Shinichi Cullen

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--*Chapter 1*--

Conan stared out the window at the town of Forks, Washington in America. The clouds seemed ready to drop their heavy load. 'Great choice, Kogorou. Who comes here for a vacation?'

His train of thought was broken off by a knock on their cabin door. A tall boy entered with long, shaggy dark hair. "Are you Kogorou Mouri?" He asked.

"Yes, who are you?"

"My name's Jacob Black. I heard that you were a good detective. There's a family I want you to investigate. I don't think that they're normal and they are going to kill someone."

Conan started listening to Jacob.

"All right kid, can you take us to them?"

"Yeah, sure. Come on. We can take my car."

(=^_^=)

They drove a short distance, about a quarter-mile, before turning onto a nearly hidden winding path. It continued on for a good two miles before the car stopped in front of a huge white house. Conan could hear a river babbling behind it. He could only imagine the inside; it must be spectacular! "Come on, brat," Kogorou said. Conan followed him to the front door. The man who greeted them looked like he might be in his early thirties, a pale but handsome blond with a welcoming smile. His eyes were like liquid gold. Conan could see farther in, and there were eight others inside, any of which could have been angels. Two of them were watching another who seemed about eight years old. Two boys were watching a football game on television, and the other three girls were discussing something in voices too low for Conan to hear in the corner. The far wall of the house was glass, and the wallpaper was a pale cream color. When the man who greeted them introduced himself as Carlisle Cullen and led them into the house, Conan took another look around. There was a set of stairs leading up and a kitchen. He absorbed the names of each perfect figure in the room. The three playing were Edward, Bella, and their daughter, Renesmee. The two watching football were Emmett and Jasper, and the three talking in the corner were Alice, Rosalie, and Esme. After staying a few hours, Kogorou decided that there was nothing strange about the Cullen family and left with Conan and Ran. Jacob had taken off when they got out of the car as if he despised the place. The three decided to walk home. Conan decided that he would come back alone later; there was something suspicious about the family.

(=^_^=)

That night, about two AM, Conan walked back to the Cullen's house, nearly missing the path leading to the house. When he got there, he snuck into the bushes near the glass wall. Somehow they were not yet asleep, nor did any of them even seem tired. Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Emmett, and Rosalie were not in the room, but the others showed no sign of weariness. 'Are these people even human?' Conan spied on them for a few minutes before he was picked up by someone.

"Good evening, Conan. Why are you here so late?"

"Oh, Edward. I'm sorry; I just went out for a walk and ended up here."

"Well, would you like to come in?"

"Yes, please." Conan would jump at the chance to see the inside of that house again, and he wanted to investigate the family on his own. Edward set him down and they headed inside.

"Feel free to explore if you want."

Conan thanked him and went upstairs. In front of him was a large wooden cross. To his left and right were various rooms. He walked into the room closest to him, which appeared to be a study. A bookcase lay against one wall. "Oh, good evening Conan. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen."

"Please call me Carlisle."

"Ok, thank you, Carlisle." Conan started looking through the bookcase, but stopped when he found a book that made him nearly jump with joy. He took it out and stared at the cover.

"You like Sherlock Holmes, do you?"

"Yes, very much. My parents were fans of him too; they named me after Sir Arthur Conan Doyle."

"I could tell. Feel free to take that book downstairs and read it."

Conan accepted the invitation and eagerly rushed downstairs, passing Alice on her way up. He sat down on the sofa and flipped open the book. When he went to turn the page, though, he got a paper cut.

It all happened so quickly, Conan barely had time to acknowledge anything.

Jasper leapt up from his place across the room and lunged for Conan, eyes black. Bella was with Renesmee and had no time to stop him. Jasper was too close to Conan for Edward to reach him, and the others were upstairs. Conan felt the sting of teeth sliding into his neck. In a fraction of a second Jasper was pulled off of him and he could feel himself being carried upstairs at an inhuman speed, he could hear Edward calling for Carlisle to get out immediately, saying that Jasper lost control of himself. The next thing he knew, Carlisle was standing over him. Conan felt teeth slashing through his skin and resealing it quickly. In each place Carlisle bit, including in his neck where Jasper had first attacked, Conan felt a searing fire course through him, not dulling in the slightest. It felt like his blood was on fire, each individual cell in his body. Conan could not suppress a scream of pain. 'Am I going to die?' He thought. Transforming into Shinichi and back to Conan was paradise compared to this. He would have combined every time he had changed back and forth and lumped them into one round of pain and it wouldn't come close. When Carlisle had finished with him, Edward asked something; he couldn't hear what it was. All he heard was "We couldn't let him go home knowing; the Volturi would be on him, and we can't allow that."

"True and maybe life as a vampire will be better for this guy. If he's lucky, the venom will erase the poison from his system."

"Yes, he'll start growing in a few hours," Alice said.

"Ok, we should get him some clothes for that time. Edward, you said that he was really seventeen, so he will probably be around your size."

'Vampire!? What are they talking about? And how do they know?'

Conan let out another shriek before pain overcame his world.

Later, he couldn't tell if it had been minutes or days, Conan could feel something in addition to the terrible fire coursing through him. He felt the spasms of pain that he knew all too well. He was growing. The pain of changing combined with the burn already in his body made him scream again and cry out "Kill me, please!" Conan felt himself being carried out and laid on the floor in another room. He could also feel that someone was slipping him into some larger clothes.

The next few hours passed slowly, full of nothing except excruciating pain and screams, as if each second was a day long.

Note: Yes, I am using only Japanese names for this, even if they sound out of place in America. Seriously, "Jimmy"? "Rachel"? "Richard"? Why bother when you have "Shinichi", "Ran", and "Kogorou"? Remember to click the button that says "Review" for more!