More often, a potential witch displays almost nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just, say, a little more skill with people, a little more natural charisma. An extra dose of something that could almost be called luck, if one were paying attention and on the lookout for witches.
There is one such maybe-potential, right over there. He's not from around here, but he is fluent in Italian and French and German and he professes that English is his first language and laughs when people call him a liar because of his perfect accent. He might not be the most powerful, but a polyglot witch could be useful for something. And who knows, maybe there's more to it.
Maybe someone would care to find out.
He can't scream, at first, but later he finds that he can. In the meantime, he wonders if he's died and found that he should have visited the church a bit more often due to being thrown straight into Hell. Also, he wants to die.
"Kill me," he hisses, when his windpipe repairs itself and he finds he has air. He can scream later, dying as quickly as possible is more important.
He does not get tired of screaming, in the meantime.
But he doesn't quite give in to mindless agony. He notices the pain slowly shrinking away from his limbs and the fire collecting in his heart. He notices the way his body's changed and his mind has expanded. He notices his ears gaining sensitivity. A thousand little changes to go along with the burning agony.
He's long figured out that he's being turned into something. Whatever it is, he doesn't know.
It's not like he can stop it, either.
His heart speeds up, and he finds that he suddenly has tired of screaming, and can only manage a low whimpery keening sound to replace it. Let it end soon -
They get to be present when his heart stops.
But the pain in his throat hasn't gone away and he can smell potential relief -
The purpose of the other people becomes apparent to him when he is biting into one of their necks and drinking the delicious wonderful amazing perfectly soothing blood from their veins...
And then the person is drained dry, a lifeless corpse.
More, this is not enough, the pain in his throat isn't gone, it should be gone, the pain's gone everywhere else, even his heart. He doesn't have the presence of mind to stop himself from drinking the second.
Halfway through the third he feels - something. Niggling, in the back of his mind. It belongs to the person he's drinking. He is a person, it pronounces. And it feels like he's a good father and kind of a coward and well meaning despite this and caring and -
He flings the person away from him, too quickly. The good father was probably already doomed from the blood loss anyway, but the crack his body makes when he hits the wall says he's a goner for sure.
The potential witch stares, shivering.
And then can't manage to stop himself from finishing off the good father's blood.
The other one smells of desperation, of need, of being quietly resigned to too-long hours and an underfed family and -
And they smell so good, so good, he hasn't had enough, there's still room in him, maybe he can make the burning stop, maybe just one more and -
And it's too late, his teeth are already buried in her jugular. Stop stop stop stop, something in him screams, but he can't, he can't, and it's much too late anyway, isn't it, she's already dead, let's not waste the blood, it's good and warm and fresh.
By some miracle he stops himself from the last. Some mix of being nearly-full and the thing in his head informing him that the final survivor of his thirsty rampage likes cooking and hates walking in the rain and -
He remains in the corner, coiled to spring and paying attention only to thing in his head and how utterly delicious the remaining victim looks, but no no no don't think about the taste don't think about the taste he still has a bit of it in his mouth it's so good don't think about the taste don't kill this person don't do it don't do it. They're probably screwed anyway, they were taken here, probably screwed, there's nothing he can do, no no no no he can do something, he doesn't, they're a person they're a person they're a person -
He lets out a little whimper, but can't manage to sob.
Person person person don't eat her don't eat her don't eat her you don't need it you don't need it look at the thing, look at the thing, the thing keeps you from eating her by telling you about -
It's run out of information.
...
And suddenly someone has run out of life.
Fuck.
He is deflected and stays deflected and instead buries his face in his hands and the thing in his head won't shut up it keeps telling him about them he doesn't want to know they're monsters they're monsters -
But so is he.
Whimper.
Right. Okay. So they seem to be of the opinion that they're his friends, but he shouldn't correct them of this fact at the moment. He needs to understand what's going on. Calm. Think about the future. Yes, good, he can almost handle this brain if he keeps paying attention to the thing in his head that keeps giving him information...
"I, I think so. You like thunderstorms and frescoes and - and - there's, they were people, she," he points, "liked the outdoors. He," he points again, "was a good father."
Is that a hint of a sob? That was a hint of a sob. Also a hint of bitter.
"Vampires," he repeats. He was never one for folklore, but he's suddenly become much more of a believer. "Okay. What does this involve besides, besides the. The eating people thing. And the perfect body. And the magic powers. Do I catch fire in sunlight? Sleep in a coffin on dirt from my home? Do I need to be invited inside?"
He is going to kill her.
It is an urge completely separate from the 'feral' urges. It is calm. It is certain. It is something close to patient. It can wait, for when he is in a better position in life and less off balance.
"How did you suspect I'd be one?" he wonders. "I didn't - I definitely didn't have anything like this before."
Understand understand understand, most important thing. Murder later. Everything else later. Information, now.
Blair nods.
"I don't know what mine does besides, uh. Invasion of privacy." Pause. "Might just be invasion of privacy."
...
No that's not right.
There's a something else here. It's hard to pick out and so very quiet in this spacious new head of his, but there's a - thing. Niggling. It doesn't belong to Gavriel or Danuta, and it's so far away -
Brave and cautious and loyal and good and she likes eating vegetables like a freak and she's often more dry than he is and likes nurses on principle and thinks they're necessary but thinks they are too small scale for her taste she always wants larger scale it's not big enough until the whole world's safe -
What the hell?
He frowns.
That direction? The person is in that direction. And it feels familiar. More familiar than anyone else present. It's so hard to remember things that aren't perfect vampire memories or pain, but if he focuses...
...
He had a sister. Has. Has a sister. She exists, and is thataway. Feels pretty far, too. He vaguely remembers something about travelling? Seeing the world? That feels foolish now. But she's alive, she's fine, she's far far away and her little signature quietly sits there. Being itself. Helping him to remember who he was when he was human.
He feels no need to mention this to his 'friends.' Let them think it's just an invasion of privacy power, not - whatever it is. Let it be a cute trick. Let them think it's quaint.
Maybe it can help him kill them.
"So, what now?"
He resists. Murder. Focus on the murder that will occur in the future. He can't murder her if she's expecting it, expecting him to act out. ... Well, he could, probably, but it'd be more chancy and less certain. He'd like to make it as certain as possible that she and her mate die.
"Okay. Fine by me. I like travelling, anyway. That's what I was doing, before."
Blair learns quickly that he can hold his breath to avoid smelling people, and through this and beating himself with his power and person person person becomes surprisingly good at resisting tasty humans.
He is also very docile, for a newborn. Also friendly, though occasionally he displays a wicked sense of humor.
He asks his innocuous questions intermittently. Is there anything that he should look out for that can kill him? Are there characteristics the Volturi have besides killing people that break the Masquerade? Are there lots of witches, and if so, do they know any ones of note? Does he have to eat people, are there alternatives? (His quirky diet is one of the most inconvenient things about him, but he doesn't make it very inconvenient.) Are there any other things about being a vampire that he should know? Are there other assorted fantasy creatures that exist?
They don't mind telling him all about these things. As far as they know they do have to eat people. They... can drink water? It doesn't help or anything but they can. There used to be werewolves; not anymore. They have met the following witches...
Well. This was starting to get annoying. Finding enough terrible people for three hungry vampires was - difficult. He didn't always manage it. Sometimes Danuta and Gavriel ate people that were not terrible. That's enough deaths on his conscience. He has newborn strength, and a much calmer more focused mind than an ordinary newborn. He can, after spending enough time with them, track them wherever they go. He can fix this, and he doesn't need anything else from them. They don't suspect him.
And so they don't see it coming when he rips Danuta's head off and turns Gavriel to a pile of Graviel with a mixture of surprise and newborn strength. They were expecting to fight him together, if he ever got 'feral' and tried to kill them. Of course, since he's not feral, he avoided this problem.
He reattaches his arm and the foot he lost in combat, humming. Then he retrieves his packet of matches, and checks Danuta's head for facial expressions. Any of note before he sets them both on fire, or is it stuck on surprise?
She and her mate get to burn.
Their signatures disappear from his head.
There are others besides his sister, now - humans he happened to talk to, the person who sold him the matches. But his sister is the clearest. His sister is Definitely Thataway instead of - existing somewhere in the world, maybe able to be found if he focuses. But always, he can find his sister.
He - doesn't think he wants to see her. He barely remembers anything more than the signature of personality. Is this signature of someone who would - think of him as a monster? Hate him for the people he's killed?
Would she be safe around him?
He's pretty safe around humans, but he doesn't like the risk. Not with the one single person he remembers from his human life. He's still new to this, still leaning on his power to recall how not to eat people. He wants something better.
I want someone who will understand this and can help, he thinks, and -
It's almost like when he was looking for terrible people for his coven to eat. Almost. It's fainter, but more specific. It's thataway. If he pays attention and follows it...
It turns out to lead to America.
That's okay, though, he can swim.
He winds up in Wisconsin, eyes still newborn-red but looking very non-threatening.
And the new vampire's eyes.
He closes his book.
"Hello," he says, when the vampire can hear him and humans can't. "Sorry for being in your territory, I won't eat anyone while here, I - find myself in need of some assistance."
(He is trying to think of how to word his explanation of his past. This involves thinking about his past.)
"I'm a witch. Part of my power lets me find people. The other part - will not let me just see humans as food. I have been eating only horrible people that deserve it," except for the ones when he first turned, except for the ones his covenmates ate when he couldn't find them suitable food, weighing on his conscience like little anvils strapped to his feet, "but I want to know if there are alternatives, or if there's a way I can be safe around humans. My power led me here."
He is not exactly against killing people (obviously) but he really really really hates the idea of killing people he doesn't mean to kill. He has not slipped up once, since - since. He never wants to slip up again. Ever. Especially not with his sister.
He nods, instead.
He decides not to bring up his potential as a witch being why he was turned. That just seems - broody and angsty. Pass on both.
He nods, unwilling to actually ask the question he's thinking of How did it happen for you? because it's exceptionally rude and really private information and he actually thinks an apology for thinking it, he's really quite sorry, curious head, he can't help it.
"If it's possible to have a perfect record my sister might want to become a vampire," he says, instead. "I'm - not quite sure. It's hard to know." And of course, the vampire knows why. Blair's going almost entirely off of his power, just a signature of what she's like and all of the human memories are basically gone.
That is incredibly depressing to him. Why don't more vampires try not to kill people? Oh right. Because they're delicious. And also probably some psychological distancing, un-personing them instead of admitting you kill people and that is wrong. Which his power didn't let him do. Thank you power, he loves you.
Getting to 'know' humans. He briefly wonders how the fuck anyone could possibly manage that when humans are squishy before he shuts down this line of thought. He refuses to have sex with someone he could - break. That just seems like a great way to kill someone he would like to have sex with. If this means he doesn't have sex, fine. This is an acceptable loss if it means not killing people he would like to have sex with.
"Carlisle is ridiculously impressive," says Blair, because he is not the type to voice his musings on this topic out loud and will instead pretend he did not think about it at all. "How'd he manage it?" Did he get complimentary (ha ha) people for eating upon finishing turning, because if he did Blair is just going to call the man a witch whose power is people eating resistance because holy shit.
"Good to know."
Oh. He supposes it does, doesn't it. He knows what it tastes like, now, and is becoming used to drinking delicious blood. He wouldn't have if he'd lived in an alternate reality where he did not get offered humans right out of turning, and then managed to not eat people.
That is an excellent point in favor of not eating terrible people, the vampire gets a point on the little mental tally board Blair invented just now.
"I'm Blair, by the way, I don't think I mentioned out loud."
He does not recall his last name anymore, it didn't really matter to him and he often went without anyway.
Edward quietly snorts.
"- or with covenmates attempting to steer my development. I'm quite as impressed with you."
He's not going to tell Carlisle 'by the way I killed my covenmates because they made me kill people.' That seems like it would earn disappointment from his hero and that would be terrible.
"Is there a guidebook on how not to eat people?" he wonders lightly.
The house is adorable. A vampire who is obviously Carlisle's mate is putting shingles up on the roof when they arrive. "Welcome home! Who's this?"
"Esme, this is Blair," Edward says. "He came for Carlisle's advice on revising his diet. Blair, Esme."
He goes to Denali, because that is the thing to do, collecting more tips.
On the way there, he eats a deer. It is completely disgusting, but he's fine with that. No hint of losing strength, yet, but he's still a newborn so that's to be expected. He'll deal with eating animals on this basis alone, he guesses. Slowly losing his ability to resist delicious humans sounds like it is one of the worst things ever, so he'll suck it up. ... Not literally. He will do the opposite of sucking it up.
(Throwing up? No, no, that's all wrong...)
He arrives at Denali! He gets tips on how not to eat people. ... He gets a proposition from Irina. After clarification that they are both vampires and can mate and there won't be any heartache or hard feelings if this happens is cleared away, he accepts this proposition. And then after some more clarification of what is and is not okay, her sister's. And then her other sister's. Yep! He has no regrets about his lack of desire to fuck squishy humans!
He stays up there while getting a better handle on not eating people. He does not eat any people, though he keeps in the habit of eating animals regularly to avoid slipping. His eyes fade from red to amber and then to gold. He notices the loss in strength but deems it worth it, and decides to just stick with an all animal diet.
And then he feels comfortable enough as he's ever going to about seeing his sister. She's still there, little pointer pointing across the ocean. He's not going to forget about her. He bids the Denali a fond farewell (with a promise to return) and off he goes, back to Europe. He has six little pointers in his head pointing back. Denali, thataway, Cullens, thataway. This is neat and convenient for visiting. They'll have a bit of trouble finding him, but he quietly makes plans to visit reasonably regularly so they can avoid that. And not just because the Denali coven's fantastic and great. He likes them, they are nice people.
He arrives in England. He follows the pointer. He knocks on the door.
"Blair!" she says, and then she hugs him. "Where have you been, it's been ages, I thought you were d- what the...?"
She pokes his arm. It behaves exactly as a vampire's arm should, that is to say, it does not at all act like a human's arm. She peers at him.
"... Explain."
"Yvette Lowell," she provides, because that seems like the thing to tell him when he's making that exact awkward face. "And our mother's name was Corinne Lowell. Father's is Franklin, he's upstairs." Pause. "I'm a nurse, unmarried so far because I've been picky and no one's been good enough for me, something something I'll end up as a spinster if I'm not careful, um, do you have questions I don't know what to explain."
"The murder I can actively stop. It's concerning and if I killed someone accidentally I don't think I'd forgive myself, but it's in my control. I can account for it and handle it. The mate thing is - I'm still going with horrifying, but I have the strong belief that anyone I could hopelessly fall in love with is not going to be a twit about it, which - assuages my concerns somewhat. They're not gone but I'd put up with it for immortality." Pause. "So yes, it does outrank both, it's just. No kids. Ever. I'm not desperate to be a mother, exactly, but I don't want to forever lose the chance to bear children if I can help it."
"Okay. .... One of the vampires is a doctor. That might be relevant. I don't know if that's at all possible to, to mess with, but he is a vampire doctor who's probably a bit ahead of traditional doctors on account of the sheer amount of experience. And how he doesn't need to sleep." Pause. "Or, uh, you could have a kid before you turn?"
So it turns out that Blair actually likes his sister. He is gently re-informed of relevant forgotten history, kept away from the neighbors for fear of being recognized, and is informed that he needs to be very careful about watching when he breathes, because his sister is in fact a nurse. Blood is occasionally involved with this.
Despite this hurdle, he does not eat her, or any of the neighbors, or anyone else. He eats a lot of deer, a bit more often than is really necessary. He is a safe vampire. Well. Okay, maybe not safe, but not randomly murderous. He will choose to be dangerous. In certain conditions. And then when he chooses not to be dangerous he will not be dangerous. This is a good system.
Weeks pass; Yvette foresees leaving England eventually, if not immediately, and has to prepare for the eventuality. This involves selling things that she had but won't need when travelling, saving up money, informing her landlord, so on.
Blair takes the time to introduce himself to the nearby covens - they find him sort of quaint on account of his diet and unobjectionable. He asks that they not eat people in the town Yvette lives in, because he is planning to spirit his sister away (not in England, he clarifies, they won't have to worry about a newborn) to be turned and it would be upsetting to have her be eaten before that. They are a bit nervous about the potential newborn, but if he is not going to turn her in England it's really not their problem, and avoiding one little town is easy enough.
In his admittedly large downtime, he pokes at his power. He gets a better feel for how to find certain types of people, and gets a feel for how long it takes for him to reliably track a person, and what way's best to get a good signature in his little person database. Smell is awful for anything but finding the specifics of where the person is. Sight's better, but not if he just studies physical appearance; he needs to watch for their mannerisms, their quirks, their body language. Listening to them is definitely on the right track, but just stalking them and hearing them speak isn't the best option. His most natural instinct of 'walk up and talk to them' is, by a long shot. Regardless, he definitely needs to pay attention to them as people, not just - targets to be hunted. This is fine by him, actually.
And then he's grown a bit restless and all of Yvette's things that can be taken care of without a date that she sets sail are taken care of, and he bids his sister goodbye and goes back to America to find and talk to the Cullens.
They're no longer in Wisconsin. This isn't a problem, he's a tracker, but it is noteworthy. He follows their signatures to the state of New York, and then to Rochester.
They probably already know he's there before he knocks on their door, but it seems polite.
"We've been settling in here, and I'm waiting on a shipment of some marble before I can fix up the fireplace but everything else on the house is well underway, and I could recommend you the loveliest books..." She ushers him in. "Carlisle will be home in a few hours, Edward in four or five - he's hunting."
"This house has got such a different style from the last one. I like it though, cute in a different way. More regal, though I don't really know houses. What are your plans for it?"
Then he tells them about his sister, clarifying that he is aware of the Volturi's policy and is keeping the whole thing very quiet and she's not going to mention it to anyone else. Nor is she going to attempt to burn him at the stake, think he's a monster, or planning to pretend that her brother is dead. In fact, after getting the whole story and the benefits and downsides of vampirism she would like to know more about the problem with vampires not being able to have kids, and wondering if a medical solution to that problem (possibly when the patient is still human) is possible. Because she would like to become a vampire, but finds some parts of vampirism... objectionable.
The bit about vampire bodies not changing does make it seem rather absolute, yes. Hm. Carlisle's the doctor, can he think of any potential alternate solutions to this?
Are there any parts that are essential to the child making process that can be removed, and kept from rotting away? They potentially have eternity, they don't need to know how to make a child from it now, but if they can leave it open for themselves later, well, that's nearly the ideal.
Well, Carlisle knows his anatomy, and there's plenty he could theoretically remove. It would be major abdominal surgery, but nothing compared to turning. And, well, they might preserve in the same way any meat might, freezing - they'd have to get a freezer and hope it lasted as long as it takes medical science to catch up - there's various methods of pickling, although considering how inimical the substances are to human biology in live subjects... then again, cold isn't so good for them either...
...
Maybe Blair can find someone that could help with this line of thinking.
Turns out: his power is pretty terrible at finding him people with specific skill-sets. He finds two people that habitually store fruit preservatives, one that preserves leaves in books, and one taxidermist before he manages to wrestle his power into maybe aiming in a medical direction.
Funerary workers. Hospice workers. A dentist that thinks it is really important to preserve your teeth by brushing them.
Oh, come on. People that like being on the cutting edge of preservation? Is that a character trait?
It is not a character trait.
He can find experts in the medical field, that's not hard, but he's having trouble with specifics beyond that, and this is kind of an inexplicable problem to explain, now isn't it? 'Hey so my sister would like to preserve the ability to have kids for in the future even though she will soon lose the ability to have them herself'? Ugh. He'd get told that she should just have kids now, it is Her Responsibility.
After a lot of searching he returns to Carlisle and pronounces that, well. He didn't find anything of use. Unless Carlisle would like a good dentist.
Well. Did Carlisle make any progress while he was beating his head against the proverbial wall trying to solve this with his power?
(He really needs to see if there's a way to refine his power, it feels very - inexact. Sort of like being out of shape, a concept he vaguely remembers that he loathed while he was human and worked to correct.)
The odds are good that being an early adopter here would result in irreparable freezing damage to delicate organs, and furthermore any children she wanted to have with them, even if they survived intact, would have to incubate in someone else. Carlisle's willing to try it, but on the whole it doesn't look promising.
Carlisle didn't have the luxury of waiting either time he's turned a person, but in this case he's happy to mix strong painkillers and see if any of them help. A vampire will be at no risk of addiction to drugs that prey on humans, and turning itself is certainly proof against side effects usually mitigated by using only single substances and limiting dosage.
Well! While he's here, can he help out in any way before he goes to report to his sister? Renovations with the house, maybe?
She identifies herself as Blair's sister, and mentions that he's spoken a lot about Carlisle and his family and she's heard only good things about them. She dutifully does not mention vampires in it at all, but what she does do is ask if anything helpful could be learned from a willing human subject that would theoretically be losing the option anyway, and therefore can afford to be a test subject. To potentially save someone else from this particular issue.
Carlisle's letter replies that deriving reliably usable information would certainly require test subjects eventually; the actual results might have to wait decades for the technology to catch up, but it's not impossible that careful experiments performed sooner than later could help. But she should certainly consider the possibility of simply - well, it's a letter, euphemism is the order of the day - keeping her options open in the traditional way.
Though, of course, she would need to know the specifics of the experiments in question before actually agreeing to them. Does he have an idea of what those experiments would involve, if he's willing to actually perform them?
(She assures him that she'll understand if the answer is 'no.')
Yvette has already been informed of the mind reader and is thinking thoughts along the lines of, "Yes I am okay with you reading my mind, at least for right now," while also sincerely trying to figure out potential arguments against becoming a vampire that could sway her, and coming up empty. And idly picking between places to be an isolated newborn in. She's a bit of a multitasker.
Yep. Her brother was right. They are all very cute. ... But also she's wondering what their anti-vampire arguments are, she doesn't at all doubt that Blair told her everything he knew, but maybe there is something that he overlooked? Are they going to get to that? She'll wait, but it's going to bug her.
...
This is an understatement, she realizes that they might take this answer as shallow or overly flippant or uncaring. She moves to correct it.
"Sorry, I realize that sounded like I was being flippant, I'm not. The single most - non-personal compelling reason not to become a vampire is so that I don't kill someone else. And if that were unable to be - mitigated, at all, if there were no alternatives, I would not be willing to become a vampire at all. But, that can be avoided, and I will sincerely try very hard to do so." Including 'Blair has standing permission to turn me to gravel.' That is on the table, she seems to find the prospect that her brother will turn her to gravel over letting her kill some innocent person very soothing.
"I find mate bonds frankly a bit disturbing, and the prospect of losing the ability to bear children very personally and very viscerally bothers me. I know about the constant throat pain and relegating myself to eating things that - he described it to me - tastes rotten and horrible and like every swallow of blood is vile, while there's something a thousand times better within easy reach if I just let myself have it. I know that there will be a natural inclination to violence buried in my skull and that if I want to not act violent I have to fight it, every minute of every day. I know that breaking things will come so easily to me that I'll have trouble not, and that animals will hate me. I know I'll be isolated from humanity, because I will no longer be human. I know that my peers will be seven vegetarians and then a ton of vampires that casually kill people because they're delicious. I know I'll be under the jurisdiction of a government that is partially run by a witch whose power is to see every moment of my life, every thought I've ever had, and that they can and will kill me if I step out of line," she says, calmly. Blair was very thorough.
"But I'm - forgive me, this is a little hard to explain - I'm not done yet. With life, with the things I want to do, with things I've learned, ways I've grown and changed and made the world a little bit better as best I can. I have not read all of the books in the world, I have not seen all of the interesting places there are to visit, the various diseases of the world are not yet gone. Vampires exist, and they eat people. Things are not okay, I don't want to - proverbially clock out before the job is done. And that would be what death is. That would be what staying human is, when I know that death's what happens to humans, no matter what.
"And I don't expect I'll ever be done. And that's okay, that's not - I'm not damned for that. I don't consider this a fate I am resigned to, I consider it a bright future with a thousand possibilities that could be at my fingertips. I don't expect I'll ever want to stop being alive, I look at the possible things I could do if I had forever, whether they're for myself or for the world at large, and they dwarf whatever I could manage in the span of an ordinary life. Technology gets better every year, I want to see what happens with it, what it does, where it goes, what I can do with it. I want to learn how to play every instrument, learn chemistry and anatomy and engineering and astronomy and whatever other things humanity discovers, because the universe is such a big place and we know only so much. I want the perfect memory and the extra space in my head and the comfortable safety and the time. I won't have to sleep, eating will become bi-weekly instead of thrice-daily, I won't get sick or tired and if I get hurt I can be easily fixed, and I won't die unless someone kills me. I am the only window to the world that I have, why wouldn't I want to keep it in the best condition for as long as possible? I am precious, if I want to do anything else, I need to live. And I have so much I haven't done."
She trails off. She looks at Blair.
Blair will kill me.
"Like I said, would really prefer not to eat anyone, ever. A few decades," she says, "versus potentially forever. It is admittedly risky if I decide I want to die, but I think the odds are highly in my favor. I value those decades highly and I still think it's worth the risk. This isn't a lottery, this is me, and how I think and how I work."
"Witchcraft can run in families. It doesn't always, but it can. If you have a power the Volturi want, they'll pay attention to you. You can't adopt children, not young ones anyway - unless you want to lie to them their whole lives, somehow pretend to be human. If you turn a child that's the death penalty for you and anyone who shelters you, so you'd have to be ready to have the immortality you want so much held in your mouth and not give it to any children you were ever near. You might also have some concern for the state of your soul."
"I would not want to turn them when they were children," she says primly, "because they would then be children for the rest of eternity and that is a really terrible idea. If I draw the Volturi's attention I will handle that accordingly, but the mere possibility's not enough to scare me off. And..." She peers at Edward, a little confused. "The state of my soul?"
"Edward believes we've lost our souls," Carlisle murmurs. "I don't think it can be as simple as that, but it might be worth considering if you're giving up more than just your human lifetime."
"Ah," she says, after a pause. "Yes, I suppose that's worth considering. Hm."
She considers.
She is of the opinion that if a god kept innocent vampires out of eternal paradise, even when they were turned unwillingly, even if they didn't kill anyone, she doesn't want to be in that god's paradise anyway. Also maybe wants to commit some blasphemy. ... Also probably wants to commit some blasphemy. Killing deities is viable, right? Right. Just give her time and maybe a pocketknife, she'll be good to go.
Besides, this is a thing she can't really know or account for, is it? She was never a fan of churches that talked about what God needs you to do in order to be Saved. Because no god has shown up to actively demand anything of anyone in particular, at least as far as she can tell. Just a lot of people with a lot of conflicting stories all saying that their way is the right way. While in the meantime, they commit very real, very living atrocities, and say it is in the name of the soul...
Yeah, no, she can't account for that. She'd go mad. If there is a god, and if he or she is upset with her decisions, he or she will have to understand that she lacked information to work with while trying her sincerest to make the world a better place, and being blamed for making the wrong decision with the weight of eternity while trying to do the right thing is - well. See her thoughts on wanting to commit some blasphemy.
She's not sure how to word this politely.
"The more than just my human lifetime is not actually proven to me. As far as I know, I have just this one life to live, I can't rely on the ideal that I have another in a better place while living this one, or account for the second with proof that I just don't have. Building my life around hearsay is not the way I want to live. And if God does exist, and He has opinions on my conduct, I imagine he will take into account more than just my pedigree when choosing whether I get damnation or not." Or the system is flawed and should cease to be.
Pause.
"Sorry," she says to Edward, she is vaguely aware that he did just get her going, 'Yep, I'd commit some blasphemy.'
"So, are there any other illegal vampire things that I don't know about? I hadn't known about the children, is there a reason besides it being kind of cruel...?"
"They don't grow up," murmurs Carlisle. "Their memories are as good as any vampire's, but they can't improve their impulse control, they never mature. And they are still vampires, and they are - very compelling, very appealing, covens used to die to protect them before the Volturi stamped them out, even as the little ones slaughtered entire villages. For a while the Volturi kept a few, they had the resources to control them - but they never found a way to make them capable of secrecy."
...
And judging from his opinion of the importance of being human, and that - that face... Carlisle had not taken the easy path of 'bite and then true love.' Willingly. He's not quite clear on the details after, because Carlisle's only turned people in emergencies, but there is definitely some 'My mate was human and I let her be so she could live a normal human life' in that gaze.
He's seen mates being mates at each other. That would take a tremendous amount of willpower.
He smiles at Carlisle faintly, but doesn't comment out loud.
"He did," nods Esme. "It was pure coincidence that he found me again before I died. He wasn't looking."
"Noted."
She notes that if Edward were her mate he probably would have noticed by now, which means her viable vampire options are down to three, and they have the highest body counts. (Them being female doesn't seem to matter very much to her.) That's exciting. And by exciting she means augh.
"Still doesn't change anything," she says, and it doesn't. It just bothers her. A lot. New topic, please?
But no, seriously, that's really useful. If - potentially stagnating for herself in the future, but she's okay personality-wise right now. ... She thinks.
Well. She doesn't spit fire, so. Victory, she guesses.
"Okay. Glad to hear it."
Also a bit more murderous, she notes but doesn't say. It's not that she thought that killing people was impossible for him, just that he's got it more available as an option now. And has used it. Which is a little creepy, but she's rolling with it.
She nods.
Yvette is kind of bemused that the Cullens think becoming a vampire is a huge mistake. She double checks to make sure she hasn't missed any important information, finds she hasn't, and then is politely confused about why they think she's making a huge mistake.
But since they seem to just be thinking along different wavelengths and have stopped talking about things of value, she moves on from this and on to planning. What experiments are planned, do they have an experiment plan, what is involved with aforementioned experiment plan? Do they have recommendations for comfortable newborn vampire locations besides 'lots of wilderness and no people'? She is not naturally inclined to live in America, but acknowledges that it's the smart option because the Cullens are present. She agreed to experiments, and it would be highly impractical to get her across the ocean while she's in the middle of turning. So location recommendations would be appreciated.
The Cullens are willing to look after her but their current house is a little close to town. She could go to Denali, if she prefers, or Esme and Edward (who do not have day jobs to hold down - well, Edward has actually been taking classes, but he can skip them) can bring her somewhere in the middle of nowhere to look after her while she adjusts.
He's not exactly sure how it would end badly, but he's quite sure it would end badly for someone involved, and likely multiple someones.
While she's willing to admit that her major sin is in fact pride, she's not actually self destructive enough to not want the Cullens as potential minders at all. An uninhabited island near enough to Rochester to be a relatively fast travel time seems the best bet. Luckily, they have the great lakes nearby, and those have islands in them. Does stashing her on one sound agreeable?
She and Carlisle work out an experiment plan. Blair is sent to find a suitable island that is far away from humans and has appropriately sized animals, and does so. Yvette notes that she'll go through a lot of clothes while she's a newborn, and gets two suitcases and fills them with suitable, cheap, and expendable clothes. Instead of staying at the Cullen's house, she has a hotel room - she is of the opinion that there's really nothing stopping her from blowing most of her savings now, and she would really rather not impose more than she already is by existing and wanting to become sparkly but non-murderous.
Preparation is neat and orderly and thorough, though Yvette frets a bit over not having planned enough. But then she's out of things she can prepare for on this side of the three days of agony.
And then - well. She's ready for experimental surgery, and subsequent turning.
The reading helps. A little. As much as anything could help. She attempts to pay attention to the plots of the novels she's being read and add commentary. This seems to be soothing.
When he runs out of books he switches to Fun Vampire Facts, then a terrifyingly detailed psychological evaluation of his former coven, then his thoughts on how it feels like his power can grow more and brainstorming ideas for how he can help train it to be better, then describing some of the places he's visited in his relatively short time as a vampire, then...
On and on and on.
"Well, Blair ran out of books, but I didn't, if you haven't lost your taste for reading aloud. One of us could also nip out and bring you something to read. You don't seem imminently about to require subdual by two people, although if you require it by one I'd be better at it than him."
She hums thoughtfully. She attempts to do more with the intangible thing, feeling very much like someone flailing about in the dark, if that someone were not a vampire, and were in fact in danger of tripping over a stray shoe and having an unexpected introduction between their face and the ground.
...
It feels very much like pulling something. Or - no, the thing is unchanged. She's not pulling. Copying, maybe? Copying a blueprint of, maybe.
She switches from a tree to the ground, and repeats this thing.
She now has two sort-of-blueprints. One for grass and some dirt, one for tree bark.
"I am definitely copying something but I have no idea what it's for."
That doesn't feel right, though. This feels - active. Sort of. Can she do anything with the copies? ... No, not without the intangible thing, anyway. She picks up a rock and extends the intangible thing into it, and attempts to do something with the copies. ... She pulled for the copies, maybe she can push?
She pushes.
The rock now has a bit of it that is made of bark.
"I have transmutation," she says, softly and slightly triumphant.
She needs chemistry books. Also a degree in, in - everything, she would like a degree in everything. Biology and geology and chemistry and anatomy and a thousand other things that she could use this fantastic power for. Can she do stuff that belongs to vampires? Let's test it, for science. She pulls her transmutation zone into her pinky finger, copies the material of the nail, and pushes it at the poor abused rock.
... This is harder than transmuting bark. She frowns, and pushes harder.
It goes, but slowly, and then part of the rock is made out of vampire fingernail.
"... I am kind of too excited to think of legitimate ways to exploit this right now, I mostly just want to run around cackling," she observes, looking at the newly transmuted rock. She bounces a bit, grinning.
She takes to being a vampire very well. She noticeably has a temper, but she's usually more angered by the urge to rip something's head off than whatever caused her to want to rip something's head off. This translates to occasional growling and stomping off to brood instead of ripping off limbs or attacking anyone. Her power becomes a good port of call when she's upset: even when she's not trying to figure out the lengths of her power, she seems to find it very soothing to push transmutation at objects.
Blair is very good at dealing with her, and avoids her wrath almost entirely. Edward is not so lucky, but Blair thinks helpful instructions at him and this helps. They manage to keep everyone's limbs where they belong, though lots of trees get some very passive aggressive makeovers. (Yvette conscientiously puts them back when she's done, otherwise a human might notice eventually.)
Books are fetched for bored vampires to read, along with interesting materials for Yvette to copy; newspaper, glass, cotton, things that he can easily get without stealing.
(Blair's highly tempted to steal something made of, say, gold, but he gets the impression that his companions would find this objectionable, even if he put it back after Yvette copied it. So he doesn't.)
She plays with her power most of the time. There's a lot of nuance to it, once she gets to playing with it. At first it's simply pushing copies of other materials she's made at the entire transmutation area, but then she figures out how to push the material at part of it, and then claws her way to two different materials at once. Then, she works at fine-detail manipulation. Stretching out the area that she can work with is hard - it does not want to work over a large area. It wants to be a small amorphous blob. She growls at it, and then starts figuring out how to shape the blob. If she keeps it as thin as she can get it she can stretch it out further into something to get at it for transmutation. This is tricky. Also not very fun.
She'd like to have a larger library of potential materials, but for that she needs to get off the island. And to get off the island, she needs to be safe.
... She wonders what the plan is for getting her to not be a murderer. Waft things smelling of humans in front of her, test her control without any actual person in danger?
The plan is to have her near an actual human, ideally one who can't see her, with her minders by to decapitate her if necessary. Things that smell of humans might be useful preliminaries but will not actually test her control. They can't duplicate the sound of a heartbeat or the warmth of the real scent.
She does not lunge.
It's unpleasant (she wonders how the hell Blair managed to casually hold conversations with her while she was human, how any of them managed it), but she keeps herself very still and breathes in and out evenly and runs through her 'I will not eat people' litany over and over in her head at lightning speed. She will not eat people, here are her reasons why, she refuses to be something she does not choose to be and she does not choose to be a killer.
And then the human drifts out of her range of scent. They probably just had a pleasant canoe ride.
But (possibly to Edward's surprise) she does not get cocky. She does not want to leave the island just yet. She'll have a few more unknowing humans sent past her before she's even willing to be visible to them. So a few more humans are sent past her, and she doesn't lunge.
And then, tentatively, she thinks she's ready to be put in front of an actual human, and maybe try talking to one.
She is very, very careful about this, though. There are lots of people! People are very breakable. Some people bleed monthly, and while this wouldn't send her into a frenzy on account of the hormones in the blood, it still makes it a bit uncomfortable. So she's going to mostly stay indoors and keep away from the squishy humans. She is worried for their safety.
(But she joyously copies all of the materials, look at all of these materials she can copy, there are so many, look at them all! Gold and silver and brick and iron and steel and every single material she can walk up and touch.)
She pockets her half-transmuted current project and zips away to pack a suitcase so she can be elsewhere for a while and runs over the things another newborn would want to know and what she'll have to deal with and -
It occurs to her that the bleeding woman might have a similar reservation about vampirism that Yvette might, and that Yvette personally has a way to maybe copy and remake the important parts before vampirism makes it impossible.
"Edward, can you tell if she cares?" she asks, freezing mid-pack.
Well, now she has a job to do.
That actually makes this much, much easier. It makes it very simple.
She zips to the woman's side, and focuses on doing her job. Her knowledge of anatomy is not as fantastic as Carlisle's, but she was a fucking nurse, and she knows the general area she's aiming for. Besides, she can just copy it all. The problem is that to do it she needs to touch the bleeding woman's abdomen, and that is currently covered in blood and stop hesitating you idiot every second you waste is putting her potential children at risk and she touches it anyway and copies and moves the transmutation area and copies again and again in an efficient grid system until she's definitely gotten everything she possibly can in the relevant area.
Yvette flinches away and zips to the sink because fucking hell her hand is now covered in blood fuck fuck fuck fuck. She doesn't bother with soap, just getting most of it off will help - shit she can just transmute it to water can't she, she's an idiot, she does that. Water.
She actually belatedly notes she dented the sink's handles a bit in her very justified desperation but doesn't care and retrieves her suitcase from Blair and then runs.
"Well. Sort of. She finished turning on the island. She's not quite as even-keeled as you were and she doesn't like being a vampire as much as you do," Esme says. "And she made a... clear-headed decision, not an impulse, to go after the men who attacked her. I can't say we're happy about it but to stop her we'd have to... well. She isn't acting irrationally, so we are... not intercepting her."
She glances up when she hears Rosalie coming and closes the book.
"Hello," she says, because she's not sure what else to say. She'll let Rosalie take the lead, here.
"I have a transmutation power," she explains, "that lets me copy things and then remake them. I realized it might matter to you that you couldn't have kids as a vampire, I know it mattered to me. So I had Edward check to see if you cared, and according to him you did, so I copied everything biologically relevant to letting you have kids and can remake it later. It can't be used, yet, but I think technology might eventually catch up and then you'll have the option available to you, instead of not."
They don't stay there for very long; Yvette is a little antsy to get back to the correct side of the Atlantic, and doesn't find the Denali coven very interesting, though she's perfectly friendly. Blair is, quite predictably, very charming to all three of them.
But then Yvette would like to stalk a college's science department and several libraries and she can't do that as well in Alaska as she could elsewhere, so away they go. To the correct side of the Atlantic.
They go to England, because Yvette's missed it. She's introduced to the nearby covens, with Blair clarifying that she's under control now. They find her mildly novel, just like Blair, though she's a bit more so because she's also a newborn, but ultimately don't really care about her. This is fine by her. She parks near Oxford and stalks their science department. Who needs to enroll when you're a vampire with superpowers? Not her. She learns all of the best spots to listen to lectures, and listen she does.
Blair stays around her for a while, making sure that she's not going to eat anyone, but soon he gets a bit bored. His sister doesn't need a constant babysitter anymore. And his power's still not developed, it feels like he is out of shape. It's annoying. Niggling in his head that he's got a thing to work on to be better and isn't taking it. Now there aren't any emergencies to take care of, and everyone he cares about is safe. Time to go refine it.
He pokes at it on his own in London some more; there are enough people there to make it a pretty good place to practice finding people. He figures out how to set it to the equivalent of 'find all' and from there claws himself something that tells him where people are in a certain radius of himself. Woefully smaller than he'd like, but whatever. It's easier to use his vampire senses, but any minor power expansion is a victory, here.
From there - he's not sure how to get it better. Trying to speed up how quickly he gets a proper signature from people doesn't really work. He tries to get it to tell the difference between vampires and humans, but the power doesn't lend itself to that type of sorting.
Eventually, he gets a bit frustrated. He tries asking his power to lead him to someone that can help him fucking figure out his power.
Why does he feel like he's an entrée at a restaurant?
She's unsettling, in a way that doesn't exactly make him want to run, but makes him want to have an ally present, some witness to make sure he's not about to be picked up and shipped off to who knows where to be eaten. Despite how vampires aren't very edible.
Well, he's not one for backing down when he's decided something, and she already knows he exists. Might as well be bold.
He walks up to her like he's meeting a friend, and then says, for the benefit of the humans nearby, "Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you here. Mind if I join you?"
He's getting a lot from this conversation, at least from his power. Talking's the best way to let it do its privacy invasion thing, after all, even if the conversation's mostly bullshit.
Blair feels pretty justified in his measured and calculated unease. According to his power this woman is scary. Not just in the sense that she could likely kill him - that's not really a surprise, he's still very young, drinks animal blood, and has kept out of fights in general - but in the sense that she's just completely amoral. Very like she's focused on something else, but his power's not telling him just what that is.
... But he could hazard a guess, considering the circumstances. Does she hunt witches? Not to kill, certainly, but for something else. He just can't figure out what.
His teacher lets herself in. The lock doesn't work.
The apartment doesn't smell like any vampires other than her.
"So," she says, rolling her long sleeves back from her hands. "What brings you to me?"
She copied his power.
Okay. That's fine. She's absolutely fucking terrifying, but that's fine.
"It can't tell the difference between vampires and humans at all, I'd like to figure out a way to tell with just my power. That's the major one that bothers me, but otherwise it just feels like it's - not accurate enough. A bit unfocused, maybe."
The first gets nothing, the second gets an answer but it's not vampires only, the third does the same but with different subjects. Blair is included in both the second and third. It might be possible to have multiple 'searches' out at once, but the power doesn't seem to have that ability.
"Well, that depends on how you work, how you think about it, why you have this power instead of someone else or something else. Hmm, I have a process usually but maybe your silly power will let me take a shortcut." She circles him, quizzing her copy about this fellow's style.
He's highly adaptable and loves exploring, but not for the sights. It's for the people that he meets, and for what he learns about the world. He likes seeing things big-picture style as much as possible, and he likes being as equipped as possible to handle whatever the world throws at him. This mostly seems to be in the sense that he should improve, not that he should get cool toys. He should know as much about a situation as possible, understand as many languages as possible, and be able to handle a given situation physically and mentally, and know who to go to for help. This means well-used witch powers and the ability to fight, but also self control, an open mind, and a good idea of what the world's actually like instead of just vague concepts of it.
Once she looks, it's pretty obvious why the power grades on a curve; he's of the opinion that context is highly important when judging people. Writing off an entire culture for being lesser in comparison to another culture is - not exactly incorrect, but short-sighted, and to properly judge something one has to judge it by the circumstances that surround the something too. So his power is being 'helpful' and accounting for the context on its own, at least for vampires and humans.
Also, he prefers black and dark red as colors, has a strong preference for hand-made objects over factory-made objects, eats animals instead of people because he hates the idea of not having perfect self control, and likes playing chess.
"... Not exactly." They are getting into something he considers to be kind of private, but witch powers are very personal, so it makes sense. He won't close up and tell her to bugger off. He thinks back, and disentangles the emotions he had back then. "The exact thoughts I had put into 'the situation' was of more than just the condition of being a vampire, but the condition of being a vampire who could not just see humans as food. On account of my power."
"Now, I'm a vampire who's pretty firmly of the opinion that I'm just - myself. I have a set of abilities that are different than what they were, and a set of downsides that I need to account for, but I'm whatever I choose to be if I work at it long enough. With superpowers."
"Oh, I only take the equivalent in twenty-four carat gold." She reaches out and boops his nose for a power update. "There's a while before my other witch gets home. Want to see what else you can get this thing to do while it's in a cooperative mood?"
"Sure. The - me as a comparison point got me thinking, could I use other people as comparison points? 'Find a person who would be helpful to this person in front of me'?"
Come on, Blair's power. Witches feel all kinds of ways about their powers, but... "feeling all kinds of ways about being genuinely unique in all the world"? About "being special", for a ludicrously high threshold, she can filter the royalty and narcissists herself...?
"Sure. You get updates to my power if I make breakthroughs?"
Does he actually want to work on this part of his power with her present? Actually want her to get a copy of his power that could possibly be used to find witches?
She doesn't hurt the witches. She might, if she had a reason, but at the moment she doesn't. As far as he can tell, she seems to like the novelty - see a new power, get it as well developed as possible, move on to the next one. Though he could see her showing up to ask to borrow his, as well, if they manage to persuade it to let her find witches.
... Maybe she'd be very casual about hurting witches if it would help them make progress on their power. That's certainly possible. He's not sure what witch powers would require hurting, but considering how psychological witch powers seem to be, it's not impossible for it to occur. This fact is concerning. He doesn't know how to fix it, but it's concerning.
He doesn't think she'd do permanent harm to witches, besides possibly a little bit of trauma. It just doesn't make sense. There are circumstances where it might, but these aren't it. Hell, if anything, she probably wants to befriend as many witches as possible. They mean more resources to draw upon, more trustworthy sources to corroborate for witches she just met that yes, she is nice, and the witch should let her play with their power. Well. 'Nice.' She'll stop being nice when it's convenient to not be nice.
But he gets the impression that violence is not her default, nor is it the first port to turn to in a storm; too prone to chance, too messy. She doesn't have a bunch of scars from vampire bites, and she makes friends with human witches, and she's been downright friendly this entire time.
...
Yeah, okay. Not worth potentially stunting himself forever to keep the power out of her hands. Let's sincerely work on this.
He gets to sincerely working on this!
"... I don't think my power wants to just go with a vague helpful," he says. "It doesn't want to do that with me, let alone other people. I'll have to be specific. Helpful to playing with magic sound about right for finding you witches?"
He tries just throwing that search at his power. 'Find me a person Addy would find helpful to playing with magic.' It doesn't go. Ugh, finicky power. Okay. Personality based, personality based, why does it let him find the exact right things for himself but not for other people?
...
No, he's coming at that wrong. He can't wail at his power and expect it to bend, it doesn't work that way. He's got to be flexible. It will let him find things for himself. What is the obvious way to get other people under the blanket of finding things for him, but letting it play to what they want?
Well now the answer's obvious. He has to be the biggest team player the world has ever seen.
He can't, exactly, make himself be a team player with Addy, but he can do something similar. He wants to be able to find witches. She wants to be able to find witches. They Have A Common Goal. They are Working Together Towards This Common Goal. Her goals are his, he wants it, too. We would like to find Addy people to play with magic with.
He smirks. He holds out his hand to Addy.
It doesn't exactly let the user just look for other people's goals, but it will let them borrow someone else's if they go and rationalize that everyone present has the same goals and are definitely working together towards them.
"I don't know if it'll let you find witches, actually, but it's letting me now, through you."
He attempts this thing! It is hard. He doesn't make any immediate progress, even as he tries ones that would have very interesting intersections.
"Maybe I'm coming at this wrong," he mutters. "This power of mine seems to think in silly moon logic, I am not thinking enough in silly moon logic..."
"I mean, I will multitask if the circumstances call for it, and they often do, but I really don't want to get into a situation where I am juggling so many things I can't give each one the attention it deserves. So I tend to keep it to a minimum if I can, unless it's some kind of emergency."
He closes his eyes and attempts to pretend that the Volturi are after him for his power and will rip him away from everyone he cares about. Demetri hasn't seen him yet but he needs to make sure he never does, right this second, the longer it takes him the more likely he'll be screwed. Killing Demetri is impossible, he's guarded by Jane. The best way to win is to run, but run in a way that won't get him spotted by the one that could actually chase him forever, he needs to out-track him, c'mon -
Augh, doesn't go, his search doesn't accept 'Volturi' as a valid concept - vampire witches, he can do that, he got vampires and he got witches, those are doable, combine damn it.
Have personal opinions on vampire transition/good for playing with magic with?
It does one after the other, vampires then witches, he can pay attention to what lights up twice, but that's vague and directional and prone to messing up, he can only really detect them all if it does both at once, c'mon it's an emergency work damn you I need you to work.
He tries again - there's a bit of an overlap period, brief but definitely present, that's almost it, yes, come on, don't even lie and say you can't he knows he can multitask -
Two at once, again, push - and they overlap and both stay. Now detecting vampire witches.
He opens his eyes, blinking.
"... Got it. Couldn't get Volturi specifically, but I got vampire witches."
Understand mate bond/in heavy mourning?
It's tricky and he has to push, it's not as easy as just looking for one, he slips the first time he tries it and just has a brief overlap, but his second try he gets it to go.
"They're more difficult, I slipped a bit and just had a brief overlap instead of both of them going the first time, but I got it on the second."
He tries more things.
It's not easy, but he can start consistently not slipping if he keeps pushing at this. ... Clearly he needs to practice at it more, but that's doable, he can practice at it more.
"I can make it stop slipping but it's still difficult to do. I think I'll need to practice at it a lot."
"You might be able to get more precise location information. And you might be able to sort by absence of feelings - you currently get people who have strong opinions about things, but sometimes it might be expedient to have it the other way 'round. And I think you could definitely learn to pick up more detail faster from a cold start."
Slightly risky, kind of puts her in the same area his sister will be in, but he thinks Yvette will actually want to get help with her power anyway. And if she doesn't, he will tell Addy to meet him elsewhere for power pokes.
But! Eventually Addy's human returns, and Blair would not like to freak the human out with The Second Strange Vampire; he bids Addy farewell and goes back to England.
He finds his sister. He tells her about the witch teacher who's kind of amoral but also really good at her job. ... Yvette is kind of uncomfortable with this but her power does not invade privacy and is highly fiddly. She could use a witch teacher.
She wraps up what things there are to wrap up in Oxford, and then Blair leads her back to Addy. ... And then persuades her to make the equivalent of ten thousand francs in twenty-four carat gold. Because it's funny.
Addy where are you, Blair has got a present. And a sister. He has both of those things!
"The latest thing I was working on was trying to transmute while moving the transmutation area," says Yvette, because Yvette is very business focused and a little uncomfortable. "Because the area I can transmute really doesn't want to get bigger. I've managed to claw half a cubic centimeter out of it so far but uh, it's sort of like banging my head against a brick wall."
"Copying, yes definitely, transmuting, mostly no, depending on the materials I'm working with. Something simple to something else simple I can manage almost quickly. And no, the transmutation's not attached to my hands, I can transmute with my elbow or something just fine, it's a total area, not a per-hand thing."
"Tried the hair, I could transmute it, but the hair itself doesn't work as an anchor. Just skin. Joining up objects depends on the type of surface between them - I haven't been able to transmute air into anything at all, but I've managed to get liquids, so if I submerge two objects in water I can join them up, or if I connect them with a suitably not-filled-with-air substance. I can make air, the problem's that air feels too mobile for me to grab. I've been working on it. I got some soap to mess with the surface tension of water to practice harder things and maybe see about working my way up to air."
"When I had just turned, the edge of whatever transmutation I made was one and the same as the edge of the transmutation area - to get fiddly little details I had to fiddle with the shape of the transmutation area itself. Now, I can just make them in whatever shape I want, as long as it's in the transmutation area. This actually makes it significantly easier to have distance, because before it would always have a little trail of whatever it is I was making leading back to my anchor. I could put it back, but now I don't need to waste my time changing it and putting it back at all. Though it's faster to let the transmutation area be my border if I can."
"I'm not sure! It doesn't seem to have anything to do with my ability to handle it. The times that I've worked at getting it bigger it sort of feels like a, a - stretchy kind of hurt? Sort of like I'm overreaching. I don't know what's causing it at all." Pause. "It's annoying."
"I like knowing all of everything about a topic I'm working on, and having - I suppose control over a situation. Thinking out all of my options, making a neat little to-do list, planning everything out and making sure whatever I'm doing is going to go as well as possible. I can sometimes get stuck, moved to inaction because I feel that I don't know everything or that I might mess up." Pause. "... Now that I've said that all out loud the problem with the size of the transmutation area makes sense."
She retrieves a bit of gold from her brother, transmutes it to diamond for the sake of seeing how fast she can do it without studying it, and then she transmutes it back. Then she studies her copy of diamond.
The next time she transmutes it, it's definitely faster. Not incredibly fast, but the speed of the transmutation's improved.
Yvette smiles a little, and pronounces, "Studying them looks like a step in the right direction. ... I bet with how I work I can wrestle my power into helping me study what I copy."
"I think you can get faster, I think you can get the area larger... I wonder," Addy muses, "if you can get range beyond touch. It doesn't seem to want it, but it's often possible in touch range powers. I also wonder if you could learn higher-level information about the nature of things you copy than just their physical structure - read books by touching them at some normal reading speed, say."
"Mm - not so much tricking yourself, per se, as tricking the parts of your logic that gave rise to the power. If you can think, all the way through yourself, 'this is stupid, it should work like this instead, it would only make sense that way', you're halfway there."
Yvette shrugs. "Distracted by shiny new vampirism? Just thinking that's how it works and not questioning it? Thinking they have all the time in the world and then never getting around to it?" Pause. "I am not very good at this, I was playing with my power ten minutes after I finished turning."
"Personally, I was a bit busy," says Blair. "I had a coven to plan to kill and then had to figure out how not to murder people randomly and then needed to get you vampirism and my witch power seemed a bit less important in comparison to all of that. I'd poked at it, but hadn't seriously sat down and figured out how to make it better. I imagine that someone could get into a similar situation and then just never pick it up again."
Yvette prods at her power a little bit more with Addy's help. She wrestles a better copied-item organization scheme, and this helps her get faster with everything else, but a lot of it's just going to come down to practice. Her power is very stubborn about being touch based, though Yvette is optimistic about persuading it to work from her nails and hair instead of just her skin.
Eventually it is nearing the time that humans will cease sleeping! There's more work to be done on Yvette's power, but she seems to have the right sort of mindset and has already proven to apply herself from the beginning to improving it. She and Blair depart.
Yvette goes back to Oxford, because gosh, she has got some more chemistry to learn while she plays with her power!
Inside he goes. "She is exactly how I'm thinking. Not wanting to see her is fair; I haven't mentioned you at all. ... But I do think that if you can you should work on your power a bit, I get the impression that a lot of them can really grow if you put in the effort. And then if you don't, it's stuck like it is forever."
Blair thinks 'the ability to turn it off' is a pretty good idea, because always-on mind reading sounds really obnoxious when you don't want to hear everyone's thoughts.
"Edward, most covens manage all right without a telepath. You can have a break from looking out for us," Esme says.
"Even so."
But it is ultimately up to Edward, and he will shoo if Edward doesn't want to try it at all. If he does, though, he's got Blair's help.
"That's not the only thing possible," he points out, for Esme's benefit, "if you don't want an off-switch."
But Blair can't really get a good idea of what direction his powers might go if pushed, what are Edward's thoughts on why this is his witchcraft?
"Stop me if this is getting annoying and you'd like me to stop bugging you about it."
"I was always very good at reading people. I don't remember it very clearly, but... I could tell if they were lying, distracted, angry, manipulative. And now I get more detail and more distance. It's already a remarkable stretch. I suspect it doesn't go any farther and that it's incompatible with the nature of the power for it to only work when I try, because social reading is so automatic."
So personalized off-switches got rejected and an ordinary off-switch got rejected and filtering's a bust and range is a bust and extra detail seems to not be a thing Edward wants to aim for, social, social -
(He is getting the impression that Edward seems to want to be a bit tortured by his power, and this seems like a thing that might be mildly unpleasant and like something that Edward might like to stop, Blair is kind of confused.)
Ah-ha. Okay. Hear him out. Social is more than just reading other people. It's not just a thing that happens automatically. The thing about social is that it's communication. Proverbial reading goes hand in hand with proverbial writing. They are literally using this for communication right now. What's stopping Edward from gaining the other side of this social interaction? That is, telepathy. Or if that's too far, figuring out how to word things so that Edward will be easily understood.
He clarifies that he is brainstorming and that if Edward thinks there is a direction his power can jump, then they should definitely do that.
Also, Blair has ideas for why that wouldn't work. Edward's getting thoughts in his synaesthetic format. But thoughts don't work like that, there isn't a universal thought language. Some people think in the color of music or the texture of trees or a number of other things, just shoving what Edward gets at people in the same format doesn't seem like it would work, it seems like Edward might need to know who he's talking to. That just makes sense for social interaction, it's all translation from all of the different ways people think, and language is just the major medium used.
"Yes, believe it or not, I know that people think differently, Blair. It was more complicated than what you're thinking; verbalizing it is simply challenging in a language that was not designed for discussing all the possible flavors of telepathy. It still didn't work."
Uhhhhh meta power for guarding his own social equivalent of 'body language'? Protect himself against other mind readers? ... That's damned impossible to test, not the best idea.
Ferrying thoughts he gets to other people? Something to get the general feel of a crowd without having to personally read every single mind present? Not that this is a problem, he's a vampire, nevermind there. Range extension for people he knows? Blair almost thinks 'way to tell if they're vampires or not' and then recalls that Edward wouldn't have the same problem he did, so he quickly skips over that.
... Is he sure he doesn't want to try for the thing that lets him turn it off for certain people of his choice? That seems just useful without the stated downsides he's mentioned so far.
"If my power wanted to orient defensively I could try it against you," Edward points out. "But it might be a drawback if the Volturi visit. Wouldn't want to look like I have something to hide. My range for people I know did grow over time. Though it's hard to disentangle from my knowledge of people growing while the span of possible ranges was fixed, I suppose. And - emergencies are seldom, but if I had been giving Carlisle privacy when he found Rosalie, I would not have been able to warn you and Yvette. As an example."
Blair gets the implication that the thing to worry about for the Volturi is not them thinking he has something to hide, but them thinking that they would like him to join them. And if he makes a defense, assumingly he could drop it, in which case, they'd see it as a sign of trust. ... Of course, he could always figure out how to just hide certain things, make everything else look ordinary... Bad Blair, don't go thinking of ways to subvert the Volturi, that is how you get set on fire.
Personalized off switches unless a person thinks his name? He doesn't have to use it if he doesn't want to, but there might come a time when he would like to, and it'd be a shame if he couldn't.
Well, Blair doesn't know about Edward, but Blair sure notices when people say his name, or occasionally syllables that are close to his name. Just a - psychological thing that's built into one's brain. Recognizing important syllables that coincide with oneself. Since Edward's power manifests as hearing, doesn't it make sense for it to carry over to it?
Yes, but you can choose to look away, or choose to cover your ears, or even - sometimes his sister has had moments where she completely ignores anything anyone says, not even realizing anyone's said anything at all. This is different from ignoring the information one gets after hearing or looking at someone in the form of automatic reading. This is not getting the information to be automatically interpreted at all. Which Edward can't seem to do - that seems incorrect. If this is a secondary effect of a primary sense, he should have the ability to not have to have that primary sense turned towards the person, like any other sense. Does Edward see what he means?
It's all about thought processes, letting yourself be constrained by rules that aren't actually rules is a great way to stunt yourself. So if he acknowledges that it doesn't work by any other senses, and admits that it doesn't need to, he's (theoretically) a few steps closer to actually removing the rules.
He has to occasionally stop and think What would Addy do, but with his power and experience working with her, his model of her is fairly accurate. Not quite as good as actually having her available, but decent enough to work for their purposes. Blair is kinder than Addy would be, but he definitely displays a stubborn streak. As long as Edward's willing to humor him, he's going to be trying to improve his power. Because damn it, Edward might need or want its improvements one day, and if he ever does, it should be available to him.
But it's up to Edward to make any real progress.
...But one day he manages to stop listening to Blair. And then smiles enigmatically while Blair continues his "not bothering to talk aloud" method of teaching.
(Blair is so happy about this, he keeps resisting the urge to actually dance. Helping out allies! BEST THING!)
That is about the only thing Edward wanted to improve, though, and unlike some other potential magic teachers this actually matters to Blair. So, once they have the second breakthrough, Blair calls it quits and will leave Edward in peace.
Well, after he catches up with the other Cullens. There was some time he spent with them while Edward was away for various reasons, but that's not quite the same as actively focusing on them.
Esme gets help with home improvements; he helps repaint a room and fix siding and then solicits his power to find her a good person to sell the specific type of curtains that go with the style in the bedroom without being too much. Carlisle gets updates on Yvette's progress in learning all of the everything (she is learning a lot of everything, but is keeping away from getting a medical degree until her control's better) and how her control's doing (it hasn't wavered once), and then cheerily talks morality and the value of people and his general philosophy with him. He is not a fan of arbitrary moral constructs, but definitely agrees that people are incredibly important and all deserve the best chance they can get if it doesn't come at the cost of someone else. If it does - well, that gets more complicated. But generally Blair likes to minimize the hurt in the world. Rosalie gets checked on, and then asked if she'd like custom-made jewelry (his sister is planning to practice making jewelry she designs instead of just hunks of metal or endless copies) or anything pretty from foreign places when he inevitably travels around the world. He talks music with Edward, talks about the trends occurring in England and France and promising to get Edward this record while he's over there that's been troublesome to find in the United States.
If he were trying to be manipulative and win them over, this behavior might be annoying, but he's distinctly not. He sincerely likes interacting with them, he likes getting them things they like, likes being friendly. No strings attached.
But eventually, it's time for him to depart. Back to Europe! He gives Yvette descriptions of the jewelry Rosalie would like and buys appropriate records for mailing.
Then, he's got a clear schedule. He finds and pokes Addy (his power is still improving, but more slowly) and informs her that he's probably just going to travel around everywhere and show up periodically to poke her. She's easy to find, anyway. Well, for him. And then he's off again.
He hasn't learned Norwegian yet, and he thinks he can start getting his power to lead him to people he can help. Not in overtly vampiric ways, but helping a troubled family with a bit of well placed money and help finding a job, sitting down and talking to someone that's convinced life is meaningless and no one cares - the right person in the right place can make all the difference to one person. Besides, it's practice with his power. And nice. Efficiency!
Yvette's the one with the regular address. Well - a regular PO box. Same difference. So she's the one that gets mail from the Cullens and hears about news. Not that there's usually much to say.
Oh.
And Yvette wasn't present to copy anything at all.
She is happy for Rosalie finding her mate (... Well she's happy that Rosalie's happy, anyway) but augh damn it she should have been there! Instead - fuck, and it definitely mattered to Rosalie. Idiot idiot idiot she should have realized -
Augh. Just. Augh.
Well. There's nothing to be done for it now. She asks if it would be okay to visit, noting that Blair will notice her change in location and show up eventually after she does, but until then he doesn't know anything's wrong and is currently somewhere in - China, she thinks.
(Not like there's a time limit that matters anymore, all of his blood would have been cleaned up by the time the first letter got to her.)
She also notes that she was not close enough to copy anything before Emmett was turned, and is extremely bothered by this. As such, she'd like to know if they know of any good colleges in the United States for her to solicit all of the knowledge from. Something close enough to reach them before turning complete, at least. She didn't learn the country very well while she was there and carefully being a very safe newborn.
She doesn't write that, and instead goes with, 'It's no trouble at all.'
She picks out a suitable college to stalk in the United States, packs up all of her things, and then abroad she goes. Possibly not to meet Emmett immediately, but to be on the side of the water where she won't irrevocably make mistakes just by being far away.
The Cullens get a letter with the address for her new PO box (located in Boston, the university she ended up going with was Harvard) that tells them where they can find her, and opting out of being near the very strong short tempered newborn. She'd really rather avoid getting into fights with any of her cousins.
And in a few weeks Blair shows up (she moved abruptly, something was obviously up, so here he is) and hears about the situation. Then he hugs her, and reminds her that saving literally everyone is not her responsibility. They will just - not go near while Emmett's still a newborn. Partially because it's easier that way, and partially so Yvette can be a little bit less misery when she meets her new cousin.
...
And also is maybe considering Emmett for a sparring partner. It would be fun! And educational! But he doesn't want to upset Rosalie.
It's fun. Their fighting styles are very different - even when he's no longer a newborn, Emmett's definitely stronger than Blair. And he moves faster than one would expect from him. But he's not very subtle. Blair isn't faster or stronger or even really more experienced - after his first two vampire fights (well, one and a half, since it was mostly ambush) he's avoided all conflict since. But he is clever, and often very subtle. And surprisingly ruthless, though he always draws the line at the proper point. It is still sparring, and will never become anything but.
In an actual fight for her life she thinks she'd use her witch power, but - this is not an actual fight. And her power is kind of terrifying. So she's not touching it. She'll consider potential combat applications of it and work on speeding up transmutation and this does give her an idea to try transmuting moving objects, and -
She seems to be getting over her misery.