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(𝐈) 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 - 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𓆩☀𓆪

𝘒𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘌 𝘗𝘖𝘝

TODAY WAS THE DAY.

My final day of humanity, the final day I'd spend with blood running through my veins. I wanted to be a vampire, I did. But I couldn't help but feel like I was going to let go of a part of myself, the girl who had finally escaped the woman who called herself her mother, the girl who had found her first true friendship in two strangers that had found her in a basement, the girl who the Volturi Kings had fallen in love with.

What if... When I turned, what if I was different?

What if they suddenly didn't want me anymore?

My anxiety bubbled in my stomach as I pretended to sleep in my bed, my mates all 'asleep' around me, though I knew they simply just had their eyes shut and zoned out into daydreams or whatever they did whilst I slept. I didn't want to disappoint anyone, I knew that everyone had high expectations of me, of what I needed to be. What if I couldn't fulfil them? They said this is what I was born to be, but I didn't trust that as much anymore.

Countless attacks had been made recently because of me, and I couldn't help but feel mass weights of guilt for the deaths that were caused because I was born.

Jack and Monte could be living happily right now, partying hard and sleeping with whomever, perhaps pursuing their dream careers and building the perfect family, spending their Christmas dinners making brotherly jokes, but now they just lay six feet under beneath the soil in the gardens.

All of the guard that had died when they came to rescue me from the Romanians could've spent time with their mates, loving them for eternity. Yet they also now just lay six feet under beneath the soil of the gardens.

All because of me.

My father had been sitting, rotting, in a dungeon for over a decade because I was born, my mother, had become a creature, because I was born.

Because I was born.

A hand on my shoulder startled me slightly as I found myself standing on my balcony. 'None of it is your fault.' My father's voice sounded into the cool air of midnight, the stars dancing blissfully through the dark sky. 'Jack and Monte don't blame you, for any of it. Neither do any of the others who died.'

'How- How did you know-?' I stumbled over my words slightly, he couldn't read my mind... Right?

'When you're surrounded by darkness, you grow accustomed to the differences between how they feel.' He sighed as he moved his hand off of my shoulder, crossing them on the balcony, matching how I stood as we looked off into the stars.

'Oh.'

'Think about what would've happened if you weren't born, Marcus, Caius and Aro would be miserable for eternity, stuck with the manipulative bitches that they had wed to centuries ago for the sake of convenience. Timothee would never have been an Elite Guard, he would have never met Jane properly, they wouldn't be together now.' His words were sincere, and they seemed to bring tears to the rims of my eyes.