this story takes place in the twilight universe i consider it a crossover with the House Of Night Series because of the tattoos the species posses (vamps a cresent moon outline on their right hand and wolves the outline of a sun on their left..the color vary depending on the persons affinities)..100 years after the end of Breaking Dawn there was a war ending with the deaths of apparently all the characters in the books, we are following Renesmee's last direct descendant in her journey.

Enjoy and reveiw! -love, thara

Preface: Darkness

My life, my future, seems to dark for me to actually see.
I am split in equal fragments, counted down in three:
heart, body and soul

The shadow that had covered me has finally disappeared
Laying before me the vast emptiness that has now appeared.
But I can't stop myself from feeling fear
how I might lose what I hold the most dear.

That darkness is too inviting, that empty space is too promising.
I can't help but feel the loss of all the things I will be missing.
After all, how can my broken heart still break?
Just as if pierced by a wooden stake
when it should have been left not to bother
Cut in three, two of the pieces ache just by thinking of the other.

I try to think of the good things, and leave the past where it may be.
But on this very second, it is just too difficult for me,

I think of the absence of the person I had loved since the start
Him being none other than the first piece of my heart.
The conflicting emotions -for the second part of me- of happiness and pain
of the one I cannot live without, whose love I have just gained.
The one that aches the worst of my heart's pieces is the third.
It by itself was cut in two, and half has disappeared without a word.

And yet that black world before us is glowing bright,
That darkness up ahead, it feels right…

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Chapter One: History

I opened my eyes and realized I wanted to keep sleeping. I hated mornings, hated them to the very extent of the word. Hmm... Great, now I felt the need to look up the word "hate" in a dictionary. Today was so not my day. I took a deep breath; filling my lungs with so much air I could smell every fabric in my room, from the bed linen to the clothes in my closet. Today was a great day for being outside, and I only wanted to sulk alone in my room. I got up and dressed on my pajamas, I must have taken them off sometime during the night, a stupid sleeping habit I'd had since I was seven. Wow, almost a whole decade now.My throat began to feel dry, and the more I noticed the more it hurt until the sensation became one of fire. I almost ran to the kitchen as soon as I remembered what the problem was.

"Sarah? Are you okay?" my mother called me as I raided the fridge.

Her voice was like the sound of a bubbly fountain, light and refreshing, matching her appearance perfectly well. She was about my height, her reddish-brown hair falling just over her shoulders. Her light brown eyes, identical to mine, were staring at me, eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"I'm fine," I lied smoothly; she gave me a look so I rephrased, "I just haven't had any blood recently." I pointed nonchalantly at the silver can labeled "blood" that I was currently holding.

She smiled, showing her fangs, "How long this time?"

"Almost all week," I opened the can and took a drink; the fire in my throat faded a bit, making me feel a million times better.

"I text you all day to remind you, how can you forget?" she rolled her eyes at me as she reached into the fridge for a can of the same scarlet liquid.

I stayed quiet, I always remembered, I mean how could I forget I was part vampire? I just didn't want my two best friends to know that yet, even if it meant I had to practically starve myself. Instinctively, I felt my hands for the leather gloves I wore even to bed; they served as protection to hide what I really was.

"I can't believe you still wear those," my dad came in through the back door, the one that connected the garage to the kitchen. "What are you trying to hide? You're special,"

"No, I'm a freak," I said quietly, concentrating on the can I had just finished drinking out of. I yanked my gloves off violently, "There," I said harshly.

The pale skin of my hands was corrupted by the elegant designs resting on each of my palms. On my right the outline of a crescent moon the color of dark cedar rested, a pattern of Celtic knots and swirls enveloped its perimeter without touching it, covered my entire palm. On the left, the figure of a sun shone in ruby red, the color of blood, complete with strange swirls like the other, only the symbols looked like drawings; I could make out the shape of a wolf...

"See? Special," my mother repeated, holding my right hand, with her own, showing the same exact crescent moon as mine, only hers was the color of fresh blood. I always admired her, even in her mid fifties she looked to be in her twenties, which was normal for vampires, but she even acted the age she looked, almost as if she was frozen in that mental stage.

Stop saying that! I thought. "I'm not normal; I don't think there's been anyone like me in the last century. I'm probably the second vampire-wolf hybrid in existence,"

I finally turned to look at my father; he was still in his uniform. It consisted of casual denim jeans, button-down shirt with the pack symbol, and, on his left hand was a brown leather glove that unlike mine, it didn't cover his mark: my mark of the sun, only the color was that of my vampire mark. On the back of the glove was a bronze plate with the words "Chief Alfa of the Southern Pack." He, just like my mother, appeared to be somewhere in his twenties, and strangely enough, he was two whole decades older than my mom.

I decided to ignore them, and took two more cans out of the fridge before heading back to my room. I opened my laptop, which had been lying on the floor, waited for it to turn on. I opened up Merriam Webster to search the meaning of the word I had been thinking about since I woke up.

a : intense hostility and aversion usually deriving from fear, anger, or sense of injury
b : extreme dislike or antipathy

Great, that word is almost perfect. I did hate being a hybrid, but only because everybody hated it for me. I never actually fit in. Worst part was that since the end of the Great War of Twilight, wolves, vampires and humans have found it difficult to coexist, even after almost ninety years.

Maybe it is because vamps have a big share of greatness, they were after all the ones who helped defeat the cold ones, humans that were bitten to change into vampires. Now, biting is illegal and the cold ones are almost extinct. Of course the wolves had their part in all this, being the official enemies of the cold ones since the beginning of time. There was a time though, when the first gifted warm-blooded vampire and the strongest Alfa united by the ultimate bond: an imprint, thus conceiving the first vampire-wolf hybrid.

Humans are still at the top, even after all this time; the only reason is because they are the ones that can procreate within their own species. Vampires and wolfs can only have children with either humans or each other. But they are still not on good terms, and it is rare for them to marry, like my parents who share the last imprint recorded in history.

There have only been two other female wolves other than myself, one of them being from before the War of Twilight and the other being the first child of Jacob and Renesmee Black, who was, just as me, a vampire-wolf hybrid. She was the reason why the War of Twilight began and my namesake.

My thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door. I turned around to see my father, "Your friends are here," he said. The door was open halfway, but he always preferred not to come in.