Obligatory stuff: I don't own Power Rangers or Twilight I just like to play in other people's backyards.
The first official Power Rangers/Twilight crossover is here!
A few quick notes. I'm going off cannon a little bit with Tommy. This takes place post-Dino Thunder, but Tommy has maintained his Zeo powers (which is still cannon by the way incase you didn't see Forever Red. If you haven't seen it I suggest heading over to youtube, it's quite good).
To my Billy-centered fans don't be fooled by the Tommy/Edward listing, there's plenty of Billy for all of us. This is also my first Billy angst story which I'm excited about, although I have to admit was not easy corrupting our poor sweet boy genius, but it had to be done. The things I do for my fans!
For the Twilight fans, I've done my best to capture Edward in all his glory. This takes place during New Moon at that fateful time when most of us defected to Team Jacob. I've done my best to stick with cannon, and hope that it meets your expectations.
For those of you who are used to my slightly more subdued style, just a word of warning, this story is going to be much more adult. Serious Lemony goodness, for PR fans who don't know what that means, well, just remember I did give this an M rating.
As always critiques of any type are welcome. Feel free to be constructive in your criticism, I welcome all comments and look forward to your reactions.
Now, on with the story!
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Sunset.
Dusk, evening, Twilight. A time of beauty, a time of romance. A time people look to the colors of the horizon, or to the flowers bowing their heads to the dying light.
But for Edward Cullen, twilight was something altogether different. It was a time of darkness, of danger. A time when things of nightmares came out to haunt the living. A time for things…well, like him.
He paced the street of the city without a sound. The streets were crowded, as they were nearly every night in Cancun's summer. Night was his only refuge from the stuffy hotel near the outskirts of the city where he spent his days. Mexico wasn't exactly the friendliest environment to those of the "sparkly" persuasion, but he made do.
Normally he walked the streets without much purpose. He didn't have much purpose these days. He'd had a purpose once, she had been the most important thing in his life, until his life became more dangerous to her than the things he could protect her from. So he'd made the decision to leave, to protect her from the thing that hurt her most, him. So now he walked the streets alone, half a world away from the thing he loved most. A shadow once more.
Tonight, however, there was a purpose to his actions. He knew where he was headed, and who would be there. A few nights ago while perusing some random bars on this street the thoughts of two particular men had caught his attention, they were planning a murder.
He reached the front door of the establishment just as the man he'd first heard the thoughts of entered. For the last three nights he'd followed the men to this bar as they met with friends, and planned their action. From what he could tell it was some kind of gang assassination. It was going to be clean and simple, or so they thought. They had no idea that a few tables away a monster listened to their thoughts, making plans of his own.
Tonight was the night. That was the thought on all of their minds. The target, a man they called Raul, would be in an alleyway awaiting a drug exchange they'd covertly set up. One of them would go in as the dealer, and then the others would jump him from the shadows. Edward saw the location of the alley, thanks to their multiple viewpoints and even had a clear picture of them marked man from their heads. He understood their crude street Spanish more than well enough to get information from their words.
The leader spoke for them to go, and the four men stood and headed to the exit. Edward counted to ten then stood up to leave to. He was halfway to the door when something hit him hard from the side. He felt the splash of warm liquid hit his shirt and his nose was filled with the scent of alcohol.
"Oh, dude, I'm so sorry," said a voice from his right. A tall man, well muscled through the shoulders stood next to him, holding two now empty shot glasses. His black hair was cut short and spiked up randomly around his head. He smelled heavily of sand and sweat, and Crown Royal.
"It's fine," Edward said. He adjusted the front of his shirt uselessly; it was soaked right to the skin. He hoped the murderers wouldn't smell him coming.
"No," the man said. "It was completely my fault. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it."
"That's completely unnecessary," Edward said in his most diplomatic tone. The men were already out the door and their scent would be fading fast. "I'm leaving anyway."
He stepped for the doorway but the man was quick and stepped in front of him. "Are you sure? It would be my pleasure."
Edward waved the man away. "It's quite alright."
"Okay," the man said stepping back. "But, hey, if you're ever in here again I'm buying you that drink. I'm here all the time. The name's Tommy Oliver."
Edward nodded. "I'll remember that."
Then he stepped through the crowd quickly and out the door, following his prey.