Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2011 04:07:07 -0500
From: Michal Blystone <timeisafleeting@gmail.com>
Subject: A Tail-Tale of Twilight chapter 1

       So this story is actually my first. I read a couple of the twilight
spinoffs and got kinda interested in writing one. Im not a twihard of any
sort, so if something ends up being off or wrong, don't get mad. I actually
haven't read the books and have seen each of the movies a couple times, but
I find the story line to be a very interesting one and decided to give it a
go. This will turn into a homo-erotic type story, so the disclaimer, if you
aren't eighteen, you shouldnt be reading this, or be here; applies. So if
you are under eighteen, hit the exit button. I also reserve the right of
this story, so no copy and paste crap. My name is Mike, just for reference.
=) Oh, almost forgot: this is a fictonal story based of of Stephanie Myers
work,Twilight. I do not own the story and am not pretending to.

A Tail-Tale of Twilight
Chapter One

       My name is Kiaayo Martel, but most people just call me Kia. It's an
odd name, but it's one of the only things still connecting me to my mother
and father. The women at the orphanage told me it's a Native American name,
but since we were in the heart of Italy, no one knew what it meant.
My mother was Native American and my father was Italian. I don't know either
of their names, but the women at the orphanage said my mother was a
beautiful woman and made the women in the village envious, except the women
of Volturi. Those women were always in their most elegant dress but looked
like they spent too much time inside; their skin was pale white, at some
points almost transparent. I never really gave thought as to why their skin
was so pale, but I never was interested much in women.
The women at the orphanage knew my father, but not by name. He was a local,
who traveled across the globe for business; I guess he would have had to
meet my mother in America. My father, from what I'm told, was a handsome
man; he had olive skin, dark brown hair that was almost black and green
eyes. One of the women at the orphanage often "checked out" my father when
she would walk past him on the street and said he had gorgeous light-green
eyes, almost like a sea-foam blue, much like my own.
The orphanage was my home since I was a baby. My father went missing a week
before I was born and my mother was sick before she gave birth. There were
no hospitals in the local area and my mother spoke no Italian, so she was
unable to call for help.  She had eventually given birth to me in the middle
of the night. This probably took a great toll on her body since she was
already sick and heart-broken.
        After she had given birth to me, she managed to make it to the
orphanage and died on the steps with me in her arms. The women found us in
the morning and took me in. Before my father had gone missing, he
commissioned a woman in the village to make a baby blanket with my name sewn
in. When the news of what happened reached the village people, the woman who
my father had hired, brought the blanket to the orphanage explaining to the
women that the blanket was a gift from my father and had my name sewn in.
       The women made sure that I knew I wasn't abandoned, but only made it
seem like I am to be a child of great misfortune. I knew that wasn't their
intention, but hearing the story of how they had  found my mother was a
horrible thing to hear when I was only a child.


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Today was the eighteenth anniversary of my birth and my stay at the
orphanage would soon be over. It is policy that a child only has one month
after their eighteenth birthday to leave the premises. Any child can return
to visit the orphanage, but for no more than a day, meaning you could not
ever spend the night.
As a gift, I was given a voucher for a tour of the Architectural Highlights
of Volterra. I loved architecture since I was a child; I was planning to
study Architecture when I could get the money for school.  The women at the
orphanage knew I loved the ancient buildings in the city of Volterra and so
it was the perfect gift. The voucher was actually for a group of five and
the women wanted me to choose who I wanted to attend the tour with me. I
ended up choosing two of the women: Margaret, a middle aged heavy set woman
who found my mother and I and Rose, who was an attractive younger woman who
was maybe twenty four and was more of a friend than a "caregiver". I also
chose two of the younger children I have become a brother of sorts to:
Charles and Francesca. Charles was a short red-headed fifteen year old who
could have probably laid off the dessert at dinner and Francesca had just
turned seventeen and was a bookworm who had too many emotional defenses to
make a lot of friends.
 Our village was just outside of Volterra but not close enough to walk and
make it in time for the tour. Our orphanage had one van, an old lemon, in
the most literal sense possible. It was yellow, a sickly yellow, it had a
bad attitude and would only run on its terms and it smelled like something
died inside. But, it was all we had, so it was this or nothing. To
everyone's surprise, Lemon started right up and drove the way a decent
vehicle should.
Today was one of the rare days we had rain. The sun wasn't out and the
clouds covered everything. The tour was inside for the most part, so it
didn't bother anything. I was more excited than I have been in a long time,
actually more excited than I have ever been. I was only ever in the city
once before for some kind of celebration about expelling the Vampires... I
have never believed in the folklore, it all sounded like a bunch of
mumbo-jumbo to me, but I guess if I ever saw one, then I could believe it.
The tour was simply amazing, everything was so large and the architecture
was, well, gorgeous. The city had buildings that seemed like they were
ripped straight out of a history book. There were buildings carved into the
hillsides, there were buildings that incorporated the columns of the Greeks,
there were castle-like buildings and in the center of the city was a vast
church like building. Its towers seemed like they stretched towards the
heavens and was so vast that it could be the center of the universe.
A pale girl walked up to our pretty large tour group. She had an odd look in
her eyes, her red eyes.  She introduced herself as Jane and told us that she
"works" in the large main building.
"Would you all like to see the inside? It is simply to die for."
The tour leader, a middle aged man named Carlos was surprised by the offer.
He looked more flabbergasted than anything.
Carlos spoke "y..y..yes. That would be amazing Miss Jane."
"Please just call me Jane. I don't like formalities and I am far from a
Miss." Jane spoke.
"T..Thank You."  The group said almost simultaneously.
She led us inside the two large doors. She was right, it was to die for. It
was breathtaking.
Jane spoke about the history of the building, telling us it was the home to
the Vampires of Old, but after their expulsion, the humans used it as a
reminder of their victory. I found the way she referred to the event, saying
"humans" instead of "our people", or simply "us". I didn't give it much
thought though; I was too interested in the building.
"If you all would follow me, I would like to show you one of the restricted
areas. Personally I find it to be the most wonderful room in the building."
Jane said.
We all followed her through a long corridor and made a right into this wide
open room. A woman sitting at a desk welcomed us, and gave Jane the right of
way. The way the woman addressed Jane was almost like she was royalty, but
I've never heard of her in any of my studies, so I just assumed she was the
woman's boss.
We walked into a large done shaped room, much like the Cathedral in
Florence. On the ceiling were pictures of man and woman, beast and angels.
It was like I was looking into Heaven itself. Jane went on telling the
stories of what were depicted on the ceiling.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three men approaching us. They were
dressed oddly, but I didn't pay much attention to their clothing. One man
seemed like he has lived a few years, one had long blonde hair and the other
was pretty average looking; middle aged, jet-black hair and was wearing a
suit. All three of the men had deep black eyes, much different than the red
eyes that the others here had.
The man in the suit spoke: "Ah, Jane. My dear, I see you have brought some
visitors. What an unexpected surprise."
"Yes, Master Aro. They were touring the local buildings, studying the
architecture. I hoped you could entertain them" Jane spoke.
"Jane, I would be more than pleased to "entertain" these people" said Aro.
Jane retreated and posted herself at the doorway, almost looking like she
was watching so nobody would leave. Aro then stepped forward and took
Francesca's hand. She stepped back, but then almost like she was in a trance
stepped forward to her original position. Aro smiled and bent down to kiss
her cheek. No. He wasn't going to kiss her, he was biting her!
Screams erupted from every angle as more of the Volturi walked in. Each of
the Volturi started attacking, lunging for people's throats, biting them,
feasting on their humanity.
I began to feel hot, I don't know if it was the terror of what I was seeing,
or if it had been something else, but I got dizzy and fast. Everything
became a blur; faces became nothing more than streams of colors. The room
was just a cloud that I couldn't see through. Out of the "cloud" I saw a
large figure walking towards me. I was afraid, I was terrorized. I couldn't
move, couldn't breathe, and couldn't think. As the figure moved closer, the
more terrified I became, but something was odd. I was afraid, but not afraid
of dying. I knew I was surrounded by monsters eating my friends, but I was
dreaming amongst all of it. As the figure moved closer, I could tell what it
was; a bear. All my friends were being eaten alive and I'm dreaming of a
bear.
When the bear was close enough for me to touch it, my fear was gone.
Something inside me was telling me it was alright, but I still couldn't
comprehend it. I began to hear a voice, one that I have only heard in my
dreams. It was a raspy voice, a dark soothing yet strong voice. The bear was
talking to me. "How" was all I could think.
"Child, you need not to be afraid." The bear spoke.
       First people start eating my friends, and now a bear is talking to
me. What the hell is going on? My head was buzzing, but I could still sense
things around me.
The bear spoke again: "Kiaayo. You need to listen. Right now, a great evil
has surrounded you. You need to listen. If you want to live, you are going
to have to embrace your heritage, the destiny that is in your blood. You are
a Blackfoot, a noble tribe of Hunters. In your heart is the spirit of the
noble bear. You need to hear my words. I will protect you for now, but am
unable to do so for long. You will travel as a spirit to a brother clan, a
powerful clan of shape shifters. Though they do not share the same bear
spirit as you, they house the spirit of the cunning and loyal wolf. They
will help you and in return you must help them. You have a long journey
ahead of you child, but you need not to be afraid, they are our brothers. We
must go now, or it will be too late and the flame inside your heart will be
extinguished. "
Almost instinctively, I bowed touching my forehead to the bears. There was a
flash of white, brilliant light. I could feel its power envelop me as the
bear roared. I could tell what the light was, it was life and death,
creation and destruction, heaven and hell; the spirit world. Everything
around me was a blur, I could see objects appear and then stream away like
ribbons, disappearing into the distance. It was amazing; I was a spirit,
racing towards my destiny, a destiny that is yet to unfold.

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