Shades Of Styles

Vampire

AU: twilight: you're apart of the Cullen coven and find Harry, a nomad vampire who you end up mating with
(Sorry if you don't like twilight, I do, I've been reading Midnight Sun. If you don't like twilight that's fine just skip this.)

*50 years after what happens in Breaking Dawn*
(2057)

I let the deer from drop my hands, lifeless now, as I am distracted by something sparkling about 100 yards away from me.
It couldn't be-what I think it is? I've been traveling this side of the country for weeks now and haven't come across anyone of my kind. Though I suppose it had to happen at some point.
I step over the deer at my feet and dart over to the being, just a few hundred feet away so I don't frighten them. I finally notice, a female with (your hair style), as she stands in the sun, letting herself shimmer, as if she wants some to notice her. I step away from the tree to get a closer to look.
She is breathtaking. I haven't seen a vampire this gorgeous ever. Of course, all of our kind already take on a beautiful appearance as to draw in our prey but there are the rare ones that even draw their own kind in.
Her head twists at the sound of my movement and I stop forward so she can see me better, hoping she isn't too upset about my interrupting her.

"Who are you?" She asks, her voice soft but slightly on edge.

"My name is-Harold-or Harry. You?" I ask, moving closer, standing only 10 or so feet from her.

"(Y/N)-Cullen." Her eyes beam at me and everything clicks into place for me. Her eyes are honey-gold, she's a vegetarian like myself. And she's with the Cullen Coven, which only makes sense. I'd heard about them a few decades ago, standing up to the Volturi. I admired their courage but didn't think much of it afterwards.
"-Are you by yourself, Harry?" She questions me.

"I'm a nomad." I confess and confusion twists in her face, she searches my eyes for a moment before speaking and I know her source of confusion before she even asks. Nomads aren't usually the animal eating type, I've not met one like me, in my 70 years of this life. I use to drink the blood of the humans, for the first decade after I was changed. But I had met a coven about 60 years ago that adopted me for a while, they were also vegetarians and showed me their ways, it felt better to not be ending a humans life anytime I was hungry so even after I bid them goodbye, I kept that with me, for the last 50 years since I was with them.
"I don't really like ending the life of an innocent person for my own gain." I admit before she can even ask, her face drops the confusion as she nods.

"Wouldn't know the feeling." She shrugs, jumping off the log she was standing on, striding over to me, clearing the space between us, leaving only a few feet of room.

"You've never tasted it?" I question, my eyes wide as I look at her.

"I was born into the Cullen coven, they prefer it." She shrugs again.

"So how were you-?" I ask, my sentence trailing off in case it's a sensitive subject. I watch as she searches through her mind to find the memory and she sighs. "If you don't want-?" I try but she shakes her head.

"No-it's just, I don't hold the memory myself. I only know it through someone else's mind. My sister, Renesmee, showed me." She pauses. "When I was 18, I was...left for dead by a man and Renesmee found me, brought me home and had Carlisle change me." I can tell she's summarized her story, I'm a stranger to her so I understand why. Perhaps the question was too forward anyways.
"You're turn." Her focused look quickly turning into a smile as she looks at me again, with a wink.

"Well...when I was 21-I was turned for a newborn army. I don't really remember most of it. I was walking out of a pub, drunk one night. The next thing I knew, I felt a burning pain coursing through me and I awoke with a new found hungry." I explain. She nods at my story. I stare at her for a moment before I speak again. "I don't think I've ever met someone like you. You're so-intriguing." I tell her. That was not the word for her but that was the word I had. "What're you doing just standing out here? Waiting for a bear attack?" I ask, with humor. She matches my laugh and shakes her head. A bear would have no chance in a fight with one of us. It would take less than 5 seconds to gain our composure and kill it, all in one swipe. If anything, it would be doing us a favor, making our meal come to us.