Disappear - Demetri Volturi

4-Memory lane

We had travelled through Egypt, Ireland, and even Great Britain sometimes only spending a few weeks in each town before moving on to the next, we had ended up back in America but as far from Washington as we could. And so we ended up in my home city of New Orleans.

I wrap my fur coat around me, letting the loose waves in my hair flow free. "Alistair you ready?" I call out to him where he was watching tv grumpily. He should know to warn me at least half an hour before we leave.

I didn't care if we were going hunting, I wasn't about to go out without looking presentable. If the only thing my parents ever got through my stubborn head was to always be dressed your best while leaving your place of rest no matter where you were going.

I slide my heels on as he finally shuts off the tv and gets up. "I've been ready for an hour." He points out bluntly, which I ignore.

Leaving the hotel room, I had gotten for the night with the cash I had left over from the Cullens, we stalked the streets trying to find someone who appealed to our noses. "How about him?" I question, gesturing with my head towards a scrumptious looking young man.

"We got a boy last time." he denied, eyeing a girl across the street. I rolled my eyes before going down one of the alley streets.

He hated that I always chose male humans. But we usually found whoever was in the alley's, and usually ate them to our fill. He walks by my side as I hear cries, someone screaming for help. Alistair leads the way to the girl who is being forcefully held by a tall man at gunpoint. "That looks familiar." Alistair nods towards them and I cross my arms.

Of course he would compare it to how he saved me. But to be fair I was stabbed. I give him a pointed look before leaving his side, walking up to the man. "This is way too cliche for me." I state, catching his attention.

He leaves the girl but holds her by the arm before pointing the gun at me. "Hey both of you better get out of here." he warns, threatening us but we didn't really care. I looked at the sobbing girl before giving a look to Alistair who was a few feet behind me.

I rolled my eyes, while Alistair just raised an eyebrow. I wasn't exactly angry until I heard a gunshot and looked down to see a hole in my dress. I shook the bullet out of my dress, which was quite old. I will say he had good aim, hitting me right in the center of my ribs.

He then turned to shoot the girl, and attempted to shoot Alistair before he began to run. "You know I was going to give you a warning, but you pissed me off." I snap before rushing to him and snapping his neck. I watched the girl scream as his body fell to the ground with a thud.

I go back to her before tilting my head as she laid on the ground, I looked down at her.

"What to do with you." I murmur, before Alistair comes by my side. This brought back vivid memories of how Alistair saved me. However that was almost 82 years ago, and was in New Orleans but quite a few miles away.

Alistair crouches next to her, "Well she's bleeding out." he says, watching the poor girl try to cover her bullet wound. "If I hadn't had changed you when you were like this, you wouldn't be here. She won't be either if you wait any longer." he says and I furrow my eyebrows.

But then I remember how I felt when I was in her shoes. It was terrifying and I remember pleading for help, muttering on how I didn't want to die.

I was young, 19 and had my entire future ahead of me. However now the future is mine and I get to choose what to do with this young child and a child she, as she looked no older than 15 at most.

I huff for a second before motioning for him to move. "Fine." I mutter before moving the girl so she was sitting up. "I'm gonna help you. Just- just stay still." I tell her before taking her wrist, biting down as I release the venom into her bloodstream.

She began to jerk in pain and I relished at the taste of her blood. I felt Alistair shaking me and finally pulling me away. I almost go back and finish her off, the blood lust getting to me but I stop, closing my eyes as I concentrate on controlling myself.

I clench my hands, my eyes following to where Alistair was dumping the man I had killed. I don't enjoy killing people for fun, if they aren't used for food that is. But men like him, I can't help myself. Not after what they did to me.