Bloodkru // Twilight x The 100

The Sun Rises Once Again

Some say the world will end in fire. Some say in Ice. But from what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if I had to perish twice... I think I know enough of loss to say that for a painless death... ice is also great...

It had not been much of a revelation to realize that death was not in the cards for me. Or for anyone in my family. I am unsure of whether to be thankful for that, or curse it.

Death is so final, it is like a dot at the end of every sentence, it leaves no room to argue, to room to continue. The sentence ends however it ends. Sure, there are sentences that follow, paragraphs of them, but they all end in the same way. With. A. Dot.

After my great-grandfather, Charlie, died more than a century ago, it had only been a matter of time before my Father, Jacob died after. I knew it was coming. It had not been a very well kept secret from me. Perhaps it would have been if I had aged like a normal child, but part of growing up so quickly is maturing just as quickly.

I have seen countless sunrises, and sunsets. Every one of them signifying a new day, and the end of the day. Today was no different, just another sun rise.

You could think that it was depressing. Every day was the same. And it was in a way. But I was thankful that I got to spend it with my family. With my mother, and grandparents, and great-uncles, and great-aunts, and my great-grandparents of course.

But not a day went by where I did not think of those we have lost. My Father, his entire wolf pack, my great-grandparents Renee and Charlie, and those few friends we managed to make over time.

They all had a dot at the end of their sentence. But my family has an ellipsis at the end of their sentences. Because the sentences are not final, still subject to change, and continue. Forever.

The company of books, and music could entertain one for centuries. And the ability to lose yourself in colors, notes, and words was not one every being possessed but I was lucky to be able. I could not imagine what I would do without my books, and my violin. But there is always something missing, a certain part of your life that you can never put a finger on.

It was all terribly annoying, and frustrating.

However, what was more annoying and frustrating was having a Grandfather who could read your thoughts, an Aunt who could see your future, and an Uncle who could control your emotions. It was no wonder why I almost never spend time at home, preferring the woods and the outside to anything else.

My family tries to make me feel better by inviting me to do things with them, they just don't understand that I want to be left alone most of the time. I like my thoughts private, and my emotions under my control. Can't do much about the future thing though, much to my annoyance.

Being alone in the wilderness was easy. I could go anywhere, as high as I wanted, as deep as I wanted without being caught by anyone. I remembered the time before the radiation took over 97 years ago. I had only turned 17. But I had looked 17 for 15 years prior. My aging had been just as fast as my mother's, much to everyone's disappointment. But they were glad to have a healthy addition to the family. And I never felt unloved.

But when the survivors of the radiation began to come out of their bunkers, and make their rules and clans. Things changed for us. People thought we were a myth. When some of the other vampires who had also survived the radiation decided to finally feast on the surviving humans (since it had been so long since we had last seen any), our kind made an impression. We could no longer be seen, as Great-Grandfather Carlisle thought. We could not risk it.

So I made a promise never to get close to any of the clans. It was a rule. But rules were meant to have exceptions every now and then. It was something my Aunt Alice taught me. And I was glad it was her, because at least then my secret would be safe with her.