The Prophecy Chapter 1, a twilight fanfic

A/N: This is what happens when two minds think alike! Ausha and I really hope you enjoy this crazy twisty ride we are about to bestow upon you! All characters belong to the awesome S. Meyer...which we all know and love...but this plot belongs to the ever kick ass aushapasha and yagalinus0420! So, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride! It's gonna be a bumpy one!

The one who kills the ones who love him and protect him from the dark can only be brought back to light by the pure of heart.

Her love will be true and steadfast. She will be his beacon in his darkest times and will salvage his soul and bring him back into the light.

A warning should be heeded: her love, while true and strong should not be overlooked. Their love should be bound with two hearts; not one.

If she should fail in her endeavors, millennia of pain will ensue.

He will remain in the dark until he can be brought to justice by those in the light.

Another will come...she will be The Guardian...but not for the dark one. She will protect and serve the powerless from the dark.

The dark one will cling to her; he will see her as his salvation. She is not his intended.

The Guardian is brought forth and created in the image of the purest light and magic.

The dark one will confuse his savior for another's Guardian.

War, pestilence, spoilage will continue unless The Guardian and her allies can help the dark find his light.

The only problem at this time is the darkness doesn't want their help. The darkness wants to do things on their own. It is set in their ways and refuses to even consider other options. Prophecy be damned, the dark will have its way.

Now, you may be asking yourselves, how can the darkness overrule the light? Easy. We, to simply put it, fuck shit up. We cause a lot of pain, suffering, and have tons of blood on our hands, but alas, we want what we want.

What I want right now is power. I want a power so great, the ground quakes when I walk across it. I want others to take one look at me and make themselves as small as possible, to become invisible to my all seeing eye. I want my name to be feared by all who dare speak it.

Most of all, I want the Guardian that is promised to be my own personal fallen angel. The one person who will lead me into the light and keep me there. This Guardian, I have to have her. I already crave the dark like it's a forbidden fruit. As the days go by, the craving becomes stronger, harder to resist.

Alas, I am getting ahead of myself. Forgive me for my mind tends to jump around a lot. Let's go back to the power that is promised to me.

You see, in our world, many people are born with powers. Most are passed down through bloodlines. Years before us, there were several extremely powerful families that married into each other, exponentially creating more power. Some of course married into families with little or no power. If you wanted more power than you were granted at birth, the best way to go about getting it is to attain it...by any means necessary.

How did I get my powers you ask? Well, I'm glad you asked! I was actually born as a twin. Very seldom do both twins have powers upon birth. Matter of fact, I'm sure we defy the odds. My brother and I are thick as thieves. We do everything together, but he keeps a secret with our parents that I'm not privy to. I ask myself time and time again, what could this secret be, but I can never seem to figure it out. I love my brother dearly, so there is no way he means me harm, which keeps my curiosity at bay...for now.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was playing outside with my brother. My parents were meeting with others from the village while we played out back in the apple orchard. We used to climb the trees hunting for the best apples. They were always higher up than the ones we could reach; even from the ladder my father custom made.

We would always challenge each other to see who could get the biggest, juiciest red apple. I remember growing bored without little challenge, grabbed all of my apples, and headed inside to wash them up for Mama.

Walking into the house, I noticed that the entire place was empty. No one was bustling about. Normally, Father would be in his office working while Mama was in the kitchen preparing some sort of snack to hold us men off before dinner. The house was void of noise which peaked my curiosity, so I set off quietly in search of my parents.

I found them in his office speaking in hushed whispers. I wasn't sure if there were any others in there with them, so I stayed out of sight to eavesdrop on their conversation.

They were speaking of a beautiful Guardian that would keep him safe from the dark of the world. I mean, come on, it just had to be me. There never was a name said within the conversation, but it had to be me they were talking about. Who else would deserve such a gift?

My parents were constantly ridiculing me and comparing me to my dear brother. It was the never ending statement of "Why can't you be more like Edward?" that hit a bit too close to home.

Hearing that, at least 50 times a day, you tend to retreat into the darker recesses of your mind. What's wrong with just being me? I'm not so bad...really. Sure, I'm a bit rough around the edges, but name one boy that isn't these days. I'm a bit loud and mischievous, but I'm always polite.

Maybe it's the fact that I hold nothing back when I speak my mind. I just can't help it. Maybe it's because I'm too honest? It makes me appear to be rude, but come on, if the shoes are ugly as sin, I'm gonna tell you just that.

But I digress; our parents were talking about someone receiving a beautiful Guardian, to protect them from the dark and keep them in the light. As I said before, I figured I was the candidate for the Guardian; after all, my thoughts were staying on the darker side of the spectrum lately.

Apparently, this Guardian was coming to the world soon and she, I'm assuming, will help protect me from the darkness. Well, I want her here sooner rather than later. So, what can I do to bring her here quicker?

Thoughts started brewing into a plan to receive my gift as soon as possible. Once the Guardian comes to me, she will be my one and only salvation. A lifelong companion for me. A love that will be greater than anything this world has seen. As the turmoil rolled around in my head, I didn't hear Edward come into the house panting, demanding to know where I've been this whole time while he ran around like a chicken with his head cut of looking for me so we didn't get in trouble. I didn't have time for his petty, childish ways. Too deep and lost in my thoughts, hoping to hear more about this Guardian at dinner, wondering how to bring it up and see when I shall be receiving my gift, I missed the fact that all of the adults came out of father's office and left.

Closing myself into my room, I started plotting and scheming, working out a plan to receive her sooner rather than later.

Back in these days, there were no vehicles, so no car accident. There was no electricity, so no electrocution. Candles could burn the house down, but would appear too suspicious if I'm the only one who made it out alive. Besides, if I did try to use the candles, my parents would notice me changing the locations of them. That would tip them off to something just NOT being right. Besides, the residual oils from the candle would pinpoint foul play, especially if the authorities found the puddle right where the drapes used to be. How was I going to get rid of them?

Just then, I remembered hearing about the savages across the pond coming to pillage the towns and villages. These savages were brutal in their attack. Showed no mercy. Stole women and children while killing off all of the men.

As I slowly lay down in my bed, a plan came to mind. With the savages so close, I could pull it off if they were to come closer. All I had to do was entice them to come to our village and, hopefully, spare my life. Although it will come with a very high price.

The only things left to do were to infiltrate my mother's jewelry and go find the savages to entice them to come to my village and help my cause.

I remember slowly making my way to their room and gathering all of her priceless jewels; as well as all of the loose coins my father would leave lying around. Don't get me wrong, we weren't rich, but we were better off than others in our small village. Some would consider us of noble blood, almost royalty.

Running back to my room, I grabbed the small satchel type pouch my father gave me, making sure to carefully put the coins and jewels within its confines before pulling the strings together and tying them into a neat bow.

Placing the satchel onto my belt loop, I quietly headed out into the surrounding forest behind our home. I made sure to grab a big walking stick just in case they prove to be more violent than what the stories have told about them. This way, I would have a slim chance of fighting my way out, although I'm sure these savages will have me grinning ear to ear before I can even swing at them.

Heading deeper and deeper into the forest, the darker it becomes to my childish mind. I jump at every little noise, call of a bird, even shadows that seem to grow without noticing them. I am starting to feel a bit trapped and claustrophobic. Just as I trip over a fallen tree, I feel a pair of arms wrap around my torso, causing me to let out a gut wrenching scream as I fall into a fetal position. I hear their laughter echoing around me, bouncing off the trees and causing all of the wildlife to scurry or take flight.

Taking in the area around me, I see them all. They are painted in bright vibrant colors, disguising where they are from. It appears that they have bathed in mud to darken their skin and hide in the shadows better. The bright paints appear to be tribal in nature, but looking at some of the women surrounding me, they look the same as I do. I slowly stand up and wipe the tear tracks from my cheeks just as a gruff voice pulls my attention to them.

"What brings you out here boy? You looking for trouble? Shouldn't you be home with your mommy?" the tall man sneers and chuckles at me. His dark mahogany hair long and curling around his shoulders. His dark facial hair meshing well with his dark chocolate eyes that are piercing into my soul.

"I...I have c-come bearing g-gifts..." I trail off as I take off the satchel and hand it over to this tall dark stranger. "Th-there is plenty m-more where th-that came f-f-from." I tell him trying to get my mind straight. Trying to not make myself look more like a fool than I already have. I take a few deep breaths as I square my shoulders and hold my head up high.

"You, boy, are either plum dumb, or you're looking for trouble. Which is it?" the man asks while quirking an eyebrow at me.

"My village is just on the other side of this forest. We have plenty to offer you. All you have to do is come and get it." I state as I raise my brow in challenge causing all the men to chuckle at my actions.

"What is it that you want from us?" he asks.

"I am promised a Guardian. The only way I can have her is if I fall into the darkness. Consider this my first act of greatness and one step closer to my Guardian." I state causing the man to pale in front of me.

He turns his back to me and calls his men around him to discuss my offer. Many of them glance over to me. They are speaking too low for me to hear what is being said, but I have an idea. Just as I'm starting to worry, a young girl comes over to me and places a calming hand on my shoulder. Her violet eyes are soft in nature and her dark mahogany locks are spilling down her arms past her elbows, curling at the ends, almost caressing them with a lover's touch. This tiny waif of a girl appears to be peering right into my blackened soul. Just before the men turn around to give me their answer, I hear her mumble something about regretting this deal.

"We will help you in your quest in finding your Guardian." The man says while shaking my hand after we spit in our palms to seal the deal.

Before I leave, I give them the name of the town and the general direction of where it is located. Slowly, I make my way back to my house not knowing I just made a deal with the devil himself.

ChPOV

As the boy turned and left our camp, I couldn't help but wonder just where I'd seen him before. He looks familiar to me, but with him being a child, I would've met him as a babe sucking on his mama's tit for food. His dark curly hair and bright blue eyes call to me. I have seen those eyes before, I just can't think of where.

Something is amiss. This deal I just made doesn't feel right to me. I think the rest of my family feels the same way since our jovial nature has completely disappeared. The mood is more somber. We sealed the deal in spit. I have to keep my word no matter what. It's the way the ancient magic works within my family.

As night falls, the somber mood increases as does the butterflies in my stomach. I can't help but think we are doing something very wrong. There's nothing I can do though. The deal with the boy was sealed in spit and I must carry out the deed or suffer the consequences.

My tribe slowly makes our way to the village, waiting for the perfect time to start our newly formed mission. Get the boy his Guardian. It is what was asked of me, and he shall receive what is coming to him. Still, I feel like something is completely amiss. I just don't know what.

All the lights in the village have been extinguished and our time is now. I look to my left and right giving them the signal to start. I rush to the first house I see, thinking that it's the boy's home. I break down the flimsy wooden door and head upstairs making sure that I locate the boy's room and bypass it.

I head to the next door and hear the screams coming from not only the town, but the other occupants of this home. I kick in the door once again and blindly slice their throats with my hunting knife my dearest Bella made for me. Although she is not of my blood, I treat her as such. She is a rare specimen. The only person with a true heart of gold.

As I am dragging the bodies out of the house, I pass by the boy's room and hear more screaming. While dragging the bodies downstairs, the boy opens his door and drags someone else out right behind me.

I unceremoniously drop the bodies and head back over to help the boy, although he really doesn't need it. I rise to my full height and look around the village, at all the carnage my tribe has caused this night. I walk back over to the people I killed and start to slowly wipe the blood from their faces. That's when I realize the severity of what I've done.

Looking down on the dark haired man and red headed beauty at his side, I feel the unwanted images coming to my mind. I can feel the tribe gathering around me with their riches they just squandered as tears fill my eyes. I let out a gut wrenching wail as the tears flow freely down my cheeks as the sobs flow out of my chest.

The couple I've just killed, they protected this tribe when we needed to hide. They opened their homes and helped nurse us back to health after the war. They were part of our prophecy and helped keep us hidden for the greater good. We repaid them by taking their lives. No, not just theirs but the entire village that hid us away to protect the world.

I turned to the boy and screamed just as Bella ran over to the smaller figure he dragged out after me. Bella fell to the ground in front of the copper haired boy and gently placed his head in her lap.

As I slowly walked over to her and placed my hand on her shoulder, I could see the boy's eyes were open wide and frightened. He was clearly having trouble breathing, and before he could mumble out a reply to her whisper, he lifted a gentle hand and wiped the tears from her eyes and gave her a gentle smile. I saw the words form on his lips even though he didn't make a sound.

"I'll come back for you." he proclaimed as his hand fell from her face and he took his last raspy breath.

She bent over him sobbing uncontrollably before she fell silent and started to shake. Tremors were wracking her body almost like an earthquake until she was hoisted into the air, her eyes appearing milky white instead of the luscious blue violet I'm used to.

I've never seen such a thing; neither has my tribe, so we all fell to our knees and patiently waited for her to do...something. Speak, scream, damn, anything.

As the boy who caused of this carnage gasped at what he was seeing, my dearest Bella turned her shining white eyes upon him and pointed at him while scowling.

The boy shrunk back and dropped his eyes to the ground for a brief second before he raised his defiant eyes to her once again. When they met hers, she growled at him and opened her mouth to pronounce what was about to happen.

"The one who kills the ones who love him and protect him from the dark can only be brought back to light by the pure of heart.