodding, granting me permission to know the truth. As he left, I shifted my gaze to Bella and Edward.
"Go," I urged them.
"What happened?" Bella inquired, her voice laced with concern. "Is Ayla okay?"
"Edward, take Bella away," I bellowed, my tone commanding.
Without hesitation, Edward whisked his wife away from the scene. Seth's brown eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but ask, "Are you okay with me talking to you?"
"I'm fine," he assured me. "I'm friends with Edward and a new vampire named Ethan, after all."
"Ethan's in my coven," I added.
"Cool," Seth replied.
My mind raced with questions about Ayla, and I couldn't contain my worry. "You said you wanted to tell me about her. Is she alright? Is she sick? Is she-"
"She's not dead," Seth interjected. "She's doing fine."
I exhaled a sigh of relief, but my curiosity still burned. "Is that all you have to say?"
"There's more," Seth revealed.
Naturally. I braced myself for what was to come. "So what is it?"
"Since you vanished into thin air, Violet," Seth began, his voice laced with concern. "I've been taking care of Ayla."
My amber eyes flickered. It was a relief to know that someone was looking after her while I was away. I couldn't fathom Gavin or Dina stepping up to the task. I pressed my lips together, grateful for Seth's kindness.
"Thank you," I murmured softly.
But Seth's words didn't end there. "And there's more to it," he continued, causing me to stare at him in confusion.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Seth hesitated, his words caught in his throat. "I can't explain it," he finally admitted.
My patience was wearing thin. "Just tell me, Seth," I urged him.
"Violet, I need you to understand that sometimes, we don't get to choose who we..." Seth trailed off, his voice faltering. "But when something happens, we just act on it."
I felt a knot form in my stomach. "What did you do to Ayla?" I demanded, my voice rising.
"I imprinted on her," Seth confessed, his voice booming. "That's why I've been looking after her."
I glared at Seth, my mind reeling. Imprinted? What did that even mean?
"Let me explain," he continued. "You're engrossed in piecing together a jigsaw puzzle, and everything is falling into place. Every piece is in its rightful spot, except for one. That one elusive piece that you just can't seem to locate. You search high and low, but it's nowhere to be found."
He paused for a moment, his eyes glinting with a sense of nostalgia. "Then, one day, someone comes along and presents you with that missing piece. And suddenly, the puzzle is complete. That's what imprinting feels like to me. Ayla is the missing piece of my existence. She is my soulmate."
The word 'soulmate' echoed in my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. I longed for someone to complete me in that way, to be my missing piece.
"I'm grateful that someone was there for her when I couldn't be," I said, my voice laced with gratitude. "Does she miss me?"
Seth's expression softened. "Of course she does. She cried for you, and I promised her that I would be there for her until she stopped."
Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. I had left her alone, vulnerable and unprotected. But at least she had someone to lean on now.
"Does she know about vampires and what you are?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Seth nodded. "She knows about the wolves and the rogue vampires. I explained to her that the Cullens are different, that they're good vampires who won't harm humans."
My body was consumed by a jolt of electricity, my teeth clenched tightly as my eyes blazed with fury. How could he have been so careless? Why did he have to go and spill the beans about vampires to her? The mere thought of it made my body tensed.
"Why would you do that?" I growled, my voice laced with anger.
"I mean, she does..." he trailed off, his words falling on deaf ears.
"Don't you realize the danger you've put us in? Not to mention her?" I exclaimed, my mind racing with the potential consequences of his actions. "The Volturi will stop at nothing to eliminate anyone who knows too much about us. They could even kill her."
The thought of Ayla being taken from us was too much to bear. The pain of losing her was almost unbearable.
"She already has suspicions about vampires and shapeshifters," Seth interjected, his voice hesitant.
"What do you mean?" I demanded, my eyes narrowing in confusion.
"Violet, she knows the truth about us," he said, his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. "You do know that Ayla is a true werewolf, right?"
My eyes widened in shock. "W-What?" I stammered, my mind struggling to process this new information.
"You don't know?" Seth asked, his expression one of bewilderment. "Ayla is a Child of the Moon, like the proper werewolf," he continued. "At least, that's what she told me."
Suddenly, it all clicked into place. I remembered the conversation about the Children of the Moon, the one I had with Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon having in the car. It was back when I was still a newborn, still learning about the world around me. I recalled Ethan mentioning Adeline's sister being killed by one of them, leading to her hatred towards Ethan and all vampires in general.
The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Ayla was one of us, a supernatural being just like me.
"Seth, what are you talking about?" I asked, my mind racing with questions.
He looked at me with a serious expression. "Your dad and Ayla's mom, they are both Children of the Moon years ago. They met during a full moon and fell in love. That's why they were always so close."
My mind raced as I processed this information. My dad, a werewolf? It seemed impossible, but the pieces were starting to fit together. Gavin's strange behavior, Dina's animosity towards me, and now this revelation.
As I tried to make sense of it all, a phone began to buzz in the distance. It was a jarring interruption, but it snapped me back to reality. Seth's hand dove into the depths of his pocket, emerging with a sleek device that glinted in the light. He pressed a button and held it to his ear, his face contorted with worry.
"Hello?" His voice was strained, and we all leaned in to listen. There was a pause, and then he spoke again. "Wait, what? How did... what did you do? Where is she, Dina?"
The sound of my stepmother's name was like a match to gasoline, igniting a fury within me that I could barely contain. I charged towards Seth, snatching the phone from his grasp and hitting the speaker button with a fierce jab.
"Alright, Dina," I bellowed, my voice echoing through the phone. "Where's Ayla? What have you done?"
There was a moment of silence, and then a voice crackled through the speaker. It was Dina, and her tone was laced with venom.
"Wow," she sneered. "I never thought I would have to hear you again."
I gritted my teeth, my fingers tightening around the phone. "Sorry to ruin your surprise," I spat. "Now tell me, where is Ayla?”
There was a sudden noise in the background, a sharp slap followed by a pained whimper. My heart leapt into my throat.
"Shut up!" Dina's voice was shrill, and I could hear the fear in Ayla's cries. "Shut up, Ayla!"
My mind was racing, my thoughts a jumbled mess of anger and desperation. "Ayla!" I shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. "Please, Ayla, tell me where you are!"
Dina's voice cut through the chaos, taunting me with cruel words. "You'll what?" she jeered. "You'll tell on daddy? Ugh. As if he'll believe you anyway."
I was frozen, my mind blank with shock and rage. The words turned to bitter sighs, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. How could she be so heartless? How could she hurt Ayla like this?
I took a deep breath, my voice shaking with emotion. "I swear," I whispered, my words barely audible. "If you hurt her...I swear, Dina, I'll make you pay."
"Listen closely," Dina's voice was low and mysterious. "If you want to lay eyes on Ayla, there's only one condition."
I leaned in, intrigued. "What's that?"
I could imagine Dina's eyes narrowed. "You come alone."
I hesitated for a moment, weighing the risks. But my curiosity got the better of me. "Fine. Where do I meet you?"
I could feel her sly smile when she answered. "Forks High."
I hung up the phone and turned to Seth, who had been listening in. "I need to go alone," I told him firmly.
Seth's expression darkened. "No way. You have no idea what she's capable of."
I rolled my eyes. "She's my stepmom, Seth. I think I can handle her."
Seth shook his head. "You don't understand. Ayla is my imprintee. I'm going with you."
I sighed, knowing there was no arguing with him when it came to his wolf instincts. "Fine. But we have to be careful."
Seth nodded, his eyes serious. "We will be."
As we wandered through the dense forest, the leaves crunching beneath our feet, a faint rustling caught our attention. Suddenly, a striking woman emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding our attention. Standing tall at five feet ten inches, her sleek black hair was cut into a daring pixie style that framed her perfect copper skin. Her eyelashes fluttered like feather dusters, adding to her exotic beauty.
"Hey, what's going on, Seth?" she inquired, her voice smooth as silk.
Seth's response was abrupt, his tone laced with annoyance. "Not now," he hissed, his eyes darting towards me. "This is my older sister, Leah."
I greeted her with a friendly smile. "Hi, Leah."
Her response was less than welcoming. "Why is that leech here?" she spat, her bitterness palpable.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her choice of words. First, bloodsucker. Now, leech. What would be the next outlandish nickname for our kind?
"You know Ayla? This is Violet, her half-sister."
But before I could even get a response from her, I blurted out the news that had been weighing heavily on my mind. "Ayla is in danger," I said urgently. "Dina, my stepmother, is at Forks High and she wants to face me."
Without hesitation, Leah spoke up. "In that case, I'm going with you. I'm not going to let my future sister-in-law die."
Seth's face turned red as he tried to interject. "Shut up, Leah!" he stammered, clearly embarrassed. "We're not at that stage."
I couldn't help but notice the tension between the two siblings. "So, you know about them?" I asked, gesturing towards the pair; Leah nodded knowingly.
"I'm the first female shapeshifter," she explained proudly. "Every man is shocked at it. We'll show you."
And with that, they transformed into massive wolves before my very eyes. Leah was a smallish grey wolf, but still taller than Seth. He, on the other hand, remained tall and gangly with sandy-colored fur and oversized paws. He reminded me of a Mexican wolf, but bigger. The same wolf I met months ago.
As I watched in awe, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort knowing that these powerful creatures were on our side.
I inhaled deeply, feeling the crisp air fill my lungs before I exhaled slowly. "Alright, you both can go. But please, don't let Dina catch on. She wants me to do this alone."
Leah and Seth nodded in agreement, their wolfish heads bobbing up and down. I couldn't help but grin as I kicked off my shoes. "No way am I running in these things."
And with that, we took off towards Forks High School, determined to save my half-sister from the clutches of my wicked stepmother.
TWO MONTHS HAD PASSED WITHOUT ANY clashes with the Ursa Clan. I continued to meet Ingram in secret, always choosing different locations. I hadn't mentioned anything to Joseph about my visits with his brother, wondering if he had already sensed it with his telepathic abilities. Ingram and I often explored various parts of the forest and even ventured into abandoned buildings, such as an old chapel.
Despite the danger of being caught by the Ursa Clan or my coven or even humans, I couldn't resist the thrill of sneaking around with Ingram. Our adventures together brought a sense of excitement and freedom that I had never experienced before. The abandoned chapel was particularly eerie, with its crumbling walls and broken stained glass windows. But with Ingram by my side, I felt safe and fearless.
As we delved deeper into the forest, we discovered hidden caves and secret pathways that seemed to lead to another world. Ingram's knowledge of the land and its history fascinated me, and I found myself drawn to him more and more with each passing day.
But as much as I enjoyed our clandestine meetings, a part of me couldn't shake the guilt of keeping secrets from Joseph. I knew that he would never approve of my friendship with his brother, especially considering that they possible had never seen each other in centuries. But I couldn't bring myself to end things with Ingram, not when our bond felt so strong and undeniable.
But then, the long-awaited day had finally arrived. Bella Swan was on the verge of getting married, and my heart was filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. I did inform Ingram about it and that I would be absent for a brief period. He promised that he would send his raven out to keep an eye on me.
To ensure a smooth journey, the coven had arrived at the airport a staggering twelve hours early. Thankfully, the sky was adorned with a blanket of clouds, shielding us from the scorching sun. Although a part of me yearned for the warmth of sunshine, Gabriel had thoughtfully arranged for us to stay at a hotel where we could freshen up before the wedding. Gratitude washed over me, especially considering the fact that I was donning a pair of heels.
As we settled comfortably into our luxurious first-class seats, Rhona initiated a conversation. "You grew up in Forks, didn't you?" she inquired, and I nodded in affirmation. "So, for you, this must feel like a trip back home."
A wistful smile graced my lips. "Yeah, it does. Home..."
Yet, my thoughts were already racing ahead, consumed by my upcoming plan. Once the wedding festivities concluded, I had made a promise to retrieve Ayla. She had been constantly on my mind, and the anticipation of reuniting with her was almost unbearable.
But I couldn't help but question the wisdom of my decision. After all, I had penned a heartfelt letter to her, urging her to find happiness and lead a fulfilling life.
The thought of seeing her again filled me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Would she remember me? Would she be happy to see me? Had I made the right decision in leaving her behind? Would she forgive me for being away for so long?
As the plane took off, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push aside my doubts and fears. This was a day of celebration, a day of new beginnings. And as we soared through the clouds towards our destination, I knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, I would face them with courage and determination.
When we touched down in Forks, it felt like a long-awaited return. The gentle August breeze brought a sense of familiarity that warmed my heart. It was odd to realize that I had only been gone for three months, yet it seemed like an eternity. Despite my love for my hometown, I couldn't shake the longing for London.
Upon reaching the Cullens' residence, the scent of human blood lingered in the air, testing my restraint. I was thankful for my control, knowing the risks of a misstep. Gabriel knocked on the door, revealing Carlisle in a sharp black suit and white shirt.
"Welcome back," Carlisle greeted with a smile, enveloping Gabriel in a hug. "It's been a while."
"Only a couple of months," Gabriel replied casually.
Carlisle's attention then turned to Rhona, who beamed with delight and rushed to embrace him.
"It's wonderful to see you after all this time!" Rhona exclaimed, her happiness evident as Carlisle returned her hug. "It's been too long!"
"I know," Carlisle responded, his golden eyes flickering towards me. "Hello, Violet. I see your eyes have turned amber."
"I've finally grown accustomed to the new diet," I replied, recalling his words of encouragement. "I'm doing well, thank you."
After exchanging greetings with the rest of the coven, Carlisle guided us into his home, informing us that the wedding was taking place in the backyard. As we stepped outside, the sound of classical music filled the air, and my nerves began to fray at the sight of so many humans. Anxiety coursed through me, and I struggled to steady my breathing.
"Are you alright, Violet?" Simon's voice cut through the noise, and I turned to face him, attempting to maintain my composure.
I nodded, but my mind raced with worry. What if he could see the fear in my eyes? What if everyone could see it? Just then, four vampires materialized out of thin air, and a wave of relief washed over me: Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Alice.
"Hi, all!" Alice greeted us with her usual cheerfulness, and I couldn't help but smile at her infectious energy.
But as she hugged me tightly, I felt my anxiety spike again. I tried to hide it, but I knew the others could sense it.
"I'm glad you all made it in time," Alice said, beaming with joy.
"We wouldn't miss it for the world," Gabriel replied, and the others nodded in agreement.
As they chatted and caught up, I tried to blend into the background, hoping no one would notice me. But Emmett's voice cut through the noise.
"Wow, Violet. You've got amber eyes now," he said, grinning from ear to ear.
"That's what happens when you drink animal blood, sweetie," Rosalie teased him, and the others chuckled.
"Just a few steps closer to having gold eyes," Ethan added, and I couldn't help but smile at their banter.
Out of nowhere, Esme, with her dark brown caramel hair and topaz eyes, approached me first, her expression filled with concern. "Violet, you seem tense," she observed, his voice soothing and melodic. "Is there anything we can do to help?"
I forced a smile, grateful for their understanding. "I'm just a little overwhelmed, that's all. It's been a while since I've been around so many humans."
Emmett, the burly and jovial brother, chuckled. "Don't worry, Violet. We've got your back. Just remember to breathe and take it one step at a time."
Alice, the petite and fashion-forward sister, chimed in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And don't forget, we've seen the future. Everything will go smoothly, I promise."
Rosalie, the stunning and enigmatic sibling, remained silent but gave me a reassuring nod. Her presence alone was enough to make me feel protected.
For a moment, I saw a black raven resting on the Cullens' rooftop and forgot about my anxiety and just enjoyed being around these amazing creatures. They made me feel alive, and I knew that as long as I had them by my side, I could face anything.
As my family socialized with the Cullens and the other coven, I found myself engulfed in a field of white roses, their fragile petals dancing in the wind. My nerves were taut, my thoughts racing with the fear of someone uncovering my true nature. What would be my ultimate fate? I couldn't allow my apprehension to overshadow Bella's special occasion. I settled beside my family, anticipating the commencement of the ceremony.
Suddenly, I caught the sound of familiar voices in the distance. My heart plummeted as I recognized Eric Yorkie, Mike Newton, Angela Webber, and Jessica Stanley. They were present as well. What if they spotted me? Would they discern that I was no longer human? My eyes were no longer brown, but a profound amber. My complexion was paler than ever.
I needed to act swiftly. Then, I recalled my ability. I concentrated on the groom standing at the altar, willing myself to be imperceptible to those around me.
"I wish Violet was here," Jessica murmured.
"You know she's missing, not dead," Eric responded.
"But wouldn't it be easier if she were gone?" Jessica's words pierced through me.
"Why would you say that?" Angela gasped.
"I mean, considering all her family had to go through," Jessica added.
My mind whirled with bewilderment. What were they discussing? Gavin and Dina appeared indifferent to my absence. Unless Ayla was involved. She was the sole individual who genuinely cared about me.
Come to think of it, did Bella ever worry about my disappearance? I knew that she went through a lot but didn't she even had one second to be worry about my whereabouts. Did she theorised that I might have been kidnapped by Victoria and joined her army to kill her? Did she even know I was gone?
As these thoughts raced through my mind, I couldn't help but feel a pang of hurt. I had always been there for Bella, supporting her through every obstacle she faced. And now, on her special day, I was invisible, both literally and figuratively.
But I couldn't let my emotions consume me. This was Bella's moment, and I needed to put on a brave face for her. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that my absence was necessary to protect her. If anyone discovered my true identity, it could put her in danger.
As the wedding began, I sat in silence, my mind consumed with worry. Would I be discovered? Would my family be in danger? Only time would tell.
As I sat among the guests, the air was thick with anticipation. Suddenly, a familiar tune filled the room, signalling the start of the long-awaited wedding. I rose to my feet, eager to catch a glimpse of the bride.
As the ceremony began, I watched as Bella walked down the aisle, a vision of beauty in her white gown. The love and adoration in Edward's eyes were undeniable, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. I longed for a love like theirs, but my circumstances made it impossible. As we settled into our seats, the minister began to speak. His words were solemn and measured, a reminder of the gravity of the occasion. We repeated after him, our voices ringing out in unison.
Throughout the ceremony, I kept my focus on Bella and Edward, trying to drown out the voices of my former friends. I couldn't let their words affect me. I had made a choice, and I had to stand by it, no matter how difficult it was.
And then, the moment we had all been waiting for. The minister turned to the groom and asked him to repeat the sacred vows. Edward spoke to them with conviction, his eyes locked on Bella's.
She, in turn, repeated the same words, her voice trembling with emotion. And then, the moment of truth. The minister asked the all-important question, and both bride and groom answered with a resounding "I do."
As the vows were exchanged and the couple sealed their love with a kiss, a sense of bittersweet happiness washed over me. I was happy for Bella and Edward, but a part of me couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
With those words, the couple was pronounced husband and wife. They sealed their union with a kiss, and the room erupted in applause. I joined in, my heart filled with joy for the newlyweds.
As the wedding almost came to a close, the once vibrant blue sky was replaced by a dark canvas, adorned with twinkling stars. The humans around me chanted and celebrated, but my attention was fixated on the towering wedding cake. It was a masterpiece, with four layers of pristine white icing and an abundance of delicate flowers. At the very top sat a miniature bride and groom, a symbol of the love that had just been celebrated. My mouth watered at the thought of sinking my teeth into the delectable dessert.
Suddenly, a youthful voice broke through my reverie, pulling me back to the present moment. I turned to face a tall teenage boy, his russet complexion glowing in the moonlight. A mischievous grin adorned his face, his dark hair cropped short, and his warm brown eyes met mine. Clad in a crisp white shirt, complemented by a light brown blazer and denim jeans, he exuded an air of casual charm.
"Hello," he greeted, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
Startled by the interruption, I composed myself and met his gaze. "I'm Seth Clearwater," he introduced himself, his words laced with a touch of familiarity. "You might not recognize me in this form, but we've crossed paths before."
I arched an eyebrow in curiosity, trying to recall where I had encountered him before.
"Maybe this will jog your memory," Seth continued. "Remember the newborn vampire army and the battle against Riley?"
Recognition dawned on me as I remembered the fierce battle that had taken place not too long ago. Seth Clearwater was one of the members of the Quileute wolf pack, a group of shape-shifting werewolves who had allied themselves with the Cullens to protect their land and loved ones from the threat of the newborn vampires.
"I remember now," I replied, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You were quite impressive in the battle."
Seth chuckled modestly, his eyes shining with pride. "Thanks. It was a team effort, really. But enough about that. Are you enjoying the wedding?"
I nodded, my gaze drifting back to the towering wedding cake. "It's a beautiful celebration. It's a pleasure to see you again."
His grin widened. "Likewise," he replied. "I must say, you clean up nicely for a vampire. No offence."
"Why would I take offense?" I chuckled, amused by his audacity.
His expression faltered. "No, I meant..."
I couldn't help but laugh at his attempt to backtrack. "Don't worry, Seth. I understand what you meant."
His shoulders relaxed, and he joined in my laughter. "Good, good. I always seem to put my foot in my mouth."
As the music swelled and the guests began to move towards the dance floor, Seth glanced back at the crowd. "Well, I better get going. It was great catching up."
With a final nod, he turned and walked away, blending into the sea of guests. I watched him disappear into the night, feeling a sense of closure. The wedding resumed its jubilant rhythm, and I returned my attention to the towering cake.
Suddenly, a familiar voice called out my name, jolting me back to reality. I turned to see Jessica Stanley and a group of my former classmates standing before me, their faces a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Violet Baxter?" Jessica exclaimed, disbelief etched on her face.
I tried to remain calm, to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Yes?" I replied, feigning confusion. "Is something wrong?"
Mike spoke up, his expression still incredulous. "Where have you been? We thought you were...gone."
I knew I had to come up with a convincing lie, and fast. "I was in London," I began, my mind racing. "Studying at Oxford."
I could see the scepticism in their eyes, so I added, "I'm studying literature. It's been a dream of mine for years."
Angela's eyes widened in awe. "Oxford? That sounds so fancy."
Eric, however, was more practical. "How did you afford to go?" he asked, his tone accusatory.
I knew I had to think on my feet. "Scholarships," I replied confidently. "I worked hard and earned them."
As they continued to question me, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. My lies were flimsy at best, and I knew it was only a matter of time before they uncovered the truth. I was doomed.
As I stood there, feeling the weight of the lies I had spun, I heard Joseph's voice behind me. It was a relief to have him there, his presence a comfort in the midst of my deception. He introduced himself as my uncle, and I couldn't help but think that his lie was better than my own.
Mike's gulp was audible, and I knew that I had to keep up the act. "On my mum's side," I managed to say, my words coming out in a rush.
When Jessica mentioned my step mother's name, I gritted my teeth. I wasn't going to let her ruin the wedding, not today. "My birth mother's maiden name was Khotler," I said quickly, hoping to move on from the topic.
Angela seemed intrigued by the name, and I could feel the weight of Joseph's arm as he stood beside me. "We are an old family," he said with a smile, his head tilted to the side.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as I looked at him. He was my saviour in this moment, the one who had come to my rescue when I needed it most. "Uncle Joe, can I talk to you in private?" I asked, trying to sound casual as I pulled him away from the group.
As we walked away, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. "Thank you," I whispered, my amber eyes meeting his gold orbs.
"No problem," he said, tapping my shoulder. "Great job on not killing them."
I couldn't help but laugh at his words, the tension of the moment dissipating.
As Joseph's embrace released me, my eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on Bella and Edward. They were deep in conversation with her father and his companions. I sauntered over, my steps slow and deliberate, and tapped Bella on the shoulder. She jumped, a shiver running through her body, and I couldn't help but scoff.
"I thought you'd be used to the cold by now, being with Edward and all," I chuckled as the newlyweds turned to face me.
"Violet!" Bella exclaimed, her face lighting up as she threw her arms around me. "I'm so glad you came!"
"Why wouldn't I?" I replied, returning her embrace. "It's a wedding invitation from a friend.”
Edward, with a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, said. "Are you doing okay?"
"Of course," I confirmed and then chuckled. "There's no bloodbath."
As we spoke, a woman with brown hair approached the bride and groom, enveloping them in a warm embrace. Behind her stood three others: a man and two women. A dark-haired man stood beside her, and two blonde women joined them.
"Congratulations, Edward," the words flowed from the woman's lips like honey, as she wrapped her arms around the groom. Her brown locks cascaded down her back, framing her face in a soft glow.
Edward's response was simple, yet sincere. "Thank you."
As the woman pulled away, a dark-haired man stepped forward. "Bella," he addressed her, his voice smooth like velvet.
"Eleazar and Carmen, right?" Bella inquired, her eyes scanning the couple before her. Carmen nodded in confirmation, her lips curving into a warm smile.
"Mmm-hmm," Carmen hummed, her head bobbing in agreement. "Hola."
Edward took the opportunity to introduce his family, gesturing towards the group of individuals standing behind him. "These are our cousins from Alaska," he explained. "Tanya, Kate, Eleazar, and Carmen."
Recognition dawned on my face as I realised who they were. "So they were the Denali Coven my family talked about," I thought to myself.
"We've heard so much about you," Kate spoke up, her voice laced with curiosity.
"Welcome to the family, Bienvenida," Eleazar greeted Bella, pulling her into a warm embrace.
"Thank you," Bella replied, feeling a sense of belonging wash over her.
Kate's attention then turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "And who's your friend?" she asked, smirking in my direction.
"I'm Violet," I introduced myself, feeling a bit nervous under her gaze. "I'm with the Khotlers."
"Of course," Eleazar chimed in, shaking my hand. "Gabriel told us about you. You have invisibility, am I correct?"
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "Yes?" I answered, my voice trailing off uncertainty. "Among other things."
Edward let out a small chuckle, breaking the tension. "C'mon, Eleazar," he teased. "Don't freak her out. She's still a newborn after all."
Tanya then stepped forward, a warm smile gracing her pale features. "And you're doing so well with lots of humans around," she complimented me.
"Thanks," I replied, feeling a sense of pride swell within me.
"Irina," said Carmen, turning around, and I observed another blonde woman with melancholic golden eyes. "Please come and meet Bella."
Irina appeared to be gazing beyond us but approached Carmen. She clung to her arm as if her life depended on it. Perhaps she was experiencing anxiety?
"I cannot do this," I overheard Irina whisper.
She seemed to be distressed about something.
"You made a promise," Tanya told her.
"They invited one," Irina responded, sounding both upset and angry.
I turned around and saw Billy Black, Jacob's father, and a young boy whom I recognised as Seth Clearwater. What was the issue? She had better not be prejudicing them.
"Irina, he is our friend," Edward defended.
"Yes," I interjected, and Irina glared at me. "He can be friends with whomever he chooses, even Native Americans.”
Irina scoffed and shook her head. "I meant wolves," she gritted her teeth at me. "Werewolves, you fool."
That comment hurt me, and Tanya snapped her head in Irina's direction.
"Irina! She is still new!" Tanya growled and turned to me. "I apologise for her. She is upset."
"It is alright," I replied, and my eyes narrowed at Irina. "And I am aware of what shapeshifters are. I have seen them. What is the big deal?"
"They killed Laurent," she responded tearfully.
"Who?" I inquired.
"A nomadic vampire and a friend of James and Victoria," Edward answered.
I growled, loud enough for Irina to hear. Edward looked down at me, and I swallowed nervously.
"Violet, stop," Bella whispered to me.
"He attempted to kill Bella," he continued, causing me to growl even more.
"I do not believe that," Irina spat out. "He wanted to be like us. To live in harmony with humans. With me."
"He disregarded our dietary guidelines and admitted to cheating," Edward stated.
"I DO NOT CARE!" she exclaimed loudly to him.
Edward apologised, and Irina stormed away.
"Irina!" Carmen called out to her as she and Kate followed her, leaving Tanya and the two men behind.
"Well, let us not monopolise the bride," Eleazar spoke before departing. "Congratulations."
"Thank you," Bella replied.
"I apologise," Tanya said one last time before she and Eleazar departed.
I bid farewell to Edward and Bella and took my seat at the table reserved for the Khotlers. The speeches began, but they were nothing more than a blur to me.
The guests were lively, dancing to the upbeat music that filled the air. Alice and Jasper stole the show with their dance moves, transporting us all back to the roaring twenties. I sat at the table, observing the festivities and admiring my family as they twirled around the dance floor with their partners. Gabriel with Helena, Joseph with Rhona, and Simon with Alana. They were all so happy, so in love.
I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. It would be nice to have someone to love, someone to share eternity with. Someone who was alive, undead, or a bit of both.
As I pondered my thoughts, I noticed Bella and Edward making their way through the crowd. My heart raced as I wondered where they were headed. Please don't let it be the Volturi, I thought to myself.
Without hesitation, I jumped from my seat and followed the newlyweds. And then, I caught a whiff of something. It was a scent I knew all too well. A human or a vampire? No, it couldn't be. It was a wolf, similarly to Seth, the same one that had killed the newborn army I was once a part of.
My curiosity piqued, I continued to follow Bella and Edward, eager to uncover the truth behind their mysterious departure.
THE DRIVE BACK WAS TENSE AS WE MADE our way through the winding roads, the silence between us as heavy as the storm clouds gathering above. Each mile brought a sense of foreboding, amplifying the unease that already simmered within our group. The mansion loomed in the distance, its gothic architecture casting an even darker shadow as we pulled into the driveway. The sight of its towering spires and intricate stonework only added to the feeling of dread that had settled over us.
Rushing inside, we were met with an atmosphere that crackled with tension. Joseph greeted us at the entrance, his expression etched with concern.
"Are they inside?" Rhona inquired, her voice tight with anxiety.
"Gabriel and Simon are with Saoirse," Joseph responded, his tone grim. "And Adeline is giving Ethan her usual death stare."
A low growl escaped Alana's throat, her eyes narrowing. "If she harms him—"
"Don't worry," Joseph cut in, raising a placating hand. "She hasn't harmed him. Yet. But they need to have a conversation with her. Now."
Confusion clouded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of the situation. What had transpired in my absence? What had caused this tension?
"Oh, wait," I began to piece the puzzle together, realization dawning upon me.
"I know what you're thinking, Violet," Joseph interrupted my thoughts, his voice calm yet filled with understanding. "You were in their territory, and you too saw a shadowy figure lurking. Was that shadowy figure my brother?"
His words hung in the air, the weight of the truth settling upon us all.
"It's not what you think," I began.
Joseph raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.
Helena, who had been listening intently, couldn't help but interject. "Why would you even be there?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.
"I didn't think I had gone too far," I confessed, feeling a pang of guilt. "But Simon did mention something about the Ursa Clan, and... well..."
I trailed off, unsure of how to explain the events that had unfolded. The truth was, I never expected to encounter them. My only goal was to see Ingram, but the bear shifters got caught in the middle. Thankfully, he intervened. Who knows what the bears would have done to me.
Joseph's concern deepened, his brows furrowing as he listened intently.
"Violet, you need to understand the gravity of this situation," Joseph said, his voice laced with urgency. "The Ursa Clan is not to be trifled with."
I nodded, fully aware of the danger I had unknowingly stumbled into.
"But why were they after you?" Alana asked, her voice filled with concern. "What did you do to provoke them?”
"I didn't do anything," I replied, my voice tinged with frustration. "I was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I had no idea their territory extended that far."
Just then, the door swung open and Simon emerged, his golden eyes locking onto my presence.
"Violet," he began, his voice low and filled with a mixture of relief and concern. "We were told what happened. Are you alright?"
I nodded.
"I'm fine, thanks to you," I replied, a sense of gratitude washing over me.
Simon's gaze softened, his expression one of understanding. "I did warn you about the Ursa Clan but I haven't told you about their land," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice. "They are fiercely protective of their territory and do not take kindly to outsiders."
I let out a sigh, realizing the gravity of the situation.
"They're waiting for you," he added, his words hanging in the air like a foreboding cloud.
As we approached the mansion, my eyes caught sight of Gabriel engrossed in conversation with one of the girls, while the other girl directed her intense gaze solely at Ethan. Joseph's warning had been accurate; she truly possessed a deathly glare.
The girl, fixated on Gabriel, possessed an exquisite beauty, appearing a few years older than myself. Her slender, athletic figure matched my own height of 5 foot 7 inches. With deep brown eyes and hair of the same hue, her triangular face was perfectly complemented. A radiant tan adorned her flawless skin. She donned a black T-shirt beneath a stylish double denim jacket, paired with jeans and black knee-length boots, complete with delicate heels.
In stark contrast, the second girl, probably around the same age as me, who still stared at Ethan with a murderous intent, stood a few inches shorter than her companion. Her features were the antithesis of the first girl's. With deep chestnuty brown hair, an oval face, and piercing blue eyes, her porcelain skin exuded an ethereal quality. She wore a brown leather jacket over a vibrant red shirt, accompanied by black leggings and sturdy black Dr. Marten boots.
Gabriel, sensing my presence, turned his gaze away from the girl.
"I'm guessing that's her," she murmured softly to him.
He simply nodded before distancing himself from her. Gabriel's golden eyes were now fixed on me, almost as if silently conveying, 'the floor is yours'.
"Hello, I'm Saoirse Osborne," the tan girl greeted.
Her voice was smooth and melodic, carrying a hint of confidence that matched her striking appearance. As she extended her hand towards me, I couldn't help but notice the delicate silver bracelet adorning her wrist, glinting in the lamplight.
I took her hand, feeling a warmth and energy radiating from her touch. "Nice to meet you, Saoirse," I replied, trying to match her poise. "I'm Violet."
Saoirse's smile widened, revealing a row of perfectly aligned teeth. "Violet, what a lovely name. It's a pleasure to meet you too."
As our hands parted, I turned my attention to the second girl, still fixated on Ethan with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Her name, I realized, was yet to be revealed.
Noticing my curiosity, Saoirse stepped forward, breaking the tension in the air. "Violet, this is Adeline Darcy," he introduced, gesturing towards the captivating girl.
Adeline's gaze briefly flickered towards me, her eyes piercing through my soul before returning to Ethan. Her lips curled into a slight smirk, revealing a mischievousness that contrasted with her ethereal beauty.
"Nice to meet you too, Adeline," I said, trying to maintain a calm composure despite the unease that lingered in the air.
Adeline's response was a mere nod, her focus unwavering. It was as if she had already made up her mind about me, and I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between her and Ethan to evoke such a chilling glare.
"We want to talk to you about last night," Saoirse said. "Adeline spotted you in our territory in our nightly routine in our bear forms."
Her words hit me like a sledgehammer. It was one thing to know I had been in danger, but to hear it confirmed by someone who had witnessed it firsthand made my skin crawl. Adeline's eyes, still fixed on Ethan, glowed with an icy fury that suggested she was far from forgiving.
Saoirse continued, her tone gentle but firm. "Our clan is very protective of its borders, as you've probably gathered. Adeline is particularly vigilant." She glanced at her friend, a note of understanding in her voice. "It's how we've survived for so long."
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of their scrutiny. "I understand. I didn't mean to trespass. It was a mistake. I was just... trying to find my way back."
Adeline's eyes finally shifted from Ethan to me. "A mistake that could have cost you your life," she said, her voice as cold as her gaze. "We don't take kindly to intrusions, no matter the intent."
Simon, who had been particularly quiet, stepped forward. "Adeline, she didn't know. She's new to all of this. It's my fault. I should have made sure she knew the boundaries."
Adeline's eyes narrowed. "And you think that excuses it? Ignorance is no shield in our world."
"Enough, Adeline," Saoirse said softly, yet with an authority that silenced further argument. She turned to me. "We're not here to punish you, Violet. We just need to ensure it doesn't happen again. For your safety as much as ours."
I nodded fervently, eager to show my understanding and remorse. "I promise it won't happen again. I'll be more careful."
Adeline took a step forward, her expression unyielding. "See that you do. Next time, we might not be so forgiving."
With that, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the room, leaving a palpable tension in her wake.
Saoirse gave me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about her. She's just very protective. But we do need to establish some boundaries. For everyone's sake."
I nodded again, feeling the gravity of the situation settle in. This was a world of rigid rules and fierce loyalties, and I had to learn quickly if I was to navigate it safely.
Saoirse and Adeline left the mansion and Gabriel shut the door. The heavy door thudded closed, sealing the mansion in an uneasy silence. Gabriel turned to face us, his expression thoughtful.
"We need to be more vigilant," he said, breaking the quiet. "Violet, this was a close call. Next time, it might not end so well."
"I understand," I replied, my voice steady despite the residual fear. "I'll be more careful."
Joseph stepped forward, his concern evident. "We should take this opportunity to regroup and reassess our plans. The Ursa Clan's reaction shows how precarious our situation is."
Alana, still tense from earlier, added, "We can't afford any more mistakes. Everyone needs to know the boundaries and the risks involved."
Simon nodded in agreement. "I'll make sure Violet is up to speed on everything. She won't be caught off guard again."
As the group dispersed to their tasks, I felt a mix of relief and determination. I was grateful for their support, but I also knew I had a lot to learn. The weight of my mistake hung heavy, but it was also a catalyst for growth.
Ethan approached me, his expression serious yet understanding. "Violet, don't be too hard on yourself. We all make mistakes, especially when we're new to this world. Just remember, we're all here to help each other."
I smiled, appreciating his words. "Thanks, Ethan."
As the night deepened, I retreated to the window sill, the events of the day playing over in my mind. The mansion, with its gothic architecture and ancient aura, felt like a fitting backdrop to the complex, shadowy world I had entered. The storm clouds that had loomed earlier had finally broken, rain pattering softly against the windows, a soothing counterpoint to the tension that had filled the evening.
The memory of Adeline's piercing gaze towards Ethan lingered in my mind, impossible to shake off. It had already been six long hours since Saoirse and Adeline departed from the grand mansion, leaving me with a stern reminder about their domain and the consequences of crossing its boundaries.
Ethan stood by the window, his silhouette stark against the moonlit backdrop. The night was quiet, but the tension in the air was palpable. His golden eyes, usually light hearted and humorous, now held a flicker of something I couldn't quite place.
"Hey, Ethan," I spoke softly, trying to break through the silence. "Are you okay?"
Ethan's gaze slowly shifted from the moonlit scene to meet my concerned eyes. His lips curled into a faint smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"I'm fine," he replied, his voice tinged with a touch of weariness. "Just lost in thought, I guess."
I took a seat beside him, the weight of his unease palpable in the air. Adeline's intense stare and their cryptic warning replayed in my mind, causing a shiver to run down my spine. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss, that danger lurked just beyond the edges of our peaceful existence.
"Ethan," I began cautiously, "what happened between you and Adeline that makes her hate you so much?"
He didn't turn to face me, but I saw his shoulders tense. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and measured. "Adeline and I... we were once close. A long time ago, before she became a member of the Ursa Clan, our paths crossed under less hostile circumstances."
I waited for him to continue, sensing there was more to the story.
"We met during a... difficult time. Our clans had established the truce a hundred years ago, but old grudges lingered. Trust was fragile. Adeline and I, we found common ground, saw the potential for genuine peace."
"And then?" I prompted, curious about the bond that must have formed from such an encounter.
Ethan sighed, finally turning to look at me. His eyes were clouded with memories. "We became... friends, of a sort. We realized that our clans didn't need to be enemies. We shared ideas, dreams of a future where our kinds could coexist without fear. But it wasn't meant to last. One night, Adeline's sister, Callie, came to warn me about an impending danger. She was loyal to the cause of peace, as we were."
He paused, the weight of his words heavy in the air.
"What happened?" I asked gently.
"There was an incident," Ethan continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Callie was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. She died trying to protect me from the Children of the Moon. It was a tragic accident, but it felt like a betrayal to Adeline. She blamed me for her sister's death. Our friendship ended that night."
The pain in his voice was raw, unguarded. This was a side of Ethan I had never seen before. His stoic facade had cracked, revealing the deep scars beneath.
"And now?" I asked, trying to understand the undercurrent of emotions I had seen in Adeline's gaze earlier.
"Now," Ethan said, his expression hardening, "there's a delicate balance we must maintain. Adeline's warning tonight wasn't just about the boundaries of our truce. It was a reminder of the consequences we've faced before. The peace between our clans is fragile, and there are those who would see it broken."
I nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. The night felt heavier, the silence more oppressive. We had to navigate this delicate balance, or risk reigniting old tensions that could devastate both our worlds.
I took a deep breath, breaking the silence that had settled like a thick fog. "Well, that does explain a lot about Adeline."
Ethan nodded, his eyes distant as if still lost in the painful memories. "It's not just about her sister, though. It's about trust, betrayal, and the fear of history repeating itself."
I pondered his words, the weight of them sinking in. "So, what do we do now? How do we navigate this fragile peace without causing more harm?"
He turned to face me fully, his expression resolute. "We have to be cautious, always aware of the boundaries we've set. We can't give them any reason to believe we're a threat. And most importantly, we have to find a way to rebuild that trust, little by little."
"Is that even possible?" I asked, doubt creeping into my voice.
Ethan's smile returned, though still faint and tinged with sadness. "It's not going to be easy, but it's the only way. We can't change the past, but we can try to shape a better future."
His words hung in the air, a mixture of hope and determination. I realized then that this was more than just a truce between the clan and the coven; it was a deeply personal mission for Ethan. He was willing to bear the burden of his past mistakes if it meant forging a path to lasting peace.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," I told him.
Ethan's eyes softened at my words, though I could still see the shadows of his past lurking in their depths. He gave a small nod, as if trying to convince himself as much as he was me.
"Thanks," he said quietly. "I appreciate it."
The room fell silent again, but this time it felt more contemplative than oppressive. I watched as Ethan turned back towards the window, his gaze lost in the expanse of the moonlit night. The weight of history and the delicate thread of peace were now clearer than ever.
ALANA'S FORECAST REGARDING THE weather proved to be absolutely accurate. The following day, the sky unleashed its torrential downpour upon us. However, to my surprise, I discovered a peculiar comfort in the raindrops that gracefully descended upon my skin. It felt as though the rain was cleansing away all of my anxieties and apprehensions, revitalizing my spirit and leaving me with a sense of rejuvenation.
As we made our way to the bustling London City Centre in a sleek Mercedes, Helena and Alana sat in the front while Rhona and I occupied the back seats. A feeling of discomfort started to wash over me. I wasn't used to being part of such a big group of friends. Despite Bella being my best friend, Angela and Jessica were more like casual acquaintances. And then there was Jessica's jealousy towards Bella and Edward's tight bond, which added an extra layer of tension to the already uneasy atmosphere.
Amidst the turmoil and unpredictability surrounding me, my thoughts couldn't help but drift back to my final evening as a mortal alongside Bella. A wave of memories washed over me, recalling vivid scenes like a flashback in a movie. In that fleeting moment, I found myself whisked away to a time when life was simpler, far removed from the heaviness of eternity and its inevitable repercussions.
As we relaxed in Bella's cozy bedroom, the absence of her father, Charlie, was undeniable. He was busy patrolling the streets as the chief of police, leaving us to our own devices.
"I don't think I'm suited for the whole university scene," I admitted, observing Bella as she gazed longingly out the window. She turned towards me, her expression thoughtful.
"I understand what you mean," she whispered, settling into the chair next to her bed. I sprawled out on the mattress, sensing the weight of her uncertainty.
We sat in silence for a while, with only the gentle hum of the air conditioning breaking the quietness. Finally, I decided to break the silence. "Is something bothering you?"
Bella hesitated for a moment before speaking, her chocolate brown eyes clouded with worry. As I watched her sit down on her chair, I couldn't help but notice the conflicted expression on her face. It was as if she was battling with her own thoughts, trying to make sense of the chaos that was brewing inside her. I lay on her bed, watching her in silence, until I finally spoke up.
"Something's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Bella shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the window. "No," she replied, barely audible. "Why do you ask?"
I couldn't help but chuckle at her response. "Well, for starters, Edward is always with you," I said, amusement lacing my voice. "And secondly, you keep looking at that window like you're hoping he'll show up in a Mercedes or something."
Bella let out a sigh, her eyes still fixed on the window. "I don't think he has a Mercedes," she whispered softly.
We sat in silence for a brief moment, the tension between us palpable. I could sense that Bella was struggling to open up to me, to share her innermost thoughts and feelings. But I knew that I had to be patient, to wait for her to come to me in her own time.
"That's fine," I finally said, breaking the silence. "You don't have to talk about it."
Bella glanced at me, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and confusion. "It's nothing," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Well, it is, but... Okay, do you remember Jacob Black?"
I leaned my head back and looked at her, my mind racing with a million thoughts and emotions. "Oh, okay," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Edward's jealous."
"You said it as if it's obvious," Bella replied, her voice laced with amusement.
I couldn't help but smile at her response. "Well, it kind of is," I said, my voice laced with playfulness. "Edward has always been a bit possessive when it comes to you."
Bella let out a small laugh, her eyes finally leaving the window and meeting mine. "I guess you're right," she admitted, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. "But it's not like that with Jacob. We're just friends."
I raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in my eyes. "Just friends, huh?" I said, my voice filled with mock skepticism. "I've seen the way he looks at you, Bella. And I've seen the way you look at him."
Bella blushed, her cheeks turning a shade of pink that made her even more beautiful. "Okay, maybe there's a little more than friendship there," she confessed, her voice barely audible. "But it's complicated."
I nodded, understanding flooding through me. "Love always is," I said, my voice softening. "But Bella, you deserve to be happy. Whether it's with Edward or Jacob or someone else entirely, you deserve to find that happiness."
Tears welled up in Bella's eyes, her vulnerability shining through. "I know," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "But it's hard, you know? To let go of something that feels so right, even if it's not perfect."
I reached out and took her hand in mine, offering her a comforting squeeze. "I understand," I said, my voice gentle. "But sometimes, we have to take risks and make difficult choices in order to find true happiness. And I'll be here for you, every step of the way."
Bella smiled, a mixture of gratitude and relief on her face. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. "I'm glad I have you in my life."
I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of warmth and connection between us.
"I'm glad too, Bella," I replied, my voice filled with affection. "And no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you. Just remember that."
As I concluded my musings, she let out a weary sigh. "You sound like a relationship guru," she quipped. "But you've never experienced it yourself."
I chuckled in response. "I may not have lived it, but I've seen it all on daytime TV," I retorted, and we shared a lighthearted moment.
As I reminisced about that conversation with Bella on my last night as a human, I couldn't help but see the irony in it all. Edward, the love of her life, was a vampire - a creature of the night, not bound by the same mortal limitations as us humans. And yet, she would spend eternity with him, in a way. It was a strange thought, but one that I couldn't shake off.
As I pondered over this, my mind wandered to Jacob Black and how he would be feeling about the upcoming wedding. Was he even invited? If he was, it would undoubtedly be an awkward affair for him. Watching the girl he loved tie the knot with someone else would be a heart-wrenching experience. I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't invited at all.
The pitter-patter of raindrops on the car roof snapped me back to reality. It was a scene I knew all too well, one that reminded me of the day the men had picked me up from the airport.
"Have you ever felt like you've been here before?" Rhona's voice broke through my thoughts.
I turned to her, puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Deja-vu," she explained. "I was looking through your memories and realized that our positions now are just like they were back then."
I couldn't help but laugh at the coincidence. "You're right, it does feel familiar."
Suddenly, a question popped into my mind. "How old were you all when you were turned?"
The car fell silent as they exchanged glances. It was a topic they rarely discussed, but my curiosity got the best of me. They were my family now, and I wanted to know everything about them.
Helena's answer was unexpected, "I was twenty-seven." Despite her youthful appearance, she was actually two hundred and eighty-two years old.
Rhona didn't hesitate to share her age, "I was twenty-five. Now, I'm eighty-two." There was a sense of pride in her voice, as if she had earned every year of her long life.
Alana chimed in, "I was twenty-four. Just turned eighty-three." Her eyes sparkled mischievously, showing that she still had the spirit of the young woman she once was.
As I absorbed their responses, I couldn't help but be captivated by the proximity of their ages and the timing of their transformation. It felt as though destiny had intertwined their paths, connecting them through the same everlasting curse.
"I'm the youngest," I interjected, feeling a tinge of exclusion. "I'm seventeen and how long have I been a newborn?"
Helena swiftly and accurately replied, "Three months. And you're doing remarkably well with your self-control." Her words carried a touch of maternal fondness, as if she took pride in my progress.
Rhona couldn't resist making a witty remark, "Hey, remembering is my specialty." Laughter erupted, solidifying the bond we shared through our shared journey.
As we arrived at the bustling heart of the city, Helena skillfully maneuvered the Mercedes into a prime parking spot at the shopping center. Excitement filled the air as we stepped out of the car, eager to explore the myriad of stores that lay ahead. Dress 2 Party, Phase Eight, Suzannah - the possibilities seemed endless.
We strolled through the streets, our footsteps synchronized like a marching band in a school.
The rain, despite the forecast, was a mere inconvenience to us vampires. The gentle droplets cascaded from the sky, enveloping the bustling streets in a refreshing mist. The clouds shielded us from the harsh glare of the sun, providing a much-needed respite.
Amidst this tranquil ambiance, Helena's voice pierced through. "What's the deal with dresses these days?" she pondered aloud.
Alana nodded in agreement, her expression reflecting the confusion. "The styles are so perplexing."
Unable to resist, I chimed in with curiosity. "What's wrong with them?"
Helena's tone turned wistful as she continued, reminiscing about a bygone era. "Dresses that barely reach the knees... What has become of women's fashion? I miss the elegance of my time. Shoulders covered, skirts that gracefully swept the floors, a modest chest, and the fan I would delicately wave to signal the men."
In that moment, I realized the stark contrast between our generations.
Rhona interjected, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "How far do you want us to regress? Do you still yearn for a time when we couldn't vote or have equality?"
Helena's eyes widened, taken aback by Rhona's response. "No, of course not," she quickly clarified. "I simply long for the grace and sophistication that seemed to accompany those fashion choices. It's not about regressing, but rather embracing a different kind of femininity."
Alana chimed in with a thoughtful perspective. "Fashion is ever-evolving, just like society. Perhaps what we consider elegant and stylish now is simply a reflection of the changing times. It doesn't mean we can't appreciate the beauty of the past, but we should also embrace the freedom to express ourselves in new ways."
I nodded in agreement, understanding both sides of the argument. "Fashion is a form of self-expression, and it's subjective. What may be elegant to one person may be outdated to another. We should celebrate the diversity of styles and choices available to us."
As time slipped away, we meandered through the heart of London, our gazes sweeping across the array of dresses in every boutique. The moments swiftly passed as we indulged in trying on numerous ensembles, each of us on a quest to find the ideal attire for the impending wedding.
Just as despair began to settle in, we chanced upon a store adorned with the most breathtaking dresses, each surpassing the previous one in beauty.
With anticipation in our hearts, we stepped into the boutique, the air inside was filled with a sense of elegance and sophistication, as if we had entered a realm of pure enchantment. The soft lighting cast a warm glow on the racks of dresses, illuminating their intricate details and delicate fabrics. It was as if the dresses themselves were whispering tales of romance and grandeur.
We were greeted by a saleswoman, her smile radiating genuine warmth and excitement. She guided us through the aisles, her expert eye discerning our individual tastes and preferences. After browsing through the racks, we finally found our perfect dresses and shoes.
Helena's choice was a true masterpiece. Her red dress flowed gracefully, its skirt reaching just past her ankles. The daring V-line on her chest and the sleeves that reached her elbows added a touch of allure. To complete the look, she paired it with a stunning pair of red high-heels that elongated her legs, making them appear endless.
Alana's selection was equally breathtaking. Her blue draped satin gown exuded elegance, with its folded off-shoulder neckline and a gathered floor-length skirt. The ensemble was perfectly complemented by her blue heels, adding a final touch of sophistication.
And then there was Rhona, who chose a golden dress that was nothing short of a vision of beauty. The sheen low V-neckline, adjustable rouleau straps, and cross over bodice invisible back zip accentuated her figure flawlessly. The midi length skirt with a front hem split added a hint of allure. With her golden eyes, the dress seemed tailor-made for her. To complete the ensemble, she opted for a pair of golden-like heels that added a touch of glamour.
And as for myself, I discovered the ideal black lace dress that hugged my curves flawlessly, featuring sheer lace sleeves and a flowing skirt that fell well above my knees. The black pumps I purchased to go with it were the perfect finishing touch.
Leaving the store, we felt like goddesses, eagerly anticipating the upcoming wedding. On our way home, the clouds rolled in, casting shadows over the city. Then, there was a buzzing sound coming from Rhona. She took her phone out of her pocket and placed it to her ear.
"Hello, Joseph," she said. "Woah, babe, calm down what you mean... Violet? Why would... Okay, we're coming home right now. Okay, bye."
She hung up her phone and looked over at me. "You got some explanation to do."
I frowned, taken aback. "What do you mean?" I asked, my mind racing to remember if I had done something that might have alarmed Joseph today.
Rhona's eyes were serious, her golden gaze piercing through me. "Joseph says there's been a breach at the forest last night. Saoirse and Adeline both wanted to speak with you specifically. He needs us back immediately."
Helena, Alana, and I exchanged worried glances. "Let's go," Helena said, urgency propelling the car forward.
THE BEAR'S GROWLS ECHOED THROUGH the forest, its search for me relentless. Even though I was invisible, I could sense it tracking my scent. Thanks to Simon's warning about the Ursa Clan, I managed to keep my primal urges in check.
I knew that if I let my guard down, the bear would surely find me and unleash its fury. I had to stay focused and remember everything the Khotlers had taught me about survival in the wilderness. As I crept through the dense underbrush, I could hear the bear getting closer and closer. I knew I had to stay calm and trust in my abilities.
Suddenly, the bear burst through the trees, its massive form looming over me. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable attack. But to my surprise, the bear stopped in its tracks and sniffed the air. It seemed confused, unable to locate me despite being so close.
I took advantage of this momentary confusion and slowly backed away, careful not to make any sudden movements that might alert the bear to my presence. As I retreated, I heard the sound of another set of footsteps approaching, growing louder with each passing second.
And then, emerging from the shadows, was another bear. But this one was different. Its fur was as dark as the night, blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness. It was a formidable creature, and I could sense the power emanating from its very being.
The two bears stood face to face, a silent exchange of dominance between predators. It was as if they were communicating without words, a tense moment in the heart of the forest.
I watched in awe as the two bears circled each other, their growls echoing through the trees. It was a battle of wills, a primal dance of power and strength. I knew that I had to make my move before the situation escalated further.
I slowly began to back away, trying to make my escape without attracting the attention of either bear. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
Just as I thought I had made it to safety, a twig snapped under my foot, alerting the bears to my presence. In an instant, they turned their attention towards where I stood, their eyes locking onto mine with a fierce intensity.
I knew that I was facing a life-or-death situation, and I had to act quickly.
Suddenly, the bears halted, their attention shifting to something behind me. The brown bear snorted while the black bear emitted a low growl. I turned my head to see what had captured their interest. To my astonishment, a tall figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in a black misty trench coat and a fedora hat, this man lacked a discernible face. He stood there, his presence commanding and enigmatic, as if he held some kind of power over the bears. The tension in the air seemed to shift like a new player had entered the game.
Sensing the shift in power, the bears slowly distanced themselves from each other, their growls fading away. It was almost as if they recognized this figure as a formidable force, not to be underestimated. As the figure drew closer, the bears began to retreat.
Then, a familiar caw sounded by my side. I glanced down to see the raven Lenore nuzzling against my leg.
It was unmistakably him.
As the bears fled from the towering shadowy figure, Ingram emerged from within him, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He seemed oblivious to my presence.
"Works like a charm," he chuckled. "They're terrified of it."
"Why is that?" I inquired, catching him off guard.
"Violet!" he exclaimed, turning to face me. "What are you doing here?"
I shrugged, trying to hide my surprise at seeing Ingram here, of all places. "I could ask you the same thing," I replied, crossing my arms. "What's with the whole act?"
Ingram chuckled, his eyes glinting mischievously. "Well, flower, sometimes a little mystery can be quite useful. Keeps people on their toes, you know?"
"Whoa, why did you call me flower?" I inquired, taken aback by the unexpected nickname.
"I thought it suited you," he replied, a sly smile gracing his face. "Violets are often associated with grief, mourning, death, and even darkness." He emphasized the last part with a playful wink.
I raised an eyebrow, unsure of how to interpret his words. "And what exactly are you implying with that?"
Ingram's grin widened, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Oh, nothing too sinister. Just that you have a certain allure, a mysterious aura that draws people in. It's fascinating, really."
I rolled my eyes, not buying his explanation. "Cut the act, Ingram. What are you really up to?"
He sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Always so suspicious, Violet. Can't a man have a little fun?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, not buying his innocent act for a second. "Fun? Terrifying bears and lurking in the shadows? That's your idea of fun?"
Ingram shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, it's not like I have many hobbies. Besides, it's all in the name of science."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "Science? What kind of science involves scaring bears and dressing up like a character from a noir film?"
Ingram grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. "Experimental psychology, flower. I've been studying animal behavior and the effects of fear on their responses. And let me tell you, it's been quite enlightening."
I couldn't help but be intrigued by his explanation. Despite his eccentricities, Ingram was undeniably intelligent and had a knack for uncovering the mysteries of the natural world. "So, what have you discovered?"
He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Fear, flower, is a powerful motivator. It can override even the most basic instincts. These bears, for example, are typically fierce and territorial. But in the presence of something they perceive as a greater threat, they retreat."
I nodded, beginning to understand his fascination with fear. "So, you're saying that this figure you've created, this faceless man, is able to put fear in these bears?"
Ingram nodded, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "Exactly! It's all about perception. The bears see this figure as a dominant force, someone they can't possibly challenge. And so, they retreat."
With a flick of his wrist, the tall figure wearing a shadowy fedora vanished into thin air.
I couldn't help but be impressed by Ingram's ingenuity and dedication to his research. Despite his unorthodox methods, there was no denying the results he had achieved. I should probably tell him that there was a bear shifting warrior women clan roaming around the forest that my new family had a truce with but I had decided to keep it to myself for now.
Ingram's curiosity got the better of him as he pressed me for an answer. "What brings you to this secluded part of the forest?" he inquired, his voice filled with genuine interest.
I hesitated for a moment. How should I explain this? As I was trying to think of a response, Lenore flapped her wings and flew off the ground and landed on Ingram's shoulder. He gently stroked her feathers, a look of pure delight on his face.
"I... was just walking around," I began.
Ingram's red eyes sparkled with anticipation, eager to hear more. "Just walking around?" he repeated, his voice tinged with curiosity. Lenore, perched on his shoulder, seemed to share his excitement, her wings fluttering softly.
I paused, searching for the right words to convey the truth without revealing too much.
"Oh, you're missing me already, aren't you?" he teased.
"No!" I hastily retorted, my tone inadvertently betraying me.
"Yes, you are," he affirmed, a knowing smile gracing his lips.
"Whatever," I muttered under my breath.
"I must confess, I had secretly hoped to see you again. Although I never expected it to be so soon," Ingram admitted, a touch of vulnerability seeping into his words.
My curiosity only grew stronger, my genuine interest in his presence in this part of the forest compelling me to talk to him more. Lenore, sensing the connection between us, remained perched on his shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, I decided to open up to Ingram. "Joseph, your brother, shared with me about your childhood. How your mother passed away during childbirth and your father was absent for most of your lives."
For a moment, Ingram's gaze hardened but then softened as he looked down at Lenore, gently stroking her feathers. "Yeah, it's been a rough road," he admitted, his voice tinged with sadness.
I felt a pang of sympathy for Ingram, realizing that there was more to him than just his playful banter and charming smile. There was a depth to him that I hadn't seen before, a vulnerability that he rarely showed to others.
"I lost my mother the same way," I revealed. "And my father was even worse. He abused me, but not my half-sister because she didn't killed her mother."
Ingram's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and empathy. "I'm so sorry to hear that," he said softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.
I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat. Opening up about my painful past was not something I did often, but there was something about Ingram that made me feel safe, understood.
Ingram took a few steps closer to me. His presence felt comforting, as if he was a shield against the world's cruelty. "We've both endured so much," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "But here we are, standing in this forest, finding solace in each other's company."
I couldn't help but be drawn to him, his vulnerability and understanding creating an unspoken bond between us. It was as if we were two lost souls, finding refuge in the depths of our shared pain.
Ingram reached out, his hand hesitantly brushing against mine. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, igniting a spark that I hadn't felt in years. It was a simple gesture, but it held so much meaning.
"I never expected to find someone like you," he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. "Someone who sees beyond the surface, who understands the pain that lies beneath."
"You hardly know me," I replied.
"But sometimes, you just know," he whispered, his gaze unwavering. "Sometimes, the connection is instant, and it feels like destiny."
I couldn't help but smile at his words.
Ingram's hand tightened around mine, his grip firm yet gentle and pulled me into his arms.
"Maybe we're meant to heal each other," he whispered, his voice carrying a hint of hope.
The touch of his hand sent a wave of reassurance through me, as if he were a lifeline in the midst of a storm. It was as if his touch had the power to heal wounds I didn't even know existed, to mend the broken pieces of my soul. In that moment, I felt seen, understood, and accepted in a way I had never experienced before.
As we stood there, our hands intertwined, I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability and trust that I had never felt with anyone else. It was as if he had the ability to peel back the layers of my carefully constructed facade, to see the raw and unfiltered version of myself that I rarely showed to the world.
Ingram's touch was not just physical, but emotional as well. It was a touch that spoke of empathy, compassion, and a deep understanding of the human experience. It was a touch that said, "I am here for you, no matter what."
As I looked into his eyes, I saw a reflection of my own desires and dreams. It was as if he had tapped into a part of me that I had long forgotten, awakening a sense of purpose and passion that had been buried deep within. His touch, his words, his presence, all seemed to ignite a fire within me, urging me to embrace the possibilities that lay ahead.
"Thanks for that, shadow man," I murmured.
Ingram chuckled. "Shadow man?"
"Well, you gave me a nickname, so why not return the favor?"
Lenore's caw echoed through the air, adding a touch of whimsy to the moment. Ingram's laughter filled the air, a sound that was both comforting and infectious. His crimson eyes sparkled with amusement, his voice laced with affection. "I suppose I can embrace that nickname, flower."
I couldn't help but smile at his words.
In that moment, the world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us standing together in our little bubble of shared understanding and connection. The trees whispered secrets in the breeze, and the moonlight shined in the sky with hues of silver and white, as if nature itself were celebrating our bond.
Ingram squeezed my hand gently, his gaze never wavering from mine. "You know, you have a way of making even the darkest shadows seem less intimidating," he said softly.
"And you, shadow man, make the light seem all the more brilliant," I replied.
We stood there in silence for a moment, the gravity of our connection pulling us closer together. The night seemed to stretch on, each second amplifying the intensity of our shared feelings.
Ingram's hand slipped from mine only to wrap around my waist, pulling me into a gentle embrace. His touch was cold, yet it ignited a warmth deep within my soul. "Are you planning to see me again?" he whispered into my ear.
I leaned into his embrace, feeling the chill of his body contrast with the strange heat that stirred within me. "As often as you'll let me," I whispered back, my breath mingling with the night air.
Ingram pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, his expression a mix of longing and determination. "Then let's make a promise," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "No matter what shadows we face, no matter how dark the night becomes, we will always find our way back to each other."
I nodded. "A promise," I echoed, my voice firm with conviction.
The raven cawed joyfully, her wings fluttering as if applauding our commitment. I couldn't help but giggle. "And I'll see you soon too, Lenore."
Ingram chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "It seems she has taken a liking to you as well."
A smile graced my lips. "I should return. My coven will surely be worried about my whereabouts."
"Give my regards to my brother," he said with a playful grin.
I nodded, a pang of sadness tugging at my heart as I reluctantly began to untangle myself from Ingram's embrace. "I will," I promised, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation.
Ingram's hand lingered on my waist for a moment longer before he finally released me, his touch leaving a lingering warmth that I carried with me as I turned to leave. As I walked away, I couldn't help but steal one last glance at him, his figure standing tall and strong against the backdrop of the moonlit night.
The journey back to my coven was filled with a whirlwind of emotions. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Ingram, his touch, his voice, and the vow we had made. I couldn't shake the feeling that our connection was something special, something that transcended the boundaries of time and space.
I CHOSE NOT TO DISCLOSE THE DETAILS OF my encounter with Ingram during our walk. There was something about that moment that felt deeply personal, something that I wanted to keep to myself. But the more I thought on it, the more I found myself wanting to see Ingram again.
I couldn't deny the magnetic pull he had on me, even though I knew it was wrong. Ingram was Joseph's brother, and getting involved with him would only complicate things further. But the way he looked at me, the way his voice sent shivers down my spine, it was impossible to resist.
As we stepped into the mansion, a gentle push guiding us forward, the opulence of the place never ceased to astound me. The vibrant hues of the crackling fireplace welcomed us, yet my bewilderment heightened upon spotting Gabriel in front of it, with Helena lurking behind him. Simon and Alana were snuggled on the couch to the left, while Rhona occupied the opposite end.
"I thought we needed a search party," Gabriel exclaimed.
Joseph attempted to explain, but his words lacked conviction. "She was simply taking a nighttime stroll."
My gaze wandered around the room, landing on a book lying on the floor. Intrigued, I made my way towards it.
"Considering this coven has a library," I pondered aloud, heading towards the book. "You left that book on the ground."
"It wasn't me," Simon quickly defended himself.
"Then who left this here?" I inquired, picking up the book, when suddenly something dropped in front of me.
I glanced up to see Ethan, roaring like a child attempting to startle me. But he was a big kid. My amber eyes stared blankly at him as he stopped screaming.
I greeted him with a smile, and his question caught me off guard, "Were you scared?" he asked, searching for an honest response.
I couldn't resist rolling my eyes, "I was this close to being scared," I retorted sarcastically, holding my fingers up to emphasize my point.
Ethan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I'll have to try harder next time," he replied, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
I couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought before he spoke. Did he even listen to himself? But I pushed those thoughts aside as we settled onto the couch, surrounded by the family.
Gabriel clutched the pristine white envelope in his hand, and as he delicately unfolded it. With great care, he extracted a small card, cleared his throat, and commenced reading.
"Isabella Marie Swan and Edward Anthony Masen Cullen," he began. "Together with their families; request the honour of your presence at the celebration of their marriage."
A tiny voice within me couldn't contain its delight and let out a high-pitched squeal. Edward and Bella, finally tying the knot? Why was I even surprised? They had endured countless trials together, facing Victoria's wrath, the chaos of the newborns, the haunting howls of the wolves, and the ever-looming threat of the Volturi.
"Wow, that's absolutely marvelous news!" Alana exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with unbridled joy.
"Finally, they're making it official," Joseph chimed in, a wide grin stretching across his face.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness for the couple. Edward and Bella's love story was one for the ages, a tale of forbidden love and undying devotion. From the moment they met in that small town of Forks, their connection was undeniable, their bond unbreakable.
As Gabriel continued to read the details of the wedding invitation, my mind drifted to the memories I shared with the couple. From the first time Bella stumbled into the cafeteria at Forks High School, to the day Edward saved her from a speeding van, to their epic showdown with the newborn army, I had been there every step of the way.
"This must mean Bella will soon be transformed into a vampire," Rhona mused.
"I hope she's ready for the change," I said, voicing my worries. Because I certainly wasn't.
As the celebration swirled around me, my thoughts drifted to a memory. Memories of Victoria's capture, of being thrust into the vampire world against my will. But as I looked around at the joy and love surrounding me, I pushed those thoughts aside. This was a time for celebration, for happiness. And I couldn't wait to witness Edward and Bella's love solidified in marriage.
But then, Ethan posed a question, "Are the Volturi planning to attend?"
I couldn't help but emit a low growl at the mere mention of their name.
"Come on, Ethan," Alana interjected. "Why would they bother attending the wedding? They have no reason to be here. This is a peaceful occasion, not a battle."
Alana did raise a valid point. Why would the Volturi have any interest in Edward and Bella's marriage? They surely had more pressing matters to attend to than a wedding.
But deep down, a nagging feeling of unease lingered within me. How much did they know about her? I recalled the day when Victoria and her army were defeated by the Cullens, and the Volturi guards — Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri — conversed with them. Despite the tense situation, they remained calm and composed when Bella stood by Edward.
Jane's childlike voice echoed in my mind, bidding farewell with the words, "Until next time."
They knew. They knew something about Bella, something that I couldn't quite grasp.
Joseph, reading my thoughts, inquired, "What is it about Bella?"
I snapped out of my reverie, realizing that Joseph had caught me lost in my thoughts. "Oh, nothing," I replied, trying to brush off his question.
"It can't be nothing," Joseph persisted.
"What's going on?" Gabriel's concerned voice broke through my thoughts, but I couldn't focus on him.
I sighed, realizing that I couldn't keep my concerns to myself any longer. "I just...I can't shake this feeling that there's something more to Bella than meets the eye. The Volturi, they seemed interested in her, and I can't help but wonder why."
Joseph furrowed his brow, clearly intrigued by my words. "Do you think they see her as a threat?"
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice filled with uncertainty. "But there's something about her, something that draws attention. And if the Volturi are involved, it can't be good."
Helena, her thumb gently caressing Gabriel's shoulder, chimed in, her curiosity getting the better of her. "What makes you say that?" she inquired, her eyes fixed on me.
"She said 'until next time'," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of unease and curiosity.
"Who?" Gabriel asked, his golden eyes searching mine for answers.
"Jane," I uttered, the name carrying a weight of its own.
Gabriel's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of Jane. The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone turned their gaze towards me, their curiosity and concern palpable in the air. It was clear that my revelation had struck a nerve. This was not a good sign, not at all.
Joseph was the first to break the silence, his voice laced with disbelief. "You saw the Volturi?" he questioned, his eyes wide with astonishment.
I nodded, my mind still reeling from the encounter. "Just the four. Jane, Alec, Felix, and Demetri."
Gabriel chimed in, his tone pensive. "I assumed they were already aware of Victoria and her army."
"They were," I confirmed, my lips pursed together. "They spoke to Victoria and Riley about the illegal creation of newborns, including myself. They would have stopped her,nbut I couldn't shake the feeling that they already knew even before confronting them."
Simon's brow furrowed in confusion. "Why do you think that is?"
I hesitated, searching for the right words to convey the inexplicable sensation that had gripped me. "I can't explain it," I finally admitted. "It was just a gut feeling."
Helena's voice cut through the tension. "So Bella is aware of them?"
I nodded, my gaze dropping to the floor. "It appears so."
Her next question sent a shiver down my spine. "Why spare her life?"
Before I could inquire further, Gabriel spoke up, his tone calm and deliberate. "Typically, when a human stumbles upon the Volturi, or any vampires who feed on them, they become prey. The one universal rule for all vampires is to maintain the secrecy of our existence."
I swallowed hard, the gravity of our predicament weighing heavily on me.
"However, it seems that Bella's unique circumstances may have played a role in their decision to spare her," Gabriel continued. "Perhaps they saw potential in her, or maybe they were intrigued by her connection to Edward and the Cullens."
Simon's eyes widened in realization. "So they're keeping a close eye on her, then?"
"It certainly seems that way," Joseph chimed in.
Helena's brows furrowed in concern. "But what does this mean for Bella? Is she in danger?"
Gabriel's expression darkened. "It's hard to say. The Volturi are not known for their mercy, and if they see Bella as a threat to their secrecy, they may not hesitate to eliminate her."
"But..." I began.
"However, if Carlisle did send them an invitation, it could postpone their arrival, causing them to question if it's the Cullens' way of announcing Bella's transformation."
This possibility seemed to offer a glimmer of hope amidst the growing tension. If the Volturi believed that Bella was on the path to becoming a vampire, they might delay their judgment and give her a chance to prove herself. But even then, the risks remained high.
Then, I couldn't help but ponder if the people back in Forks were fretting over my sudden disappearance. Were they searching for me tirelessly, or had they lost hope? Did anyone even report me missing, or was I so despised that no one bothered? Did Ayla read my letter? If she did, what would she do with it? Would she follow my advice and seek happiness, or would she discard it as worthless, disregarding the sentiments I poured into it?
"How did you manage to avoid the Volturi's detection?" Ethan inquired, his voice disrupt my thoughts. His mother playfully nudged his stomach, but he didn't seem to mind. "I mean, it's not every day that someone escapes their notice."
"I wasn't actually there," I explained. "I was battling Riley, a newborn, while rescuing a wolf from him."
"You saved a wolf?" Alana exclaimed, clearly taken aback by my revelation. "Why?"
I nodded, recalling the intense battle with Riley and the moment I had come face to face with the wolf in the midst of chaos. "I couldn't just stand by and watch him get hurt," I replied. "He was fighting for his life just like I was, and I couldn't ignore that."
"That sounds like you have sympathy for the wolf," Simon said.
I smiled at Simon's observation. "Maybe I do," I admitted. "But in that moment, it felt like the right thing to do."
"You were lucky to have gotten away," Rhona chimed in, her eyes filled with admiration.
Then, I inquired about the Volturi's attendance at the wedding, my voice laced with worry, shifting the focus back to them.
"I really hope not," Simon chimed in. "We can't afford any uninvited guests spoiling our big day, especially with so few humans present."
Gabriel pondered, a glint in his eyes. "Carlisle has managed to blend us in seamlessly without raising any suspicions. His family and friends act as our shield, our disguise. They are oblivious to our true nature, and we plan to keep it that way."
A hint of curiosity crept into my voice as I whispered, "Are there other vampire covens out there?"
Helena's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as she confirmed, "The Denali Coven resides in Alaska. Like us, they have adapted to survive on animal blood."
Ethan's mischievous grin widened as he added, "They're akin to the Cullens' distant relatives. Don't worry about them, they're all nice."
"Who exactly are they?" I inquired.
Gabriel smiled, his eyes softening with fond memories. "There's Tanya, the leader, and her sisters Kate and Irina. And then there's Eleazar and his mate Carmen. They're a tight-knit group, but they're always open to meeting new friends."
The Denali Coven did sound like fascinating vampires. And the fact that they were vegetarians made them all the more intriguing. I couldn't wait to meet them and learn more about their way of life.
"So, when's the big day?" I asked, my curiosity sparked.
"Thirteenth of August," Gabriel replied, his eyes shining with excitement. "This Saturday, in two months."
My mind whirled as I did the math. Two months. It was still June. June 21st, to be precise.
That was all the time left until the wedding. I couldn't help but speculate on how long Edward and Bella had been together. A year, maybe? Was Bella eager to become a vampire, with marrying Edward being the only way to achieve that? It would certainly resolve the issue of the Cullens keeping secrets from her. Or perhaps some would gossip that the Cullens were a secretive Mormon family who had converted a young woman to their faith. To others, they might even appear cult-like. Nevertheless, the wedding was fast approaching.
"I assume the ceremony will take place at a chapel?" Simon chimed in.
Gabriel shook his head, his eyes scanning the invitation. "No, it's at four hundred and twenty Woodcroft Avenue in Forks, Washington."
I nodded in agreement. "Yes, their home." I noticed Alana's expression change, as if she was offended by my remark. "Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful location. But this new venue is absolutely breathtaking."
The image of the grand Cullen house was still vivid in my mind.
The anticipation for the wedding continued to build, with each passing day bringing us closer to the momentous occasion. I could hardly contain my excitement as I imagined the beauty and grandeur of the event. The thought of witnessing Edward and Bella exchange their vows in such a breathtaking setting filled me with a sense of wonder and awe.
Rhona's voice cut through the tense air, her enthusiasm practically tangible. "That means we can have our girls' shopping spree!"
Helena interrupted, "A shopping spree for a wedding."
My mind raced with questions, "But will the humans notice us sparkles? That would suck."
Alana's comforting voice chimed in, "Don't worry about it, dear. It's going to pour tomorrow. Just your typical London weather." She chuckled, bringing her sentence to a close.
Rhona's infectious energy was contagious, "It's going to be your first time, Violet. It's going to be a blast!"
Rhona reminded me of Alice, her lively and kind nature reminiscent of her. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement for the upcoming adventure.
The countdown to the wedding had begun, marking the start of a new chapter in their eternal love story.
After a few hours, I stealthily made my way out of the grand mansion and strolled back towards the forest. While the other members of the Khotler family were relishing their leisure time, I felt it was the perfect moment to venture back in search of Ingram, or perhaps even Lenore the raven.
In that moment, I couldn't help but feel a surge of rebellious excitement, much like a mischievous teenager sneaking out of their parents' abode to rendezvous with friends or secret admirers. However, my intentions were far from frivolous.
Yes, I was a teenager, and yes, I was clandestinely escaping the confines of their family's grand estate, but my purpose was far more profound than mere socializing or pursuing romantic interests.
Every rustle of leaves and every distant caw of a crow sent shivers down my spine, but I pressed on, determined to unravel the secrets that lay hidden within the shadows of the trees. It wouldn't come as a surprise if it was Ingram himself orchestrating his shadows to do as he pleased, or if it was Lenore beckoning me with her haunting caws.
As I navigated through the dense undergrowth, the moonlight filtering through the nightfall sky, creating an otherworldly atmosphere that seemed to heighten my senses. Every sound, every movement, felt amplified in the stillness of the night, adding to the sense of anticipation that gripped me.
I moved cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest as I followed the faint trail that I hoped would lead me to my elusive quarry. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and moist leaves, and the only sound was the soft crunch of my footsteps on the forest floor.
Suddenly, a low growl halted me in my tracks. It didn't resemble the menacing snarl of a vampire or the fierce howl of a wolf, but rather something primal and untamed. I glanced up at the sky, noticing the moon in its waning gibbous phase. The Children of the Moon would not be prowling tonight, ensuring my safety in this moment.
However, the growl grew louder with each step I took. I hesitated, unsure of what could be lurking in the darkness. Was it a wild animal, a rogue vampire, or something even more sinister? I tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, but it seemed to be coming from all around me.
As I cautiously continued on, the growl turned into a low, guttural snarl. My instincts screamed at me to turn back, to retreat to the safety of the mansion, but my curiosity and determination pushed me forward.
Then, a memory flickered in my head.
Simon finished his story, exuding a calming aura of tranquility and understanding. Without missing a beat, he shifted the conversation. "Why did you come to the library, anyway?"
"I was thinking of finding books on mythical creatures," I answered. And perhaps shadow creatures too.
"Let me guess. Now that you're a vampire, you're curious about all things mythical?"
I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, exactly. I want to educate myself on things that were once just stories to me."
Simon leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Mythical creatures are certainly fascinating. Speaking of which, has Gabriel enlightened you about a group of women who can transform into bears?"
"What?"
"Oh, he hasn't. They are known as the Ursa Clan. They originated during the Viking era."
I leaned in, eager to hear more about this mysterious clan. "Tell me more about them. Are they dangerous?"
Simon's eyes sparkled with excitement as he began to recount the tales of the Ursa Clan. "Legend has it that the Ursa Clan were fierce warriors who could shift into powerful bears at will. They were said to be protectors of the forests, but also feared by those who crossed their path. It is said that they possess incredible strength and agility, making them formidable opponents in battle."
I listened intently, my curiosity piqued by the stories of these mythical beings. "Do they still exist today?"
"Gabriel has established a truce with them," Simon revealed. "The clan was once adversaries of the vampires. But now, they coexist peacefully, each respecting the other's territory and boundaries. It's a delicate balance, but one that has been maintained for centuries."
I couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of these powerful women who could transform into bears. "Do you think I could meet them someday?"
Simon smiled knowingly. "Perhaps. But remember, they are not to be underestimated. Approach with caution and respect, and they may just welcome you into their world."
Could it be? Was this growl the unmistakable call of the Ursa Clan, the legendary bear shifter warrior women that Simon told me about, in the library? The thought sent a thrill through me, mingling with the fear, and I knew that I had to discover the truth, no matter the cost.
I quickened my pace, my footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night. The growl seemed to follow me, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. The path ahead was shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the moon's pale glow. I could feel the weight of the unknown pressing down on me, but I couldn't turn back now.
As I ventured deeper into the forest, the growl grew louder, reverberating through the trees. It was as if the very earth trembled beneath its power. I could sense that I was getting closer, closer to the heart of the mystery that lay before me.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, causing the leaves to rustle and a loud thud to echo from the darkness on my right. The growl grew closer, more menacing, and I could feel the presence of something powerful and primal drawing near.
Standing before me was a massive, hulking figure, its eyes glowing in the darkness. It bore a striking resemblance to a brown bear. Its dark brown fur stood on end, revealing sharp claws and teeth that glistened in the moonlight. The growl emanated from deep within its chest, vibrating the very ground beneath me. And I couldn't tear my eyes away from the creature before me.
The bear simply stared at me, its unwavering focus fixed solely upon my presence.
Its eyes held a mix of curiosity and caution, as if assessing whether I posed a threat or not. I could feel the tension in the air, the primal energy pulsating between us. Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run, to flee from this dangerous predator, but something within me refused to back down.
Summoning every ounce of courage I had left, I slowly raised my hands in a gesture of peace, hoping to convey that I meant no harm. The bear's growl intensified as its teeth began to show, a clear warning that it was ready to defend itself if necessary. Its massive form seemed to fill the entire space, dominating the darkness around us.
"No, please," I whispered. "I come in peace."
With cautious steps, the bear began to approach me, its massive paws thudding against the earth with each deliberate stride. The ground trembled beneath its weight, amplifying the intensity of the moment. The bear's eyes never left mine, its gaze unwavering and piercing. It seemed to be searching for something, perhaps a flicker of fear or aggression that would justify its own defensive response.
"Violet... Where are you?" Bree's voice reverberated in my mind.
How was I hearing her? She was gone. Forever.
The bear snarled at me, ready to attack. Then, I switched on my invisibility. With a surge of power, I willed myself to disappear from sight, hoping that my newfound ability would be enough to diffuse the situation. As I vanished into thin air, the bear's growls turned into confused grunts, its head searching for any trace of my presence.
But even in my invisible state, I could still feel the bear's presence, its hot breath lingering in the air. I knew that I couldn't stay hidden forever, and I needed to find a way out of here without getting caught.
With careful movements, I began to slowly back away as I navigated through the darkness. The bear's confusion gave me a small window of opportunity, and I took full advantage of it, silently slipping away from its reach.
As I made my way through the forest, I could still feel the bear's presence lingering behind me, a constant reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs sent a shiver down my spine, as I remained on high alert, ready to react at a moment's notice.
THE KHOTLERS' FAMILY MANSION WAS ALIVE with the hum of excitement and the occasional burst of laughter, bouncing off the high ceilings and echoing through the grand hall. Tonight was game night, as Rhona pointed out back at the forest, a cherished tradition in my new vampire family, and the game of choice was Pictionary. No fangs, no gothic imagery, just pure, unadulterated fun.
As I walked into the drawing room, the warm light from the chandeliers played off the rich, dark wood of the furniture, giving the space a cozy yet elegant feel. The room was dominated by a large fireplace, its flickering flames casting a welcoming glow. An enormous whiteboard had been set up on an easel, and the coffee table was strewn with markers, erasers, and a stack of cards bearing the game's prompts.
Gabriel and Helena were arranging the furniture, making sure everyone would have a clear view of the board. Helena, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, caught my eye and smiled. "Violet, come join us! We're about to start."
I felt a flutter of nerves and excitement as I took my place beside her. The teams were already divided: girls against boys, a setup that had apparently been in place for centuries. Gabriel, with his effortless charm, winked at us as he joined the other side with Joseph and Simon. Rhona and Alana exchanged a determined look, while Ethan bounced on his toes, eager to begin.
"Okay, everyone knows the rules," Helena announced, her voice commanding attention. "We have one minute to draw and guess the word on the card. No letters, no numbers, and definitely no cheating." She gave Joseph a pointed look, which he returned with an exaggerated expression of innocence.
"I never cheat," Joseph retorted, glancing at me. "She just thinks I do."
"I know you cheat," Helena laughed, setting the tone for a night of friendly competition.
The game began with Alana stepping up to the board. She drew a card, glanced at it, and immediately set to work. Her strokes were quick and sure, and soon we were shouting out guesses.
"Tree!" Rhona called out.
"Forest!" I added, but Alana shook her head vigorously and drew a couple of squares at the bottom.
"Christmas!" Helena shouted, and Alana beamed, nodding enthusiastically. The girls cheered, and the boys groaned good-naturedly.
Next up was Simon. He drew a card, gave a dramatic sigh, and started to draw what looked like an abstract mess of lines. Gabriel and Joseph squinted, trying to make sense of it.
"Is it... a maze?" Gabriel guessed. "Fog?"
"Spider web!" Ethan suggested, his young face scrunched in concentration.
Simon shook his head, erasing furiously before starting again. Finally, Joseph shouted, "Tornado!" and Simon threw up his hands in triumph. The boys whooped and high-fived.
As the game continued, the room filled with laughter and playful teasing. Rhona's turn had us in stitches as she tried to convey "elephant" with what looked more like a deformed horse, and Joseph's attempt at "ballet dancer" ended up looking like a stick figure doing karate.
When my turn came, I felt a rush of nervous energy. I drew a card and tried to keep my face neutral as I read the word: "rollercoaster." Taking a deep breath, I started drawing the tracks, the loops, and the little cars with stick-figure passengers.
"Train!" Helena guessed. "Racing cars!"
"No, it's a rollercoaster!" Alana shouted and the the girls erupted in cheers.
"Well done, Violet!" Rhona exclaimed, giving me a high-five. I felt a surge of pride and belonging.
As the night wore on, the competition grew fiercer, but the laughter never stopped. Gabriel's exaggerated charades while drawing "tap-dancing" had us all in tears, and Alana's artistic masterpiece of "hula hoop" was met with raucous applause. Even Ethan, who was often quiet, came alive with excitement, his guesses and drawings adding to the lively atmosphere.
By the end of the game, the score was tied, and it all came down to one final round. Helena stepped up for the girls, her expression determined. She drew her card, gave a nod, and began to draw. Her strokes were confident, and soon she had sketched out a picture that was both intricate and clear.
"Is it... a concert?" I guessed.
"No, it's a... theater!" Rhona tried, but Helena shook her head, urging us to keep guessing.
"Parade!" Alana shouted, but time was running out.
"Festival!" I finally figured out just as the timer buzzed, and Helena dropped the marker with a triumphant grin.
"Correct!" she announced, and the girls erupted into cheers, jumping up and down in celebration. The boys groaned, but their smiles betrayed their enjoyment of the night.
"Well played, ladies," Gabriel said, wrapping an arm around Helena and pulling her close. "How about another game? Any suggestions?"
"Charades?" Ethan requested and we all agreed to play it.
"Alright, everyone," Gabriel called out, his deep voice commanding attention. "Let's split into teams. We'll draw names to mix things up."
Helena held out a bowl filled with slips of paper. We each drew a name, and soon the teams were formed. I ended up with Gabriel, Rhona, and Ethan, while Helena, Joseph, Simon, and Alana made up the other team.
"May the best team win," Helena said with a wink.
"We intend to," Rhona replied with a mischievous grin, making us all laugh.
Gabriel stepped up first for our team. He drew a card and studied it briefly before launching into his performance. He began miming driving a car, then started to flail his arms wildly.
"Car crash!" Ethan shouted immediately.
Gabriel pointed at Ethan with a proud smile, and we all cheered. The opposing team clapped politely, but I could see the determination in their eyes.
Next up was Helena. She drew a card, glanced at it, and began her act. She mimed picking up something heavy and throwing it repeatedly.
"Is it weightlifting?" Simon guessed, but she shook her head.
"Shot put!" Alana guessed, and Helena nodded vigorously. Their team cheered, and the game was off to a competitive start.
Rhona was next for us. She drew her card, smirked, and started her performance with exaggerated sneaking motions. Then she pretended to tiptoe and look around nervously.
"Spy?" I guessed, and she nodded, grinning broadly. Our team whooped and clapped, high-fiving each other.
As the rounds continued, the room filled with laughter and friendly banter. Joseph's turn had us all in stitches as he tried to convey "octopus" by waving his arms wildly, and Alana's attempt at "juggling" was a comical masterpiece of pretend dropping balls.
When it was my turn, I drew a card and felt a flutter of nerves. "Astronaut." I took a deep breath and began miming the slow, deliberate movements of walking in zero gravity, then pretended to float.
"A ghost?" Rhona guessed, her head tilted in concentration.
"No, it's an astronaut!" Helena shouted, clapping her hands in delight as the rest of our team cheered. I felt a surge of pride and relief.
"You're a natural, Violet," Gabriel said, giving me a reassuring pat on the back.
As the game went on, the competition grew fiercer. Helena's turn to mime "tightrope walker" had us all on the edge of our seats as she pretended to balance precariously, and Simon's "opera singer" involved such dramatic gestures and silent singing that we couldn't stop laughing.
Ethan's enthusiasm was infectious. When it was his turn, he drew a card and began miming with fervor. He pretended to hold a fishing rod and reel something in with great effort.
"Fishing?" Gabriel guessed, but Ethan shook his head, continuing to pull with exaggerated difficulty.
"Catching a big fish?" Joseph tried, and Ethan nodded, grinning from ear to ear. Their team celebrated loudly, and Ethan's eyes sparkled with pride.
As the night wore on, the score remained close. It all came down to one final round. Helena stepped up for her team, drew a card, and started miming. She mimed stirring something in a pot and then pretended to take a taste.
"Cooking?" Alana guessed.
Helena shook her head and added more actions, pretending to chop ingredients and mix them vigorously.
"Baking a cake!" Rhona shouted, and Helena nodded with a big smile. Their team erupted in cheers, and we applauded their win.
"Great job, everyone," Gabriel said, his voice full of warmth and pride. "That was a close game."
"Next time, we'll get you," Rhona teased, her eyes twinkling with competitive spirit.
As the excitement wound down, we gathered around the fireplace, sharing stories and laughter. The sense of camaraderie was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this newfound family. They had accepted me, embraced me, and made me feel like one of their own.
Ethan settled beside me, his eyes bright with excitement. "That was so much fun, Violet! You were amazing at guessing."
"Thanks, Ethan," I said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You were great too. I think you're the real Charades champion here."
He beamed at the praise, and I felt a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the fire. This was home. These were my people.
As the night drew to a close, we tidied up the remnants of the game and prepared to retire. Helena and Gabriel shared a tender moment by the fireplace, their love for each other evident in every glance. Simon and Alana, arm in arm, whispered softly, their bond as strong as ever. Joseph and Rhona were still bickering playfully about some long-forgotten game, their laughter echoing through the room.
I took a moment to soak it all in, feeling the weight of centuries of tradition and the joy of new memories being made. Game night at the Khotlers was more than just a way to pass the time; it was a celebration of family, of connection, and of the ties that bound us together.
But then, I spotted a raven resting on the window sill. Its dark feathers glistened in the moonlight, its eyes piercing and wise. The raven seemed to be observing us, as if it knew the significance of our gathering. It was a reminder that even in moments of happiness and togetherness, there was always a hint of mystery and the unknown.
Strangely, my mind drifted back to my human days at Forks High, sitting in English class. I recalled Mr. Mason — was that his name? — assigning us to choose a favorite poem to recite in front of the class; I had chosen Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven," naturally.
I tried to recall the poem's opening line in my head.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary..." The words echoed in my mind as I watched the raven outside, feeling a strange sense of connection to the bird and to the poem itself.
Reflecting on Poe's life, I pondered the tragedies he endured: the loss of both parents at a young age, his foster mother's death at twenty, and his wife Virginia succumbing to tuberculosis. These heartbreaks fueled his fixation on death, evident in his literary works.
Contemplating further, I envisioned a hypothetical scenario where Poe encountered a vampire, an immortal being untouched by death.
In this imagined encounter, Poe would be both fascinated and repulsed by the vampire's eternal existence. The vampire, with its pale skin and piercing eyes, would embody the very essence of death that Poe was so captivated by. The two would engage in deep conversations about mortality, immortality, and the human condition.
But then, a thought struck me. If the vampire were to offer Poe the gift of immortality, would he accept or would he simply refuse it?
As I continued to watch the raven perched on the window sill, a name suddenly popped into my head.
"Lenore," I whispered, as if the bird could hear me. It seemed fitting, considering the connection I felt to Edgar Allan Poe's poem.
Lenore, the raven, and I were all intertwined in this moment of mystery and the unknown. I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Was it a sign of something ominous to come, or simply a coincidence? I shook off the feeling, choosing instead to focus on the warmth and love that filled the room.
Lenore had flown off into the night, leaving behind a sense of mystery and intrigue. But as I looked around at my family, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united by love and laughter. And as we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds that held us together, stronger than any darkness that may come our way.
The next day, a thick blanket of clouds veiled the sky, concealing the radiant sunlight from my sight. With a thirst that gnawed at my insides, I ventured out into the wilderness, seeking solace in the hunt for an unsuspecting animal, perhaps a graceful deer. In the depths of my mind, a flicker of hope ignited, yearning to cross paths with Lenore, the enigmatic raven. Yet, a lingering doubt lingered, whispering in my ear, questioning how I would discern if fate had indeed brought us together once more.
As I trudged through the dense undergrowth, the silence of the forest enveloped me, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves under my feet. The air was heavy with anticipation, as if nature itself held its breath, waiting for the moment when destiny would reveal its hand.
"Violet?"
Bree's voice reverberated in my mind. I frantically scanned the forest, but there was no sign of her. Then, the realization struck me - she was gone. The weight of my solitude pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its heavy burden. I pushed forward, determined to find some semblance of purpose in this desolate landscape.
As I continued my journey, the clouds above began to darken, threatening to unleash a torrent of rain upon me. Eventually, I spotted a deer, grazing peacefully in a small clearing. Its elegant form and gentle demeanor captivated me, and I felt a surge of gratitude for the opportunity to witness such beauty in the midst of my desolation.
With cautious steps, I approached the deer, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the intensity of its gaze as it turned its head to meet my eyes. In that moment, a connection formed between us, a silent understanding that transcended words. I reached out my hand, hoping to touch its soft fur, but it gracefully stepped back, as if reminding me of the boundaries between our worlds.
And without hesitation, I seized its neck and sank my teeth into its flesh, savoring the taste of animal blood. The metallic tang filled my mouth, momentarily satisfying my insatiable thirst. The deer struggled weakly in my grasp, its eyes wide with fear and pain. Guilt washed over me, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself of the necessity of survival in this unforgiving world.
As I fed, a sense of primal satisfaction washed over me, momentarily drowning out the doubts and uncertainties that plagued my mind. The rain began to fall, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The forest around me seemed to come alive, the droplets of water dancing on leaves and creating a symphony of sound.
But amidst the chaos of nature's orchestra, a familiar caw pierced through the air. I froze, my senses heightened as I strained to locate the source of the sound. There, perched on a nearby branch, was Lenore, her ebony feathers glistening in the rain.
A surge of hope and disbelief coursed through me, as if fate had finally answered my silent plea. Lenore's eyes met mine, and in that moment, I knew. This was no mere coincidence. Our paths had crossed once again, and this time, I would not let her slip away.
With renewed determination, I released the deer from my grip, its lifeless body falling to the forest floor. Lenore watched me intently, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and understanding. I approached her cautiously and, as I drew nearer, Lenore spread her wings, a gesture that seemed to invite me closer.
I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against her sleek feathers. A surge of electricity coursed through me, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the natural world.
Yet, as darkness slowly enveloped us, Lenore remained unfazed. It was as though the darkness held a familiarity for her, a comfort in the unknown.
"Greetings," a man's voice broke the silence.
Startled, I turned to face the source of the voice, my hand still outstretched towards Lenore. Before me stood the man, his features unmistakable. I recognized his oblong face, the thick dark hair, and the beard that covered his neck. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, fixed on me. Clad in a vintage suit of rich purple with intricate black patterns, he looked more suited for a grand masquerade than a stroll in the woods.
His presence exuded an air of mystery and power, leaving me both intrigued and wary.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The man smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. "I am known by many names, but you may call me Ingram," he replied, his voice smooth and velvety, like the sound of a distant violin.
My amber eyes flickered at the mention of the name. Thoughts of Joseph's past, particularly of his brother, Ingram, flooded my mind.
Ingram's smile widened at my recognition, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Ah, I see you have heard of me," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. Ingram's presence felt both alluring and dangerous, like a predator disguised in the guise of a charming gentleman.
Lenore shifted beside me, her feathers rustling softly as if sensing the tension in the air. I glanced at her, seeking reassurance in her familiar presence, but even she seemed wary of the man before us.
Ingram's gaze lingered on me, his smile unwavering. "You are exquisite, breathtaking," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "At first glance, I believed I had let my creation escape my grasp."
I felt more shiver run down my spine at his words, unsure of what he meant by "creation." My mind raced with questions, but before I could voice them, Lenore let out a soft, melodic chirp, breaking the tension in the air.
Ingram's gaze shifted to Lenore, his eyes softening as he reached out a hand to gently stroke her feathers. "Ah, Lenore, as she calls you," he said fondly, "You've done well."
I watched in confusion as Lenore nuzzled into Ingram's touch, seemingly at ease in his presence. It was as if she knew something I didn't, something about this man that made her trust him.
Ingram turned his attention back to me, his smile now tinged with a hint of mischief. "You must have so many questions, my dear," he said, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious light.
"Whoa, what's with the 'my dear' thing?" I suddenly exclaimed.
Ingram chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving mine. "Just a term of endearment, my dear," he replied smoothly. "But I understand if it makes you uncomfortable. I can assure you, I mean you no harm."
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at his words. There was something about him that seemed off, something that made my instincts scream at me to be cautious. But Lenore seemed to trust him, and I couldn't ignore her intuition.
Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke up. "What do you mean by 'creation'?" I asked, my voice steady despite the nerves that were beginning to creep in.
Ingram's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and excitement. "Ah, my dear-"
"Quit calling me 'dear' and get to the point!" I interrupted, my impatience getting the better of me.
Ingram's expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Apologies, my apologies," he said, his tone slightly strained. "To answer your question, 'creation' refers to what humans would classify as 'shadow creatures'."
Recalling my previous research on shadow creatures and Joseph's stories of Ingram's fascination with shadows and darkness in his human life, I pondered the implications of his words.
His nod was accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he was delighted by my deduction. "Very perceptive," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I have the ability to bend shadows to my will, to create and control these shadow creatures."
I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of such power. It was both fascinating and terrifying at the same time. The raven's trust in him suddenly seemed even more significant, as if she had sensed the depth of his abilities.
"Is Lenore one of your creations too?" I asked, my curiosity overpowering my unease.
Ingram's grin widened even further, his pride evident in his posture. "Indeed, Lenore is one of my most recent creations," he confirmed, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and possessiveness. "I was journeying through North America a few months back. I stumbled upon a dying fire where I discovered they were ashes from the vampires. I couldn't resist the opportunity. I used my powers over shadows to breathe new life into them, transforming them into something entirely different."
My mind raced with questions, trying to comprehend the extent of Ingram's abilities. "So, Lenore is a vampire turned shadow creature?" I asked, my voice barely concealing my astonishment.
"Precisely, Violet," Ingram replied, his tone filled with certainty.
My breath caught in my throat as I processed his response. Before I could fully react, a realization struck me. "Wait a minute, I never told you my name."
Ingram's smile grew slightly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "You're right, you didn't. But my brother called out your name, and you reacted."
Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind...
The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, intoxicating and irresistible. It mingled with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest, creating a heady cocktail that fueled my desire. It was a scent that triggered a primal response, awakening the ancient instincts that lay dormant within me.
Halting suddenly, I fixated my gaze upon the unsuspecting human, my predatory instincts kicking in as my body coiled, ready to strike. However, just as I was about to unleash my attack, my attention was diverted by a mysterious presence concealed within the dense greenery.
Emerging from the shadows was a figure, shrouded in a mystifying silhouette resembling that of a man, his eyes emanating an eerie crimson glow. The details of his attire and appearance remained elusive, leaving me intrigued and uncertain.
Silently, his gaze shifted from the injured cyclist to me, as if we shared a common prey that one of us would ultimately feast upon. Despite my instincts screaming at me to flee, I found myself inexplicably drawn to him, a strange sense of curiosity and fascination taking hold of me.
Instead of either of us making a move towards the cyclist, we stood there, locked in a gaze, as if engaged in a silent battle of wills.
I could feel the power emanating from him, a force that both intrigued and intimidated me. His presence seemed to command respect and fear simultaneously, a paradox that left me feeling both drawn to him and wary of his intentions.
As we stood there, a silent understanding passed between us, a recognition of each other's strength and capabilities. It was as if we were two predators sizing each other up, each waiting for the other to make the first move. And yet, there was a strange sense of camaraderie in that moment, a shared understanding of the primal instincts that drove us both.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I stood there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Soon enough, Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon caught up with me, their voices harmonizing in a chorus of concern. "Violet, please, just stop!" Joseph's voice boomed with authority, yet beneath the surface, I sensed his own frustration and exasperation...
I was taken aback by this revelation, my mind racing to that moment in my new life. It was as if we were living in a small world, and it seemed like it. The realization sent shivers down my spine, a mixture of awe and unease.
Ingram, sensing my apprehension, took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and reassurance. "Do not be afraid, Violet—."
"It was you I saw at Epping Forest?" I immediately accused.
Ingram's eyes widened in surprise, his grin fading slightly. "Yes, it was me," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt. "I apologize for not revealing myself sooner. I wanted to observe you, to see if you were truly worthy of my trust."
The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The encounter in Epping Forest, the mysterious figure watching me from the shadows from outside the mansion — it had all been him. The realization left me both intrigued and unsettled.
Ingram took a step closer, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. "I assure you, Violet, my intentions were never malicious."
A mix of emotions swirled within me, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "But why?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Ingram's expression softened, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion I couldn't quite decipher. "Because—."
Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of approaching footsteps reached our ears, and it seemed he noticed it too.
Ingram's eyes darted towards the source of the noise, his face contorting into a mix of concern and urgency. "I better leave," he said to me.
I watched as he quickly turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing there, my mind reeling with questions and confusion. What was he about to disclose before the interruption? Despite the uncertainty, a part of me couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pull towards him, yearning more for his presence.
"Hey, Violet!" Joseph's voice called out to me. Oh no. Ingram's brother was approaching me. I needed to compose myself before he jumped to any conclusions. "I'm glad I found you, because I thought—."
I quickly plastered a smile on my face, trying to push aside the lingering thoughts of Ingram. "Hey, Joseph! What's up?" I asked, hoping to divert his attention away from the mysterious encounter I had just experienced.
"Are you okay?" he inquired. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
I chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the lingering effects of my encounter with Ingram. "Oh, you know me, always getting lost in my thoughts," I replied, hoping my casual tone would convince Joseph that everything was fine.
Joseph raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by my response. "Hmm... anywhere, Gabriel has something to share with us."
"What is it?" I asked, to shift the focus of the conversation.
"A surprise. He wants the entire family to be present."
As Joseph and I made our way back to the mansion, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the interrupted conversation with Ingram.
AS I DESCENDED THE STAIRS, ONCE AGAIN, my ears were met with an eerie silence that permeated the living room. The stillness was so palpable that I could almost hear the dust particles settling on the furniture. My heart began to race as I scanned the room, searching for any sign of life. But alas, it was empty.
My mind raced with questions. Where has everyone gone? It couldn't be a hunting trip, for Alana and Rhona had returned earlier with a fresh kill, their faces smeared with blood. So where could they be? The mystery hung heavy in the air, taunting me with its enigmatic presence.
With a flicker of my amber eyes, I scanned the spacious living room, searching for any sign of their presence. And yet, there was none. Perhaps they were indulging in a feast of venison, which would certainly explain their conspicuous absence. As I pondered this possibility, a movement caught my attention from the corner of my vision. It was Rhona, sauntering towards me with a cup in hand.
Just the woman I needed to see.
"Hello, Vi," Rhona greeted me with a sly smile. "How's your immortal soul?"
"I'm doing quite well," I replied, my voice dripping with the honeyed tones of the undead. "And yourself?"
"I am as fine as one can be in this eternal existence," she said, handing me a cup. I took it from her, my eyes flickering to the crimson liquid within. "It's from the deer. A rare delicacy these days, as everyone seems to have a taste for their blood. But I managed to save some for you."
"Thanks," I murmured, bringing the cup to my lips.
The blood was sweet and tender, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. It was a far cry from my days as a human, when I wore black every day and was mocked for my gothic appearance.
"Your eyes are amber," Rhona observed.
I shrugged, taking another sip. "Is that a good thing?"
"Yes it is," she replied. "It means your diet is working. Give it a couple more months, and you'll see the gold."
I continued to drink, savouring the taste of the blood. It was a far cry from my old life, but I couldn't imagine going back. The thought of being a vampire had once been a joke to my classmates, but now it was my reality. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
My gaze fell upon Rhona, and I couldn't help but wonder, "How on earth did you come across this coven? Your accent doesn't exactly scream British."
Rhona's lips curved into a gentle smile as she replied, "California, darling. Los Angeles, to be precise." Her voice was soft, yet carried a hint of sorrow. "I had to leave my home behind after I was turned into a vampire. I couldn't bear the thought of reliving that nightmare all over again."
"What happened to you?" I inquired of her.
"I was born in 1899," Rhona commenced her tale, "My mother, Sylvia, was a woman of colour who worked as a maid, while my father, John Frederick, was a white man of means. But, their union was not sanctified by the bonds of matrimony, and as you can well imagine, the life of a mixed-race child in those days was fraught with difficulties."
As she spoke, I could feel the weight of her words, and I pitied for the struggles she must have faced.
"I had a great relationship with her mother, " she continued," But my relationship with my father was estranged. I was just an innocent girl who came from a broken family. Suddenly, it changed when my father started verbally and physically abusing me and my mother; I was young. I couldn't tell anyone at the time, because it was common. The other person I felt safe with, other than my mum, was my older half-brother, Daniel. That was until I was abused by him for four years. Physically and sexually."
Rhona's golden eyes glistened as she stared at the ground, her heart heavy with the weight of her painful memories. "He said to me as he was doing this," she spoke, her voice laced with bitterness. "Since there is half-white blood in your black body, you're not my sister."
My breath caught in my throat as I absorbed the cruel words that had been hurled at her. "That's absolutely horrible," I replied, my heart aching for my dear friend. "Not to mention, completely messed up."
Rhona nodded in agreement, her eyes still fixed on the ground. "At twenty-five, things take a turn for the worst," she continued, her voice heavy with sadness. "My ex-boyfriend, David Harker, asked me to talk to him at his family party. He admitted to me that he wanted to break up and see other people."
I felt sorry for her as I listened to her story, my mind racing with questions. "Why? Did he cheat on you?" I asked, hoping for some explanation.
Rhona shook her head, a bitter smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I wished he did," she answered, her voice laced with pain. "He admitted that his parents don't approve of their son dating a 'half-cast' and he was never in love with me."
I pitied even more for her as I watched my friend struggle with the pain of rejection and discrimination. I remembered our conversation with Joseph, and the way he had spoken about the importance of love and acceptance. In that moment, I knew that Rhona deserved nothing less than the love and respect that she so rightfully deserved.
"After that, I returned home, went into the bathroom, and with my mind went to a dark place," Rhona breathed in. "And after keeping everything bottled up for too long, I finally snapped. I went to the kitchen and took a knife. I returned to the bathroom and... I stabbed myself in my chest."
She tried to kill herself. The pain she must have felt, the desperation that led her to this final act of self-destruction, it all felt too familiar. I knew the depths of despair that could drive one to such a drastic measure, and I sympathised.
As I struggled to find the right words to comfort her, a sudden question popped into my head. "Who turned you into a vampire?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Rhona's response was unexpected. "His name is Carlisle Cullen," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The name sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but recall my own encounter with Carlisle. The memory of his words to me, spoken in the confines of his car when I was still a newborn, flooded back to me. It was a strange coincidence, and one that left me feeling uneasy.
I glimpsed up at Rhona. "Carlisle helped you?"
"It was a minute later after I stabbed myself," she retorted her statement. "He found me by smelling my blood. He immediately turned me to save my life. I didn't understand why he would save me. A mixed-race woman. I did thank him and it was there I got the ability to alter and see the memories of others.
"So, I used it on my father's family by wiping memories of me one by one, leaving my father last. I also used it on David and sadly my mother."
Rhona's eyes glistened with a hint of sorrow as she took a momentary pause. She seemed to aching with a pain that only she could feel, perhaps reminiscing about her mother. I could sense the depth of her emotional turmoil, even though her memories were nothing but a figment of her imagination. Oh, how I longed for a connection like that with my own mother. When she was alive.
"I asked Carlisle if I could be away from there," said Rhona. "If I stayed there forever, I would be torn when seeing her mother and those memories. So, Carlisle placed me in London."
As Rhona recounted her story, I couldn't help but smile. It was fascinating to hear how she had met Joseph and the coven. "That's how you met Joseph and the coven?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.
Rhona nodded, "I didn't know them until 1952. I lived in the city, where I relied on human blood. Just horrible men to feed on. I decided to take a break from hunting and came across a diner."
She paused for a moment, lost in thought, before continuing, "I entered the diner, and their eyes watched me with disgust. I walked to the back of the diner, planning to be alone. I sat by an empty table until Joseph came up to me."
I couldn't help but be curious, "Was it love at first sight?"
Rhona chuckled, "I wasn't quite sure. There was something about him. He wasn't like my father, Daniel, or even David. He was charming to me. Polite. Then, someone commented to me. I don't recall what it was, but it made Joseph angry."
As Rhona spoke, I couldn't help but be captivated by her story.
"Then, he excused himself and punched the man who spoke," she continued. "Everyone witnessed it so I wiped their memories. The reason why Joseph was there was because of my gift. He told me that he sensed my gift in the diner and found me. That's how we became mates."
I had never witnessed Joseph's wrath, not even once. But the mere thought of it sent shivers down my spine. He was like a dormant volcano, calm and serene on the surface, but with the potential to erupt at any moment. One minute he could be strolling along, enjoying nature, and the next, he could be consumed by a fiery rage that would make even the bravest of men tremble.
"He just snapped," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "One minute he was fine, and the next, he was punching the guy who spoke. It was like he couldn't control himself."
"Then, he excused himself and punched the man who spoke," she continued. "Everyone witnessed it so I wiped their memories. The reason why Joseph was there was because of my gift. He sensed my gift," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "And he found me. That's how we became mates."
As the memories flooded back, I couldn't help but recall the poignant exchange between Rhona and Joseph. It dawned on me that she was not to blame for the unfortunate circumstances that had befallen her. Her life had been plagued by malevolent individuals, saved for her mother, who had been a beacon of light in an otherwise dark existence. Yet, despite the adversity, Rhona had persevered with admirable fortitude.
I found solace in the fact that Joseph was a constant presence in her life, a source of comfort and support. The coven had become her sanctuary, a place where she could find respite from the harsh realities of the world. I was grateful to be counted among her friends within the coven, for it was a privilege to witness her strength and resilience firsthand.
As I ponder upon the future, I cannot help but wonder if the warm embrace of acceptance will still be extended towards Bella once she transcends into the immortal realm of vampirism. Will the same open arms that once welcomed her with love and compassion remain as inviting, or will they retract in fear and uncertainty? Only time will tell the fate of Bella's acceptance amongst her human counterparts, as she embarks on a journey of eternal life and unyielding thirst.
A week had passed and I had left the mansion, and now I found myself wandering through the woods. The sky was shrouded in a blanket of pure darkness, the perfect backdrop for a vampire's nocturnal stroll. Not a single light could be seen, and the silence was deafening. I never thought that walking through the woods could feel so peaceful, especially as a creature of the night. They say that the best time for a vampire to venture outside is at nightfall, and I could see why. The woods were devoid of any living creatures, no humans, no animals, just me and my thoughts.
But my thoughts were not peaceful. They were filled with memories of my old family, Gavin, Dina, and Ayla. I missed Ayla the most, and my dead heart ached at the thought of her. Why did I leave her? It was a stupid decision, and I regretted it every day. I wished she was with me, but I knew that life as a vampire would be too much for her to bear. Suddenly, I heard Gavin's and Dina's voices in my head, and my amber eyes twitched with irritation.
The words that were thrown at me like daggers were meant to hurt, to break me down. But I refused to let them. I refused to believe that I was unlovable, a burden, a disappointment. I refused to be compared to others, to be told to act a certain way, to be made to feel like I was always doing something wrong.
It was a constant battle, trying to prove myself to them, trying to fit into their mould of what a daughter should be. But no matter how hard I tried, it was never enough. I was always the black sheep, the one who couldn't quite measure up.
But then there was Ayla. She was the light in the darkness, the one who saw me for who I truly was. She didn't judge me or try to change me. She accepted me, flaws and all.
And when I ran away that night, it was her face that I couldn't forget. The way she looked at me with concern and love, the way she hugged me tightly and whispered that everything would be okay.
I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do, but I knew that I couldn't stay in that toxic environment any longer. I needed to find my own path, to discover who I was without the constant criticism and negativity. And as I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder if they would ever realise what they had lost. Would they ever see that their words had pushed me away, that their actions had caused me to flee?
Nightfall had descended upon Forks, and the town was either tucked in their beds or out gallivanting. But I was neither sleep nor frolicking. My home had become my personal purgatory. As I gazed upon Gavin's slumbering form, I noticed the absence of his partner, Dina. The room reeked of sweat and an unfamiliar scent, leading me to believe that Dina was out philandering. I couldn't blame her, and I wouldn't be surprised if it were true.
I grabbed my backpack from the coat rack and made my way towards the door. Suddenly, a gentle voice called out to me.
"Violet?" The voice inquired, causing me to turn around and face her.
Ayla stood before me, clad in her lavender pyjamas, her sorrowful baby blue eyes fixed on me. Her hair was a tousled shade of blonde, cascading down her neck, and her skin was porcelain smooth. She was around fifteen years old at the time.
"What are you doing up so late?" Ayla asked, her voice laced with melancholy.
"I have to go," I replied, my heart aching.
"Why? Did I do something wrong?" Her voice quivered with emotion.
My head shook in a frenzy as I approached her, my heart heavy with the weight of my emotions. I reached out and placed my trembling hands on her shoulders, locking eyes with her in a desperate attempt to convey the depth of my pain. "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of my own tears. "It's not you. It's never been you. It's just that..." I trailed off, my words choked by the overwhelming sense of despair that had taken hold of me.
Ayla's gaze was steady, her expression one of concern and compassion. "What is it?" she asked softly, her voice a soothing balm to my shattered soul.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the confession that was about to spill forth. "Gavin and Dina," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "They hate me. They always have. I'll never be good enough for them. I can't be pretty enough, or hard-working enough. They think I'm worthless."
As the words left my lips, I could see the pain in Ayla's eyes, and it only served to deepen my own sense of despair. But then, without warning, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close in a fierce embrace. And in that moment, I knew that I wasn't alone. That no matter how dark the world may seem, there would always be someone there to hold me up and help me find my way back to the light.
"I understand where you're coming from," Ayla spoke softly. "My mom told me that before I was even born, she had been with so many men that she couldn't feel love for most of my life. But that all changed when she met your dad. Love has a way of changing a person, for better or for worse."
I couldn't help but let out a sniffle. "I suppose you're right," I replied, pulling her in for a tight embrace. I didn't want to let go. "I just need to figure things out for myself. Find a place to call my own. And once I do, I'll come find you, okay?"
Ayla nodded in agreement, and we parted ways, our eyes locking for one last moment. "Good luck with everything," she wished me.
"Bye, Ayla," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"See you soon, Violet," she replied, her voice just as soft.
I stepped out of the door and I walked away. My feet carried me faster and faster, until I was running at full speed...
My memories of Ayla were like a wildfire, burning bright and fierce within me. I couldn't shake the image of her from my mind, her face etched into my memory like a tattoo. I longed to find a better home for us, a place where we could be together without fear or danger. But as a vampire, that dream was impossible.
I closed my eyes, trying to block out the pain of my past mistakes. I wished I could see her one last time, to hold her close and tell her how much I loved her. But that was a fantasy, a dream that could never come true.
I sat down on a tree trunk, my heart heavy with regret. My amber eyes flickered with emotion as I thought about leaving Ayla behind. Why did I have to abandon her, leaving her in the hands of Gavin and Dina? I knew what life was like there, and it wasn't a place for a child.
I should have taken her with me, but I couldn't risk it. It would have been kidnapping, and I knew that Gavin and Dina would have called the police. They would have seen it as a victory, a way to get rid of me once and for all.
The memory of Bree burned within me like a hot coal. She was just like Ayla, innocent and naive, and yet she was used as a weapon. The Volturi didn't give her second chance, and Bree's life was cut short because of it.
The rage within me boiled over, and I wanted to scream at the injustice of it all. But I knew that wouldn't change anything. All I could do was keep moving forward, hoping that one day I would find a way to be with Ayla again.
As I lay on the soft bed of leaves, the rustling of the trees and the chirping of the crickets filled the air. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps broke the peacefulness of the night.
Shadow Man.
He was near me.
I sprang up, my amber eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. But then, I saw her. Rhona. Her mere presence was enough to calm my racing heart and soothe my frayed nerves.
With a concerned look etched on her beautiful tan face, she walked over to me and sat down beside me. "I was just looking for you," she said softly. "We told you walking out at nightfall is perfect."
I couldn't help but smile at her words. "Yeah, it sure is," I replied, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.
As she looked at me with those piercing eyes, I knew what was coming next. "So, what are you thinking about?" she asked, her voice gentle yet probing.
I hesitated for a moment, not wanting to reveal the turmoil that was churning inside me. But Rhona was always able to see through my facade. "Nothing much," I lied, hoping to brush off her question.
But she wasn't fooled. Rolling her gold eyes, she said, "Come on, Violet. Really? Even I know that's a lie."
I sighed, knowing that I couldn't keep my thoughts hidden from her. Rhona's hand landed on my shoulder with a weighty thud, and I turned to face her. But something was different about her. Her eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, yet they were blank, as if she was looking through me. Her smile, once warm and inviting, had faded from her face. I remembered then that Rhona had the ability to see other people's memories. She was seeing mine.
I watched helplessly as my memories played out before her. "Please, stop it," I begged silently, hoping she could hear me.
As if in response to my plea, Rhona's hand lifted from my shoulder, and I continued to stare at her, my heart heavy with sadness.
"Was she your sister?" Rhona asked, her voice thick with tears. "Ayla?"
"Half sister," I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
Without hesitation, Rhona pulled me into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her words barely audible. "You must have missed her so much."
"I do," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I can empathise with your situation. My mother was the one I had to leave behind. It was a difficult decision, but bidding farewell wasn't the most challenging aspect of it all. It's the realisation that you're leaving them behind, and you'll never return." She loosened her embrace, allowing me to step back. "We should head back inside," she suggested. "Gabriel has something planned for tonight."
"What is it?" I inquired.
"Games night."
"What kind of games?"
Rhona grinned mischievously. "Oh, just wait and see."
And with that, we made our way back inside, leaving behind the weight of our shared memories and embracing the promise of a fun-filled evening ahead.
THE FOLLOWING DAY, THE SUNLIGHT WAS streaming outside, which meant we were confined indoors at the mansion. The Khotler Mansion had its perks with plenty of activities to keep us occupied. However, the downside was being cooped up inside until the sun disappeared behind the clouds or night fell.
Being a vampire definitely had its drawbacks.
My mind wandered to the mysterious man I had encountered the previous night. If he could manipulate shadows and darkness, could he withstand the sunlight?
Despite not knowing him, I couldn't deny that he was quite handsome.
His chiseled jawline and piercing eyes had left a lasting impression on me. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay behind his enigmatic smile. Was he a vampire like me and the Khotlers or something entirely different like the bear shifters women in the Ursa Clan?
As I sat in the opulent drawing room of the Khotler Mansion, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter and footsteps echoing through the hallways. The other residents of the mansion, a diverse coven of vampires, were finding ways to entertain themselves despite the sunlight's restrictions.
Gabriel and Helena were engrossed in intense chess matches, their minds strategizing every move. Joseph and Ethan were playing video games in the game room. Simon was in the grand library, their noses buried in ancient tomes, seeking knowledge and answers to the mysteries of the world. Alana and Rhona were hanging around the swimming pool.
I sighed, feeling a pang of envy. While I appreciated the company of my fellow residents, I longed for the freedom to explore the world beyond the mansion's walls. The sunlight was a constant reminder of the limitations imposed upon me by my vampiric nature.
Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly traced the intricate patterns on the armrest of the antique chair I was sitting on. The mansion, with its rich history and luxurious furnishings, had become my sanctuary. It provided a sense of belonging and community that I had never experienced before.
But as the hours ticked by, my thoughts inevitably gravitated towards the shadow man. There was a nagging suspicion that he might just be Joseph's long-lost brother, Ingram. It was a notion I couldn't shake off, as his presence lingered persistently in my mind, refusing to be dismissed.
Soon, he became my main focus. I leaned back to the armrest and pictured him more clearly, remembering the last two nights I saw him.
It was peculiar, this desire to see him once more. A longing to hold him close, to feel the weight of his body against mine. His lips gently brushing against my own, his hands—
No, absolutely not. I could not believe that I had just indulged in such a fantasy. I needed to divert my attention, to engage myself in some activity within the vast expanse of this mansion.
Rising from the chair, I decided to go back downstairs when most of the Khotlers were in. I descended to the stairs and a sense of familiarity washed over me. It was as if I was slowly but surely becoming a part of the family. I relished the feeling of getting to know them better, of learning their stories and their quirks.
It would definitely help getting the shadow man out of my head.
My curiosity was piqued as I pondered how Gabriel and Helena had met, what their love story entailed. I wondered about Joseph and Rhona's first encounter, the moment that sparked their romance. And, of course, I yearned to know more about Alana, the enigmatic member of the family.
As I made my way towards the living room, I spotted Gabriel and Helena engrossed in a game of chess by the fireplace. It was as if they were in their own little world, the rest of the house fading into the background. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of them, so comfortable in each other's company.
I approached them, eager to join in on the fun. Gabriel was playing with the black pieces, his brow furrowed in concentration. Helena, on the other hand, had a serene expression on her face as she moved her white pieces with ease. I couldn't wait to see who would emerge victorious in this battle of wits.
"Hey," I announced my arrival, my voice echoing through the room like a sweet melody. Gabriel and Helena looked up at me, their eyes lighting up with joy. Their smiles were like rays of sunshine on a cloudy day.
"Hi, Violet," Helena spoke first, her voice as gentle as a whisper.
"Hello," greeted Gabriel, his voice deep and soothing. "Were you talking to Joseph and Simon?"
"I was just getting to know them," I answered, my curiosity piqued. "Simon told me how he and Alana met and got together; Joseph did briefly mention how he met Rhona. This got me thinking, how did you two meet?"
"Well, that's a long story," Helena replied, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"You want to know?" asked Gabriel, his voice laced with excitement. I nodded my head eagerly, eager to hear their tale.
"Let me start at the very beginning," Helena said. "I was born in 1697 in London, England. I was known as one of the sweetest daughters of the Morgan Family."
"How many siblings do you have?" I enquired about her.
"I had five older sisters," she answered. "No sons."
"I bet you are lucky to have no brothers." I ended with a chuckle.
"My mother doesn't seem to mind." Helena sighed. "My father, however, was a bit disappointed but in the end, he thought he was lucky to have daughters to carry on the family line.
"On every New Year's Eve, my family would throw a massive party and invite people from rich backgrounds, mostly young men, to our mansion. On one particular night, I met Gabriel. He asked me to dance and I accepted his offer. We danced and danced. It felt like the world had gone quiet just for us."
Helena sighed at the last sentence.
"But your father wasn't fond of me," Gabriel added.
"Just being a protective dad, at least," I said with a nervous chuckle.
"He was a hunter," she explained.
"What? Like Simon when he was human?"
"Exactly. My father, William Morgan, was a well-known hunter in the community." Helena began to explain. "He was mostly known for hunting the supernatural. So when he saw me dancing with Gabriel, he wasn't happy about it. He suspected that Gabriel was a demon that lured women away."
"Do I look like a demon to him?" Gabriel said, quietly laughing to himself.
"Would you rather have him knowing you're a vampire?"
"Maybe being called a demon is not the worst thing." Gabriel chuckled darkly.
"Okay?" I said, confused, and faced Helena. "So, what did your father say about him?"
"He told me to stay away from him," she resumed her story. "But I was obsessed with him, and I want to be with him. Gabriel did keep everything a secret from me and promised that he would visit me very often. And when he did so, we would sneak out into the woods and... have an outdoor dinner."
Phew. I thought she was going to say something else. And silently cursing at myself for thinking such things. And I blamed Shadow Man for that. "That sounds romantic," I said to them.
"Well, he is a bit of a romantic." Helena smiled. "A mysterious type. A few months passed, and I decided that I want to be with Gabriel."
"When did you find out about Gabriel being a vampire?" I asked her.
"It was in 1725 when he told me," she answered. "When I suddenly became very ill, several doctors tried their best to cure me, but to no avail. I was lying to die in my bedroom until Gabriel appeared in front of me. I whispered to him that I loved him, and wanted to be with him forever. That was when he told me. Gabriel told me that he was a vampire, and offered to save my life. Of course, I agreed and he turned me."
"Does your family know about this?" I inquired softly, rubbing my hands.
"William did," Gabriel answered. "And he was furious. He felt like he lost Helena forever. I tried so tell him many times to save her, but he wouldn't listen. That was when Helena told him a lie."
"Which was?"
"I told my father that he was a witch doctor," Helena replied and suddenly, I started laughing. They looked at me, confused by my reaction. "What? It's true."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I tried to hold my laughter. "Did your father ask..." Stop giggling, Violet. It's serious. "What spell it was?"
Stop laughing! Why was I laughing? It wasn't even that funny.
"Well, I did tell him that Gabriel used a healing spell," she replied and my laughter was getting harder.
Stop. It. Now.
But I didn't listen to myself.
"Did it happen to go..." I giggled as I spoke. "Ooh ee ooh ah ah... ting tang walla walla... bing bang."
I lost it.
My laughter echoed through the air, bouncing off the walls and reverberating back to me. Gabriel let out a long, exasperated sigh, while Helena buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. It was then that a familiar voice cut through the tension like a knife.
"What are you laughing about?" The voice belonged to Ethan, and as I turned to face him, I couldn't help but notice how soft he looked in his dark grey hoodie.
Helena spoke up, her voice muffled by her hands. "I was telling her about our first meeting," she said. "And Violet started laughing at the part when I told my father about Gabriel being a witch doctor."
Ethan snickered, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Did you sing the whole song?" he asked, turning to me.
I tried to compose myself, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corners of my eyes. "Just the chorus," I admitted, feeling a twinge of guilt for my childish behavior. "I'm so sorry. That was very immature of me for laughing."
Gabriel shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "And I thought Ethan was the only one who made that joke," he said, his voice tinged with amusement.
"You did it first?" I asked, incredulous.
Ethan nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. "It's a classic," he said, and I couldn't help but laugh again, the sound ringing out into the crisp living room air.
"Yeah, it was," Helena spoke, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Anyway, back to my story. My father believed that and eventually, he was thankful for Gabriel and he allowed us to be married. In my vows, I told him that I loved him and promised that I would be with him forever.
"Afterwards, Gabriel taught me how to control my emotions, and to drink animal blood most of the time, and less human blood to help me control my thirst. I learnt that quickly, and I got over my fear of rats."
"Well, good for you."
As I scanned the room, my eyes landed on Ethan, who had his hands tucked away in his pockets. "Hey, anyone know when Mum and Aunt Rhona will be back?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity.
Gabriel responded, "They should be back in a few minutes. Why do you ask?"
"I just want to show her this," Ethan said, throwing out his right hand. Suddenly, a rat flew out of his palm, causing me to yelp in surprise. Helena, on the other hand, was quick to react, snatching the rat out of the air and tearing off its head with her razor-sharp teeth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing — Helena, the sweetest member of our coven, so far at least, was capable of such brutality.
As she gagged and spat out the rat's head, "It's just a fake rat." Ethan laughed. "I thought it was good."
"It's not funny," said Helena and sighed, throwing the rat at him, causing us all to roll our eyes in annoyance. He may have thought it was funny, but we certainly didn't.
Suddenly, Joseph and Simon burst into the room, their faces pale with panic. "Is everyone alright?" Simon asked, concern etched on his face.
"We heard noises from downstairs," Joseph added, his voice trembling.
Gabriel quickly explained the situation, and I couldn't help but admit that Helena had scared me a little with her ferocity. "I may be the sweetest, but I can also be fierce at times," she quipped, a hint of pride in her voice.
Simon shot a warning glance at his stepson. "You're lucky your mother isn't here to see this," he said sternly.
"That's why I asked first, Dad," Ethan replied, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Just then, the front door creaked open, and we all turned to see Alana and Rhona walking in. They strode into the grand mansion, their arms laden with six lifeless deer. Blood droplets adorned their faces and clothes, a testament to their successful hunt. Joseph and Simon greeted them with grins, while Gabriel and Helena observed the two female vampires with interest.
"I see the hunt was fruitful," Gabriel remarked, his eyes flickering with amusement.
Rhona shook the deer in her hand. "This one gave me a bit of trouble, but we managed."
Alana cut in, her curiosity piqued. "What's going on here?"
Helena answered, "I was just telling Violet about how I met Gabriel."
Rhona interrupted, "Did Ethan sing that ridiculous song again?"
Gabriel chuckled, pointing at me. "No, but Violet did."
Rhona raised an eyebrow. "You know the song too?"
I shrugged. "It's a classic."
Rhona let out a heavy sigh, her head shaking in disappointment. "Perhaps sharing that melody with Ethan wasn't the wisest decision," she murmured. "But enough about that, what other mischief have you been stirring up?"
"I was just about to delve into the inner workings of our coven," I replied, but Alana's piercing golden gaze bore into me. "Specifically, the leaders and Helena."
With a fierce expression, Alana hurled the deers onto the ground, her eyes ablaze with fury, and bolted up the stairs with a menacing growl. I watched her vanish from sight, consumed by a wave of guilt that washed over me. Simon, too, seemed to be grappling with his own sense of culpability, his gaze fixed on the floor.
"Simon, you tell me about her," I said, my voice tinged with defensiveness. "Or Ethan's father, for that matter."
"I know," he replied, his tone heavy with remorse. "But she made us promise not to say anything. I need to talk to her."
Before he could take a step, I interjected. "No, let me handle it," I said, determined to make amends.
With a sense of trepidation, I ascended the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the top, I caught sight of Alana perched by the window, her gaze fixed on the inky blackness outside. Without turning around, she knew it was me.
"You let your curiosity get the better of you, don't you?" she spat, her voice laced with anger.
"Alana," I said softly, my heart heavy with confusion and hurt. "I don't understand what I did to make you feel this way towards me."
Her eyes remained fixed on the window, her expression unreadable. "I don't hate you," she finally replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... Violet, it was traumatic."
My heart sank. I had no idea what she was talking about, but the pain in her voice was palpable. "Then talk to me," I urged gently. "What happened to you?"
Alana shook her head, her eyes still fixed on the outside world. "No, I can't," she said, her voice barely audible. "You can recover from your trauma. I couldn't. None of us did. But you did, and you choose to brag about how horrible your dad was. I don't care how miserable your human life was.”
I felt a pang of guilt. I had never intended to brag about my past, but perhaps I had been insensitive in my sharing. "Listen," I said, my voice soft and understanding. "I understand you don't want to talk about it. I'll drop it."
As I turned to walk away, I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. I had hoped to get to know Alana better, to understand her pain and help her heal. But it seemed that she was not ready to open up to me, and I respected that. As I walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her, and how I could help her find peace.
The sound of her Scottish accent caught my attention, causing me to halt in my tracks. "Lawrence Clifford," she uttered, and I couldn't help but wonder who he was.
"Was he Ethan's father?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
Alana's head bobbed in confirmation, but her expression was one of distress. "I didn't want to do it," she confessed, her voice heavy with emotion.
My heart sank at the sound of her anguish. "What is it that you didn't want to do?" I asked, taking a seat beside her, hoping to offer some comfort.
"This... it's best if I start from the beginning. I was born in 1878 in Glasgow, Scotland. My parents were Jeannie and Stanley Roberts. I was third-born in a family of six."
"That's a big family," I commented and Alana chuckled.
"My family moved to England when I was two years old. We lived in poverty so getting money was like digging through the trash. It was bad. I didn't get my first job until I was nineteen when I became a 'maid' for several clients. And I'm being polite by using the term 'maid'."
"What were you?" I questioned her. "Like, a prostitute?" Alana looked at me with her golden sad eyes, giving me a silent answer. She was a prostitute. "Oh." I looked at the ground briefly and back up at her.
"As time went by, he became obsessed with me and one day, he asked me to be his wife. Of course, I refused the offer since he was old. But that was a big mistake."
"What do you mean?" I sounded worried for her.
Alana bit her lip and sighed. "After I refused his offer, he slapped me across my face. I fell onto the floor and... He focused himself on me."
I ached with empathy for her. The mere thought of what she must have endured was unfathomable to me. I could imagine my heart shattering into a million pieces.
"I'm so sorry" escaped my lips.
The weight of the situation was heavy, suffocating even. She had been violated in the most heinous way possible - raped. And now, as I looked at Ethan, I couldn't help but wonder if he knew the truth about his own conception. Was he aware that he was a child of rape? It seemed likely, given the way he had rushed to save a woman from the same trauma his mother had experienced. I could only imagine the pride that must have swelled within her when he shared his heroic act with her.
"I struggled to support myself during my pregnancy," said Alana sadly. "No one would help me because of what I did. And I kept thinking I was most likely to die in childbirth. After my son was born, Simon entered the hospital and took us. When we were both far away enough from the human population, he turned to me. I told him about the rape, Simon arrived at Clifford's house and killed him."
"I thought that the vegetarian vampires had sworn off human blood," I uttered with a hint of curiosity.
"He did it in one punch. He didn't bite him. He used his advanced strength. While I was getting my self-control, Simon did the most work when looking after Ethan: feeding, changing, and even getting him to sleep. All this time, I saw something in him that I didn't get the chance to see."
"Which was?"
"Compassion. Love. Back then, I realised that these men were just using me for their own needs." Alana growled at the last word. "But with Simon, he was far different from them. He was kind, gentle and understanding."
As I gazed at Alana, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her. Her vulnerability was endearing, and her honesty was refreshing. I smiled at her, acknowledging that she was right about Simon. It was clear that they were meant to be together.
"That was when I fell for him," said Alana with a giggle at the end.
Her laughter filled the room as she reminisced about the moment she fell for Simon. I watched her with a sense of awe, captivated by her infectious energy. It was evident that they had a special connection, one that was built on trust and mutual respect.
"You guys seem great together," I added to the conversation.
"Yeah, we do," she sounded calm as she spoke. "Hey, um... sorry about my behaviour. I guess I was that angry about my past."
"It wasn't your fault," I replied. "You rejected him and he doesn't take it as a smart man. I'm glad Ethan was raised by you and Simon."
"I'm glad too."
Alana rose from her sitting position with a grin that could light up the entire room. Then, her golden eyes sparkled with excitement as she suggested, "Maybe you could talk to Rhona. She was in my shoes once. We became friends because of it."
I released Alana from my embrace, watching as she made her way towards the stairs. Her steps were lighter, her demeanor brighter than before. I knew that opening up to me had lifted a weight off her shoulders.
AS THE DOOR CLOSED QUIETLY, ALMOST as if it had a personality of its own, I strolled down the hallway, noticing the crimson rug and the smooth stone floor. However, a change caught my eye. The walls were now covered in majestic purple wallpaper, detailed with elaborate golden designs.
It seemed like a touch of renovation was necessary.The new wallpaper added a sense of grandeur to the hallway, transforming it from a simple passageway into a regal corridor fit for royalty. The intricate golden designs seemed to shimmer in the soft light, giving the space an air of elegance and sophistication.
As I continued down the hallway, I couldn't help but admire the attention to detail in the recent decor. The once plain walls now exuded a sense of luxury and opulence, making me feel as though I had stepped into a palace rather than a simple hallway.
The change in the decor made me wonder what other surprises awaited me in this seemingly ordinary house. Perhaps there were more hidden gems waiting to be discovered, just waiting for someone to uncover them. The touch of renovation had breathed new life into the space, turning it into a place of beauty and wonder.
I took a sharp left turn and proceeded to walk ten steps towards the next entrance. The door that stood before me was a grand arched walnut door, adorned with four squares - two on top and two at the bottom. A single word was intricately etched onto the door, presumably in Latin.
"BIBLIOTHECA".
Most definitely Latin.
With a firm grip, I turned the doorknob and pushed it downwards. The door let out a loud creak as it swung open, revealing a vast library. Countless books were neatly arranged on the shelves, and there was even an upper level filled with literary works. A large window in the corner illuminated the room with a soft, inviting light.
I stepped inside, feeling a sense of awe and wonder at the sheer magnitude of knowledge that surrounded me. The smell of old books and leather filled the air, adding to the ambiance of the room. I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of exploring this treasure trove of literature.
As I walked further into the library, I noticed a desk in the center of the room with a single candle burning on top. A leather-bound book lay open on the desk, its pages filled with elegant script.
And there, amidst the sea of books, sat Simon.
He was engrossed in a thick volume, his finger tracing the lines of text as he absorbed the knowledge within. The room seemed to come alive with the sound of rustling pages and the faint scent of aged paper.
The floorboards creaked beneath my weight, stepping echoing through the vast space. Simon looked up from his reading, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of surprise and delight.
"Salutations, Violet," he greeted me with a nod, acknowledging my presence in the grand library.
As I wandered through the endless rows of books, I casually greeted Simon. "Impressive library, right?"
Simon's puzzled expression made me stumble over my words. "I knew it was big, but this is massive."
Curious about my day, Simon asked, "What have you been up to?"
I shared my conversations with Gabriel and Joseph, piquing Simon's interest. "Gabriel mentioned the Volturi, right? And Joseph's stories?"
"Yeah, that got me thinking," I replied. "How did you meet them?"
With thoughts of shadow creatures and Joseph's brother swirling in my mind, I decided to seize the opportunity to learn more about Simon.
With a gentle thud, Simon closed his book and pushed it aside. His eyes lifted, gazing up at me with a curious intensity.
Simon gently closed his book, the sound of its pages meeting with a soft thud. With a thoughtful expression, he set it aside, his eyes lifting to meet mine. There was a curious intensity in his gaze, as if he held a multitude of stories within.
"It's quite a tale," he began, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "A story that stretches back to a time long ago. I was born into the esteemed Walton family in the year 1589, a time of great wealth and privilege. My childhood was filled with joy and wonder."
A wistful smile played upon his lips as he continued, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy. "But as the years passed, whispers of witches and demons began to haunt our village. The fear grew, and I couldn't stand idly by. At the age of twenty-five, I joined a hunting group, determined to protect our community from the darkness that lurked."
His eyes flickered with a mix of pride and sorrow as he spoke of his marriage. "In those tumultuous times, I found solace in the arms of a young woman named Josian. We shared a love that burned bright, and together we welcomed a son into this world, Arthur.
"But fate had a different plan in store for me. In the year 1620, on a fateful afternoon, I encountered a vampire named Alistair. He attacked me viciously, leaving me on the brink of death. In a desperate bid for survival, he turned me into one of his own kind.
"After my transformation, an insatiable thirst consumed me. The very hunting group I had once fought alongside came searching for me, unaware of the monstrous creature I had become. With newfound strength along with my uncontrollable thirst for blood, I mercilessly slaughtered them, one by one.
"Since that day, I have been a wanderer, forever separated from my family. The weight of my actions and the curse that now resides within me have kept me from returning to their embrace. I am condemned to roam this world, forever haunted by the choices I made in that distant past.
"Forty years later, Gabriel and Joseph stumbled upon me in the woods as they were bringing home a few deer. I inquired about their intentions with the animals, and Gabriel enlightened me on the practice of consuming animal blood.
"Intrigued by this alternative to feeding on humans, I began to experiment with this new diet. Over time, I found that I could sustain myself without causing harm to others. Gabriel and Joseph became my companions, teaching me about the modern world and helping me adjust to my new existence."
As I delved into the story, I was pleasantly surprised. The tale of Gabriel and Joseph was a sombre one, but with Simon, it was different. Though his transformation into a vampire and subsequent demise at the hands of this Alistair vampire man was undoubtedly tragic, there was something about him that made it all seem less sorrowful. Perhaps it was his demeanour, or maybe it was the way he spoke of his past. Regardless, my mind couldn't help but wander to thoughts of him and Alana.
I couldn't resist delving into the depths of fate and asking the question that burned within me. 'How did you meet her, Simon? Alana, I mean. How did the two of you come to be?'"
A wistful smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he continued, his voice laced with a hint of longing. "It was in the year 1924, a time when the world was on the cusp of change. I discovered that Gabriel and Joseph, two beings who possessed an otherworldly wisdom, were keeping a watchful eye on Alana. She carried within her the precious gift of life, her son Ethan."
Simon paused for a moment, his gaze lost in the memories of a bygone era. "I knew then, in that very moment, that she was the one I had been searching for throughout the ages. The one who would complete me, who would be my eternal companion."
A quizzical expression crossed my face as I interjected, unable to contain my curiosity. "By watching, you mean stalking?"
Simon's eyes twinkled with amusement as he shook his head gently. "No, Violet, it was not stalking. They were merely keeping a watchful eye, ensuring her safety and well-being. A task entrusted to them by forces greater than ourselves."
A playful smirk danced upon my lips as I challenged his perspective. "I hate to disagree with you, but that sounds an awful lot like stalking, Simon."
Simon chuckled softly, his voice tinged with affection. "Perhaps you are right, but in the realm of immortals, the lines between protection and obsession can become blurred. Anyway, when she was giving birth, Joseph instructed me to fetch Alana as she was on the brink of death. After Ethan was born, I went to the hospital and took her. Once we were far away from humans, I turned her. And after she was turned, she revealed that..."
He paused, his hands clenched tightly. His once bright golden eyes now reflected regret as he shared his hidden truth. Taking a deep breath, he let out a heavy sigh, his voice trembling.
"She trusted me with the fact that she was pregnant because..." His words trailed off as he nervously swallowed, his throat moving up and down.
I didn't need him to finish his sentence. I already knew.
"It's okay," I comforted him, sensing his discomfort. "You don't have to say more if you don't want to."
His body tensed, his hand automatically reaching up to rub his nose. It was clear that the topic was painful for him, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for his suffering.
As I divulged the details, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.
"I made my way to his dwelling and put an end to his wretched existence. He had no right to keep living after the atrocious act he committed against her." The words dripped with venom, a stark contrast to the composed demeanor I had associated with Simon.
Simon calmly recounted the story of how he had helped raise Ethan alongside the woman he loved. A small smile slowly appeared on his pale face as he reminisced. "I believe it was in that very moment that she fell in love with me," he mused.
"I suppose you just happened to be her type," I remarked, causing Simon to chuckle. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind. "While you were raising Ethan, did anyone ever find your family suspicious?"
Simon began to recount a particular incident from Ethan's school days. "There was this one time when he was still a schoolboy," he began. "His teacher, Ms. Cook, was an extremely religious woman who treated him horribly. She would constantly refer to him as the Devil's child and the spawn of Satan. It wasn't just her, but the entire school system seemed against him. That's when we decided to pull him out of school and I took on the responsibility of homeschooling him."
"Did anyone ever suspect that you all were vampires?" I asked, curious.
"No, they suspected we were part of some cult, but not vampires," Simon replied.
"Interesting. So, how did Ethan eventually find out about your true nature?" I inquired.
"It was when he turned fifteen that he started noticing something peculiar," Simon explained. "He began to realize that while he and others were aging, we remained unchanged. With Gabriel's permission, Alana and I decided to reveal our secret to him."
"At first, Ethan thought it was all a joke. But as I explained our unique characteristics, our eyes, our diet, everything, he was genuinely surprised."
"And he didn't tell anyone?" I asked, intrigued.
"No," Simon replied. "He didn't have many friends to begin with, as people didn't like or trust us."
"When did he become a vampire?"
"When he was twenty-one. He was walking home from his work from the office. It was during World War Two, and it was at night. As he was walking, he heard a scream. It was a woman's scream. He followed the sound to a dark alleyway and he saw a man attacking the woman. He pulled him away and told her to run. That was when the man stabbed him."
I couldn't help but question him, my curiosity piqued by the bravery and selflessness of his actions. "He was saving a life?" I asked, my voice filled with awe.
Simon nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and sadness. "He saved a woman from the same trauma that his mother had endured," he explained. "Alana, with her extraordinary gift, guided me to him. I could smell his blood, leading me to the scene. It was a difficult decision, but I knew I had to protect him."
I pondered his words, my lips pursed together. "And Alana? What did she think of it all?"
"At first, she was angry," Simon admitted. "But Ethan, the young man I saved, explained that I had not only saved his life but also rescued the woman from her attacker. It was a bittersweet choice, but in the end, it was the right one."
A sense of relief washed over me as I realized that this story had a happy ending. "At least it all worked out in the end," I remarked, giving him a small
"Yeah, it sure does."
Simon finished his story, exuding a calming aura of tranquility and understanding. Without missing a beat, he shifted the conversation. "Why did you come to the library, anyway?"
"I was thinking of finding books on mythical creatures," I answered. And perhaps shadow creatures too.
"Let me guess. Now that you're a vampire, you're curious about all things mythical?"
I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, exactly. I want to educate myself on things that were once just stories to me."
Simon leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Mythical creatures are certainly fascinating. Speaking of which, has Gabriel enlightened you about a group of women who can transform into bears?"
"What?"
"Oh, he hasn't. They are known as the Ursa Clan. They originated during the Viking era."
I leaned in, eager to hear more about this mysterious clan. "Tell me more about them. Are they dangerous?"
Simon's eyes sparkled with excitement as he began to recount the tales of the Ursa Clan. "Legend has it that the Ursa Clan were fierce warriors who could shift into powerful bears at will. They were said to be protectors of the forests, but also feared by those who crossed their path. It is said that they possess incredible strength and agility, making them formidable opponents in battle."
I listened intently, my curiosity piqued by the stories of these mythical beings. "Do they still exist today?"
"Gabriel has established a truce with them," Simon revealed. "The clan was once adversaries of the vampires. But now, they coexist peacefully, each respecting the other's territory and boundaries. It's a delicate balance, but one that has been maintained for centuries."
I couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of these powerful women who could transform into bears. "Do you think I could meet them someday?"
Simon smiled knowingly. "Perhaps. But remember, they are not to be underestimated. Approach with caution and respect, and they may just welcome you into their world."
After our discussion about the Ursa Clan, Simon directed my attention to the mythology section on the upper floor. He even mentioned the presence of a computer, in case I couldn't find what I was looking for.
I made my way up to the upper floor of the library. As I entered the mythology section, I was immediately surrounded by shelves filled with ancient texts and dusty tomes. The air was heavy with the scent of aged paper, adding to the mystical atmosphere of the place.
Contemplating whether to delve into the lore of the Ursa Clan or the enigmatic shadow creatures first, I settled on exploring the shadows. Perhaps in the future, I would uncover more about the fierce warrior women who could shift into bears.
I noticed a Windows computer sitting on the desk, so I decided to log in. Simon had shared the computer's login information with me. I opened up a search engine and entered 'shadow creatures' into the search bar. The results were overwhelming, with millions of hits popping up on the screen.
I scrolled through the search results, my curiosity piqued by the sheer volume of information available. Articles, forum threads, and even videos flooded the screen, each promising to shed light on the mysterious topic of shadow creatures. Intrigued, I clicked on the first link that caught my eye.
The webpage loaded, revealing a detailed article about various folklore and mythologies surrounding shadow creatures. It delved into ancient legends from different cultures, describing these elusive beings as ethereal entities that lurked in the shadows, often associated with darkness and fear. The article mentioned accounts of people claiming to have encountered these creatures, describing their chilling experiences and the lingering sense of dread that followed.
As I continued my search, I discovered that shadow creatures were not limited to folklore alone. There were scientific theories proposing explanations for their existence, ranging from psychological phenomena to paranormal occurrences. Some suggested that these entities were manifestations of repressed emotions or traumatic experiences, while others believed they were interdimensional beings that occasionally crossed paths with our reality.
Intrigued by the diverse range of perspectives, I clicked on a forum thread where individuals shared their personal encounters with shadow creatures. The stories were both captivating and unsettling. People described seeing fleeting glimpses of dark figures darting across their peripheral vision, lurking in corners, or even standing at the foot of their beds. Some claimed to have felt an overwhelming sense of malevolence emanating from these entities, while others believed they were simply curious observers.
As I delved deeper into the search results, I stumbled upon videos capturing alleged sightings of shadow creatures. Grainy footage showed dark, amorphous shapes moving swiftly through dimly lit rooms, leaving viewers with a sense of unease. The comments section was filled with debates, skeptics questioning the authenticity of the videos, and believers sharing their own chilling encounters.
The more I read and watched, the more I became engrossed in the enigma of shadow creatures. It was as if a hidden world had been unveiled before me, one that existed on the fringes of our understanding. The sheer abundance of information and personal accounts left me both fascinated and unnerved, my mind racing with questions and a desire to uncover the truth.
As I closed the browser, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of these shadow creatures. Were they mere figments of imagination, born from our deepest fears and anxieties? Or were they something more, entities that existed beyond our comprehension?
And if Ingram had achieved immortality, could he be the mastermind behind it all? Could he be the puppet master behind these shadowy beings, pulling the strings from the shadows? It was a chilling thought, one that sent shivers down my spine.
Leaving the library, I found myself stepping into the darkness that enveloped the mansion's surroundings. Realizing the extensive amount of time I had spent delving into the realm of shadow creatures, I couldn't help but ponder the effects it would have had on a human. Hours spent hunched over a computer screen would have surely resulted in back pain and discomfort. Yet, to my surprise, my posture remained impeccable, devoid of any discomfort or strain.
Leaning against the window sill, I gazed up at the sky, lost in contemplation. The stars twinkled above, their light casting a soft glow over the mansion grounds, but the absence of the moon meant the Children of the Moon would likely remain silent.
Just as I was preparing to depart, something grabbed my attention. There stood a man's silhouette, hands tucked in his pockets. He was impeccably dressed in a burgundy jacket, waistcoat, black trousers, and polished black shoes. His piercing red eyes mirrored those of the shadowy figure from Epping Forest.
His features became clearer as I observed him. An oblong face adorned with facial hair that extended to his neck. His dark, thick hair resembled Joseph's, inviting my fingers to run through it and —
Why was I fixating on that last detail? I never thought about anything like that. Never. So, why...?
Could it be Ingram, Joseph's brother? Vampires were known for their charm. Perhaps he was using it on me somehow.
Curiosity and a hint of fear coursed through my veins as I continued to study the man. His lips curled into a faint smile, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. There was an air of mystery about him, an aura that seemed to draw me in, despite the warning bells ringing in the back of my mind.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, the man took a step closer, his movements graceful and deliberate. The moonless night seemed to amplify the intensity of his gaze, drawing me further into his magnetic pull. I could feel a strange energy emanating from him, an aura that seemed to envelop the entire surroundings.
My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Was this really Ingram, or was it some trick of the mind? The resemblance to Joseph was uncanny, but there was something different about this man, something otherworldly.
A voice in the back of my mind urged caution, reminding me of the dangers that lurked in the darkness. But another part of me, a part that was drawn to the unknown, yearned to uncover the truth. I took a hesitant step forward, my curiosity overpowering my fear.
The man's smile widened, his eyes glinting with a mixture of amusement and something darker. It was as if he could read my thoughts, as if he knew the internal struggle I was facing.
"Violet?" Gabriel's voice broke through the spellbinding gaze, causing me to abruptly shift my attention away from the man's captivating eyes. Stepping back, I felt a twinge of annoyance as I regarded Gabriel.
He stood there, his arms crossed and a concerned expression etched across his face. "You alright?"
I sighed, torn between the allure of the mysterious man and the reality of the present moment. "I was just lost in thought," I replied, my voice tinged with a hint of frustration.
Gabriel's eyes flickered towards the window I was looking at not so long ago, his brows furrowing slightly. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
"No."
I lied. For some reason, what had just transpired felt deeply personal to me.
I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this encounter than met the eye. Ingram, or whoever he was, had stirred something within me that I couldn't quite explain.
As Gabriel departed without uttering another word, I turned my gaze back to the window, only to find the mysterious man had vanished into the depths of night.
My visitor had come and gone, leaving me to ponder the significance of his presence.
I STOOD UNWAVERING, ACCUSTOMED TO the agony in that cry. It was a sound that resonated deeply within me, a sound that would forever haunt me.
It was Bree's cry.
The cry of a broken soul, a cry that echoed through the empty halls of my heart. I could feel the weight of her pain, the heaviness of her sorrow, as if it were my own burden to bear. And yet, I stood there, unmoving, unable to offer any solace or comfort.
She was distant from me. And I had to locate her immediately.
I shut my eyes and relied on my hearing to guide me. The sound of her wail seemed to grow louder, more desperate, as if it were a beacon leading me towards her. I pursued the reverberations, maneuvering through the eerie forest with a heightened sense of purpose. Then, I discerned a noise. A voice.
"Who created you?" inquired a young girl's voice.
Bree's shrieks reverberated across the woods, evoking a complex blend of feelings within me. Regret, compassion, fury - a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions.
"Bree, I'm on my way," I whispered to myself, determination fueling my every step as I sprinted for her.
As I ran, the branches of the trees whipped against my face, leaving stinging marks that I couldn't register. The urgency in Bree's cries pushed me forward. Each breath I took was filled with a mix of fear and determination, propelling me deeper into the heart of the forest.
"I don't know," Bree's voice trembled, barely audible amidst her gasps of pain. "Riley wouldn't tell us. He said our thoughts weren't safe."
Another agonizing scream tore through the trees, a chilling reminder of the horrors that awaited her.
I pushed myself harder through the underbrush. My feet pounded against the forest floor, propelling me forward. Every instinct within me screamed to hurry, to reach Bree before it was too late.
Then, suddenly, her cries ceased, leaving a haunting silence in their wake...
How could I possibly erase that memory from my mind? How could anyone possibly let such a significant moment slip away? Bree's piercing screams continued to reverberate within the depths of my consciousness, haunting me even after her untimely demise.
With every glimpse of her face and every moment spent in her presence, the floodgates of remembrance would burst open, flooding my mind with vivid recollections. It was as if her essence intertwined with that of my half sister, Ayla, for they both possessed an uncanny resemblance in their sweet, innocent, and untainted personalities. It was as if Bree's untimely demise had somehow merged their souls, forever linking them in my memories.
I yearned for a release, a way to let go of the pain that consumed me. But the more I fought against the memories, the more they clung to me, refusing to be forgotten. They became a part of me, an indelible mark on my psyche that I could not escape.
Why was it me who survived? This question plagued me relentlessly ever since I left Forks and found refuge with the Khotlers. I wasn't the most skilled, nor was I a seasoned warrior like Gabriel who had faced full-fledged battles. Yet, I remained among the living while countless others perished. The answer was clear, though I loathed to admit it. I survived because I chose to turn away. I abandoned the newborn army, Victoria, and Riley, opting for self-preservation. It was a bitter truth to swallow, but it was the reality I couldn't escape.
"I'm sorry, Bree," I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry."
But no matter how many times I apologized, the guilt continued to consume me. Bree's face, contorted in pain and fear, haunted my memories, reminding me of the choices I had made and the lives I had left behind. The weight of their deaths pressed heavily on my conscience, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked within me.
Suddenly, a strange sensation coursed through my body, starting from my fingertips and spreading throughout my entire being. My hands glowed with a brilliant shade of purple, illuminating the darkness around us. I just don't understand what was happening to me. Why was it happening to me and me only? Was it possible that vampires had more than one power? I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and the purple glow slowly faded away. I looked down at the ground, feeling a sense of overwhelming guilt.
In that moment, a sense of unease settled upon me, as if the universe itself was whispering secrets in my ear. I couldn't shake the feeling that my survival came with a price, a debt that I could never fully repay. But for now, all I could do was carry the weight of my actions and strive to make amends, even if it meant facing the darkness within myself.
As I cast my eyes one final time upon the painting, a whirlwind of thoughts consumed my mind. The enigmatic secrets held within this coven intrigued me beyond measure. Gabriel and the Volturi, Alana's mysterious past, the hidden depths of everyone's histories - it all seemed to grow more and more intriguing with each passing moment.
With a swift motion, I opened the door and stepped into the living area, my invisibility cloak enveloping me like a second skin. The room was adorned with a flickering fireplace, its warm glow casting dancing shadows upon the walls. Rhona sat on the couch, her face contorted with a snarl as she stared into the crackling flames. The sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs, and Joseph's distinct Cockney accent filled the room.
"Rhona, there you are," he greeted, settling down beside her. "Just a friendly reminder that you and Alana have a hunting expedition ahead."
Rhona let out a weary sigh. "I'm simply waiting for her."
Joseph shook his head, his eyes filled with understanding. "Rhona, my dear, I've said it before and I'll say it again. Your past does not define you. It's what you choose to do in the present and the future that truly matters."
Rhona's response was tinged with a hint of bitterness. "I understand that, Joseph. But sometimes, I can't help but think about how they get to revel in the joys of life while I suffered for their transgressions."
As their conversation unfolded, a wave of sympathy washed over me. What had Rhona endured? And who were these mysterious individuals she spoke of? The answers to these questions eluded me, leaving me with an insatiable curiosity that begged to be satisfied.
"Don't view it in that light," Joseph reassured her, gently placing his hand on hers. "I know the pain they caused you, Rhona. But I promise you, I won't let anyone hurt you."
Leaning forward, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, and a soft smile graced Rhona's lips as she rested her head against his neck.
"I know you won't," she whispered.
Just as the moment seemed to linger, Alana entered the living area, abruptly interrupting the tranquility. "Alright, ready for some hunting?"
Rhona rose from the couch, planting a loving kiss on Joseph's head before following Alana towards the front door. As they departed, Joseph let out a sigh.
"I'm aware of your presence, Violet," he spoke, and I gracefully emerged from my concealed position, deactivating my invisibility cloak.
I approached him, my mind swirling with questions. What was happening within this coven? And what mysteries were they concealing?
"I just happened to walk by," I fabricated, attempting to appear casual. The man seated in front of me arched an eyebrow, his gaze penetrating.
"Did you overhear my conversation with my wife?" he interrogated, his tone hushed and suspicious.
I gulped, sensing the intensity of his stare. "I...I simply walked in," I stammered, my voice quivering slightly.
However, he remained unconvinced. "You know how I can tell?" he remarked, leaning closer. "I not only have the ability to sense individuals, but I can also delve into your thoughts."
A chill ran down my spine. This man was no ordinary mortal. He wasn't even a typical vampire. His powers exceeded my comprehension.
Well, at least I wouldn't be the sole vampire with multiple gifts.
"That seems a bit greedy," I joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Having more than one gift."
He laughed, a deep sound resonating in his chest. "Coming from someone with invisibility and that... purple light thing," he gestured vaguely at the last part.
I chuckled nervously, feeling a bit exposed. "Yeah, I guess we all have our unique talents," I replied, trying to steer the conversation away from my own abilities.
He leaned back in his chair, studying me with a thoughtful expression. "So, what brings you here, if not to eavesdrop on my conversation?" he asked, his tone softer now, more curious than accusatory.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about his demeanor put me at ease, and I found myself opening up to him.
"Did you know that Gabriel was with the Volturi when he was a newborn?" I inquired, exuding an air of self-assured knowledge.
He responded with a deliberate nod. "Indeed, we are well aware of this. Did Gabriel himself disclose this information to you?"
I shook my head in response. "No, it was through a painting hanging on the wall, depicting Gabriel alongside the Volturi. Subsequently, he shared his story with me, getting to know him more."
Joseph responded with a brief smile, "That must have been quite a shock for you," he commented. "The Volturi are not to be underestimated."
If I had a coconut for every time a vampire said something like that—
"You'd have a coconut plantation," Joseph casually completed my sentence.
I chuckled at his quick wit, grateful for the lighthearted moment in the midst of our serious conversation. "I suppose so," I replied, shaking my head in amusement. Then, my eyes searched his face. "How did you meet him?"
"I was the first member," Joseph revealed, his voice carrying a tinge of nostalgia. "Born into a strict English Christian family in the year 1614, my father was Charles Dawson. Sadly, my mother passed away shortly after giving birth to my younger brother, Ingram. We took on her maiden name as a tribute. My father was never the same after her death. It was a difficult time for us all."
"Sounds like we have more in common than I thought," I mused sadly.
Joseph nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. "It seems that way. After my mother's death, my father became distant and withdrawn, leaving my brother and me to fend for ourselves. We were raised in a small village, where life was tough and opportunities were scarce."
"But then, everything changed," Joseph continued, his lips momentarily pursing together. "At the age of fifteen, I developed the ability to 'read' people -" he gestured air quotes around 'read' - "meaning I became exceptionally perceptive, noticing even the minutest details about something or someone. For instance, I observed that Ingram possessed a profound fascination with shadows, particularly in creating, molding, and manipulating darkness and shadows."
"Wait, you can read people?" I interrupted, intrigued by this revelation. "Like a real-life Sherlock Holmes?"
Joseph simply nodded in response. "Yes, in a way," he replied. "I have a keen eye for detail and can pick up on subtle cues and behaviors that others might overlook."
"But what about your brother? Why did he have an interest in shadows and darkness?"
Joseph's eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and intrigue as he began to explain. "Ingram's fascination with shadows and darkness started when we were children. He always had a mysterious aura about him, and he would spend hours experimenting with different ways to manipulate shadows. It was as if he had an innate connection to the darkness itself."
I leaned in closer, captivated by Joseph's story. "And what did you make of it? Did you think it was just a passing phase?"
Joseph chuckled softly, his voice tinged with fondness. "At first, I thought it was just a childhood fascination, something he would eventually outgrow. But as the years went by, his interest only grew stronger. He would spend countless hours studying ancient texts and practicing his shadow manipulation techniques."
I couldn't help but be intrigued by Ingram's unique talent. "So, what exactly can he do with shadows? Is it some kind of magic?"
Joseph's smile widened, revealing a hint of excitement. "It's hard to explain, but he..."
His expression suddenly shifted, a hint of concern clouding his features. "I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his fascination than he let on."
"What are you trying to say?" I inquired.
Joseph's gaze flickered with a blend of intrigue and apprehension. "I stumbled upon the Seal of Astaroth within his ring."
The implications of what he had discovered were chilling. "Are you suggesting that he was involved in some sort of occult?"
Joseph nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and determination. "Yes, Violet. It seems that way. The Seal of Astaroth, hidden within his ring, is a symbol of his allegiance to this cult. They believed that Astaroth, a powerful demon, was their leader."
A shiver ran down my spine as I tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation. The world suddenly seemed much darker, filled with secrets and hidden dangers. I couldn't help but wonder what other horrors lay beneath the surface.
"Did you confront him about it?" I questioned.
"I tried to warn him about the dangers of dabbling in demon worship, but Ingram didn't listen. And then, one day, he vanished without a trace."
The thought of someone I had known and trusted being involved in something so dark and dangerous was unsettling. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Ingram, and if his involvement with the cult had led to his disappearance.
"When did he disappeared?" I pressed on.
"Around 1643, I believe," Joseph wiped his nose and I saw his golden eyes gloomily looked down. "News got around the residents and my father, who didn't show any interest in us, said that I killed my brother with dark magic and had me locked up, ready to be executed."
"Wait, they thought you killed Ingram?" I inquired.
Joseph nodded, his voice filled with bitterness. "Yes, they believed that I was responsible for Ingram's disappearance. They accused me of using dark magic to harm him, and I swore I had nothing to do with it."
I couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for Joseph. It seemed like he had been wrongly accused and imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. The weight of his brother's disappearance and the false accusations must have been unbearable.
"I'm sorry that had to happen to you." I offered my sympathies, though I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt for some reason.
Joseph's lips curled into a knowing smirk. "I was prepared to meet my end. But then, Gabriel appeared in my cell. The moment I locked eyes with him, I knew he was a vampire. He offered me the chance to live forever, and I made the choice to embrace it."
"Gabriel?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. "And you accepted it? Why?"
Joseph's gaze hardened, his eyes now filled with a mix of determination and regret. "I had nothing left to lose," he confessed, his voice laced with bitterness. "Ingram was gone, my family had turned against me, and I was facing certain death. Gabriel promised me power, immortality, and a chance to uncover the truth behind Ingram's disappearance. I couldn't resist.
A wave of conflicting emotions washed over me. On one hand, I understood Joseph's desperation and the allure of the unknown. But on the other hand, I couldn't help but question the consequences of his decision. Had he truly found the answers he sought? Or had he merely traded one darkness for another?
Joseph continued his narrative, recounting the moment he joined forces with Gabriel to establish their coven. "I left with Gabriel that night," he reminisced. "Becoming his partner and co-leader of the coven, I utilized my unique abilities to identify humans who could be of great value to us. It was through this process that I'd found Rhona."
Curiosity sparked within me as I pondered the nature of Rhona's beauty. "I wonder if she was a pretty human," I mused, my gaze fixed intently on Joseph.
A faint sense of wonder colored Joseph's voice as he responded, "One can only imagine. By the time I laid eyes on her, she had already transitioned into a vampire, leaving me in awe."
The realization that Rhona had existed as a vampire for a longer duration than Joseph sent a chill down my spine. How many years had she traversed the earth, preying upon unsuspecting souls? Joseph's tragic past only served to deepen the weight of my contemplations, although it paled in comparison to Gabriel's own burdens.
"And did you find what you were looking for?" I asked cautiously, thinking about his brother and his fate, my curiosity getting the better of me.
Joseph replied. "I think you've found him first. Remember you told me, Gabriel and Simon that you saw a dark figure at Epping Forest? You saw red eyes on it?"
Joseph responded, "I believe you stumbled upon him initially. Recall when you recounted seeing a shadowy figure at Epping Forest to Gabriel and Simon? You mentioned spotting red eyes on it?"
The memory flooded back vividly. I had been on the verge of attacking the cyclist when I caught sight of it. Those crimson eyes gleaming in the shadows.
"Yes, I remember," I replied, my mind racing at the thought of that eerie encounter. "But what does that have to do with your brother?"
Joseph's expression darkened as he explained, "I think you saw Ingram in the forest. Or at least one of his creation. I have been searching for my brother for years now, following any lead or clue that might bring me closer to him. And I believe that your encounter in Epping Forest may have been a crucial piece of the puzzle."
I felt a surge of guilt and responsibility wash over me. Had I missed an opportunity to help Joseph find his brother, or had I unknowingly put myself in danger by encountering one of Ingram's creations?
"Is there a library nearby?" I suddenly inquired, a glimmer of hope shining through.
"Yes, we have one," Joseph replied, gesturing towards the staircase. "Upstairs, to the right. Second door on your left. Simon is there as well, he's quite the bookworm."
I nodded, grateful for the chance to gather more information and potentially help Joseph in his search.
IT HAD BEEN A FEW DAYS SINCE I FIRST stumbled upon the coven, yet my curiosity had only intensified. Alana's response to my inquiry regarding Ethan's father had ignited a fire within me, compelling me to uncover their hidden secrets. What were they concealing? What had befallen Ethan's father? Was he a creature of darkness like my own worthless father, or had he met a tragic end, leaving Alana to mend her shattered heart?
I knew I needed to delve deeper, and my initial move was to locate the leader, Gabriel. As I roamed the vast mansion, I couldn't help but be awestruck by its magnificence. It was the type of place that would have caused a stir in Forks, with high school students vying to attend a party there. Yet, in this enigmatic British vampire coven, it was just another ordinary day.
The mansion was a labyrinth of opulence and mystery, with its grand chandeliers casting a soft glow on the marble floors and intricate tapestries adorning the walls. Each room I explored seemed to hold its own secrets, whispering tales of the coven's ancient history and the power that coursed through their veins.
As I wandered through the corridors, my gaze landed on a portrait adorning the wall. The painting depicted a group of eight individuals, clad in different hues of black, positioned against a somber grey backdrop. Their ruby eyes shimmered under the illumination, evoking memories of the newborns and Victoria from my history. Yet, there was a peculiar allure to these silhouettes, a mysterious quality that captivated me and refused to release its hold.
Immersed in the artwork, a profound sense of reverence and curiosity enveloped me. It was as if I had been transported back to the innocence of childhood, where every facet of the world was a source of marvel and intrigue. Fixated upon the countenances of the eight vampires, an unyielding determination surged within me, compelling me to unravel their concealed truths and delve into their past.
Suddenly, it struck me like a lightning bolt. The truth sank in, and my thoughts spiraled with inquiries. Gabriel and the Volturi guards were depicted in the painting, with four of them standing out in my memory - the ones that spoke to Victoria about the newborn army. They were the ones responsible for Bree's death, the ones who had interactions with Bella and the Cullens. Why did Gabriel possess a painting of them displayed on the wall? What set them apart from the rest?
As I stared at the painting, a sense of unease washed over me. Gabriel had always been a mysterious figure, to me, but now it seemed like there was a darker side to him that I had never known about. The fact that he had a painting of the Volturi guards, who were known for their ruthless ways, raised even more questions about his true intentions.
I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister going on, something that I had been oblivious to all this time. Was Gabriel somehow connected to the Volturi? And if so, what did that mean for me and the others who trusted him?
I knew I had to confront Gabriel about the painting, to get to the bottom of this once and for all. But as I made my way to his office, a sense of dread crept over me. What if the truth was too much to handle? What if Gabriel wasn't who he claimed to be?
But I couldn't let fear hold me back. I had to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be.
I inhaled deeply, my nerves tingling as I cautiously distanced myself from the captivating painting. Suddenly, a masculine voice resonated through the air, causing me to startle. I pivoted on my heels, my eyes meeting Gabriel's figure in a sleek black suit and polished shoes. A gentle smile graced his pale countenance, radiating warmth.
"Are you alright?" he inquired, concern lacing his words.
My trembling voice directed his attention towards the painting. "I stumbled upon this...this artwork."
Gabriel's gaze followed my gesture, his smile fading into a pensive expression. He crossed his arms, his eyes fixated on the ground, lost in contemplation. It was evident that he held some knowledge about it.
"Violet," he began, his voice steady and resolute. "Though you've only been here for a short while, I already consider you a part of our family. I believe it's time I share their story with you. I was once a member, but what I was then pales in comparison to what I have become."
Uncertainty clouded my mind, but I nodded eagerly, yearning to unravel the mysteries. "Alright. So, who exactly are they to you and why do you have a painting of them?"
Gabriel took a deep breath and began to explain. "They are called The Volturi. The largest and most powerful coven of vampires. They enforce the laws of the vampire world. They are led by Aro, a charismatic and cunning leader who possesses the ability to read thoughts. His closest allies are Marcus and Caius, both formidable vampires in their own right. Together, they maintain order and ensure that the vampire world remains hidden from humans."
Gabriel paused, his eyes filled with a mixture of nostalgia and regret. "I was once a member of the Volturi, serving as one of Aro's most trusted guards. I believed in their cause, their mission to protect our kind and maintain the balance between vampires and humans. But as time went on, I began to question their methods, their thirst for power and control."
He glanced at the painting, his gaze filled with a hint of sadness. "This painting represents a turning point in my life. It depicts the three leaders of the Volturi, but it also serves as a reminder of the darkness that consumed me during my time with them."
As I listened to Gabriel speak of their power, I couldn't help but be intrigued. "But how do they maintain order?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
"The Volturi have a strict set of laws that all vampires must follow," he explained. "These laws are not written, as that would be a serious offense. Instead, they are passed down orally from one vampire to another."
"Vampires have laws?" I asked dumbfoundedly, recalling the night when Victoria conversed with the cloaked Volturi vampires.
The cloaked girl had referred to us newborns, myself included, as 'illegally created'.
I was one of Victoria's creations.
"The Volturi do not offer second chances," the girl's words reverberated in my mind.
Gabriel nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with a mixture of caution and fascination. "Indeed, they do," he confirmed. "The Volturi's laws are designed to maintain order and ensure the secrecy of our kind. They cover a wide range of aspects, from feeding habits to interactions with humans and even the creation of new vampires."
My mind raced with questions as I tried to comprehend the existence of such laws within the vampire world. "How do they enforce these laws?" I asked, my voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Gabriel's expression turned serious as he continued to enlighten me. "The Volturi are the ultimate authority among vampires," he explained. "They have an elite group of enforcers known as the Guard, who are responsible for upholding the laws and punishing those who dare to defy them."
A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined the consequences of crossing the Volturi. "What happens to those who break the laws?" I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper.
Gabriel's gaze grew distant, as if he was recalling a painful memory. "The Volturi are ruthless in their pursuit of justice," he replied, his tone filled with a mix of fear and respect. "Punishments can range from imprisonment to execution, depending on the severity of the offense. They show no mercy, especially when it comes to those who threaten the secrecy of our kind."
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at the thought of the Volturi's power and the consequences that awaited those who dared to defy them. "But what if someone disagrees with their laws?" I asked, my voice tinged with a hint of rebellion.
Gabriel's eyes met mine, his expression filled with caution. "Disagreement is not tolerated," he said firmly. "The Volturi's word is law, and to challenge them is to invite destruction upon oneself. It is a dangerous game to question their authority."
As I absorbed Gabriel's words, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of awe and trepidation towards the Volturi. Their power and unwavering control over the vampire world was both terrifying and intriguing. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live under their rule, constantly bound by their laws and living in fear of their wrath.
Then, I was curious about how Gabriel had become a part of this world. "So, how did you become a part of the Volturi?" I asked.
And so, Gabriel began to recount the story of his rebirth, the origin of his existence as a vampire. As he spoke, I couldn't help but be drawn into the dark and mysterious world of the Volturi, where laws were enforced by those who acted like royalty, and secrets were kept hidden from the human world.
"My full name is Gabriel Khotler," he began, his voice laced with a hint of mystery. "I was raised in the embrace of a devoutly religious family, but as I grew older, I felt the pull of adventure tugging at my soul. And so, I became a messenger, traversing the length and breadth of Europe with a sense of purpose that only the open road can provide."
His eyes flickered to the man with the brown hair and pale skin, a shiver running down his spine. "It was in Volterra that my journey took a dark turn. Demetri, a hunter of the Volturi, tracked me down and brought me before their council."
He gestured towards the imposing figure in the center of the painting, his black hair cascading down his back like a waterfall of shadows. "Aro, the leader of the Volturi, saw something in me - a toughness, a potential, a smarts - that he believed would make me a valuable addition to his coven. And so, he turned me into a vampire."
Gabriel's eyes glinted with a fierce intensity as he spoke of his newfound powers. "I wasn't gifted at first, but soon I discovered the ability to move things with my mind. It was a power that made me a force to be reckoned with, and I quickly became enemies with Felix, a fellow member of the Volturi."
He nodded towards the emotionless man to the left of Aro, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Marcus often tried to calm us down, but our fights would rage on for days."
Gabriel's voice grew softer as he spoke of his darker deeds. "I hunted and fed on humans, heedless of the laws that forbade such actions in Volterra. And I even took part in a war against the Romanian Coven, a conflict that lasted for centuries and left countless lives in its wake."
"There was a war?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
He fell silent, his eyes distant as he relived the memories of his past. "Yes, there was a war," he said at last, his voice barely above a whisper. "And it was a war that changed me forever. The Romanian Coven was the original ruling coven before the Volturi overthrew them. Back then, vampires did not conceal their true nature. They reveled in their immortality, openly revealing themselves to the people of Romania."
"Humans were delivered to them, and if they were pleased enough, the Romanians would choose to change them. But when the Volturi came to power, the Romanians were usurped after almost a century of warring against each other. The Volturi saw this as a threat to their own authority and sought to bring the Romanian Coven under their control. And so, the war began.
"It was a brutal conflict, with both sides unleashing their full power and fury upon each other. The streets ran red with blood, and the skies were filled with the screams of the dying. Their downfall originated from their underestimating the advantage of supernatural abilities that existed in some vampires, which the Volturi had collected.
"After their downfall, the remaining members attempted to destroy them and take back their power by gathering over a hundred recruits, thinking that their number would overcome the Volturi's talented members. It was then Aro displayed Alec's and Jane's destructive powers and massacred the entire army."
He pointed to Jane and the dark-haired boy beside her. She was the one who said that the newborns were illegally created and they don't give second chances. He also told me that they were twins at age twelve, so far the youngest to have ever turned into vampire s.
Gabriel's voice grew more intense as he recounted the horrors of the war. "I fought alongside my then coven, driven by a thirst for power and vengeance. I was ruthless, merciless in my pursuit of victory. But as the war dragged on, I began to question the righteousness of our cause. The cost of our actions weighed heavily on my conscience, and I found myself torn between loyalty to my coven and the desire for peace."
"In the end, it was a devastating defeat that forced me to confront the darkness within myself. The Romanian Coven was decimated, their leaders slain, and their territory annexed by the Volturi. I was left broken, haunted by the memories of the war and the lives I had taken. It was then that I made a vow to never again succumb to the darkness that had consumed me."
Gabriel's confession hung heavy in the air, a reminder of the price of power and the consequences of war. And as I looked into his haunted eyes, I saw a man burdened by his past, seeking redemption in a world that had known only bloodshed and betrayal.
Over centuries passed, and I became repulsed by the Volturi and their 'meals', prompting me to depart." Gabriel air-quoted the word 'meal'.
"And that was the last the Volturi ever saw of you," I remarked, to which he simply nodded.
"A few weeks later, I found myself back in England, spending nearly five hundred years among various small covens, only to leave due to their unwavering thirst for human blood. Eventually, I established my own coven in secret, away from the prying eyes of the Volturi. Living peacefully with my wife and coven members, this is the life I prefer. But if the Volturi ever decide to wage war, I will not hesitate to defend my family and our way of life.
"I have seen enough bloodshed and destruction in my long existence, and I will not stand idly by while the Volturi try to control us all. I may be peaceful by nature, but I am also a warrior when necessary. And I will fight to protect what is mine, no matter the cost. The Volturi may be powerful, but they do not scare me. I have faced much worse in my long life, and I will not back down now. So let them come, if they dare. I am ready for whatever they may bring."
His story was one of both wonder and woe, a tale that captivated the imagination and broke the heart. He had lived two lives, one as a messenger of humanity and the other as a creature of the night. It was a tragedy that he had been taken by the Volturi, forced to become the very thing that Christians despised. But despite the darkness that had consumed him, he had found happiness in the end, a family to call his own.
I listened intently, my mind racing with questions. "What made you leave? And why do you keep this painting?"
Gabriel's expression grew solemn. "I left because I realized that the Volturi's actions were not always just. They were willing to sacrifice innocent lives for their own gain, and I could no longer be a part of that. I wanted to protect, not harm."
He gestured towards the painting. "I keep this as a reminder of the choices I've made and the path I've chosen. It serves as a constant reminder of the darkness that exists within me, and the need to always strive for redemption."
I couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and sympathy for Gabriel. His past was filled with complexities and struggles, and yet he had managed to find his own path, one that aligned with his values and beliefs.
Gabriel's intense stare bore into me, his eyes holding a mysterious depth that intrigued me. "Is there anything else you'd like to inquire about?" he inquired, his tone gentle yet firm.
I shook my head, feeling a mix of admiration and curiosity towards him. "No, I just wanted to learn more about you," I murmured softly.
A faint smile played on Gabriel's lips, a hint of warmth breaking through his usual serious demeanor. "Feel free to ask me anything in the future," he offered, his voice laced with kindness.
And just like that, Gabriel turned and walked away, leaving me to ponder the complexities of his past and the strength of his character.
As my attention shifted, I found myself once again captivated by the mesmerizing painting of the Volturi. Their icy countenances and unwavering gazes seemed to penetrate my soul, evoking a sense of both fascination and trepidation. The names Felix, Jane, Demetri, and Alec reverberated through the corridors of my mind, conjuring vivid recollections that danced before my eyes like fleeting specter.
AS WE EMBARKED ON OUR JOURNEY ONCE more, my mind started to drift away. It wasn't fixated on the shadowy figure we left behind in Epping Forest. Instead, I found myself lost in a world of imagination, envisioning the abode of these enigmatic vampires. Would it be an opulent manor be close to the Cullens'? Or maybe a majestic castle, reminiscent of those in Castlevania? My thoughts were untamed, and I couldn't rid myself of the preconceived notions and tales surrounding vampires. Were they merely figments of folklore and fables?
We traveled further into the unknown and my mind continued to wander, conjuring up images of dark, gothic structures hidden deep within the forest. I imagined towering spires reaching towards the sky, shrouded in mist and mystery. Would the vampires within be elegant and refined, like the vampires of Anne Rice's novels, or would they be more savage and primal, like the creatures of Bram Stoker's Dracula?
I couldn't shake the feeling of both fear and fascination that enveloped me as we drew closer to our destination. The stories I had heard as a child, of vampires who preyed on the innocent and drank blood to sustain their immortal existence, haunted me. But at the same time, there was a thrill in the unknown, a sense of adventure that compelled me to push forward despite my trepidation.
As we neared our destination, the clock struck midnight. The building loomed before us, and I was astounded by its immense size. It surpassed even the Cullens' house, reminiscent of Croft Manor from the Tomb Raider games. The mansion was encircled by vast gardens, enclosed by towering walls. A winding path extended from the mansion, leading to the rest of the estate. It was truly a breathtaking sight.
"Is this where you live?" I inquired, still captivated by the magnificence of the place.
"Yes, it sure is, luv," Joseph replied with a smile.
"How were you able to acquire such a place?" I couldn't resist asking.
"It belonged to Helena's family," Gabriel explained. "After her family's passing, she inherited the mansion. It was my first case as a lawyer, and I was able to assist her. Since then, we've made it our home and welcomed more members into our family."
Gabriel switched off the engine of his sleek car, the purr of the motor fading away into the distance, as he pulled into the garage. Stepping out of the vehicle, my attention was immediately captivated by the sheer magnificence of the mansion that stood before us.
Approaching the entrance, a woman materialized seemingly out of thin air. She stood outside the mansion, exuding an air of calmness and warmth, her posture radiating regality. Her oval face was framed by voluminous roots and loose curls of blonde hair, cascading down to her back with her flawless skin as pale as the moon. Her eyes sparkled with a golden hue, captivating anyone who dared to meet her gaze. With minimal makeup, only a touch of purple shades under her eyes, she showcased her natural beauty effortlessly.
She adorned herself in a light blue chiffon summer dress, its elegance accentuated by long puffed sleeves. Completing her ensemble were a pair of baby blue ballet flats, adding a touch of grace to her every step.
As she approached us, her presence commanded attention, her every movement graceful and deliberate.
"Welcome back, my love," she uttered, extending her arms towards Gabriel.
He embraced her affectionately, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy at the profound bond they shared. After a brief pause, Gabriel turned towards me and introduced me to his beloved wife, Helena.
"It's nice to meet you," I greeted, extending my hand.
To my surprise, Helena pulled me into a warm embrace, overwhelming me with her genuine affection. It was evident that she was someone who embraced physical closeness, and I couldn't help but feel a tad uncomfortable in the face of such warmth.
There was also a combination of warmth and kindness in her golden eyes. Despite my initial jealousy, I couldn't deny the genuine happiness radiating from both of them. It was clear that their love was strong and unwavering.
"The rest of the family awaits inside," she announced, gesturing towards the grand entrance. "They're eager to finally see you."
As we approached the towering doors of the mansion, Gabriel's hand reached for the handle, and with a gentle push, the doors groaned open. My eyes widened as I stepped into the opulence of the living area. The main hall sprawled out in every direction, with rooms and corridors branching off like a labyrinth. It was reminiscent of an adventure in a Tomb Raider game, a palace fit for royalty. The space was vast, capable of housing a menagerie of animals akin to Noah's Ark.
As soon as I entered the room, my eyes were captivated by the massive fireplace, set into the granite wall, emanating a cozy warmth that enveloped the entire space. Positioned across from the hearth were two lengthy sofas, strategically placed to entice us to relax into their soft cushions. A vibrant scarlet rug lay beneath the sofas, injecting a burst of color into the room's stone floor. In the middle of the room, a sleek glass table was adorned with an exquisite China vase overflowing with an assortment of lively flowers.
On the left side of the room, a majestic staircase enticed us to venture up to the upper levels of the mansion. The stairs were covered in a matching scarlet carpet, adding a touch of sophistication to the area. To the right, a collection of crates were stacked in a disorderly manner, resembling oversized building blocks and creating a sense of organized chaos in the space.
As I absorbed the grandeur of the room, a sudden burst of fiery red hair seized my gaze. In that fleeting moment, I believed she had returned. I thought it was Victoria, the one who had deceived me, the one who had plotted to harm Bella.
Descending the stairs, the woman's eyes shimmered with irritation as she inspected the crates. It wasn't Victoria. Her face bore an oval shape, reminiscent of Helena, yet her cheekbones and forehead were slightly broader, and her jawline possessed a gentle curve. Clad in an oversized crimson sweater, leggings, and black High Top shoes, her fair complexion radiated against the vibrant hues. With each determined step, her Scottish accent resonated throughout the room.
"Apologies for the clutter," she expressed, her voice tinged with regret. "The crates do make the house appear untidy."
"Where is Ethan?" Gabriel inquired. "He was meant to assist."
"He was, but now, I cannae find him," she responded, her frustration palpable.
A soft murmur escaped my lips, "How ironic." The words caught her attention, and her golden eyes fixated on mine, studying me intently.
"Who is this lass? She's bonnie," she exclaimed, her accent growing more pronounced.
The woman's compliment caught me off guard. Her words were filled with a genuine admiration that made me feel both flattered and self-conscious at the same time.
Simon, noticing my reaction, introduced me. "This is Violet," he said, gesturing towards me. "Violet, this is my wife, Alana."
A mixture of anticipation and uncertainty filled the space between us as I extended a hesitant greeting. "Hello," I murmured, unsure of what lay ahead.
Alana, with an infectious warmth, closed the distance between us, her arms outstretched in a welcoming embrace. "Come here, my dear," she beckoned, her voice brimming with affection.
Caught off guard by her unexpected display of affection, I found myself momentarily bewildered. Before I could react, she enveloped me in a tender hug, leaving me both comforted and slightly flustered. As she released me, her hands lingered on my shoulders, a gentle reminder of her genuine nature. "Not much of a hugger, are you?" she remarked, her tone laced with understanding.
Feeling a tinge of embarrassment, I nodded.
Helena interjected with a playful smile. "Ah, so you're not one for hugs, I see?" she chimed in, her words filled with curiosity.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her astute observation. "Not particularly," I admitted, feeling a sense of relief at her easygoing nature.
Simon's face fell at my words, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "No one has ever hugged you?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
I shook my head, my heart burdened by the weight of my past. "Not even my parents," I responded, my voice carrying a touch of despair. "My father was never one for physical affection, or at least that's what I can remember. As for my mother, my memories of her are nonexistent."
Joseph's eyes locked with mine, his golden gaze brimming with understanding. He absentmindedly rubbed his nose and the back of his neck, a gesture that spoke volumes about his own experiences. Before I could utter another word, the sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention.
"Joseph and I understand," a gentle voice chimed in, filling the room with a profound sense of compassion.
I turned around to find a woman with short, black neck-length hair making her way towards us. Her skin boasted a beautiful tan, and her kind golden eyes radiated warmth. Her face had a striking diamond shape. She was dressed in a black turtleneck sweater paired with flared jeans that accentuated her slender figure, and she wore Sketchers on her feet. I couldn't help but be captivated by her exquisite beauty.
Her presence seemed to bring a sense of calm and understanding to the room, as if she carried with her a deep well of empathy and compassion. Her voice, soft and soothing, resonated with a gentle strength that immediately put me at ease.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," she continued, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "But I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. It sounds like you've carried a heavy burden for far too long."
Joseph's face lit up as he saw Rhona, exclaiming her name with joy. He rushed towards her, arms wide open. Rhona met him halfway, embracing him tightly. Lost in their own world, they held each other for a few moments.
"You've only been gone for like three hours," Rhona teased, a smile tugging at her lips.
"It felt like an eternity," Joseph replied, his eyes filled with happiness. Turning to me, he introduced me to his wife. "Violet, this is Rhona. Rhona, Violet."
"Hello, Violet," Rhona greeted me softly, her voice gentle as a feather's touch. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Returning her greeting with a smile, I felt a warmth from her presence.
"Don't worry, my dear," she chuckled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "I won't be hugging you just yet. I've heard a few of your conversations."
Her remark made me laugh.
"How about a handshake instead?" I suggested, reaching out my hand towards her.
Rhona graciously accepted my handshake, her touch warm and comforting. As our hands clasped together, I felt a firm yet friendly grip. We held onto each other's hands for a few seconds before letting go.
"Have you met Ethan yet?" Rhona asked, scanning the room.
I shook my head in response.
"He's probably at the swimming pool," Alana added, her voice tinged with irritation.
Without hesitation, she walked over to a denim jacket on the couch. Examining it closely, she rubbed the fabric with her thumb and sniffed it.
"Simon, come with me," she commanded, heading towards the door by the fireplace.
Rhona shrugged, indicating she didn't know where Ethan was.
Perplexed by the sudden commotion, I turned to Gabriel.
"What was that all about?" I questioned, motioning towards Alana's actions.
Gabriel's voice was calm and measured as he explained, "She possesses clairvoyance. By touching someone's belongings, she can locate them."
I nodded, impressed by Alana's unique ability. It was clear that she had a special gift, one that could prove to be incredibly useful in finding anyone.
"Any belongings that are theirs?" I pressed on.
"Any belongings that have a strong connection to them," Gabriel clarified. "It could be something they frequently use or something that holds sentimental value to them.”
"Do the other members of the coven have abilities?" I inquired, eager to learn more about the unique talents within their coven.
Joseph's voice exuded confidence as he responded, "My power is the ability to sense anything from anyone I meet."
His words hung in the air, leaving me even more intrigued by the mysterious abilities that surrounded me. I recalled his mention of sensing me at the airport, unable to see me due to my invisibility. It suddenly made perfect sense.
Rhona's revelation was just as captivating. "I hold the power to manipulate memories," she revealed with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I can alter, restore, and erase them effortlessly."
Gabriel's ability stood out as the most remarkable of them all. "I can telekinetically move objects," he proudly announced, his voice resonating with a sense of accomplishment. "Even across great distances."
Turning my attention to Helena, I detected a tinge of disappointment etched upon her expression. "And what about you, Helena?" I inquired gently, sensing her hesitation.
She paused for a moment, her fingers twirling nervously. "I don't possess any extraordinary abilities," she admitted, her voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "However, Simon possesses unparalleled strength, and Ethan is the fastest vampire to have ever graced existence, with unmatched speed."
As if on cue, Simon and Alana reentered the room, their faces etched with frustration.
"We were unable to locate him," Simon murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alana chimed in, her accent thick with urgency. "But I did catch a glimpse of him entering this room when I accidentally brushed against a towel by the swimming pool."
Observing them all with a mixture of awe and confusion, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets this coven concealed within its depths. The possibilities seemed endless, and my curiosity only grew stronger.
Gabriel's brows furrowed with worry as he pondered aloud, "Where on earth could he have disappeared to?" His voice carried a tinge of concern, filling the air with an air of unease.
Simon, always the optimist, chimed in with a reassuring tone, "He must be somewhere nearby, no doubt about it."
Joseph's eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of their missing companion. Suddenly, his gaze settled upon a stack of crates, his intuition guiding him towards one in particular. With a sense of urgency, he called out to Alana, the fiery-haired woman in their group. "Alana, did you instruct Ethan to stow away those crates?" he inquired.
"Aye," Alana responded, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
Joseph's voice dropped to a hushed whisper as he turned to me, his words barely audible. "Violet, you possess the power of invisibility. Why not venture towards the crate at the front and give it a gentle knock?"
I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to utilize my unique ability. Uncertainty clouded my mind, but Joseph's unwavering conviction began to sway me. Slowly, I found myself making my way towards the mysterious crate. As my knuckles rapped against the wooden surface, a mischievous giggle reverberated through the air, sending shivers down my spine.
The sound seemed to come from within the crate, confirming Joseph's suspicions. The giggle was unmistakably Ethan's, their mischievous and adventurous companion. Relief washed over Gabriel's worried expression as he realized that Ethan had not disappeared, but had instead found a hiding spot for a playful game of hide-and-seek.
Simon's reassuring smile widened, his optimism proven right once again. "See, I told you he couldn't have gone far," he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and relief.
"Open it," Joseph mouthed, and I lifted the lid to reveal a young man inside.
Alana's fiery hair seemed to match her fiery personality as she approached the crate, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Ethan, you little rascal! You had us all worried sick," she scolded, but her tone held a hint of fondness.
Ethan stepped out of the crate, a sly smile spreading across his face as he took in the concerned looks of his coven. Despite his youthful appearance - a young man in his twenties with golden eyes and short brown hair - there was a mischievous glint in his gaze. Dressed in a fitted navy blue top and jeans that accentuated his slender figure, his pale, oblong face exuded an air of innocence and youthfulness.
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with triumph. "I knew you'd find me eventually."
Joseph shook his head, a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident on his face. "You always manage to find the most unexpected hiding spots, Ethan. You certainly keep us on our toes."
Ethan sulked, his voice turning petulant. "Come on, mum," he complained. "I thought it would be funny."
Mom? They were practically the same age, or at least in the same age bracket.
"No, it wasn't," Alana shot back, shaking her head.
"Well, it was a good laugh while it lasted," Ethan responded with a sigh. His eyes scanned the group, trying to pinpoint the culprit. "So, who's the joker that opened the box?"
Joseph spoke up, irritation evident in his voice. "No one did, you know. I wish you'd get your head smack in."
"Hey, cut it out," Alana scolded firmly. "That's why I'm here."
I could sense Joseph's warning, so I moved closer to Ethan and lightly tapped him on the head. He yelped in surprise, rubbing the spot where I had touched him. "Who did that?" he demanded, looking around in confusion.
I couldn't help but grin at the boy's mischievous behavior. Despite his immaturity, there was an undeniable charm about him. Alana sighed and placed her hand on her forehead, silently questioning why she even bothered. Simon crossed his arms in front of his chest, a sign of his disapproval. Joseph chuckled softly to himself, only to receive a gentle yet harsh hit on his left arm from Rhona. Gabriel let out a sigh and casually walked over to the crate.
"Ethan," Gabriel said, attempting to diffuse the tension. The young vampire turned his head, glaring directly at him. "It's not about you. We have a new member."
"She has the power of invisibility," Joseph chimed in. "I thought it would be a great prank on you."
And other things, I thought to myself.
"Now that I think about it," Simon spoke up. "Out of all the pranks you've pulled, this is the best revenge yet."
"That's pretty cold," Ethan replied. "Clever, but cold.”
I couldn't help but let out a brief smile to myself.
"Where is she? I can't see her."
I let out a quiet groan, clearly annoyed by that comment. "Joseph just said that I have invisibility. What part of that don't you understand?"
His eyes, like molten gold, widened in surprise as the sound of my voice reached his ears. It was evident that he found pleasure in the melodic tones that escaped my lips. I couldn't help but find it peculiar to think about. Whenever I spoke, I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about the way I sounded. Well, it was certainly unusual to the residents of Forks. Inheriting my parents' British accent only added to the peculiarity. Ethan's head swiveled around, searching for the source of the voice.
"Who said that?" Ethan questioned, his gaze shifting towards Helena. "Aunt Hellie, I know you've been telling the wanderers that this mansion is haunted, but this is on a whole new level."
"I have absolutely nothing to do with this," Helena retorted defensively.
"No need to be shy or sassy. Come out."
Those remarks pushed me beyond my limits. I deactivated my invisibility and delivered a resounding slap across his face with my open palm. It was the hardest slap I had ever given anyone, a first for me. I had often fantasized about slapping individuals like Mike Newton for his incessant annoyance or Gavin for his neglectful parenting. Ethan flinched, but his face and body didn't react to the slap. It mirrored the same reaction he had when I smacked his head. Slowly, he turned his head, his golden eyes locking with my own. We stared at each other for a few fleeting seconds, and then he smirked at me.
"Bravo," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I must say, that was quite unexpected."
I couldn't believe his audacity. How dare he find amusement in my anger? I clenched my fists, feeling the heat rise within me. But before I could unleash my fury, Ethan's expression softened, his smirk fading away.
"I apologize if I offended you," he said, his voice now sincere. "I didn't mean to provoke you. My name is Ethan, by the way."
As I extended my hand, I couldn't help but notice the firmness of his grip, yet there was a gentle touch that put me at ease. I shook his hand, feeling a connection that left me speechless.
"I'm Violet," I introduced myself, finding solace in his presence.
"He's a bit mischievous," Alana whispered to me, causing me to raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"I heard that, Mum," Ethan said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"So, you're really his mother?" I asked, taken aback by the revelation.
"Aye," Alana confirmed. "I birthed him when I was still human."
"And Simon?" I inquired, intrigued by the family dynamic.
"He's my stepdad," Ethan clarified. "Joseph sensed her when we were walking through town. She was already pregnant then."
I couldn't help but ponder about Ethan's father, but before I could even finish my thought, Alana's demeanor shifted. She lunged at me, grabbing my throat and pinning me against the wall with a fierce grip.
But in that moment, I didn't see Alana.
I saw Victoria.
Then, my hands began to emit a soft purple glow.
I could feel the power surging through me, a power I had never experienced before. With a swift movement, Gabriel pushed Alana away from me, breaking free from her grasp. The room fell silent as everyone stared at me in shock.
"What just happened?" Ethan asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"I...I don't know," I stammered, still trying to process the sudden burst of energy within me.
Gabriel turned to Alana, his voice filled with a mix of concern and admonishment. "She's still new. You can't just be violent with her."
"We don't speak of him," Alana snarled, her eyes burning with a potent blend of anger and pain.
"We know, but she doesn't." Gabriel's words hung in the air, a reminder of the secrets that shrouded this enigmatic coven.
In a rush, Simon hurried to Alana's side, his touch seemed to pacify her and Alana's eyes softened as she looked at me, a mix of regret and understanding in her gaze. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"It's alright," I reassured her, a surge of empathy for her pain coursing through me. "I've been through worse."
Suddenly, I felt two arms envelop me from behind, and as I turned, cringing, I saw Ethan embracing me.
"Welcome to the clan," he proclaimed, and an overwhelming sense of belonging washed over me, a concept I never thought possible. Family. It now held a newfound significance in my life.
