Twilight Fanfic Tear-Jerker. It's been about fifty years since the Cullen's separated and left Forks. Now they are returning to their old home to live as a family again. But something has changed. A mystery seems to unravel before their own eyes. Th...
I couldn't allow Christopher to be exposed to the conversation I planned.
I spied Sarah, a peasant woman I had recently hired to assist Helena making her way up the path toward our house.
I quickly approached Sarah,gave her some money, and sent her home begging her to take my son with her. She quickly took Christopher's hand and left us after hearing my financial promises.
I had plenty of money, Helena just never allowed me to spend it on her or Christopher, fearing that the notoriety would expose us all.
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I returned to Ramero and glowered into his red eyes angrily. The Volturi, once a vague memory suddenly became crystal clear again.
"What have you done with her?" I growled, "What have you done with my Helena?"
I had already formed my opinions before Ramero answered, as I saw within his blazing red eyes the eyes of a lover scorned. When I first came to the Volturi, nobody had seemed interested in an odd vampire such as myself. However, the tracker, Ramero, appeared smitten with me from the moment I arrived.
As time went on I allowed his advances, reveling in the fact that someone of high rank desired me. I now had a defender, and a companion to accompany me on my hunts. But, I never loved him, not in the least, and eventually spurned him. Our personal tastes and preferences conflicted too greatly.
To make matters worse, Aro had discovered another, better tracker to replace Ramero. I didn't know who Ramero resented more, me for turning away from him, or Demetri for replacing him as tracker. One thing I did know is that he had a score to settle with me.
Ramero aimed his gleaming red eyes at me and answered, "I've returned Helena to Aro, of course."
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Then I realized something. Not only had Ramero stolen my loving Helena, but he had left my son here all alone to fend for himself for several days. That's why Christopher appeared so disheveled. He was probably starving too, unless food had been left in the house during Helena's absence. All I could see at the moment was red... pure, unbridled, hate-filled red.
I couldn't control my anger any longer... I snarled and pounced on Ramero, backhanding him so hard that it sounded like a thunderclap.
This action would have decapitated a human, but Ramero quickly recovered himself and told me his story.
Ramero had been very bitter about me, claiming that I had etched a pain inside his heart for all eternity.
Then suddenly his thoughts about me had begun to fade. Over night it seemed that both Helena and I faded from all the Volturi memories. It was as if somebody had erased us from their minds.
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It wasn't until Ramero had heard tales about a pale, handsome, golden haired vampire doctor from visiting vampires that he took notice. It didn't seem to pique anyone's interest at all except for him. As long as the laws were respected and upheld, nobody cared about what some strange vampire doctor was doing...even if he was playing at being human.
Ramero rushed to England and eventually discovered us, spying Helena and Christopher first. Suddenly a wall began to crumble within Ramero's mind and he knew the truth. He then quickly flashed back to Italy.
After returning to Volturi, he confronted Alexandra, demanding the prophetess to reveal everything she knew about Helena.
From her, Ramero learned that some of Helena's people had a rare talent. A precise few 'Minstrels' could project a mental barrier, actually changing people's perception of reality. They could even implant false memories with this barrier wall.
This 'mental barrier wall' was a rare talent, and one not particularly strong with Helena since her wall of perception could be easily broken.
I looked away from Ramero's maniacal red eyes. Suddenly I saw it all so clearly... why Helena and I were able to escape the Volturi... why I had all but forgotten their presence...why I could no longer recall the blood lust I once possessed or the people I had murdered. All of it... even the sudden desire to become a doctor... it was all Helena!
I knew why Helena had altered my perception of myself. It was all because she had fallen so desperately in love with me. Helena had fallen in love with a self-loathing monster, so she had changed him over time, implanting her own good, selfless conscious nature into my own stone heart.
A conscious that I now knew had taken root inside my own unbeating heart. Helena had created a new individual capable of true love and human kindness, who I recognized as myself.
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As I accepted all of this... all I could think of was my precious Helena, she was my soul. My darling Christopher was still here... would he be taken from me as well?
Ramero approached me slowly saying, "Once I saw through Helena's wall of delusion, I knew that if I returned her to Aro that you'd return to me."
I looked at him with hate and disgust. Ramero was always pompous with delusions of grandeur.
"Don't worry," he added hastily, "I slipped through a crack in her wall. It still stands!"
Ramero began to cackle as he boasted, "Aro and the rest are unaware of you and that boy. At first I thought him an immortal child with his strange smell. I even saw how you pretended he's yours."
Ramero chuckled, "Don't worry, I won't interfere as long as you return to me."
My eyes had turned into daggers as he spoke to me... I longed to lock my hands around his throat!
Ramero winked at me and smiled saying, "But... If you decide differently... well, I'm afraid the boy just might have an accident, or perhaps Aro should know about him?" he droned on.
Suddenly a fake smile formed itself across my mouth. I took his hand, as perhaps only a lover would do. Ramero shook back his auburn hair and smiled at me triumphantly.
I placed my arms about Ramero and whispered gently in his ear, "It's not pretend... Christopher is actually my own son."
Before he could look questioningly back at me, my lips found his neck. Ramero sighed with intense pleasure.
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Then my razor sharp teeth sank into his neck separating his head from the rest of his body. It took me seconds to set the head along with its twitching corpse on fire.
I began to rejoice! I felt so happy watching the flames consume Ramero's remains that I was almost gleeful. I felt the conscience that had taken root from Helena wither and die within my heart. The "Carlisle" that she had so carefully cultivated over the years was dead.
