He told me that it was the most selfish thing that he had ever done. He told me that the minute he saw me, smelt me, and heard my voice, that he knew what he had to do. He had to turn me. I had to be his.
I didn't know what kind of life would be awaiting me when my family moved to Vancouver, but it wasn't boring in the least.
I had met Callum when I was 17 years old, right before I graduated from high school. I had the world at my feet. I had been accepted to NYU on a small, yet generous scholarship for academics and basketball. Of course I knew that I would never set foot on the court until I was a junior, but for some reason they saw talent, and I was ready to go.
It was in English class that I was formally introduced to Callum. From the moment I lay my emerald eyes on him, I knew that it was over. He was perfect. His body was finely built and he looked like he had walked right out of a magazine ad.
To be honest, when I first met him I was scared as hell. He would look at me with such intensity that it made me uncomfortable. Of course, he would always laugh at my awkwardness, but it didn't seem to matter to him. We connected on so many levels. Levels that I didn't fathom.
He was like my missing puzzle piece, the perfect key to my lock, the rhythm to my music. I didn't understand how I could miss something so much when I didn't even know it existed.
I turned on the water to the shower, which we never had the need for, and let it heat up. As the thoughts of Callum raced through my mind, I slipped out of my bloody clothes and kicked them into a tidy pile. Pulling back the curtain, I stepped into the hot water and sighed.
I still remembered vividly when Callum created me. Hell, I still remember the day when Callum told me what he really was! Most of my human memories were blurry, but these were lively, bright pictures. When he told, I was scared shitless- for lack of a better term- and I ran away. Too bad I ignored the fact that he was fast as lightning. Needless to say, he caught me.
He had broken down every aspect of his supernatural life and I tried to keep an open mind. However, when your boyfriend drops a bomb like that, it's kind of difficult to keep from thinking you are headed to an asylum. But one thing I did recall exactly, was that he told me I was his.
He had chosen me, or rather fate chose me, to be his mate, his lover, his wife.
I don't know how other 17 year old girls would have reacted to this, but I was mortified. Callum had reassured me over and over again that we would be able to be together forever, and that a new life awaited me.
And I believed him. It was like he put me under some type of curse and I was putty in his hands. I didn't doubt him, or even think twice about leaving my family, not when this perfect creature was waiting for me with open arms.
The water beaded and rolled off my cold skin and I felt my legs begin to weaken. I slid down and curled up in the bottom of the bathtub, letting the hot water consume me. The water was way too hot for any human to stand, but this new body gaurded me, as if it were a thin sheet of steel wrapped around my flesh.
And so I was changed, shortly after graduating.
Callum had been right about everything. My new life was exciting, terrifying, but somehow complete.
I had never been the type of girl to be reckless, or fall in love at a whim. But after meeting Callum, I turned into one of those people. I began to understand why Callum would look at me as if he could see the world inside my eyes, because I saw mine in his.
They say that werewolves 'Imprint'. Vampires do something similar, but it's called 'Linking'. It happens very quickly and is extremely altering. Callum used to tell me that sometimes one wouldn't even see their mate. They could feel their presense, search them out, and that was it. Game over.
I think that is how it was for Callum. I barely knew anyone in Midville, a small town outside of Vancouver, and all of a sudden I was swept off my feet by a prince charming.
And now he was gone.
Damn him. I pulled my body closer to me, trying to hold myself together. It actually happened.
Of course, I felt sad. Sad was actually an understatement. However, my anger far outweighed my sadness. I wanted to destroy all of those beasts! I had succeeded in destroying that pack, but it wasn't enough.
The piercing pan in my throat burned through me. I wanted their blood. I wanted them to feel every ounce of pain that they had bestowed upon me.
I opened my eyes and stared at the diamond solitaire on my finger. "Damn you, Callum," I choked.
If only he hadn't been trying to still protect me! If only he hadn't been hell bent on keeping me out of the fight! It wasn't like I was a fresh vampire, a fledgling without the knowledge of fighting or being able to protect myself. I was 63 years old for Christs' sake!
I had been in plenty of fights! I had killed many, was stronger than the other females in my coven.
A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts and I blinked, realizing that I had been lying in the shower for almost an hour. The water was now freezing cold. I scoffed and stood up, turning the nobs and shutting the water off.
"I hope that you are not trying to drown yourself," Seth said, knocking once again on the door.
I stepped out of the tub and pulled a towel around my body, "If I wanted to kill myself, I would find more creative means," I replied.
I opened the door and leaned against the door frame, my body seeming to drag. Seth stood there, just waiting for me to break down again. His dark eyes were sad. As well they should be, he just lost his brother.
Callum and Seth had been together for almost 200 years. A feat, apparently, for many vampires to accomplish. Many covens fell victim to rivalry isssues. But this coven, my family, was different.
I thought about my biological family. I didn't regret leaving them. To be honest, I didn't miss them much. I'm sure that sounds horrible, but I was a firm believer in fate and making my own choices and living my own life. Luckily, I was changed when they believed me to be in college.
I then staged my death, a car accident, and let them down slowly. They had a small funeral and from then on believed me to be dead. I did keep an eye out for them, despite my coven's concerns. But now I had my coven, my new family.
Seth was like my brother. Geez, he was my brother! He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. "I don't know exactly how you feel, but I can imagine. If there is anything you need, just let me know." He pulled away and kissed my forehead, rubbing my arms, he gave me a sympathetic smile and then walked away.
I sighed and made the way to my room. Our room. It smelt of him and it was intoxicating. I slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and dropped the towel at my feet.
I felt my head begin to spin and I shook it off. I had to get out of here. I had to leave. I needed to get away from Vancouver and everything that reminded me of Callum.
I thought we would have forever to be together, and now, all I had was forever to think about him.
The choice was made for me. It was time to leave. I grabbed a few items of clothing, a few trinkets that reminded me of Callum, and packed them into a small duffle bag. I sighed and sifter through an old jewelry box containing stacks on cash. Not having to worry about money was lovely, but I left most of it.
The soft moonlight cascading through my window caught the precious stone on my finger and I stared down at it again. I began to slide it off my finger and then stopped. There was no way I could go anywhere without it. I frowned at my actions and pushed it back into its rightful place with a nod.
Taking a deep breath, I slipped out of the house and made my way into the garage.
"Don't be gone for too long," Keith said, tossing me the keys to his Mercedes. I caught them with ease and nodded.
My arms wrapped around him tightly, "Don't worry about me." I looked up at the man who had taught me so much, who protected me almost as much as Callum and Seth. It was so easy to leave my family the first time, why shouldn't it be easy again?
I tried to smile, but all I could manage was to pull up one corner of my mouth. I slid into the car quickly and tossed my bag in the back seat.
Where was I going? What the hell was I going to do now?
I had no idea and I didn't care.