I do not own ANY of the characters in this story but mine. All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter One
I was sitting on my Suzuki Biplane motorcycle in the parking lot of my new school with every person who passes me staring but they couldn't see my face since I was wearing my matching yellow helmet with a dark screen across my face.
"This is ridicules," I muttered as I got off my motorcycle and put the lock on the wheels before I headed to the school. As I walked the steps I pulled my helmet off letting my shoulder length black hair with bright blond streaks and roots fall to my shoulders. When I entered the school I stopped, looked around for a second before looking down at the paper in my hand and heading towards my first period class.
When I finally got to the room more than half the room was full. I knocked lightly on the opened door before entering.
"Oh Mr. Adamson it seems you found my class," smiled my teacher as he studied my strange appearance.
"Yeah lucky I guess," I faked laughed as I rubbed the back of my head.
"You can sit next to Mr. Cullen over there," answered the teacher as he pointed to the middle of the last row to a boy much taller than myself with short blond hair.
"K," I sighed as I fixed the strap of my neon yellow and black messenger bag. I walked briskly over to the blond boy with everyone's eyes on me as I went. When I arrived at my seat I pulled my bag off and gently dropped it next to my seat.
"So, Mr. Cullen do you have a first name?" I asked as I sat down next to the blond boy.
"Jasper," answered the blond boy in a cool boy.
"Jasper, huh I use to know a guy named Jasper in Texas but that was a long time ago," I smiled as I leaned back on my chair while yawning.
"Texas?" asked Jasper as he looked at me in curiosity.
"Yeah he used to be in the army too," I whispered as I looked up at the ceiling.
"Interesting," smirked Jasper as he looked to the front of the room.
"Yeah interesting," I yawned as I leaned forward and resting my head on my now folded arms.
Lunch
I was walking with a lunch tray in my hands for a table when I suddenly felt a sudden pain. I knew what was coming; I dropped my tray and cover my mouth with my hands. Everyone's eyes turned to me as I started to cough and as I coughed I felt something hot oozing off my hand. I opened my eyes to see blood dripping between my fingers.
"No not again," I whispered as I closed my eyes again and fell to my knees as another round of coughing escaped from my throat. Almost everyone in the lunchroom surrounded me.
"Are you ok!" called several voice's.
"Shut up," I whispered since the voices sounded louder than they were.
"Someone call 911!" yelled another voice.
"It's ok," whispered a voice into my ear as I felt something cold pick me up.
"Thank you," I whispered as I closed my eyes and fell into unconsciousness.
When I woke up I was now in a hospital room with a heart rate monitor on my finger and an IV in my arm.
"Damn it," I groaned as I covered my eyes with my right forearm that had the heart rate monitor on it.
"You're awake I see," called a voice. I pulled my arm away from my eyes and turned my head over to look at the owner of the voice. A young doctor in his late 20's early 30's was standing in the doorway.
"Cullen," I whispered as I closed my eyes.
"You've heard of me," chuckled Dr. Cullen as he approached the bed.
"Yeah I've heard of you," I groaned as a headache hit.
"My son has told me your name is Anthanatos Adamson. Who named you?" asked Dr. Cullen as he looked at me in interest.
"My mother," I answered with a sigh as I opened my eyes.
"I've never heard anyone with such a name," chuckled Dr. Cullen as he looked down at his paper.
"Yeah I don't even know what my mother was thinking," I muttered as I turned my head to look outside.
"It seems you have hemoptysis but we don't know the cause so you will have to stay here for a few days for some exams," explained Dr. Cullen as he looked up from his clipboard. I rolled my eyes already knowing what he was going to say before he said it since I've heard it a million times.
"Does this happen often?" asked Dr. Cullen as if he saw me roll my eyes.
"Only when I'm really stressed," I answered as I pushed myself up into a sitting position with my back to him still.
"Hm that changes a few things," whispered Dr. Cullen to himself as I heard him flip a few pages over. After a few minutes Dr. Cullen left the room.
"Deja view," I muttered as I fell back on the bed with my hands above my head. After a few minutes of silence I finally fell back to sleep.
When I woke up again it wasn't because I wanted to. Before I opened my eyes I felt something poking at my arm and something cold on my arm. My eyes shot open as I saw a man in a black cloak standing over me and was trying to put a very large needle into my arm, I let a low growl escape my lips as I spind myself around and while doing that I smashed my foot into the man's head. Then man cursed as he walked back a few feet. I grabbed the syringe and pulled the needle out. After I took the needle out I looked at what was in the syringe. Inside the small tub was thick purple liquid.
"Fuck," I growled as I threw the syringe on the ground making it explode on the ground.
"You little bastard," growled the man as he grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down on my back.
"Don't touch me!" I roared as I wrapped my legs around his neck and threw him across the room. I sighed as I heard the man hit to the ground. I looked over at the man to see if he was moving but he wasn't and his neck was bent in a strange angle.
"Damn it I didn't want to kill him," I growled as I jumped off the bed, pulled the hospital gown off and quickly dressed into my cloths. I walked over to a chair that sat next to the door and picked up my messenger bag and my yellow helmet. I looked threw my book bag, then pulled out my Suzuki Biplane keys and then pushed a bright blue button on the key itself. I threw my bag onto my shoulder and quickly got out of the room. Right before I got to the front entrance I stopped to check if there was anyone at the front desk but lucky for me there wasn't anyone. I quietly ran passed the front desk and out the door. I stopped at the steps ad looked around for my bike. Then I saw it sitting at the end of the parking lot. I sighed and pulled my helmet on, tightened the strap on my messenger bag so it was tight against my back and ran down the steps to my bike. I quickly got on shoving the key in and rode off.
After 30 minutes or so of riding I found myself in La Push.
"Huh I should really pay attention to where I'm go," I mumbled as I closed my eyes. Then I was snapped out of my relax state by the sound of another motorcycle. I turned my head slightly to see another cloaked figure on a motorcycle chasing after me.
"They already caught up to me," I whispered as I lowered my foot onto a small bar that poked out below the footrest. I pushed the bar down hard and held tightly to my hand bars. A second after I pushed the bar down flames erupted from the back end and I shot of going from 50 to 110 mph. But then I felt a burst of pain in my right shoulder.
"Guns," I growled as I felt my blood flowing down my back and soaking my shirt and pants.
"Come on boy you can't run forever!" called a male's voice.
"I know I can't," I answered as I took a sharp turned down a dirt road.
"Brat," growled the male's voice again as I pulled my bike's front end to jump over a log.
"Try to catch me!" I called as I flew over the log.
"I'll catch you alright," called the man. Right when my front wheel touched the ground it blew out, the back end of my bike fell on top of me and both the bike and myself slid across the ground.
"Ow," I groaned as I tried to move my right arm but a shock of pain went threw it.
"This is easier than it looks," laughed the cloaked man as he stopped him bike and got off with that syringe in his hands with that same purple liquid in it.
"No!" I yelled as I tried to push myself up with my left arm but failed since my bike was lying over the back of my knees.
"Calm down it wont hurt," growled the cloaked man as he held down my left arm and pushed the large needle into my arm.
"STOP!" I screamed and at that moment the man was thrown off me. I looked up with my right eye to see a giant wolf with rust colored fur. The wolf lowered his body over me as a sign of protection.
"Interesting I never new werewolves lived here," laughed the man in black who got up from where he landed.
"Werewolf," I whispered as I started to sweat from the wolf's high heated body. The large wolf growled while showing his white fangs at the man.
"Just run off mutt," ordered the cloaked man.
"Just leave me," I groaned as I pushed on the wolf's chest weakly. But the wolf did the opposite of what I asked he jumped right at the cloaked man wrapping his mouth around his neck and breaking it.
"Strong," I laughed weakly as I looked up into the full moon. Then the wolf walked over to me and picked my bike up with his mouth and dropped it to the side of the road. Then when the wolf was on top of me my vision started to blur.
"Thank you," I whispered as reached my left arm up to touch the wolf's head but before I could unconscious took me into the darkness.
Dream
I was running threw a field of long grass with my extremely long hair flowing behind me. Then I started to spin as I ran letting laughs of joy escape my throat.
"Yuki!" called a voice. I suddenly stopped spinning and turned to the voice. Standing several meters from me was a young man in his early 20's who wore the Shinsengumi uniform.
"Satoshi!" I smiled as I skipped over to him.
"Yuki you're as beautiful as ever," smiled the man named Satoshi as he caressed my cheek.
"Thank you Sato-chan," I giggled as I put one of my hands over his.
"So what are you doing out here?" asked Satoshi as he pulled his hand from my face and brushed a few piece of hair out of my face.
"Trying to calm down after that huge battle that happened," I answered as I tried to avoid his eyes.
"There's something bothering you. Please tell me," asked Satoshi in a worried voice as he came closer to me.
"It's nothing really," I whispered as I looked down at my feet which were covered by a pair of tabis and sat on top of a pair of getas.
"It'll be so much easer if you just tell me. Please tell me," whispered Satoshi as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"You know don't you," I whispered as I looked at his chest.
"Yes, I saw you talking to one of the ronin," answered Satoshi as he combed his fingers threw my long black locks, "But I always will love you."
"You're here to kill me aren't you," I whispered as I jumped out of his arms into the air and then landed gently a few meters away from him.
"Here I come love!" called Satoshi as he pulled his sword out and charged me. I grabbed my hilt and pulled my sword from my back blocking the attack but barley. We fought like this for almost an hour until I missed a movement and paid for it. The sound of dripping blood was the only thing that could be heard. I gasped as I grasped onto Satoshi's hand that held tightly to his hilt since his sword went right threw my heart.
"Satoshi," I coughed as blood spilt out of my mouth.
"I love you," whispered Satoshi as he leaned forward and took my lips.
"I also," I whispered as I closed my eyes in pain as Satoshi pulled his sword out of my chest and threw it down to removed the blood. When the sword was out of my chest I fell back onto my back with my eyesight going blurry.
"Please come back to me Yuki as a new person like you told me before," whispered Satoshi as he dropped something on me. I looked down at my chest to see a branch of fully bloomed sakura flowers.
"I'm not coming back I'm sorry," I whispered to myself as I heard him walk off. I slowly closed my eyes and fell into the darkness of sleep.
End of Dream
"SATOSHI!" I screamed, as I shot up with my hand out stretched.
"Hey are you ok!" panted a voice by the door. I lowered my arm and looked down at my hand.
"Where am I," I whispered as I looked around and then spotted the owner of the voice.
"You're in my bedroom but how are you," answered the boy who stood in the doorway.
"I'm fine actually," I answered as I studied the boy's appearance. He was about 6'7 with long glossy black hair, red brown skin with long round muscles and he wore no shirt, but what caught my attention was his life full brown eyes.
"That's good," sighed the boy as he walked over to the bed and sat down in the chair next to it.
"So what's your name?" I asked as I looked at him threw my right eye since my left eye was covered by bandages since I cut my eyelid badly when I fell off my bike.
"I'm Jacob Black. What's yours?" answered Jacob with a smile.
"I'm Max Adamson," I smiled as I pushed a few strands of blond hair out of my face.
"So what where you doing all the way out here in La Push?" asked Jacob as he watched me closely.
"I thought it was pretty obvious," I smirked as I looked into Jacob's eyes, "Werewolf."
"How do you know that?" asked Jacob as he gave me a weird look.
"Your eyes," I answered as I reached my hand over to Jacob and pushed a few strands of his hair out of his face.
"So if you know what I am answer this," whispered Jacob as he looked right into my eyes, "Why was a vampire after you?"
"Oh so it was a vampire. I thought it was a pyro this time," I laughed more to myself than anything else.
"A what?" asked Jacob who seemed to never heard of a pyro.
"A pyro is a human who has the ability to manipulate fire and some who are well trained and strong enough can turn into fire themselves," I answered.
"Wow so back to my question," stated Jacob who saw what I was doing.
"Well it's a bit of story," I sighed as I pushed myself up into a sitting position with my left hand.
"I have all day," smiled Jacob as he leaned back in his chair.
"Well to start off with how old do I look?" I asked.
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Jacob back who was surprised by the question.
"Just answer it and then I will go on," I snapped back.
"Um 17 or 18," answered Jacob who studied my appearance.
"Correct but I'm older than every single person in this world even the vampires," I answered with a smile.
"How is that even possible?" asked Jacob in surprise.
"I am a very special being. I am able to not die so I was given the name Anthanatos several hundred years after my birth," I answered as I looked down at my arm, which was wrapped tightly in bandages as a makeshift cast.
"Anthanatos what does that mean?" asked Jacob as he leaned forward onto the bed.
"Anthanatos is greek and means immortal," I answered.
"So why are they chasing you then?" asked Jacob as he rested his head on my thigh while looking at me.
"Because I am also very powerful. I am able to control and manipulate fire, water, earth, wind and electricity or/and lightening. I am also able to control how I look on the outside or to make it simple I'm a shape shifter. I'm very fast, very strong, I can fly, I can lift things with my mind, read and speak to people threw their mind, create force fields with my mind to block mind attacks or physical attacks. I am also able to speak to animals and understand them as well. And," I explained but stopped.
"And what?" asked Jacob as he looked at me in curiosity.
"And I can create wars and completely destruction," I answered quietly as I combed my fingers on my left hand threw Jacob's long strands.
"You're so powerful it's scary," whispered Jacob as he looked at his sheets.
"That is the reason why vampires and other strong creatures hunt for me," I sighed as I closed my eyes.
"But what's the point they can't kill you?" asked Jacob as he turned his head so his chin was resting on my thigh.
"My blood is very special," I answered as I opened my eye to look at him.
"What is so special about it?" asked Jacob as he relaxed himself as I started to play with his hair.
"My blood has several special qualities but you should hide now someone's come," I answered.
"Shit," whispered Jacob as he crawled under his own bed. I closed my eyes and when I opened them again I was look at my now red brown skin. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard a knock on the door and the sound of a wheel chair.
"Sleeping again are we," sighed an older male voice who I guessed was Jacob's father. I felt a soft hand touch my forehead, then he kissed my forehead and left.
"Wow you weren't lying about shape shifting were you," laughed Jacob as he crawled out from underneath the bed.
"You think so," I answered back in Jacob's voice as I sat up and looked at Jacob.
"Is that how I look?" asked Jacob as he studied my new appearance.
"Yes," I sighed as I transformed back into my original form.
"So what kind of bike is the one you were riding?" asked Jacob with a grin across his face.
"Suzuki Biplane," I answered with a smile as I rested my head on my left hand.
"Wow," whispered Jacob in surprise.
"Thanks," I giggled.
Please Review this is my first story and I would like to see if anyone likes it so I know if I should post another chapter or not.