A/N: So....I randomly came up with this story 'cause my english assignment is so boring. craziecandie is gonna kill me for not pulling my weight, but this is WAY higher on my priority list. OMG I did not just say that. So...here we go...the world's worst story idea, incoming!
Full Plotline Summary: Murtagh, after being tortured and punished by Galbatorix, is left bleeding to die. By some reasonably strange happenings, Aro of the Volturi lands up in Alagaesia (readers raise eyebrows) and upon finding Murtagh and reliving his memories, believes that Murtagh's magic is too much to waste, and that he would be undefeatable with such limitless power. Hungry for such a gifted person to join his guard, Aro changes Murtagh into a vampire. When he wakes up after a painful three day transformation, Murtagh is in Volterra, and can no longer remember who he is, where he's from, his history; he remembers nothing. Not even Thorn. Aro tells him that he was mugged in an alley and left to die, but the injuries which erased his memory could not be healed by the venom. Hating himself for what he is, Murtagh's life is no happier than before. When Edward, Alice and Bella "visit" the Volturi, Murtagh follows them back to Forks, realising another way of living was possible. A year later, during Breaking Dawn, he meets Leah Clearwater. The chemistry between the two tortured and charred souls is undeniable. Will Leah be able to overcome her hatred of vampires for Murtagh? A vampire and werewolf being together is forbidden by nature, the only people who know are Seth, Jacob and the Cullens. They keep their secret, until word reaches Caius's ears, and he comes to separate the two forever. In the battle, Leah is killed, and driven by grief and rage, Murtagh travels to the Volturi to kill Caius. To stop him, Aro shows Murtagh the memories he saw after Murtagh was tortured. After getting his memory back, Murtagh recalls learning of the Vault of Souls and travels back to Alagaesia, only to find that Thorn died the moment Murtagh's heart stopped beating. Now Murtagh must win over the Varden, to enlist Eragon's help, so he can save the people he loves. But will the Varden except a monster even worse than he was before?
Chapter One: Misery, unlike happiness, is Immortal.
-Murtagh's POV-
Pain seared through my already broken body, as I lay in a pool of my own blood. My teeth were locked together to hold back a scream, my lips pressed together even tighter. But they would open, and sound would escape, dissipating to every corner of the castle's western wing.
Galbatorix had a tendency to bring out that side of me. Finally I screamed, and the pain stopped increasing. But it was still there.
Why wasn't pain going away? I could feel it pulsing through my veins, relentless., pounding in my ears.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Scream.
Bang.
Scream.
Bang.
Scream.
Bang.
Bang.
It never stops.
Panic blossomed inside my chest. I can't heal myself and Galbatorix won't send a healer for me, that much is definite. Am I to lay here and die?
-Aro's POV-
I wondered the halls of Volterra, quietly pondering what Edward, the first created by the strange gold-eyed Carlisle Cullen, had told me. He wished to die. The thought struck me as folly, for no sane vampire would beg for the loss of immortality. Perhaps the young one was not sane, for his...attachment, to the human girl would not be called sane in anybody's books. It indeed is curious, most curious.
I pass Jane in the corridor, she is conversing, intently with her twin, Alec. They both give me warm smiles as I pass, which I return gladly. Were it not for them, we, the Volturi, would have fallen long ago. With my unnatural vision, I spot a door, five hundred metres ahead, to my left. I lived in Volterra for many centuries, and I have not before come across it. My pace quickened, and of its own accord, the door swung open.
I was falling. The wind rushed past my face and beneath my feet I could see naught but the clear blue that is only of the sky, and the translucent white of clouds. But slowly, these fade and I see land beneath my feet. What is this place? I wondered, as curiosity made my feet impatient to touch the ground. As if by my own will, my speed increases, or perhaps it is gravity instead, but my feet brush the grass as I land as peacefully as jumping from a window.
A grand castle stood before me. Its high stone walls timeless and...and obviously protecting someone important. I efficiently jumped over the wall, and took off on my feet, so as to avoid being seen by any of the inhabitants of this strange and confusing place. I hear a scream from the west and curiosity compels me to find the source of the sound.
I find a relatively handsome boy, who looks about nineteen or twenty, lying on the floor in a pool of blood I can only assume is his own. As soon as I wonder what misfortune befell him, I take his hand, and watched his thoughts.
I do not know how long I knelt at the boy's side, listening to his thoughts, learning about him and his world. I learnt his name; Murtagh Morzansson. I learnt of his life, the unbelievable sadness of it. This new world amazed me, I was overflowing with euphoria and the possibilities, but was interfered when the potent smell of the boy's blood, which I had been able to resist so far, distracted me.
It would be so easy to kill him, he was so near, so close to death anyway. It was a miracle he was still alive. But then a far more intriguing idea came to me. I had learned of the magic and power this boy possessed. I know it comes from his own energy, and that his gift is limited by his level of energy, strength and stamina. But what would his capability be when none of those things ever ran out? What great power could he wield as one of the immortals? He would be greater than any vampire before him. I would trade my whole guard for him. He must be changed, I have no doubts about it. Slowly, I sink my teeth into his throat.
--Murtagh's POV--
Everything is fading, I can..I can feel it. Slowly, softly my life slips from me, my hearts slows, though my subconscious is telling me to fight it, I have naught the strength to. I am going to die. It is a strange feeling to know that everything you have fought for has brought you here, to the place where you realise you are tired, and you give up. Where you give up life.
In my blurry vision I see the figure of a man standing by the door. Then he disappears, and reappears at my side. Strange. Perhaps I am mad. He kneels beside me and takes my hand. Suddenly, my life is flashing before my eyes.
My life story comes to a close, and my eyelids gently slide over my eyes as I finally surrender. I am ready to die. But then something stops me.
Something cuts my neck, and blood leaves at an overly fast rate. After a few moments, the pressure leaves me, but it leaves a reminder. I am left with fire.
It burns through me and I scream. It is no time for pride, now. The burning is not unbearable, I have had worse before. But not much worse.
The burning goes on and on and on. I am not sure when it will end.
A/N: So...does it completely totally suck? Please, oh please, review, flames and criticism are also welcome. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW