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100 years later

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100 years later...

After running away from the Volturi and from Cai- I mean the kings I ran to England in the city of London where I've been working. 

And as bad as it sounds I've been manipulating rich lords, dukes, and viscounts into putting me in their wills and then kill them for their money.

In my defense they were horrible men who would rape and kill young women younger than 13 and someone had to do something so why not steal their money as well?

So after all of that I gained a little over one million dollars and used some of that money to buy a house and a private detective to find my son.

Over the years I've had no luck in finding him and knowing that he's dead only hurts even more. A mother who's never been able to hold the child they love so deeply, it kills me.

But if he's made a family for himself then I know he's left me with people he loves, with people who loves him so that then I can finally hold a piece of him within them.

I wish I could have at least met him once.

It's now 1963 and to pass the time I was walking down  Portobello Road in London singing one of the few songs I've written over the years as I look around the market for decor for the house.

I realized I was being followed once I left a vintage shop and walked down the road and turned into an alleyway.

Turning around to face my stalker I pushed them into a wall grabbing their shirt tightly. "Who are you? Why are you following me?" I ask in slight anger and confusion seeing it's just young human man who looks like he wouldn't hurt a fly.

"I-I'm sorry I just heard you singing around the store and found your voice beautiful y-you're very talented I'm a talent scout for Jason Jenks Attorney and Talent Agency, how would you feel about possibly becoming a pop star sensation?" The young man said and I slowly let go of his shirt and walk backwards enough for him to get off the wall and fix himself.

In my own thoughts I carefully think about the risks of doing this such as the Volturi might find me or the fact that the more I play the more that people will notice how I won't age. 

But then again you only get a chance like this every 100 years so why the hell not? "I'll do it, what do I have to do?" I ask him as he then smiles at my answer in excitement covering his face. 

"Really? Oh uh so tomorrow just come by the agency here's my card and you'll go through an audition process at 1:00 and hopefully you'll be picked to have a 6 year contract and have a world tour after making your first album" he said as he gave me his card with the address of the agency on there.

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