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Summary: La Push was awakening. Ancient Blood had begun to stir in the veins of a younger generation beset by pride and blinded by misguided ambition. Her mission was simple; eradicate the threat breeding on the Western shores of the new world. Eradicate the Quileute werewolves.
Warning: There will be some language and some light citrus in the future, but nothing that could seriously damage virgin eyes. Also, this story does not, and most likely will not involve anything from 'Breaking Dawn,' except for Bella's transformation. To tell you the truth I haven't even had time to read passed the book sleeve I've been so busy. So with out further ado...
Prolog:
It is what made her indispensable; made her essential. A power that kept her eternally young, but cost her, her soul. She could remember the exact moment when she awoke to a world of red. Every scent that assaulted her senses. Every second that passed with the wave of a hand. But the image ingrained into her memory, burned forever into her mind; the look upon her fathers face before she killed him.
All because she had the power to hide her scent.
Kayla stepped off the plane, her eyes immediately drawn to the heavy overcast of drab grey above her. She began to weave her way through the sparse crowd surrounding the small plane in the middle of the Port Angeles hanger. No doubt her coming was foreseen. The Cullens had their little Seer, Alice to prepare them. Lucky for Kayla, they were currently 'indisposed.' Oh yes, the news of the eldest Cullen son's wedding to that human, traveled quickly across the appropriate channels. Not of her concern though. She was here merely to take advantage of said distraction. Here to exploit it to her master's whims.
For here in Fork's, it had been discovered that a pack of tactless, ruthless, and none-to-graceful, mongrels resided. And charged with a pilgrimage of sorts, Kayla was here to exterminate them.
'It is a new millennia Kayla, my precious. Time is beating at our door not unlike the beckoning of a war drum.' Aro's voice resonated, his milky crimson eyes revealing nothing but cool determination. 'And yet the past haunts our doorstep. Ancient blood is awakening across the oceans. It threatens our existence and ability to hold sway. Thus, my dear, I charge you. Go now and travel to the new world and rid our kind of this threat. Werewolves stir in the West; put this old vampire's mind at ease.'
The sharp cry of a car horn, pulled Kayla from her thoughts. Her discussion with Aro, in the presence of the rest of the Volturi, was not but a week passed. Yet the words of her mission, mixed with the desperation that lingered in the back of Aro's voice, still echoed fresh throughout her mind. The sky began to rumble with thunderous promises of a downpour. Not that she minded. The hunt had started and the smell of wet dog was much easier to trace than that of a pimply La Push teenager.
Kayla ran a hand of long marble fingers through her wind tussled locks; an adrenaline fused smile turning the corners of her mouth.
The hunt was officially underway.
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