A Thousand Years

Chapter VIII

(A/N: sorry for the shutterstock photo, but he was the closest red eyed male model I could find that wasn't a Twilight character. That's her brother; Dylan btw.)

"I-I thought you were dead?" He sat up, swigging his legs over his bed, looking me up and down. "I haven't seen you in nearly three years..." He zoomed over to me and engulfed me in a hug. "Woah, what just happened?"

"Come with me." I took my brothers hand, leading him into his attached bathroom, and turned on the light. I put him in front of the mirror, his now red eyes looked at him, then at me, then him, this went on for ten minutes.

"What are we?" He asked, looking at his pale complexion and more toned body.

"Vampires." I told him. "Although, how I got to be a vampire is a long story, we have to feed before I saw anything else." He looked at me with confusion.

"What do you mean, 'feed'?" He asked.

"We have to drink human blood to survive, Dylan." I told him, he nodded slowly. "Come on, I have to feed too, I haven't in three days." I jumped out his window, he followed me, but landed on his arse. I laughed, helping him up. "You'll learn, I'll teach you. Come on." We rushed across the country boarders, completely undetected. Thank god its 11:47 at night, it'll make things easier. Dylan and I waited for two men we saw following a woman, when she was out of sight, I grabbed one, Dylan grabbed the other and we sunk our fangs into their necks. The warm blood trailing down my throat made me moan, I was so hungry, like I haven't fed in years. I let my dead guy go limp, looking over at Dylan, to see he was still feeding on his human. When he was done, he looked at me, blood stained his mouth, chin and some of his neck.

"What now?" Dylan asked, I took my lighter out, igniting it and tossed it onto the bodies.

"We get rid of the evidence." I told him, we watched as the bodies burned to a crisp, I grabbed my lighter and began stomping on the bodies, making them nothing more than ashes in an alley.

When we got home, I made Dylan sit down and tell him what's happened over the last three years. I told him about the Volturi, about Afton and Felix. He understood why I did what I did, and isn't mad at me for leaving, but mad at me because I didn't change him into a kick-arse vampire like me.

"Are we going to Italy, so you can see your man?" He joked, I smacked him upside the head, making him laugh.

"No, first, we're going to stay here for a few more years, until we figure out what your power is and when we can leave for Volterra. For now, I'm going to train you on how to be a proper vampire." I told him, he nodded and hugged me.

"I'm just glad to have my sister back, that's all." He said, I smiled, hugging my little brother, even though he's 6' 3" and has muscles like Emmett. But no matter how big he gets, he'll always be my baby brother.

2 years later:

Two years have passed since I last saw the Cullens, Garrett, the Denalis and the Volturi. Two years since I last saw Felix, and I was starting to feel it too, I guess this is what a soul bound is. Edward had told me that Felix's and my souls are one, kind of like imprinting, but not as strong, but still strong enough that I miss him with all of my uneven beating heart.

"Hey, Jazz!" I snapped out of my thoughts, looking over at Dylan as he moves a chair from one end of the room, to the other. "I'm getting better!" He smiled like a little kid in a candy store. Dylan has Telekinesis, meaning he can move things with his mind, and people, he was able to make a murder come our way when we fed last week. "Oi," he snapped his fingers in front of my face, "you alright?" I closed my book and looked into his red eyes.

"I think it's time we go to Italy, don't you?" I stood up, walking out of the room. Dylan ran in front of me and walked backwards, while talking to me.

"Really?! Yes! I'm so excited!!" He pumped his fist in the air, smiling like an idiot. He then crashed into the bookshelf, causing it and him to tumble backwards.

"You're a weirdo." I helped him up. "Pack every piece of clothing you have, we're going to stay in Italy and become part of the Volturi." He raced up stairs, packing his things and meeting me by the main entrance of our home.

"I'm gonna miss this place." Dylan said, looking at the house that's been in our family for 15 generations. I nodded at his words.

"Me too, Dylan," I then looked at him, "me too. Come on, we might want to leave now, so it'll still be dark when we get there." He nodded, opened the door for me, stepped out himself, and locked the front door. We took one last look at our home, the fields around it and took off and our fasts speed, running as if our lives depended on it. 'I'm coming Felix, just wait a bit longer.'