"Did you make it okay, Magnus?" Uncle Matt asks me through the car's Bluetooth speakers.

"Yes, professor." I replied sarcastically. "I've just left the dealership in my brand new Subaru BRZ. Which I thank you for, by the way." I was excited about my car, not so much about having to move back to North America.

"You're welcome, Gus."

My uncle heavily insisted I emigrate back to the country, to a very small town in the corner of the country, miles and miles and miles away from the Himalayas where I had been bunkering for two years.

My uncle, his wife and I had made a homestead in the mountain range. We had livestock and a vegetable garden; with the weather what it is, it was a good place to start a life. We occasionally found ourselves in the company of mortals — and only occasionally indulging in their blood. Up in the mountains it was easy for us to drink from the roaming wildlife.

I've always considered myself a Nomad, never saying in one spot for too long, always moving. Many times I've found myself living among hidden native tribes all over the world after gaining their trust. It seems those are the people I most relate to, the rawest of humans. I am also a half-breed. Half vampire, half human.

I was born circa 800, the exact year will always be a mystery to me. My father was a famous Viking warrior who was rumored to have won most of his battles due to him being a vampire; my mother was a shield-maiden, fighting by his side and devoting her life to my father. I remember them. I remember being small and growing so fast but knowing so much. Soon after adolescence when my body became a man's body, I stopped. Forever. I watched my friends and family die for over a thousand years.

"Are you going to be seeing Charlie when you arrive into town?" Uncle's voice comes through my car speakers again.

I snap out of my trance. "Seeing how he's chief of police, I don't see how it would heart to be on his good side," I reply with a smirk.

I heard him sigh. "Do you plan on making trouble for yourself? Must you, everywhere you go?"

With a chuckle I reply, "No, Uncle, I don't plan on making trouble. You know the popular saying, trouble follows me?" Though, I will admit: sometimes I do go searching for some fun.

"I'm sure that's how it is. Call me in a few days and check up." He hangs up.

Thirty minutes later, I arrive in Forks, though it's so small, and in the middle of nowhere. I wonder how I will survive such a tiny place; then I think that a few bloody orgies in an apartment in Port Angeles might be my entertainment calling for the remainder of my time here... however long that may be.

I finally find the police station and see a few patrol cars parked outside. I find a spot to park my car and I head for the front door.

Inside it smells like Pine-Sol and the tile floors have an off white color to them. I walk up to the front desk and an older, plump woman with pink glasses and dark hair looks up at me.

"What can I do fer'ya, dear?"

"I'm looking for a Chief Charlie Swan?"

"Okay, just give me a second." She turns toward the phone and dials in a few numbers. I hear a phone ring through the walls. I zone out waiting for her to reply, thinking about how dreadful it's going to be to go back to high school.

I hear the receptionist clear her throat. "Honey, what's your name?"

"Frost. Magnus Frost. I'm his adopted nephew." I give her a smile, and she returned with one. She gave him my name and I heard a door open down the hallway.

"Frost?" It's a man's voice, whom I assume to be Charlie.

He's a man of decent stature, some inches taller than myself. He has a dark, thick mustache and dark hair. His blue shirt is wrinkled and there's a barbecue stain on the collar.

He smiles and pulls me in for a hug. "It's great to finally meet you! My brother told me you were coming. I'm Charlie, your uncle."

"Nice to meet you, sir." I say, still awkwardly positioned in a hug.

He pulls away but keeps his hands on my shoulders. "It's been a good Friday, and I was thinking of taking off early. You wanna come over for dinner? I can throw a few steaks on and maybe you can have a beer." He looks around as he says so, still grinning.

"That would be fine. I have a few errands to run before I can settle in for the night. I don't know anybody here and it would be nice to know I have someone close to talk to."

He smiles at my reply and scribbles his address on a crumpled tissue he pulled from his shirt pocket. I tuck it into my jeans and he gives me a handshake before I turn to leave.

The cottage my uncle bought for me is only about a ten minute drive from town and surrounded by trees. The driveway wasn't long but long enough you can't see the house from the road. It's a pleasant place, a small two bedroom rock cottage sits in front of a slow moving brook. It's not permanent, so I don't plan on growing attached to the place.

I grab the few bags I brought with me from the trunk and backseat. I stick the key in the lock and it takes a jiggle but eventually the door is unlocked.

The interior of the cottage is splendid, he made it feel like home. Everything is dark, Scandinavian and rustic. There's a stone fireplace with a big oak log, a wood burning stove in the kitchen and not one source of electric; all lighting is by oil lanterns. The property seems to have not been updated since the early 1900s, and I was informed it was built in the late 1600s by Spanish colonists looking for gold in the creek behind the house.

I find the master bedroom, one of the fursthest rooms from the front door. The bed is a king size with a real pelt bed set and candles in every corner. The browns and greens remind me of home.

I set my small clothing bag on the bed and go back into den. Against the wall beside the fireplace is a rickety old bookshelf, empty but for a note:

Magnus,

You are always wanting to learn. Fill this up as fast as you do your brain.

- Matt

I smile and reach for the bag full of books. I look at all the covers as I begin to stack them neatly in the bookshelf. You would think that being as old as I am, I wouldn't need to continue to learn; the world always teaches me something new when I think I have it figured out.

While on my way to Charlie's, I began to feel some tingling in the ends of my fingers and toes. I call those my psy-senses; there are other vampires in town. I've never lost a battle before, but as the tingling grew I knew there were more than just a few.

My special ability is called potentikinesis or "power manipulation". It means I have the ability to create, manipulate, remove or change the supernatural energies in all beings that give them their powers, including themselves, thus allowing every variation of superpowers manipulative abilities. Some would want to call it the Great Force but even with all the time I've had to practice, there are so many variants that I've yet to master them. So far, all I have mastered is mimicking another's power with equal or slightly greater power.

I find Charlie's house and park behind his cruiser. He greets me at the door immediately after I knock on his door.

"Hey, guy. Come on in, I was just about to put the game on. You want a drink?" He asks, pointing at the twelve packs of soda and beer on the kitchen floor.

I nod and grab a beer. One good thing about being a half breed is looking like a normal person in social settings. The crack of the can as I open it echoes through the mildly decorated house.

"You live alone?" I ask and take a swig from my can.

He nods and walks towards a door through the living room. He opens it and it leads to the backyard, where the grill is already smoking and a radio is low playing some local favorites.

"I was married once. We had a kid. It was good for awhile but... People change after awhile, and she left me." I could tell he was pained as he looked off into the woods, taking big drinks from his beer.

"You have a kid?"

"Yeah, I do. That's actually one of the reasons I was so keen to invite you over," he said, kicking a leaf on the ground with his worn boot. "My daughter, Bella. She's moving up here with me this week and she won't know anybody."

I nod. "I understand what you mean. You both are family, even if I don't know you. I'll be as new as she is, we can help each other find our way around."

The edges of his mouth curl just a bit and he puts a hand on my shoulder. "I appreciate that. Now, how d'ya like your steak?"

I smirked. "I want it to moo at me."