Legends about vampires always had held more meaning to her than any other kind of legend. Just because she was aware that vampires were real and that they were evil, they killed without mercy and she always had been the girl to hate them. She still remembered how those creatures had moved around her home when she had been 12, she had seen them, felt them and even told her parents about the fact that there were monsters. Though they thought she was being a child who had watched too many scary movies, they just brushed her off and told her to go to bed. Her sister sleeping in the same bed as her, because she had severe night terrors. Her sister, her twin sister who she never had seen her again. None of her family members had she seen when those monsters came in, they made so much noise that she had run to her closet and hid inside it. Watching through the small cracks of the wooden panels as a man walked into the room, looking around as he moved to his sister and then bit her neck. Draining her of life, it had been a terrifying sight but she had been able to stay silent even when her eyes had been on that scene.
It all just had seemed like a terrible dream and she could barely even remember what had happened after that, apart from the fact that she was brought to her aunt who was a great mother to her. An aunt that everyone could wish for, and an aunt who had allowed her to take the courses of creative writing so she could become a writer of books. Mostly her stories were about vampires and somehow they were selling like sweet biscuits, she never had thought such books would sell but they did. Maybe it was because she made them seem somewhat human in her books, at least until they went to hunt. She would never understand why those books sold, but at least they gave her enough money to travel to the town that had the strangest legend of all, Volterra. The place where a man had chased all the vampires away and that was why she wanted to go there. To see if those legends were true and to see if she wasn’t losing her mind. Maybe that town held all the answers, maybe she could find out what was going on. Maybe she could find some other legends there that would actually help her book.
Little did she know what to expect, that it was a complete lie. She would never have guessed that the town was actually filled with vampires that wore cloaks to hide their skin from direct sunlight. At first she had been terrified, but soon she realized that she could expose them. But then she would be the one ending up in an asylum. No, instead she actually went to the place where she saw the most activity and started to write everything down that she saw, watching the muscles behind the cloaks, that those vampires seemed to move with a grace that was almost catlike, like they were trying to lure people in. Trying her hardest not to be noticed as she sat at the fountain, the cool water making the hot air more bearable. The droplets falling against her back at times while she wrote. Trying to think of a story, so the vampires knew that they were being watched, that they had been found out. She knew they would search for her, that they would want her head but she didn’t care at all. She just wanted that the truth was being told and that they felt like they were being hunted. It was time that someone took a stand against those creatures, that someone called out to them and told everyone that vampires were real. She would make it possible, she would make sure that some people who read the book would know that vampires were real. She wanted everyone to know that there was a force far greater than humans themselves and she wanted justice to be served. She didn’t want innocent people to die anymore, but she feared that that would only remain a dream.
The rumor of the writer that knew about vampires was something he was supposed to investigate, he needed to locate that human and then find out whether she knew about them or not. He had been told by Aro that he needed to find her and get her to him if he did, but after moths of research he still hadn't found a trace about the girl. It was as if she was invisible, like no one knew where she was or where she could be. Not even her books held a clue about what kind of a person the writer was, all he could guess was that she was a woman who had gotten a degree in creative writing about 5 years ago. He knew it wasn't much but he just wanted to make sure that he would find her, he even had told Demetri about it all and he had promised that he would actually help her, that he would make sure that the girl would be found and if there was one person to track her, then it was Demetri. He was the best tracker out there and yet they both had problems to locate her, he needed more information and he needed it quick.
Alec didn't even remember it when or how he had stumbled across a article about the girl that had survived a gruesome homicide, her whole family had been killed off by a man. It was the description and method of killing that struck him, it had been him who actually had been the one that had killed the family. But he never had it happen that a child was affected by his gift and so he was utterly confused. How was it that a human was immune to his power at such a young age? It didn’t make any sense to him, it was as if she had some very promising power like he and his sister had had. It was then that it struck him, if she had a greater power then his sister, then Aro would love him more. Then Jane would be even more upset then with the human girl that had came to Volterra to save the vampire she loved and who had given birth to a hybrid child. Aro had been intrigued with her and he knew that he needed to get a better vampire to join them before he would get more power and better humans to feed from.
He merely smirked as he realized that that girl could be the answer, he could tease his sister once he found her and so he looked up how old she would be. Realizing that she would be as old as the writer, maybe he was the inspiration of that book? Well, as long as she hadn’t told anyone and had that promising gift, then Aro would forgive him for his mistake and then he would have a new favorite guard. It wouldn’t be his sister anymore, he would get under her skin even more. It was such things that he lived for lately, smirking as he grabbed his cloak before he decided to get out of the dark and cold hallways towards the surface. He would get to that human girl and he would find her quickly.
So when he finally arrived at the surface, he realized that the sun was high in the sky, there was a lot of activity and so it wasn’t hard for him to make his way towards the gates of Volterra. He just needed to get more information, but before he could do that, he needed to hunt outside of the city. Volterra still had his rules and he would never go against them.