It has been a long time since I heard the voice of another living being. The last time must have been when my sisters, or evil hags, as I like to call them, cast me out. According to the humans, I was born as a descendant of the Libyan queen Lamia. Hera cursed her for attracting Zeus's attention. However, knowing what was true and false in those days was difficult, to say the least. But I guess it doesn't matter in the end.
Because the Lamia do indeed exist, when I should not. I was born a male when, until this point, there had only ever been females. I'm still not sure why that is. Once, when I was young, I overheard my sister talking about my birth being a result of a failed experiment.
But I guess whatever the reason may be, it doesn't matter; this fact led me to be isolated from my tribe and become no more than their slave, to be used as they see fit. The mere thought of those days caused my body to shudder.
This leads to my current situation. After centuries of my brethren's torment, I finally escaped from those hags. I was bleeding badly at the time and had pushed my body to its limits to put as much distance as possible between us. This drove my instinct into overdrive, causing me to become inactive. When consciousness finally started to flood back in.
I tried to open my eyes, but dirt kept falling in. I soon realized that I was covered in dirt. And began to frantically dig myself out from the mound of dirt I had found myself in.
When I finally untangled myself from the earth, my eyes burned. Forcing me to keep them shut until they fully adjust. When the burning slowed, I was in shock at what I saw.
I'm pretty sure when I passed out, I was in the middle of a small meadow, not a fully fledged forest. The land was full of snow when I collapsed, and now warm fell upon me. To add to my growing list of troubles, I'm starving, and if I don't get something soon, I'll probably pass out again.
Luckily for me, breakfast is coming to me and should be here in 30 seconds. It is moving much faster than the average human, and if I weren't so disoriented, I might have thought more about it, but you live and you learn.
I coil my tail up and launch myself at the blonde-haired man running straight toward me. I collide with him and sink my fangs into his neck. Only to immediately gag and push him away from me, vomiting up some black liquid. My prey looked terrified as he crouched into a defensive position.
"What are you?" my voice croaked from the lack of moisture. "You first?" He said stiffly, trying not to panic. I put my hands up in the air to calm him. "I am a Lamia or snake hybrid. If that helps. Now, what are you?" He slowly sits up and says, "I-I'm a vampire." I sigh in annoyance. I should have known from his vibrant red eye. I hadn't met one myself but I was told a story of the time when the Vampire kings once visited us.
Not a race to underestimate. However, on further examination of the man, he seemed to be more scared of me than I of him. "Are you new? By the way, where are we?" I ask, "Yes, I was changed a couple of weeks ago when we were hunting vampires. But t-they were too strong, and they left me for dead when they counter-attacked."
"And as for your second question, we are near the city of London and the year is 1663."
"London, huh? I have not heard of it. What's it like?" I ask, "It's a great city bustling with life and p-people," His voice cracked, followed by a grimace of pain. I move closer to him, worried. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
"I'm alright just... thirsty," he says, massaging his neck. "Perfect. How about you take me to this nearby town, and we will both find ourselves a delicious meal." I say while wiping the drool that escapes my mouth. "No, I r-refuse to feed off people like some MONSTER. I would rather die!" Almost yelled the last part before pulling up into a ball. "Well, it's a little late for that, considering you already are one." I laugh, trying to cheer up the whimpering man and get him to move.
"No, I'm sorry. I can't kill the people I swore to protect. I would rather wait here for death to come for me." I sigh. This dude is troublesome. I should just leave him, but something in me just can't, maybe because he reminds me of myself. When I was scared and alone.
"Hey, before I go, tell me, do you have to kill them to drink their blood?" I ask, "No, I d-don't think so, but it's almost impossible to stop once you start, and even if you don't kill them, it will force them into this undead life." He mumbles out, showing me the still noticeable bite mark on his arm.
I scratch my head in thought, and then, as if struck by lightning, a brilliant idea comes to mind. "Hey, get up, you big baby, I just had an idea. From what you have told me, all you need is blood to survive, right?" I say, trying to pull him to his feet. "Yes??" he answers, confused.
"Great, then why don't you just drink from the animals? Blood is blood, is it not?" I say with a smirk, almost crying with laughter at his bewildered face. With newfound confidence, he said, "That might work, thank you." I'll give him a small smile in return.
Present Time
That was almost 67 years ago when Carlisle and I first met. We have been together ever since, almost like brothers now. After that day, we learned Carlisle could drink animal blood to survive, and he has been going steady ever since. Even convinced me to stop eating humans, to my amazement. It wasn't that bad, to be honest. I even ate some human food, even though it mostly consisted of wine, but it was a start.
Recently, I have been working at a tavern as a server in full human form, of course. It doesn't pay the best, but it lets me have some fun and gives me something to do while Carlisle is working at the hospital.
I'm happy that Carlisle can finally do his dream job, enabling him to help people and have a more normal life. After decades of practice ignoring humans, he can now walk among them freely with no fear of hurting anyone.
After work, I am usually tired from being in human form all day and just laze around until Carlisle comes home. So we can hunt. Life was nice and relaxing for a time, but as time went on, I knew things were going to change soon.
When I hear the door open, I greet Carlisle with a hug, but I know something is up by his stiff smile. "What's changed, my friend?" He motions for me to sit down on the couch, which I do, my tail falling off the other end. "I have been thinking about traveling to Volterra, Italy, to talk to the coven there and learn more about my kind. The Volturi coven is known for being the rulers of the vampire world. I am considering, since I'm there, I want to convince them to stop drinking human blood." He declares,
"Sounds like you have your mind made up. However, I will not be coming with you on this trip." He stands up, surprised, "Why??" He shouts.
"Because they are dangerous and I don't want to get their attention. Even my sisters were wary of them. It would not be desirable for us. If they knew we were connected." I answer, "I see," he says, sitting back down. "I promise you, brother, that I will not tell them about you and I will come back for you one day." I shake my head "That will not do. They have a powerful mind reader in their coven. He is one of the Volturi kings. From what I heard, he can see all the memory of any person he touches."
Carlisle frowns and says, "I understand my brother. I wouldn't do anything that could put us in danger," I sigh, already regretting what I'm about to say. "Well, there might be a way you can still go and not reveal me."