Up in Canada, way past most towns, there lives a clan of vampires. There are three brothers, two 'fathers', and wives married to two of the brothers. The fathers are Shane and Richard, the two married brothers David and Jonathon, their wives Marie and Anna respectively.

The third brother is Zane, and he's something of the 'baby' of the group, at only twenty years old and two years as a vampire. Like most vampires, he is cold and feels rock hard to the touch, but like the rest of his adopted family, and unlike most others, they have black eyes. None of them know why, assuming it has to do with their somewhat mixed diet of both humans and animals.

Zane was on his bed, listening to his parents go at it three rooms down, and his brothers and sister in laws four down. And he wasn't enjoying it. After all, he was going dry. He had nobody for sex, which was rather troublesome for him, all things considered.

Zane was trying to read a book, some novel about sex that Anna had suggested, but it wasn't helping AT ALL.
The black eyed vampire threw the book across the room with a strangled cry of rage, watching it bounce off of his guitar with a smirk at the noise it made before slipping back into anger and yelling at the top of his lungs "IS EVERYBODY HERE HAVING A GOOD TIME EXCEPT ME?! AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH ONLY HIS HANDS AND A BOOK FOR COMPANY? THAT PIECE OF CRAP WASN'T EVEN SUBSTANSIAL LITURATURE, ANNA!"

The entire house fell silent- for Zane's 'special power' was of sound, he could hear all levels and communicate on them all too. It made for interesting conversation, speaking to someone politely but making sarcastic comments about them in the same breath two decibels lower than they could hear.

"Sorry bro!" David yelled as Jonathon added "I'm not!", which set off a round of arguments, prompting Zane to yell at his family again and bang his head on a steel plate he kept for just these moments. With a growl, mostly to himself, he grabbed his guitar and put it in its case- grabbed his carving knife, one of the few possessions he had owned as a human before meeting Shane and Richard; and a few extra clothes went in a bag. He heard Shane in his door but kept packing, knowing his father would be rolling his eyes and speaking in about ten seconds.
"Going hunting, Zane?"
"No," was the growled reply. "I'm going to Italy to either get laid or get dead!"

Shane shook his head and tsk'ed at that comment. "Head to the Cullens in America. There are plenty of them, and two of their kids are rather adventurous about sexual partners. You'd be better off there."

Zane growled again, but in the end, the young vampire was off, headed to the ever rainy town of Forks, Washington…

(Line)

Seth Clearwater growled as he listened to his sister giggle, yes, giggle at the sweet nothings whispered in her ears by her lover. He growled at the sounds of Emmett and Rosalie moaning and groaning as they danced in the sheets, and growled yet again as he heard the telltale smack of vampire on vampire flesh that signified Jasper had been 'naughty' again and was being spanked by his wife.

Seth and Leah had ended up living with the Cullens when their mother moved in with Charlie and Jacob imprinted on Nessie. Then Leah imprinted on a representative of the Volturi who'd come to keep watch (rather unwillingly) on the young hybrid and the whole thing just went from there.
Not to say, Seth was happy. He was happy for his sister, of course, and for his friends, but he wished they could be more like Edward and Bella, or Carlisle and Esme, about their sexual escapades- that is to say discreet and not in the same house as him. To have it constantly rubbed in his face that they were able to be sexually active and he was not was, if nothing, not fun.

'Jacob isn't exactly getting any either,' he thought to himself, 'but at least he's got his imprint, right? But All I've got is this smut novel!'
Edward, the week prior, had given Seth a case of smut novels and whispered "These may not be as good as the real thing, but they got me through a ninety year dry spell."

So all Seth had was his hands and some racy novels with everything from detectives, to werewolves, to werewolf detectives. That made Seth laugh, if nothing else, but at this point the books weren't helping.
"ARGH! I HATE ALL OF YOU! I want sex too, but NOOO, none for Seth! All I get is these damn books- THEY AREN'T EVEN SUBSTANSIAL LITURATURE!"

'No offense, Edward,' he thought, knowing the mind reading vampire would hear him.

There was awkward silence, and then Alice spoke up happily, saying "If you don't mind being spanked, you can join us! I'm sure Jasper would love the chance to be on top for once!" followed by an indignant squawk from Jasper.

Seth sighed and rubbed a hand over his face, saying "No offense, 'Lis, but I'll pass. Knowing you I'd go from partner to having a case of 'Let's see how skimpy of an outfit we can get Seth in before we train him as our puppy'-it is in about ten minutes from the time I agreed to have some fun. I'm going for a run, enjoy your private time, everyone. I won't be gone long!"

"Seth, I enjoy playing with your sister no matter where you happen to be!"
"FUCK OFF, JANE!

(Line)

Zane was officially tired of, and bored with, running. In his mind, the Cullens, indeed, the world, could wait. His music, his guitar, the one thing in the world that made the constant hunger fall into the background, could not. With music, Zane could ignore the thirst for blood, could feel human, if only for a moment. With a leap in the air he was in a tree, in the crook of a branch, back to the trunk of the tree, a leg curled beneath him and the other hanging over the branch. Guitar out and tuned, Zane strummed lightly, going through a mindless tune to let the juices flow so to speak, and then he let loose, his mind supplying what his fingers couldn't.

Seth, far away, heard the music, and caught the scent of vampire, and his mind put two and two together, leading him to the conclusion that an innocent, music playing human was about to get drained dry. That wouldn't be good, not good, not good. These panicked thoughts drove Seth onward, and he ran towards the music, knowing that he was going into a fight blind, but knowing he wouldn't have any backup, in all likelyhood.

When he arrived at his location, the scent of vampire overwhelmed him… but then it changed. From smelling of death and decay, it went to smelling like peaceful, starry nights, when the wind blew clear air through the forest, letting the world seem as if it was in perfect harmony with itself. The scent that once would have him itching for a fight had him now wanting to sit down, lay on the ground and sleep, find the source and lay beside them for all time.

All he saw was his new God, sitting in a tree, playing harmonious music, making him want to throw himself to the ground in worship. 'Is this how Bella feels about Edward?' he thought absently, then brushed the thought away like so many cobwebs. He was in heaven, he knew it. Somebody pinch him, the boy must be dreaming! But no, for look, the dream, the God that he always longed for is still there! Lo, that he play forever more! 'You've imprinted, dummy!' some voice in his head supplied. 'Calm down, he won't know what the hell is going on anyways!'

The shapeless tune took on form as Seth curled into a sleepy little ball at the base of the tree. The music was a song he knew… A song his father used to sing… and now his love was singing it to him! Maybe not directly, but still, he was hearing his God sing a song of love and life, and that was all he cared about. The music floated down, settling in his bones, making him nearly moan, despite his wolfen shape.

"… Up my senses, like a night in the forest, like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain… Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean- you fill up my senses; come fill me again."
Seth felt contentment well up inside him as he listened in on the song. As it wound down to a close, he let out a sigh, head on his front paws. His God must have heard him, for he looked down in mild curiosity, then in shock, and then the feeling changed again to simple curiosity. Seth heard him mumble about "Need to stop unloading noise outside, last time it was a chainsaw wielding psycho, now it's a giant wolf, motherfucker what is this world coming to?" before he looked at Seth and asked hesitantly "So, Mr. Wolf monster, can I get down without being eaten? I heard the rumors about the Cullens keeping pets, but I didn't realize they'd be true, or you'd be this… big. Or fluzzy. Yes, fluzzy. It's that weird intermediary form between fluffy and fuzzy, and I think I'm rambling aren't I? I do that a lot when I'm nervous, and I'd like to see your owner now puppy, so can I come down peacefully, or should I get ready for a fight and please don't eat me?"

'He wasn't kidding,' Seth thought. 'He DOES ramble!'

The shape shifting teen stood and moved back from the tree, motioning for his God to come down. He did so, guitar and a bag of clothing in hand. Where he would follow this wolf he didn't know, but a little bit of trust could be afforded to something that could have plucked him from his branch while he was distracted, and so he went.

And his future changed for the better.