Twilight Saga: Solar Flare
Multiple crossover: Matilda/Stargate/The Host/Twilight
Author's Note: This is a sequel to both of my fan-fics, 'Twilight Saga: Meteor Shower', and 'Stargate: The Origin of Vampires'. This is also a sequel to one of my favorite movies, 'Matilda', as well as a plot twist of 'The Host', with the Souls initial invasion, only it's crossed-over with my fan-fic, 'Meteor Shower', and 'Origin of Vampires'. For those of you who haven't seen 'Matilda', well, you can look up the gist of the plot of the movie on Wikipedia. Hope you like reading this story as much as my imagination enjoyed conjuring it up. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: The Exiled Principal's Dark Deal
July 15, 1999,
Agatha Trunchbull, walked into the windowless room. She turned on the spot slowly taking in the room. She waited for the one whom she had so painstakingly tracked down, contacted, and then persuaded him to set up a meeting. She was nervous. She knew that she was dealing with a supernatural being. It had been three years since her humiliating ostracism from her school Crunchem Hall Elementary, at the hands of a mob of children and teachers slathering for justice. The spirit of her dead stepbrother that she had killed had communicated from beyond the dead by means of the chalk board, and warned her that she would not have another day of peace if she didn't give his daughter, Jennifer Honey, her house and money. Fearing retaliation from angry spirits, she transferred all of, Magnus Honey's, money to Jenny's account and gave her the paperwork and keys of ownership to the house. She then got out of town as quickly as possible. The school board had conducted a full investigation, as well as the police finding Magnus Honey's will, that stated all his assets belong to his daughter, and Agatha Trunchbull was now in hiding from the law.
After she left, she wallowed in misery for months, contemplating what to do next. When she was principal for the school she was a bully, she picked on the children for fun, but there was a part of her that genuinely wanted the children to be more well behaved, she wanted the children to grow up mentally, but all of her logic and reason had dissolved into pure unadulterated insanity. She wanted revenge. She wanted to wipe all children from the earth for her own satisfaction, and as she meditated on it, her insanity grew into a hatred for all mankind. She hated the world, she hated herself, she hated everyone, she hated everything. Death and destruction for all things, that was her solution to the earth, and she didn't care the cost.
Then the door closed with a loud 'bang'. She turned in the direction of the door, but no one was there. She walked over to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked. She turned back to the center of the room, it was still empty except for herself.
"Hello!...I'm here." she called out to the room, hoping her contact was listening.
Still nothing. She walked back to the center of the room, and again began to slowly turn on the spot. Still nothing. She felt an ominous feeling, and a part of her started to think that this was a bad idea. She turned faster and faster looking around the room again and again, when she was suddenly face to face with a black cloaked, black hooded man. She screamed.
"Ahhhhh!"
The man wore black gloves and kept his hands under each of his opposite sleeves. His face was concealed; his eyes and nose were in the shadow of his black hood which was loose and baggy hanging over his eyes, and his mouth and chin were covered by a silk black mask. What Agatha Trunchbull didn't know was that this man was the creator of the British vampire nomad, Alistair. His name was George. But to the humans who track him down and he agrees to meet with, he goes by the alias, 'The Mythical Demon, Astaroth'.
He stared at her, or rather, the front of his hood was pointed in her direction. There was silence for a few moments. Obviously the other was waiting for the other to speak first. Ms. Trunchbull decided to speak first.
"Astaroth?" she asked.
"You are very brave to meet here with me…or very foolish." said Astaroth.
"I followed all of your instructions precisely."
"I know. Had you not followed all of my instructions precisely, I would have known, and I would not have met you here." he said in a firm reprimanding voice. Then he spoke in a voice of curious interest. "I know why you are here. But...do you?"
"I seek the power to avenge all of those whom I hate. And you can grant me that power, at a price of course."
"That is correct. No small talk, straight to business, straight to the point. I like this. Now, the question is, what price exactly are you willing to pay for this power?" said Astaroth, his tone of voice indicating a pre-emptive reprimand, as though he knew what her response would be.
"Anything!" said Ms. Trunchbull.
"You're going to have to do better than that!" he reprimand.
"My soul!" she had prepared to give that answer.
"Foolish woman. And so naive. Your soul, is included in the price that you will pay." said Astaroth, trying to make her feel foolish. "Again, I'm going to have to ask you to be a little bit more imaginative!"
"Money, my car, my house, all my possessions." she was just grasping at straws now.
"Silly human. Your money, and menial things, are meaningless to me, you must pay something that you love. The price that you must pay is, you must give up something that you do not want to give up." said Astaroth.
Ms. Trunchbull thought of what he just said. She had not considered that she could not meet the method of payment.
"I don't have anything like that. There is nothing that I love." she said with despair.
Astaroth was amused, as though he had expected this.
"Well, this presents a problem. I've met your kind before; fools who want to meet with me for this power I give, but have nothing to offer in exchange. The power I grant you will enable you to have money and riches. What you must do is give up something that the power that I grant you will not be able to replace; say, aah...a husband, a lover, a child?" Astaroth prompted her.
"I do not have any of those things, nor do I want them. Children, husbands, lovers, they are the very things that are wrong with the world, the very things that I want to take vengeance against!" she was speaking very loudly, her tone of voice indicating that Astaroth should so obviously know this.
"I see. You are one with nothing, you do not seek power. You seek the destruction of all your enemies. There's a great deal of anger in your heart?; I see perhaps, a child that was abused, perhaps someone who lost everything at the hands of others." said Astaroth.
"I was never a child." corrected Ms. Trunchbull.
Astaroth was stumped on how to figure that out.
"Enlighten me with your backstory." commanded Astaroth, with genuine interest in what she had to say.
"For as long as I can remember, children have always been a burden. I hate their crying. Their wining and complaining, annoys me even more. They're messy, they smell, they are ugly, and I know scientifically they are supposed to serve as providing the human race with the next generation. But I just hate them, I HATE THEM! There is no point to the next generation; the adults are little better, and every twenty years the world gets worse and worse!"explained Ms. Trunchbull in her insanity.
"But everyone was born, everyone was a child once." said Astaroth.
"When I say I was never a child, what I mean is, I don't remember my childhood. I had amnesia when I was twenty-one. I remember waking up in a hospital. I remember crying children, and all that I could think of was how annoying the crying was. And the next thing I know, they sent me off to live with the one whom they told me was my step brother and his daughter. His daughter was an annoying little brat, always getting in my way. And I was given only a penance of money to live on, I was told by normal standards it was generous, but it wasn't enough to me. My body seems to have significantly more muscle than the average woman. I'm several times stronger than most men." she explained. "I found an 'athletic agent' and a 'personal trainer' and I won a few gold medals in the decathlon at the Olympics. Apparently I always had a physical advantage. A few years later I killed my brother and took his fortune. I inherited the little brat of a niece. But she moved out a few years later and good riddance. She became a teacher and she and I worked together at the Elementary School where I became principal."
"At first I was a bully. I picked on people because I could. But then, the people I thought I controlled with an iron fist became completely unruly, and drove me out. The thing that is wrong with the world is...everything, this world better off with no human life." she said with frustration and hatred.
"Hmm..." thought Astaroth out loud. "Barbaric, disturbing, and...ambitions. I've met worse."
"What do you mean?" asked Ms. Trunchbull.
"People who are just completely insane. They contact me, I arranged to meet with them, and they tell me their 'Sally sob story' that makes them sound like a dick, but that they are the victim, and that they have the solution, if only they had the resources to carry it out. Agatha Trunchbull, I sympathize with you, you've gone through so much, you have tried so hard, and now you have nothing for it. Well, I can tell you that I understand. I too have suffered, and vengeance was sweet. I can offer you...a chance...one...chance. Now you must understand this, I cannot promise you your vengeance. I cannot promise you that you will be able to carry out your...shall I say, absolute, insane, and completely unthinkable ambition. You have nothing to offer me. But I can give you a chance at a considerable...shall we say, discount, because I sympathize with you. The discount is, you simply will not get the power today...fifteen years. You will wait fifteen years in your miserable little life, where I will meet with you again and grant you the power then. Those are my terms."
"You will give me a chance?" she asked hopefully.
"Yes, I will. However, I must warn you, once you are granted the power, it will affect your mind in a negative way, you will or might be driven mad. You will have an uncontrollable desire to feed on human blood. You may attract others of your kind, people with your power. They might think of you as unlawful and unruly, and attempt to destroy you for it. However, if you can destroy them, then I say you deserve your unlawful ways. But being serious, there is one more thing, if you want to say no, then we can both walk away now, and you will never see me again. But if you agree to my terms now, than there is no turning back; if in fifteen years from now you have changed your mind, changed your ways, built a happy life for yourself, and even a family, then I will still give you the power and then you will lose everything you will have built. Do you agree to the price, and the terms, and accept the burden?"
Ms. Trunchbull was elated that he had agreed to give her the power, though the fifteen year waiting period was a little disappointing, and the idea that she would change and have a family in the next fifteen years was preposterous.
"Yes! Yes, I agree!" she said eagerly.
"Say the words! 'I agree to the terms, I will pay the price, and accept the burden.'" he instructed her.
"I agree to the terms. I will pay the price. And I accept the burden." she repeated obediently.
"Kneel before me and give me your hands." said Astaroth.
Ms. Trunchbull got down on one knee and extended her hands. She watched Astaroth take off his black gloves. It appeared to be human hands that were pale white. He then took off his mask, and then took off his hood.
She looked at him with awe. She had never felt an attraction to a handsome man before, until now. He was more attractive than any young movie star. His face, his hair, his appearance, all perfect. But his skin was pale white and his eyes were scarlet red. He took her hands. His hands felt like ice, and were hard like stone.
"Do you swear, to surrender your soul for your insane ambition?" he asked with a serious, formal tone.
Ms. Trunchbull was taken off guard. She had not thought that she would be taking some dark oath, or evil vow.
"I swear!"
"Do you swear, not to let a human know that you exist." Astaroth asked.
"I swear!"
Without warning, he slit her palm with the sharp edge of his fingernail and she started to bleed. He then pressed her bloody palm against the back of his hand. He then lifted the splotch of blood on his hand to his mouth and licked it. He shuddered.
"It is done! The dark contract is sealed." George said with finality. "15 years, then you will get this power."
He walked around behind her and then silence. She turned around but he was not there. She looked around and around the room. He was not anywhere.
"How do I get out of here?" Ms. Trunchbull asked.
No answer.
She walked over to the door and interestingly the door was unlocked.
What Agatha Trunchbull didn't know, was that the vampire known as George (alias; Astaroth), for him this was all a joke. For over a thousand years he always got a big laugh at the ridiculous things that the stupider, and more superstitious people would go to for what he offered, at their expense.
...15 years later...
July 15, 2014,
It was out in a forested area. A giant red brown wolf by the name of Jacob Black was chasing his soon-to-be bride, Renesmee Cullen. He looked at her with pride, she was beautiful, she was strong, she was fast, and oh boy was she fast.
They were having a race. Jacob Black felt the pull and flex of the muscle and sinew throughout his legs and body, and he pushed it harder and faster than he ever had, while Renesmee Cullen did the same. They twisted and turned this way and that, trying to avoid running into trees, which was effortless. Jacob Black caught up with her and he was about to pass her when she kicked off and flew through the air with her momentum. When she then passed by the two marked trees that indicated the finish line. She dived forward, rolled on one shoulder, then stood up and faced him. Jacob paused.
"I win." said Renesmee with an amused expression.
She placed her hand on the giant wolf's face.
"You almost beat me." she thought inside her head to him telepathically.
The Wolf's throat rumbled a laugh.
"Let's head back to the house."
The vampire coven known as, The Cullen Clan, was relocated from their more preferable home of Forks, for the people in the town began to notice that they weren't aging. They had moved to a small town in Ohio. They had contacted J. Jenks, and got new identification saying that they all were a few years younger, which is what they usually do whenever they start over. It had been seven years since the Volturi had come to Forks to punish Renesmee for being an immortal child. But they were all allies now, and the Cullen's had no enemies. Carlisle's British friend Alistair, had been found by a nomad and told that there had been a fight. And Aro had been deposed and the Cullen's had won. Alistair had been in hiding, afraid that the Volturi were looking for him after they had wiped out the Cullen's. Alistair came looking for Carlisle later on to confirm that it was true, that not only had they lived, but that they had won.
The past seven years, Renesmee lived as normal a childhood as was possible for her; her parents were adamant on this because she had the rest of eternity to be an adult, but she was only going to be a child once. She went to kindergarten with Claire, the young girl that Quil had imprinted on. The Cullen family moved on and left Forks after Renesmee and Clair finished kindergarten. And then she skipped a School-grade every year until now. She had graduated high school only a month before at the top of the class. As beautiful as she was when she was a baby, she only got more beautiful with age. She appeared to have stopped aging several months earlier; by her physical appearance, she appeared to be the equivalent of a 21 year old human woman. Her parents Edward and Isabella were simply happy that she was happy and healthy and was not going to die of old age. Renesmee lived in a near constant state of euphoria. The love that radiated off of her family members and onto her was everything she ever wanted, and now she and Jacob Black were engaged to be married. Everything about the werewolf imprinting that Jacob said happens when a wolf imprints on a baby, did happen. At first Jacob was just a big brother to Renesmee, and that's all the feelings he had for her. After a few years though Jacob was no longer a big brother, he was her best friend; to him, she was like one of his guy friends. To her, he was like one of her girlfriends. He was always there for her, to give her support, he was always trustworthy, he was always understanding, whenever she needed to talk or confide in him. And then in the past year when the adult Renesmee was fully mature, he felt romantic feelings towards her, but only when she expressed them more openly towards him first.
Originally the Cullen family consisted of 10; eight vampires, one hybrid, and one werewolf. Now the Cullen family consisted of 11. The situation was similar to how Carlisle had found Rosalie. The new addition to the family was an 18-year-old boy. He was Caucasian, with brown hair, a little muscular but not quite as big as Emmett. He had been walking down the street one day, when a gang of six bullies jumped out from behind a fence and beat him to death, took his wallet, his cell phone, and anything else he had on him. Carlisle was nearby at the time, he smelled the blood. The boy was still alive but barely. There was nothing he could do medically, his injuries were far to severe, he was only a minute from death. And all Carlisle could think was, "what a waste; so young, so innocent, so full of life" no time to get him to the emergency room, so Carlisle took him home. Carlisle was reluctant to ad a new member to the coven so soon after Bella because 10 was enough and already drew enough attention. But his heart went out to the helpless youthful innocence of the young man, and he injected a syringe full of vampire venom into his heart. The boy was so young, so strong, so healthy, he had so much to live for. His life would have been such a waste if he died. The rest of the family understood. He screamed in the pain of the burning fire for two days. When the fire stopped, they explained to him what had happened, who they were, what he had become. Jacob and Renesmee were there as well, however their smell didn't make him very thirsty. They took him out into the woods to hunt some animals. Once his thirst was satiated, they brought him back home again. He asked questions. When they answered them, the smile on his face got wider and wider.
"This is freaking awesome!" said the boy.
Some of the family looked at him and asked him, "Are you kidding?"
"No. I mean, I don't need to eat anymore, I don't need to sleep anymore, I'm never going to get tired, I'm strong, I'm fast, I can do math fast in my brain! This is the best thing that ever happened to me! The only thing that bothers me is the thirst." said the boy.
"Yeah, the thirst is the one catch, but it gets better. You were dying. I had to save you. And to be a vampire is actually pretty good, but understand, you cannot drink human blood. What I mean by that is, if you choose to leave us and become a nomad, it's up to you to do whatever you want, but in our family we try to preserve human life by drinking only animal blood." explained Carlisle.
"Oh, that sucks, I'm kind of a vegetarian." said the boy.
"Yeah well, so are we. We call our selves vegetarians because we don't drink human blood, we only live off of the blood of animals." said Carlisle.
"No, I mean I don't eat meat." said the boy.
"Well, that is unfortunate because as a vampire you can only live off of blood, you can't live off of vegetables." said Carlisle.
"Oh man, this sucks!"the boy said with disappointment.
Carlisle tried to change the subject.
"May we have your name please?"
"Valentine Hethermen. My friends call me, Val."
"What should we do about your family? It might not be wise to simply tell them that vampires exist, not just anyone can be trusted with the secret." said Carlisle
"Yeah. I suppose. But, you know what? Maybe it's for the best, because to be honest, my family has been kind of abusing me for most of my life. I don't think that anyone would really even notice I'm gone if I were to disappear. And I am eighteen, I was about to leave anyway."explained Val.
"That is unfortunate that you suffered all your life. We will spread word that you died. We can even fake an accident."said Carlisle.
"For that you will need a body. Too elaborate. I'll write my family a letter that I'm leaving and not coming back."said Val.
"That might be best."said Carlisle.
Now that that issue was out of the way, they talked of other things.
"I see you guys around town every now and then, but I don't think I quite know all your guys's names?"asked Val.
"I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen, this is my wife Esme."
"I know who you are Doctor. I've seen you at the clinic several times."said Val.
"This is my son Emmett and his wife,"
"Rosalie Hale." Val had cut Carlisle off in mid sentence. "Everyone knows who you are." he said with a sly smile. He looked away and shook his head in disappointment and muttered to himself' "Married. Can't catch a break."
"This is Jasper Hale and his wife, Alice Cullen. And this is Edward Cullen and his wife Bella, and their half human vampire daughter Renesmee."
Renesmee walked up to him. She was about the equivalent of approximately an older preteen. She was very beautiful. She walked up to him and reached up to touch his face. Valentine was in awe as the flood of memories of her entire life came into view, and just like everyone else, he was under her spell.
"Oh my gosh! After years of writing horrible fan fiction, I am now living in a fantasy story!"exclaimed Val.
"And this here is Jacob Black."said Edward. "Bella's best friend. He's a werewolf. Don't mess with him or else he will eat you alive." The last part of the sentence was in a sarcastic tone.
And that is the origin of the coven's newest member, Valentine Cullen.
They pulled Renesmee out of school and changed towns. And life in the Cullen family went on as always. Renesmee continued to be portrayed as Alice's cousin.
When the family went to High School again, and again, Edward, Alice and Emmett, were referred to, for the benefit of the people, as Edward, Alice, and Emmett Cullen. Rosalie and Jasper, were referred to as, Rosalie and Jasper Hale. And Bella and Val, were referred to as, Isabella and Valentine Swan. Jacob chose not to go to High School again, at least not yet. He continued to phase back and forth from human to wolf regularly to keep himself from aging. His identity to the public eye was that he was Esme's cousin, who lived next-door to them.
Two years earlier in a town that they were staying in, there were reports in the human news of a nearby major city that had mysterious deaths and killings taking place only at night. Carlisle and Jasper easily identified it as an army of newborns. It turned out that some nomad was fighting for territory over a domestic dispute of blood feeding ground, with another nomad, and things got a little out of hand, and they both completely disregarded vampire law. The Cullen's went to the city as a whole family, safety in numbers, they found one of the newborns and tried to talk to him, they explained the rules. The newborn did not listen. The secret was on the verge of being exposed, things got out of hand. A contingent of the Volturi guard were on the way, but they wouldn't arrive in time. The newborns didn't listen, and the Cullen's ended up killing the whole newborn army. Renesmee was about the equivalent of 16 at the time, and she had been sparring with Jasper on a daily basis for years. The battle training was that with all the trouble with James, Victoria, Laurent, Riley, the Seattle newborns, the wolves, then the Volturi; it seemed that even in times of peace, a war, or sadistic hunting vampire could pop up at any time without warning. So that if worse comes to worse, and push comes to shove, Renesmee would be able to defend herself, though she did also have the high tech wrist watch, with the personal shield function. The watch had been given to her by, Matilda Wormwood the Esper. Actually, she had become a pretty good fighter; as they had been told by Joham, Nahuel, and his sisters, that Renesmee when fully grown, was not weaker than the rest of them. She was just as strong as any vampire. She even fought hard and fast, toe to toe, major Kung Fu style during the battle with one of the newborns, and managed to get past his guard and rip his head off with her bare hands. Bella had also been sparring with Jasper ever since the confrontation with the Volturi, and she too had become a very good fighter. Valentine had long since overcome the newborn madness, but was not as skilled as the rest of them, though he did have the advantage over the newborns of being focused and controlled and no longer driven by his thirst. Valentine had no gift, but he was physically stronger than Jasper or Edward, though not quite as strong as Emmett.
They captured the two nomads alive. Marcus showed up with a contingent of the guard. They held a short trial for them. They knew the law and had disregard it, and nearly exposed the secret, and it would set a bad example for the rest of the vampire community had they been allowed to live. To be more humane about the execution, Marcus told Alec to anesthetize them while Maria, Felix, and Demetri ripped them to pieces and set them on fire. Marcus turned to Carlisle and thanked him for taking care of the situation before it got out of hand.
Jacob and Renesmee got back from their race. They were about to go into the house, when Renesmee pulled Jacob away to the wall. She put her back to the wall and pulled Jacob against her and pulled his face down to her's as he was a foot taller than her. She kissed him. At first just holding her lips to his for a few seconds. Then she kissed him again and again. They put their arms around each other. Then, slowly, she put her tongue into his mouth. He responded by inhaling through his mouth on her tongue. He then put his own tongue in her's. She responded to him in kind. He put his hands under her butt and lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him. Their breathing got heavier. Jacob reached under her shirt and ran his fingers over the soft, smooth, hot, skin of her bare back under her shirt. Their arousal grew to a peak. Then, her vampiric instincts took over, and she put her mouth to the side of his neck, and her teeth pierced the skin. Jacob paused and felt the cutting in the skin but this happened all the time, and coming from his Nessie, he took it in stride. She drank ravenously, Jacob always tastes the best, except for human blood. Her thirst was quenched quickly, and every time she was always very careful not to drain her Jacob to the point where his heart stops. She released her mouth from the bite wound and the bite wound closed up and healed instantly.
The had both calmed down from their little make-out session, and just affectionately looked into each other's eyes. They had both promised themselves that they would wait until their wedding night to make-love, though they both had the attitude of doing what they wanted, so the maintenance of their virtue was on a subconscious level more for Edward's benefit. Bella was a little more open minded on the morals and ethics of sex.
Jacob was a little weak from blood loss but his body's self healing and metabolism would manufacture more in a short time.
"Get a room you two!"
Jacob and Renesmee turned in the direction of the voice.
It was Matilda Wormwood. One of the Espers of Esper Mansion. For the past seven years she had been like a big sister to Renesmee. She always came to visit frequently and Renesmee and Matilda always hung out together. Though her remark was joking, she seemed troubled.
"Hey Matilda, perfect timing. Want to go shopping?"asked Renesmee.
"Sorry Nessie, but I'm afraid that this is not a social call. I've been sent here by our leader, The Lutz Of Esper Mansion, to bring in Carlisle. We need to show him something and inquire of him about it. You can come if you want. We're going to Esper Mansion."said Matilda.
Author's Note: I hope you liked the first chapter of my 'Meteor Shower' sequel. Please review.
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(Keep reading for Chapter 2: The Silver Symbiote)