Hi guys!

This is my first Twilight story so I hope you guys like it.

Just a couple of things to explain, the story starts in 1921, three years after Edward is turned. Esme is turned but about a year after Veronica and then Rosalie a couple of years after that. So the timeline has changed slightly, I think.

I know that Caius has a mate in the the books but seeing as I love Caius, I am writing as if he doesn't have a mate.

The story will carry on right through the books up until the end of Breaking Dawn for definite. I might continue after that but I am not quite sure about that yet.

So, without further ado, here is my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

The first think I felt was a searing pain. I have never felt pain like it and I never want too again. It was endless and excruciating and I wanted it to end and I wanted it to end now. Even if that meant my death. I was on the brink of death anyway, those men that has appeared out of the shadows, thrown me to the ground, done unspeakable things to me, left me in the gutter for dead. I wanted to die now. The pain would end, the unbearable heat. I remember someone saying this would make it go away, and this was a way to save me. Did I just imagine that? I don't know what is real anymore. I can't even remember who I am…..

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Poor girl, why did I do that to her? How could I make her suffer so? How can I live with myself? What if she doesn't survive? How could I live with myself?

It was too bright. Too bright but it was dark outside, I knew it was because I could see nothing but black out the windows. There was little flecks of dust swirling around the room, - could I see those before?- footsteps from the outside world that thundered on the pavement, louder than I remembered. The wooden floor was smooth against my skin, surely it feel cold? Why wasn't I cold? It was winter and I was only in my cocktail dress, nothing covering my arms and only stockings covering my legs and feet. Where was the cold? My skin looked paler than usual and felt….strange, the only way I could describe it was like marble, polished like velvet beneath my fingertips. What hit me next was the smell. The sweet, fragrant, luscious smell of something that throbbed and pulsed and flowed so freely from somewhere that I couldn't place but all I knew was that I wanted it and I wanted it badly, so badly that it burned my throat.

I jumped to my feet, vaguely aware of the speed, and went to move towards the scent, where it was pulling me.

No, she can't hunt, she must stay here where I can watch her, protect her from herself. "I know it hurts but you can't follow that scent." I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't notice another person in the room. A deep voice came from the corner, despite the darkness I could see the man clearly. He was tall and slim with blonde hair, smooth pale skin like stone and eyes as black as the darkness that enveloped us.

"What do you mean protect me from myself? And I have never hunted in my life." I asked the man, confused by his words. Hunting? A woman? How ludicrous a suggestion.

"I didn't say anything about hunting, Veronica." The man said, eyebrows raised.

"Yes you did. You said, she can't hunt, she must stay here where I can watch her, I heard you." I insisted, how could he deny his own words?

"I told you couldn't follow that scent. Nothing about hunting." I'm sure I didn't say that aloud, I didn't want to scare her. How could she know I said that?

"I know you said that because I heard you." I looked to my bare feet, feeling stupid for speaking to a man that way, especially one that was clearly my elder. My mother would turn in her grave to hear me speak in such a way.

I could hear the man breathing, deep breaths so loud that I swear I could hear the air going in and out of his lungs. His shoes came into my view and whipped my head up. There were no footsteps, he moved silently like a ghost across the room and at an impossible speed.

"What did you do to me?" I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on his.

I wonder. Is it possible? This is how we found Edwards ability maybe she is the same? "What did I just say, Veronica?"

I raised my eyebrows. I took a breath before replying unsure that I had heard correctly. "You said something about telepaths." I paused before continuing. "Is that what I am? Is that what you did to me?"

"Your apparent telepathy is a cause of what I did to you, yes. Sometimes our kind inherit advanced abilities after their creation."

"Our kind?"

"Yes, our kind. I made you immortal, Veronica. I made you a vampire."

Let me know what you guys think. I will try and update as much as I can.

And to those of you who follow my Vampire Academy stories, I am carrying on with them but I wanted to have a bit of a break from them.

Thanks guys!