Disclaimer- I don't own twilight. Just the characters I have created.

It should follow the twilight story line with minor changes. Really depends on where the story takes me. It's my first story on fan fiction. I use to write on quizilla back when it was still a website. I should be able to update often since its Christmas break shortly. I hope you enjoy the read.

Prologue

It was tough not only on him but those two little girls that were quite fond of Alison. Especially the youngest since it was her biological mother after all. Charlie couldn't believe that his Allie was gone. She was still so full of life. The funeral was quick and sweet just the way she would have wanted it.

He stood beside her grave that smelled of freshly turned soil and finally was able to let everything he was hold in, out. He was so strong for his baby girl who cried every night for her mother and it broke his heart to think that she would never get to hear her soft spoken voice, which lured her to sleep on restless nights. Or wouldn't get to see her ocean blue eyes light up when she would do something that amazed her.

It killed Charlie to know that he wouldn't be able to smell her vanilla scented skin every single day for the rest of his life. "She's resting easy, Charlie." Her mother Violet Clarke said, holding her fancy bird like hat in her small hands. Charlie quickly wiped his eyes and stood a little straighter. Alison's mother had that affect on people. It was like when she stood in a room you couldn't help but, realize that she demanded respect and you just gave it.

"I know I can feel it." Charlie said, running a hand through his dark hair. Violet gave him a quick squeeze and kneeled down to give Allie's grave a final goodbye. "Cam needs her father more than ever." She said, brushing off her skirt. Charlie nodded and took a deep calming breath. The officers on the scene reported that she hadn't suffered; it was quick and painless death. Charlie took comfort in those words because now he knew that neither one of them suffered.

Violet watched as Charlie slowly made his way over to the little girl clinging to his ex-wife's petite frame. She knew sooner or later the little girl would show signs of their family's nature. Her daughter hadn't carried the gene to morph into what they were but, still had the traits of their blood, eyesight, and hearing. A gift Violet sometime envied, she made the assumption that her father's Quileute gene had a play in; possibly canceling out her dominant gene.

She had made her daughter's death look like an accident. It was demanded of her. Who would have believed an animal would drain the body dry and leave fresh meat to rot? No one because it wasn't an animal that killed her, it was a vampire. Violet had showed up too late to do anything to save her offspring. All she could do was hold her in her arms and sod for her poor baby and unborn grandson. She should have realized sooner that her daughter was expecting. When one of them fall pregnant their blood becomes even more appealing to the bloodsuckers. An advantage they use to lure them to their death.

"Mother, we managed to find him." Her son Axel said, "But we lost his trail. We assume it's because he knows we are onto him." Violet was use to her son's quiet footsteps that she didn't freight when he suddenly appeared. "Don't stress my son; I'm sure at one point in his pitiful life he'll be back for more." She said, turning to glance at her granddaughter. "He had a taste of Alison's blood, and knows there's more."

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-bluee3jay