Trapped In Memories

Chapter 1

The smell of blood was torture to the newborns as they were forced to endure the temptation. They knew what would happen if they stepped one foot towards the screaming human in the middle of the floor, they've seen it. The perimeter of the room was littered in the remnants of others that have were changed. Legs, arms, heads, all serving a purpose to keep the vampires in line.

There was only one newborn that the blood did not affect as greatly. Olivia stood in the line staring intently the other side of the room, her breathing heavy but she was not struggling near as much as the others. Blood didn't appeal to her the way it did to the rest. It called to her, but she could keep control, and this confused her. Why did she not feel the same? She stood still while those near her tried hard to keep from racing over and taking what they could. What they needed.

Olivia had been a normal girl not so long ago, studying abroad in England as she had always dreamed. If she knew this was what would happen to her, she never would have left the states. Her parents must be worried, they had their own reservations about their only child going to another country, but they had wanted her to be happy and left her go off and live her life. Oh, what a mistake.

The girl was snapped out of her thoughts as a siren bellowed and the rush began. Bodies tumbled over each other as the vampires raced to the poor human. Their screams only got louder with each pair of fangs inserting themselves in the body. Olivia looked away, that could have been her getting drained, it could have been anyone. None of them in the room was that old of a vampire, six months at most but time had its way of passing without notice, how long have they been down there?

"Clear out!" A commanding voice echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls as bodies removed themselves from what was left of a woman. She was no longer recognizable, limbs removed and blood pooling around her. Olivia knew her, or at least who she was. Not personally but thanks to her gift. She was able to watch people's memories and play them back to the person. They even feel how they did in the moment. Olivia wanted to use her gift while the slaughter was going on, but she knew better. She tried that once and almost got her head ripped off if it wasn't for her gift.

Their creator, Maverick, was building an army. Even he wasn't sure what for. Most rumors around the bunker said it was for war with some coven. Olivia figured it was just for power in general. She tried to watch his memories, but she could only see in pieces while trying to not catch the man's attention once he noticed her spacing out, he was on her in an instant. He would never kill her though, she knew he found her to be powerful, but there was something else too. Something she couldn't figure out and she was never able to attempt to find out.

She made her way into the big common room where stray tables and chairs littered the area. Any human was sure to trip over at least 5 times if they tried to walk from one end of the room to the other since it was so dark. The one small hanging light did little to illuminate the large room. Olivia sat at a table in the corner that was occupied by a few people. Only one of them she knew.

"How was training?" Ciera, an Irish girl that was changed near the same time as Olivia was. Olivia pulled her brown hair over her shoulder and leaned her head on her hands.

"The same as usual. Barbaric. The poor woman." She kept her voice low as she replayed the woman's memories. They play like a movie reel, taking over her vision as she rewound and fast forwarded through different stages in her life. "She was a wife and mom to 3. They were all so happy." A hand patted her shoulder and offered truly little comfort.
"We have to do what we have to do. You know that." The memories vanished as Olivia looked at Ciera, her red eyes striking against her pale complexion. "Did you feed? Your eyes are still black."

The brunette shook her head, "I couldn't. I think the rest needed every ounce they could get." Their conversation was cut short by the boots that everyone knew to be the guards. Only one of them ventured forward into the groups, and he headed straight towards Olivia.

"Get up, boss wants to talk to you." He demanded; his red eyes brightly lit against the darkness. She had no time to use to her gift before she was roughly pulled up by her hair and drug off to Mavericks room. She fell to the floor as she was roughly thrown to the ground. She stood, brushing off her jeans of dust while muttering a few curses she was sure they could hear.

Maverick stood at the table that stood in the middle of the room, papers and maps strewn about it. He seemed deep in thought and Olivia stood in her place until he noticed her, eyes lighting up as he set a map down. "Glad to see you made it." He said with a smile that never reached his eyes. It was almost sinister.

"Not like I had a choice. I never do." She replied making the man chuckle and move closer to her. He lightly caressed the side of the face,

"Oh, my dear, I promise when I get everything in order that will change. For now, however," He turned back the jumbled papers. "We all have our role to play. In fact, it's your turn. Simone returned with a new friend." Olivia was glad to know Simone was finally back, she was one of the few that the girl enjoyed their company. Simone was changed hundreds of years ago and agreed to help Mavericks cause. She never did say why, and Olivia didn't want to pry. She sometimes felt her power was an invasion of privacy when it was someone she knew personally. Maverick was the exception.

"Would this...friend be of use to you?" Olivia knew what it meant when she was needed, it was always the same. "You want me to find anything that you can use against them?"

Maverick pulled the girl close, bending down to be face to face. "You're such a smart girl. I knew there was a reason I chose you." He moved away again, throwing a hand out to tell her she was to leave now. "You know where to go."

She didn't need to know where to go, even if she did. She was once again pulled out and dragged to another room she was all too familiar with. Simones room wasn't too far from Mavericks, only a few doors down. It even looked similar, only instead of a table in the middle was a lone chair. A body was slumped into it, if they were human Olivia was sure they would look like hell.

"If it isn't my favorite underling!" Simone exclaimed as she noticed the brunette enter, luckily not meeting this floor this time. The woman embraced her with cold arms before taking her hand and leading her to the slumped man in the chair. He looked around his late 20's with black hair and black eyes. He hasn't fed in some time. Olivia wasted no time entering his memories only to be stopped. "We won't be needing you gift today, dear."

Olivia looked back up at Simone, eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? I was sent to-"

"I know what you were sent for but the plan changed." Simone replied, "This is Michael, he's going to help you get out of here." Suddenly the man stood, wrapping an arm around Simone. "He's my mate."

"We've been planning this for a long time. Waiting for someone to be able to escape and destroy Maverick." Olivia's eyes widened and she backed up,

"Woah woah, I can't kill Maverick." The pair in front of her laughed, Michael shook his head.

"You aren't going to kill him. You're going to tell the Volturi what's happening here."