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A/N: This story is written at the request of a friend. I thought I would post it on here first and see what you all think.

Summary: Taylor Malloy is a witch. One of the very best there is. Defiantly the strongest. But, one day, her family is attacked by a coven of vampires, leaving only her and her two little cousins. Now, she and her two new "son's" must run, hopping that they can become stronger so that, one day, they will be able to get their family back. But, while staying in Forks, Washington, they find themselves surrounded by Vampires, Werewolf's, and Pregnant imprintee's. Will they be able to stay inconspicuous, or will they once more be forced to move?

A Wanderer's Song

A scream was ripped from a girl's throat as she watched the scene before her play out. No, no, this couldn't be happening. It was impossible. And yet, she knew it was all so very, very real. She could feel the pain they were all going through. See as they were wrenched from their homes, from their lives, from their family, only to become eternal prisoners.

A sob rose from her chest as she clawed at her face, trying to break herself from her trance in time to save them. But, despite her best efforts, she didn't feel that familiar pull in time. Even as she scrambled up from where she had fallen on the floor, flying inside where, previously a party had been taking place, she knew she was to late. A party her whole entire family had been attending. Her own 17th birthday party. One she had selfishly left early to go exploring the woods. Even as she searched each room hastily, she knew she would not find anyone. Even as she called out their names individually, she knew her attempts were futile. Her party was over.

As she reached the front room, she collapsed in a heap on the floor, tears pouring from her eyes. No. This wasn't happening. This was all a figment of her imagination. It was all a nightmare. Yes, that's what it was. A nightmare. And yet, it wasn't. It was very really. Her family was gone and there wasn't anything she could do. She wasn't strong enough on her own. They weren't coming back.

In one last final attempt, she scanned the house for a signature, just a faint one that would say that there was at least a BODY for her to bury. But what she found was better. Two small signatures were coming from the attic, signatures she knew very well. Ones that were very near and dear to her heart. Rubbing the tears from her eyes, she flung herself up the stairs and stared around wildly.

"Taylor?" The name was whimpered from the farthest corner. The girl, obviously named Taylor, whipped her head around and stared into the darkness. Moving slowly she saw her 4 year old cousin, Isaac, sitting there and clutching someone in his arms. Taylor gasped as she saw what Isaac was holding. Her youngest cousin, 5 month old baby Denis, or DJ, was bleeding terribly. It was awful. Taylor knew that if she didn't help DJ soon, he wasn't going to make it.

"Hey, stinker." Taylor crooned softly, using her nickname for Isaac. "I need you to give me DJ, okay?" Isaac looked hesitant, to Taylor gave him a swift, but beautiful smile. At that, Isaac handed DJ over, obviously ashamed to have not done so right away.

"Resarcio." Taylor whispered, watching in satisfaction as the wound healed like it had never been there. Shifting DJ over to one side of her lap, she gestured to Isaac to come over. He did so with no hesitation this time, sliding into her lap, and wrapping his arms around her neck in a hug.

"Isaac, I need you to tell me what happened." Taylor murmured as she rubbed soothing, motherly circles along his back. Isaac whimpered and held on tighter. "Please Ice, I need to know." Isaac nodded slowly and proceeded to tell her how the red eyed people had come bursting in a little bit after she had left. They had sharp, long teeth and light skin. They had begun attacking right away. Everybody had started throwing spells, and trying to protect the kids who couldn't yet perform magic. Isaac's mom had been trying to help Isaac and DJ get out when she was struck down. DJ was hit with a bit of the spell that had bounced of the woman as she fell, though thankfully not enough to kill him. With her dying breath, Isaac's mother had instructed Isaac to go up the stairs and wait for those who were left. Isaac, scared as he was, was a brave little soldier and had followed her instruction.

"Oh, stinker, I'm so sorry." Taylor whispered, stroking his hair. "We are going to have to get out of here buddy. Okay?" Isaac nodded his head, leaning against her shoulder.

"Taylor?" Isaac asked sleepily.

"What is it baby boy?" Taylor asked, trying not to wake the now sleeping DJ.

"Will you sing for me?" Taylor stiffened, before nodding, lacing a sleeping spell with her voice. After the day he had just had, he would defiantly be in need of such a spell.

Watching the two boys sleeping on her lap, a couple tears slipped down Taylor's face. "I promise." Her voice broke but she plowed on "I promise I will always protect you. No harm will ever come to either of you. I love you. I'm sorry I let this happen." The only response she got was Isaac cuddling closer to her.

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