I stopped and smelled the air. Blood, and lots of it. I found a girl of about seventeen, blood staining her lacy dress, pale skin, and honey hair. She looked at me with pained brown eyes, pleading.

"I know." She whispered, "Oh, I know. Save me, please." She begged softly, her voice quivering at the end. She must be dying because she knew.

"You're dead already, lass, you just don't know it yet." I told her, my undead heart burning. My maternal instincts stirred to life, demanding I protect his child.

"There is breath in my body;spirit in my heart. I declare on my honour, there is life within this body!" Her eyes blazed with furious determination. "Save me, Miss, I beg of you." I leaned in.

"You may still not survive, but you must undergo three days of hells' torment as the rite of passage." I told her morosely. She held my gaze.

"I am prepared to beat back all of Hell with my bare hands if I must, but in the name of all things holy just change me already!" She cried out passionately, loudly as she was able. I had to admire her strength. Here she was, bleeding from at least a dozen deep cuts, and she had let to express pain. I moved her golden hair aside, gaining acces to her fragile neck. I bit her, and she screamed in pain, shifting slightly. When I pulled away I saw her close her eyes slightly, but no further sound came from her lips. She wouldn't let herself scream, but she writhed about slightly.

"You're doing much better than I was ever able to, Little Missy." I whispered gently as I picked her up softly as I could. We needed to get out of here.

I heard some one crying softly, and stopped. Moon stopped by my left side, Sammy by my right. Her sobs had the shuddering, raw, weak quality of one who'd been crying uncontrolably for some time. We found a red-skinned girl curled into herself, her long dark brown hair forming a barrier between her face and the rest of the world. She was naked, adorned only by a few leaves and twigs caught in her hair. My god, what had happened to this poor girl? All of a sudden her body convulsed as she noticed our prescnece, scrambling away while keeping herself as covered as possible. Her eyes were wild, beseeching and threatening all at once.

"We don't mean to hurt you, child." I said soothingly. She was so scared. "What's your name?" I could tell she didn't trust me.

"If we meant to hurt you, you would be dead already." Moon stated calmly over my shoulder. She had a valid point. The girl looked over at Moon, then back to me.

"C-cait… Caitlyn…" She said softly, still untrusting.

"Caitlyn, do you know why you can turn into an animal?" I asked her calmly. She shrinked back slightly, surprised I'd known that.

"I'm a shape shifter." She said, a little more sure of herself.

"What are you doing all alone? Where's your pack?" I asked her kindly. She smiled ruefully.

"I don't belong where I was before, and I thought I was the only one." She told us, still covering herself.

"We're not Shifters, but we're Supernaturals too. Here, use my jacket." Sammy said as he shrugged off his knit jacket, holding it out to her. She took it wearily, covering herself. She was taller than Sammy, and it just barely covered her if she crouched down, but it was better than nothing.

"You should know that we're Vampires.-Vegetarian, which means we don't drink human blood-," I added when I say her shrink away, curling into herself protectively. "You can run with us. First things first, we need to get you some clothes if you join us or not. I won't leave a child with out clothes." I said. She thought it over.

"Run with you?" She stated questioningly. She wasn't familiar with a phrase.

"Travel around with us. You can't really be part of a Coven ,a group of Vampires, since you're a Shifter, but that dosen't mean you can't run with us." I told her gently.

"I'll join." She said decisively.I smiled.

"Good! What size of jeans are you and what's you're favorate colour?" I said happily. Why I was happy to have this girl join us, I don't know.

I snapped out of my reverie, smelling the air. We'd entered the territory of another Coven by accident. We turned to see said Coven walking up to us. Holy crap, this Coven was huge! A blonde male and brunette female walked infront of everyone, signifying dominance. They looked oldest. There was another blonde standing near, but not touching, a black-haired slip of a girl. On their other side was a large, muscley male with his arm around yet another blonde. She was superficially beautifull. There was a lone brown-haired male off to the side. Their expressions were serious, but settled into our meet-and-greet formation. Sammy in front, Moon at his right, I at his left, and Cait behind him. It made it look like Sammy was dominant, with Moon and I second and Cait at the bottom. The younger blonde male had damnably kissable lips.

"They know," Moon said, "They know about our fake display of who's in charge. The lone male is a mind-reader." This caused all of us to look at him. He was shocked Moon knew this. Nobody spoke.

"Well, since nobody's talking, We're passing through and don't mean to poach on your land. I'm Avery, this is Moon, Samuel, and Caitlyn."I said. They each nodded slightly as I introduced them. The air was still charged, but less so now.

"I'm Carlisle Cullen, and this is my wife Esme." The blonde in front began. Carlisle Cullen… so he was Scottish. "These are our 'adopted children' Emmet," The muscle guy… "Rosalie." The blonde girl…"Alice," the black-haired one…" Jasper," The hot blonde…" and Edward." The mind-reader.

"I wasn't aware there was another Vegitarian Coven." Carlisle told us. I smirked.

"Neither were we." I replied. I wanted to know more about them.

"Would you like to come back to our house so we can talk?" Esme offered kindly. She seemed the maternal, nurturing type. I looked over at my little group of misfits. They all nodded their approval. I turned back to the Cullens.

"We accept." I told them. We all started to walk calmly, the Cullens leading the way. We felt no need to rush. Hell, we had eternity! I noticed Cait move closer to Moon behind me.

"Eu creo que o máis mozo rubio é quente!" (I think the youngest blonde is hot!) I told Moon, causing her to laugh.

"Xa quere foder unha delas? Só ti, Cait, só ti." (You already wanna fuck one of them? Only you, Cait, only you.) She said with a rueful smile.

"Eu non dixen que quería trans con el, pero estou seguro que o inferno non importa se ..." (I didn't say I wanted to fuck him, but I sure as hell wouldn't mind it...) I defended myself, trailing off at the end as I thought.

"Holy crap! Podería polo menos me avisar antes de comezar a realmente pensar sobre a merda que Kinky? Eu non quero ver que rubir con el!" (Holy crap! Could you at least warn me before you start really thinking about shit that kinky? I don't want to see you fucking him!) She cried out softly as she saw exactly what I was thinking. I heard Sammy laugh from behind me.

"Porra, así que xa alegaron el?" (Damn, so you already claimed him?) Sammy said as he joined the conversation. Moon was purpousfully keeping her mind blank. If she could focous on one colour for a full minute, whatever I'd thought about would fade away much more quickly.

"Yes." I said firmly, but then I rrealized something. "Eu non sei que é cos meus hormonas! É dicir, eu tamén son virxe e quero que tan mal! Eu son pervertido ..." (I don't know what's with my hormones ! i mean, i'm still a virgin and I want him so badly! I'm perverted...) I said softly as my shoulders slumped. Sammy put his arm around my shoulder comfortingly, pulling me into him.

"Non te preocupes, Caíto! É un adolescente, os seus hormonas deben estar a funcionar desenfreada. Só asegúrese de utilizar un preservativo, ok?" (Don't worry, Cait! You're a teenager, your hormones are supposed to be running rampant. Just make sure to use a condom, okay?) Sammy said encouragingly.

"Sammy!" I squealed as the full reality of what he said hit me. "I can't believe you actually said that!"

"Sweetheart, you don't believe half of the shit I say." Sammy paused. "Non mire agora, pero o seu Loirinha segue mirando por riba do ombreiro para nós!" (Don't look now, but your blondie keeps looking over his shoulder at us!) Sammy whispered into my ear softly. I giggled.

"Intentando facerlle celos?" (Trying to make him jealous?) I asked him, still giggling slightly. The idea of my gay big brother acting like a boyfriend to make the guy I like jealous was aboslutely hilarious.

"Good idea." Sammy said before kissing my cheek. Lol. Avery or Moon wouldn't think twice about the kiss because they knew it was a brotherly kiss. This Coven would think we were together, if not mated.

"Holy crap…" I muttered as I saw their house. I was very modern, Pinted white with many big, big windows. I didn't like it. It was a pretty house, but I much preferred a simple house, or one in the Victorian style with all the turrets and wonderfull dark elegance. Edward glanced back at me, and I could tell he didn't like me dissing the house. Damn, Eddie, get that fucking pole out of your ass, I thought, you look constipated. That pissed him off, but he just turned around. I can't count how many times social graces have saved my ass. Moon chuckled quietly to herself, hearing bot of uor thoughts. Then she gave me the warning look. It meant not to push him, because she knew I could get him angry enough to kill me. He dose have a damn pole up his ass! He must be clinging to the sociocultural ideals of when he was raised.

Their living room had beige carpeting and very comfortable looking couches. Everything looked so damn expensive I was almost afraid to do anything. I wasn't sure how to act around rich people, and I tended to be rough. No fucking way I could afford to replace anything in this house. Cait tensed up too, but Moon and Sammy were confortable. Moon was much more delicate than I, and Sammy… was just Sammy. He knew this shit.