This story idea does not belong to me. Nor do the first six chapters. They belong to a girl who went by the username KhronosAbandonato. Unfortunately, she had to leave due to personal reasons and handed her account over to a friend of ours. She asked that I, however, take over her stories. She'll help as she can, but as of now, my hope is to stay as true to her ideas as I can. I hope that you all enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I wouldn't really want to own Twillight. Doesn't mean I can't write this though! And warning since Khronos told me she did have someone with this particular misconception: this story is not a Nahuel/Bella fic!

NAHUEL

Staring out of the window of the train, I knew what was coming. I knew what was coming and I hated it. I wanted to remain in my forests. That was where I belonged. It was where my aunt and I had always been safe. And now I was being forced to leave. I could understand the reason why but that did not mean that I liked it any more. If it were not for the fact that it was absolutely necessary for my safety than I would have refused.

I knew better than to refuse my aunt when she truly wanted something. I owed her too much to do that. It was the only reason that I was going to Washington in the first place. If it wasn't for her I likely wouldn't have been alive at all. The only relief I had was that she was coming with me. "Close the curtains Nahuel," she ordered in her soft, deep voice. I nodded in silence as I closed, first the door's shades and then the ones over the window before settling back down on the seat, my long legs pressed up against the wall as I stared at the little crack of the shades that allowed me to watch the landscape rolling past.

We had already been traveling well over a week and I was ready to be done with it. I needed the chance to run and to be free. I needed the chance to drink blood and not have to look over my shoulder wondering if someone would see what I was doing. I didn't care if it was human blood or animal blood, I just needed the ability to actually have a meal without the abject paranoia that someone would be watching me.

My lip snarled knowing that even when I was there, I would still be restricted. They would all say it was for my own protection, but I knew better. It also had to do with control. It was control that I would never have or be able to have. I sighed and shook my head. "Don't think about it Nahuel," my aunt said shaking her head.

I looked over at her. The week we had been traveling, I hadn't said a word to her. Then again, from the one hundred and fifty years that we had spent together, my aunt had come to understand that speaking was simply not a habit that I willingly participated in. Not normally at least. I looked down at the watch that we had bought for me somewhere in Texas and noted the time. It was another hour before we would arrive at the station we were going to be picked up from. It had still been uncertain at the time everything had been arranged who was going to bring us back, but we knew that someone would be there.

The knowledge provided me with no comfort.

"Get some rest Nahuel. We'll be there soon enough."

A soft snort was my only reply. Rest had never suited me well. I knew too much about when I had been a child. The memories were too stark and vivid, especially when I tried to do anything like rest. The human part of my being allowed me to rest in some ways, but I preferred to use my vampire half to not. That way I could pretend that I had forgotten the pain I had put my mother through before I died. My aunt and I knew the truth though.

I had killed my mother.

I had denied my father.

And soon my sins would be back to haunt me once more.