Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Twilight. They and most of the characters I'll be using belong to their respective creators.
BEFORE YOU START YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT:
1. This is pre-twilight for…uh, Twilight and very late season 7 for Supernatural...for now anyways.
2. There will be elements/characters used both from the show and the film saga (in due time), but I don't think I'll be following either of the two too closely since this story will be quite AU-ish.
3. Pairings - don't know what I'm gonna do when it comes to the Winchester bros just yet, so I guess I am open to suggestions. As for the Twilight gang though, the pairings will be as follows: Esme/Carlisle, Rosalie/Emmett, Alice/Edward, Peter/Charlotte and I'm thinking Jasper/Bella… (Just 'cause I like him way more than that possessive, overprotective, control-freak of a perpetual teenager Ed-head).
4. In this story, the Alpha of the La Push shifters is Ephraim Black, who – because of certain events that took place in the past – decided to keep shifting, thus stopping the aging process. Now, I know that at least some of you might find this highly confusing but all I can say is: bear with me. All will be explained in time.
5. Sorry to disappoint but Edward and/or Alice won't be evil in this story.
La Push, Washington: Quileute Reservation – Present Day
''Alright, Carlisle. You do that and we'll talk again soon, dear friend.'' Snapping his cell phone closed, the current Chief of the Quileute Tribe and the Alpha of the La Push shifters pack sighed.
''Was it one of the Cullen leeches again?'', demanded the young man standing behind him, his voice dripping with hatred.
Ephraim whirled around, meeting the angry stare of his great grandson – Jacob Black – head on.
''Well..?'', demanded the angry youngster.
''Jacob…'', Ephraim started, sounding exasperated.
''No grandpa! I've had enough! Those leeches are our natural enemy and…you…the great Chief Black, are friends with them! What is the matter with you?! Have you lost your mind?''
''The Cullens pose no threat to our people or the people of Forks. They are animal drinkers and…''
''Yeah, yeah…'', Jacob interrupted, his ire rising.
''Jacob…'', Ephraim growled out warningly.
''Why are you so defensive of them?! We should have ripped them to pieces a long time ago!''
''These leeches, as you call them, saved my…'', the Alpha started to explain only to, once again, be interrupted by Jacob, his eyes sparkling with hatred in the light of the bonfire they both were standing by,''...I know alright!'', he shouted, his hands balling up into tight fists, ''…I've heard the stupid story a million times over! The leeches saved your wife and son from other leeches way back in the day. You felt grateful and agreed to sign the damn treaty that stops us – me – from ripping their damn throats out every time I smell them out in the woods, and as if that wasn't enough you just had to keep on playing BFF's-in-league with the damned blood suckers since!''
Ephraim scoffed at the young wolf's blatant disrespect: ''...that may be so. And I fully understand that your recent first transformation is still making it hard for you to control yourself and the anger that comes with it.''
The Alpha of the pack met Jacobs intense gaze,''… however, I am your great grandfather, your Chief and Alpha and the aforementioned…slight, if you will, does not give you the right to disrespect me in such a manner, boy!''
Jake averted his eyes from his grandfather's face, choosing instead to stare at the dancing flames as guilt flooded him.
Swallowing down the rest of the anger filled retort, Ephraim sighed and motioned towards the fire pit and the rest of the pack who were idly sitting around it - watching, waiting for the argument that had ensued after Carlisle Cullen's phone call to blow over.
''Let's sit…'', he suggested as he slowly turned around and headed back to his seat.
Jacob sighed but followed him none-the-less.
Once both men had settled back into their respective seats, Ephraim spoke: ''…now, Jacob. I know you are angry and confused…'', he looked at the faces of the other members gathered round the bonfire, ''…I know that all of you are confused. Have been for some time now.''
''I don't want to sound disrespectful but…'', Ephraim turned towards the owner of the soft voice of Leah Clearwater, the only female in the Quileute tribe to shift…ever…that he knew of. He smiled at her encouragingly and she continued: ''…but why are you friends with the lee-…um…the Cullens, Chief?''
The Alpha heaved a heavy sigh, suddenly looking so very tired. ''I guess…'', he started slowly, as though unsure how he should phrase his answer, ''…I should tell you all the rest of the story to help you understand how my and Carlisle's friendship came to be…''
Jacob's eyes immediately shot to his Alpha's face, ''…you mean to tell me that there is more to it than …them…having saved your wife and son?''
Ephraim nodded his head as the rest of the pack exchanged weary glances.
''As you all know, I met Carlisle the day he and his family saved my wife and son'', he sighed, ''…and I did feel grateful for what they did…after all, they were supposed to be our greatest enemy and yet…they went out of their way to save them'', he glanced around at all the eager faces of the pack members who were waiting patiently for him to continue.
''And yes, Jacob. You are right. I did feel grateful, so very grateful…and that gratefulness was what had me agreeing to sign the treaty with them, in part. I guess you could say that having seen Carlisle work so hard to save my son when one of the other vampires had bitten him made me re-think the whole mortal enemies aspect…'', this revelation earned a few quiet gasps.
''You never told us that your son was bitten, Chief…'', Sam Uley, the current second-in-command murmured.
Ephraim gave him a weak smile. ''Yes Sam, he was. Carlisle, with my permission, sucked the venom out…never so much as wincing while doing it. He is a vampire and yet, he didn't drink so much as one drop of my boy's blood, because he was – and still is – might I add, so firmly set in his ways of never consuming human blood. But alas, that wasn't what made us such close friends…''
''Grandpa…'', Jacob started gently, his voice wavering with emotion.
The older man smiled at him affectionately. ''Let me finish, my boy…''
Jake nodded his head in agreement.
''I guess you could say it was caused by the events that unfolded about a week or two after we signed the treaty…when I finally saw just how strong a family, not just a coven of vampires, but a family – a united front – they were…'', here his voice quieted down to a bare whisper but every pack member heard him just fine, ''…a family as strong as the one I was born into…''
Ephraim's eyes seemed to cloud over with memories of so long ago as he started: ''...it was early spring of the year 1937…''
Treaty Line: Forks, Washington – 1937
As Ephraim stood waiting on his side of the treaty line, flanked by Harold Clearwater and Levi Uley – his second-in-command of the time – for the slowly approaching figure of Carlisle Cullen, his lips stretched into a friendly smile.
''Carlisle…'', he greeted as the vampire physician stopped just a few steps away from him.
''Ephraim…'', the patriarch of the Cullen family greeted back, a little smile stretching his lips too. ''How is your son doing? I take it he is well? If not, I could always take another look at him, all you have to do is say the word…''.
The Alpha of the three-man pack nodded his head in agreement at Carlisle's offer before answering: ''…he is doing quite well, thank you. I believe he will recover just fine…although, if any complications should arise, I will be sure to call on you for help.''
Carlisle smiled at this.
''Though, before we start on why you called for a meeting, may I ask who you brought with you here today..?'', Ephraim inquired curiously as his gaze kept wondering to the two young men flanking the Doctor.
''But of course…'', Carlisle answered. ''..This is Edward'', he said, turning his head the slightest bit to the right, ''…and Emmett'', he added as he nodded towards the other boy. ''…My sons.''
''I see…'', Ephraim nodded his head once then pointed to the two men standing at his sides: ''Harold Clearwater and my second-in-command, Levi Uley…''
All three vampires nodded their heads at the two men in a neutral greeting and the two wolves returned their gesture.
''Now then…onto business, shall we?'', Ephraim asked.
''Yes'', Carlisle agreed, ''…the reason why I called for a meeting is quite simple, really. There are two vampires…old friends of the family, who are on their way here to visit us.''
''I don't see how this warranted a meeting…'', Harold grumbled irately.
The Cullen family leader sighed. ''Well…the thing is…they are human drinkers.''
The two lower-ranking wolves growled as soon as the sentence left Carlisle's lips but Ephraim, seeing that the lead vampire wasn't done explaining, glared at his comrades, silencing them on the spot before requesting Carlisle to continue.
''As I've already mentioned, they are old friends of my family and while they are human drinkers, I give you my word that I will personally make sure they feed only off of animals while here.''
Ephraim thought for a minute. ''What are their names?''
''Peter and Charlotte Whitlock'', Carlisle answered without missing a beat.
The Alpha sighed. ''As long as they don't feed on humans, I don't see any problems with their coming here.''
Carlisle smiled. ''Thank you, Ephraim.''
Ephraim nodded: ''…is that all or do you have something else to dis-'', he cut himself off when suddenly, Carlisle's head snapped to the right, his shoulders tensing.
''Doctor Cullen..?'', The Chief of the Quileute tribe inquired, his heartbeat starting to rise when he noticed one of the boy's, Edward's – he was sure, eyes widen in horror as he quietly uttered: ''…father.''
''Edward?'', the Doctor asked, sounding on edge. ''What is happening?''
''Esme and Rose…they're'', he started but Carlisle didn't wait for him to finish as he took off at speeds that were hard even for the wolves to comprehend, running – or more like flying, in the direction of the road that lead into the town of Forks, the two boys now straining to catch up with him.
Momentarily stunned, the Quileute wolves stayed behind, watching the retreating figures of the Cullen Coven.
''What just happened?'', asked Levi, his confusion clear as day.
''I don't know but, judging by the looks of it…nothing good'', answered Ephraim before he shifted into wolf form, his two friends following his example a few seconds later.
''What do we do now?'', Harold asked through the mental link that connected the three friends each time they shifted.
Bringing his massive head down towards the ground, Ephraim inhaled deeply, trying to pick up on the Cullen's scents as a gentle breeze ruffled his thick, russet fur.
''We follow the Cullen's…'', he answered as he locked onto Carlisle's scent.
''Why?'', asked Levi.
''Because…whatever has gotten Carlisle this scared can't possibly mean anything good for our tribe's people or the pale-faces of Forks…''
Levi and Harold turned to look at each other, comprehension at Ephraim's words clear in their eyes. Nodding at one another, the two friends turned to their leader: ''Lead the way…'', they both uttered at the same time.
Ephraim nodded his head before he took off running, his pack members running beside him.
A/N: So…that's it for now. I realize this chapter is on the short side but I really want to keep you guessing as to what is gonna happen next. I'll get to work on the next chapter as soon as I can but, in the meantime, leave me so love, k?
