Always kudos to SM for these great people, whom i like messing with their lives... Some might say it's sick but i say it's my way of dealing with BD's ending... Also in other news i've seen the Twilight movie probably 10 times already... Wow i need a real life...

It had been nearly sixteen years since that night and still I hadn't changed physically at all. I still had the body of a seventeen year girl but really I was thirty-three. At first I thought I'd been cursed to damnation for agreeing with that mysterious woman. But after the years moved on I finally came to terms with no longer aging; immortality did have some good qualities to it.

I'd been searching for answers since I left that church many years ago. I finally managed to learn of some people who might know. This brought me to Switzerland to the Yeniche People who were in fact Gypsy. I managed to talk with an elderly woman who lived among them. I told her of my story and how I hadn't aged since that fateful day. She told me I had made a deal with the goddess Hecate, who willed over the powers of witchcraft. At first I was very hysterical and angry for what I've done to myself. The old woman comforted me and told me that it was a gift and I could use it for whatever I wanted. She said she would help me discover what I was capable of. So with her help we began my journey.

Austria 1630

It'd taken me nearly a decade to finally have control over what I could do, from my learning's I was able to will the power of fire, to move objects with my mind, manipulate other's memories, change my appearance to some extent and see somewhat into the future.

From this I was ready to move onto new things, I thanked the Gypsy's for their help and left for my new journey. It was unknown to me as where I was going, but I knew it would be a journey and a learning experience for me.

Chicago 1918

It had been two-hundred and eighty-eight years since I've figured out what I could do; thankfully I was more experienced in what I was capable of. In those years I traveled all of over Europe and grew tired of it.

Finally, I said I'd try the Americas. At the turn of 19th Century I found myself in New York but shortly grew tired of it and spent a few years wondering till I found my way to Chicago. I'd fallen in love with it so much I wanted to stay longer so I thought why not get married once more. Don't ask how many husbands I have had. I've lost count after number thirty

This time around I was married to Royce Willmount, whose father owned one of the elite Hotels in Chicago. We were throwing one of our many parties as always. My duty was meant to look pretty and stand there on his arm, which was getting very old… We both managed to have our affairs with others of course. Which was common for us but we still stayed married for appearances.

I was talking with my friend Celia Forthermore and a young man caught my eye, his hair was a brownish bronze and his eyes were emerald green. I was taken back by such a handsome man. Royce was average looking but this man looked like a god in a way. I had to know more about him.

"Celia, who's that man over there near the doors with that older couple"

"Cathleen, you're a married woman why care for some boyish charm, when you have Royce."

"Celia, I know that but I'm only curious to whom he is that's all?"

"From what I know that's Edward Mansen, Jr and his parents Edward Senior and his wife Elizabeth, there not wealthy but very high in society.. Besides from what I hear Edward Senior's not feeling well lately"

"What do mean not feeling well lately, what's wrong?"

"Cathleen, you sure have been living high lately, people are getting sick and dying left and right… Haven't you read the papers? Something's bedridden people and they continue to get worse and in the end die, you're just not connected to the world these days."

Unknowing I knew perfectly well what was going on. I saw it before in a vision of mine of an unknown illness wiping people out. I knew it would strike Royce soon enough than I would inherit what's mine, although, I really didn't need it all that much though but it would be helpful in its ways. I was still fixated on that Masen boy, but I knew what his fate was already… He was going to be one of the people who died. I wish I had known him well enough. I had the feeling that he could have been the one for me. My true love but I guess not; fate had a plan for him already. Maybe one day we shall meet again… I knew I would have to leave again and start over. It was something that I had to do.

Hollywood CA, 1940

Once again the times seem to change and I had decided I need a new start. What better place to go than none other than Hollywood. Choosing Hollywood was perfect; it's where a girl's dream of being famous and rich is possible? With a little help from my powers it would be easy manipulating people around here; besides there minds are already corrupted in some way or form.

It was just a few lies nothing hurtful if you have to ask. I would be famous and my name would always be remembered… I was now Ava Swan, the brunette bombshell as the girls called me. I was one of the most watched and most wanted actresses of their time. My face was seen everywhere from movies, to advertising to anything possible. I was at the top of my career; I managed to marry a director this time around, Jonathan Holmes. He put me into every leading role.

After sometime others were starting to rumor about how youthful I still looked. I didn't care at all though; let them be jealous of my youth. I would out last every one of them!

One evening I was rehearsing for one of my movies in my dressing room. I heard a knock at my door so I answered it. It was Bethany one of the girls who I started out with in the early days of my career. She was already in her twenties and me still at seventeen. She was furious with me on how I stayed so young and that I hadn't aged one bit. How she was done with and thrown to the sidewalk while I was still high and mighty. She demanded me to tell the truth, like I would tell her my story.

I could easy throw her across the room with my mind, but I didn't need to make a scene with her. She pulled out a gun pointing it at me and kept yelling obscene words at me. She said if she's over than I am too. Great the bitch is going to shoot; really I hated to be killed… It's happened before but shooting me, now that was unfair… I guess this a good way to be remembered and immortalized too… Before I knew it she shot me. I would be dead for two days while my body healed from within…. Then it will be time to start all over again…

New York City, 1970

You're probably wondering why I'm back in New York, well if you ask it's not the same from the first time I was here. It's more interesting if I might say. The last time I was here was 1900 and its 1970 now. I began working as a school teacher in the city. This would be my calling. I found teaching very rewarding.

After Hollywood I needed a life change so I enrolled into a high school, did the four years and than onto a prestige's college. This wasn't hard to get into, the things money can do to help out. After that I gained my masters and then my PhD for the hell of it. It's only money and surly I have enough of it.

I decided not to be married this time around; it would be only one night stands for me for now. Marriage was no longer what it used to be when I was really seventeen. Being a teacher I had to alter my looks some. I added some wrinkles, a little gray in my mahogany brown hair and a few other minor things too. People believed that I was forty, and with a little help of altering their memories I could stay here a little longer.

I loved my students dearly teaching them all about history, which wasn't that hard for me… I did live through it though… Years passed of teaching and I couldn't appear to be forty-nine any longer. I knew then it was time to move on. It killed me telling the children that I had to go. I told them I was offered a job in St. Louis and that I accepted it and I would miss them terribly.

In my nearly three-hundred and sixty-six years since my human life had ended; I grew tired of changing myself and moving around from place to place. It was time for me to sleep for awhile until times were right…