This story is a dark fantasy. It involves vampires, werewolves, fae, and other unnamed creatures. It is OOC/AU. I am looking for a beta if you are interested PM me.

This is just the beginning...

Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight.

Long ago, there lived a clan of great promise. They were known for being practical, wise, strong, and loyal. Most of all they were known for being the Keepers. The Keepers held all of the knowledge of the immortal worlds that intertwined with the mortal world.

The Seelie Queen herself deemed them worthy of such undertaking. They had tried to refuse but she promised them ill-fated punishment if any of the sons of Cullen fail in the duties given. They had no choice but to concede to the tedious charge.

Still the Queen cursed the family.

"I bestow upon you Clan of Cullen the necessary tools you will need to keep such knowledge secret. If any of you, or your sons to follow, fails to keep this intelligence protected, you will only insure your own persecution."

It had taken them a long while before they truly understood her words.

-The Prophecy

"What do you mean I can't see him?"

"Now, Bella, don't start getting upset with me. I'm just the messenger." He said wheeling himself around to exit the room.

"I don't understand, Billy. Why doesn't he want to see me?" I asked, clearly baffled.

Jacob, my best friend, had just returned from a month long trip to Spain. I had missed him tremendously. It was not like him to ignore me as he had been for the past twenty-four hours. Last I had talked to him, a week ago, everything seemed fine. Great even. He told me he was having a blast and met many great people. He also told me he could not wait to see me. What had happened in that week?

I followed Billy since he seemed to be ignoring my question.

"Is he jet-lagged or something?" I asked trying to mask the hurt in my voice.

"Yeah, sure." Billy replied in a bored tone.

I grabbed Billy's wheelchair, turned him around, and gave him a hard look that said 'you better start talking'. I blocked his path, he finally looked up at me, and I could see an edge of something lurking in his eyes.

Fear? Sadness? Concern?

"Listen, I will let him know you stopped by. He's sleeping and didn't want visitors today. 'Said he wasn't feeling well. Must be jetlag. I'll have him call you." He tried to maneuver around me.

I sighed, not completely convinced. "Fine."

"Can I get through now?" He asked nudging me with the left wheel.

"Sure." I stepped to the side and watched him turn back around.

He mumbled something along the lines of 'damn women always blocking paths' or so I thought that's what he said.

I called out a goodbye as I headed out the front door.

It had been a week since I had gone to the Blacks' house. I still heard nothing from Jacob. Either he was mad at me or had the worst case of jet lag to ever exist. I pulled out my cell phone from my purse.

Where R U? Mad at me?

No response came. Again.

I decided to call Billy and got him on the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Billy, it's Bella. Is Jake around?"

He sighed, "No he's not. He left last night."

"He left? Where'd he go?"

"Back to Spain. Then he was headed to Ireland or something."

"WHAT!"

"I said…"

"I know what you said but why?"

"Said there was some information he needed."

"Information? What information does he need?"

Billy seemed to contemplate what to say. After a moment, he finally responded.

"Jacob really should be telling you this. Something happened while he was gone. I think he witnessed something but he won't tell me what. He just said that it's important he finds some woman who may have seen something. It was all vague. I'm pretty confused myself."

"It must have been something big for him to go all the way back." I considered. "You say he is going to go to Ireland?"

"Yeah. The woman lives there in Dublin."

After getting off the phone with Billy, I reflected on the new circumstances. What is so important that Jacob could not get the information over the phone? Why did he have to fly back? Most of all why is it Jacob refuses to talk to me about it? I could help get information and he knows that I have the resources of being a private investigator to get what he needs.

I am damn good at my job.

Frustrated with Jacob, I pulled out my laptop and began researching recent events in Spain specifically in and around the areas that I knew Jacob had visited. I was determined to find out the reason as to Jacobs silence. As soon as I found my answer, I would help him any way I could.

An hour of research did nothing but bring up small articles on what I assumed was recent festivals and miscellaneous topics that did not seem to fit in any scenario I pictured with Jacob. However, it did not help that everything was in Spanish so I had to recall what little Spanish I knew.

I was looking for things related to a drug cartel or of that nature. Nothing.

I needed a lead so I did something I was sure Jake would be angry with me for. I put a watch on his credit cards and started packing a bag. When I land in Spain, I will meet right up with Jake and force him to let me in on what is going on.

It was easy to leave Forks. Most of my friends had moved on from Forks and those that stayed are married with a few kids. I have nothing but my own small PI office. No friends, no boyfriend, and no nine to five job holding me back. Therefore, it was an easy decision to go help my closest friend.

It was a slow month and only had to turn down one client. This ended up fine because she had found out that her husband had actually purchased the necklace for her not another woman. I did not tell her that he probably noticed she found the box so he lied covering his tracks.

I have little faith in men or relationships in general.

My father never spoke of my mother but I was sure she had cheated on him and then left him with a baby to raise on his own. He was a great father but he never opened his heart up again. I asked him about my mother once and he said, "My life with her was like a fantasy. You are the only reason I know it was real." He had quickly changed the subject.

As soon as the plane landed and I hastily made my way to the closest table to sit, I pulled out my laptop and checked once again to see if Jacob had used his credit card. Luckily, he had used it.

At a pub in Dublin!

How was it he was already in Dublin? Did he spend only one night in Spain or did he go straight to Dublin?

Disappointed, I headed to a ticket counter to purchase a new ticket.

I had really wanted to do a little bit of sightseeing since I was in Spain.

I had three hours until my plane left. I wondered if I would have enough time to take a taxi to town and back but decided against it. The sooner I got to Jake the better. Maybe we could enjoy Dublin. I had always wanted to go there.

The only other country I had ever been to was Australia on a special school trip. Jacob was not able to go since he was not in the AP classes. I had had fun despite Mike Newton's incessant flirting. Usually when Jacob was around Mike was too intimidated to approach me. Most people thought Jacob and I were more than friends and neither of us did anything to discourage their thoughts. We let them believe whatever they wanted.

Sitting at a bar top, I leaned closer to the bartender and asked for a vodka and cranberry. He nodded and poured my drink, setting it in front of me along with a basket of chips and salsa.

"Thanks," I muttered.

After a while, a man came and sat next to me at the bar top and I scooted my laptop closer to me in order to make room for him. I idly wondered why he chose the seat next to me and not one of the many other empty ones.

Then I looked over at him and did not mind – at all.

The man was gorgeous with dark hair slicked back, deep green eyes, and a fancy tailored suit.

He screamed money and sex.

"Hello," he nodded politely.

"Hello," I murmured back, trying to get back to work on my laptop.

"Here on business?" He inquired.

"Something like that. You?"

"Something like that." He repeated my answer with a smile.

I swooned inwardly.

"Actually, I am trying to help a friend. Seems he has gotten himself into some trouble." I revealed.

He gave an easy laugh, "It's easy to do. Get in trouble, that is. I keep finding myself there as well."

I looked him over, he was big, and it was easy to determine that he had an incredibly sculpted body under his suit. There was something about him that seemed dangerous.

"I find that easy to believe," I joked. "Bella," I said holding out my hand.

"Edward," he completed the exchange and a sizzling feeling went through my hand at his touch. An incredulous look passed in his eyes. I wondered if he felt it too.

"Where are you headed to meet this friend?" he asked coolly but stressing the last word as if in question.

"Dublin. Where are you headed?"

He smiled, "Dublin."

The way he answered sent a trill of fear through me. Something inside of me was screaming for me to run and hide while the other welcomed this man. He was leaning in closer, almost as if he was sniffing me, and I instinctually pulled back.

He leaned in again and spoke quietly, "It was a pleasure meeting you. Perhaps we will see each other again."

I felt his hot breath caress my skin. Every membrane was on end in expectation of something. When he stood to leave, relief and desire consumed me.

I wanted him to leave.

No, I wanted him inside me.

I was just as scared in that moment as I was infatuated.

This man was positively dangerous.

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-Wings