Hey all! Thanks for joining my OC's journey through the Twilight universe. If you came to this story from my previous (Grims Blood), you have my eternal gratitude for sticking around so long. I apologize for the long wait. Just a reminder, Ronnie (my OC) has changed quite a bit and isn't like what you remember. Some of the characters from before will be featured in here as well, it won't be as frequent, and they probably won't appear until later, but they will appear (so don't fret if you liked them). This is still an EmbryxOC story, it will just take some time for it to seem like that.

This story is going to take place during Breaking Dawn's timeline if you hadn't guessed that from the title of this story. This will be Part 1 of Ronnie's story. Some of the lines will be taken directly from the book to help get the story moving, although none are in this chapter, and to keep true to the storyline of Breaking Dawn.

If you just found this story: welcome! I hope you enjoy Ronnie's story.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Twilight Saga, all of that is owned by Stephenie Meyers. I only take credit for my own characters.

Chapter 1

I stepped through the portal, rolling back my shoulders as the magic faded, the reminiscence of its warmth skipping over my body before falling away. I breathed in the fresh air, crisp and colder than I was used to. It was nightfall, the moon was high in the sky, the stars were shining brightly, and the trees waved with the wind.

I took another breath. Time to get things underway.

I grasped my fanged necklace, a slight trickle of pain, leaving my palm as it dug into the tooth. Blood spilled down my palm as I opened it over the ground. I could feel my magic singing praises as the droplets entered the forest floor, spreading out quickly as my intent became clear. Through my magics eyes, I searched the clearing. A few deer, maybe a mountain lion at the furthest edge of my vision, but neither were likely to bother me with the next step.

With the first piece down, I set out to complete the next.

I reached for the closest tree and sat down in front of it cross-legged. With my back against the steady bark I breathed in slowly, methodically, as I let my mind be at ease. The sounds of the forest surrounded me, the crickets, the rustles of the leaves. I was connected with the earth, connecting with it's own magic.

I closed my eyes, pushing my magic into the Attactus; a pretty little ring with a small gem that glimmered under the moons beam.

My mind was clear, an open pathway for the magic. I have arrived at the location. Will find shelter, conduct the search, and update later. The Attactus burned, at least one of the users on the other end, got my message.

I pulled back my magic.

I took out the information given to me for the mission. Forks, Washington. A little nobody town, but a place that seemed to be embedded in deep magic. Could possibly be because it was decently close to La Push; an area known for their shifters. The last time a witch or warlock has been anywhere near here, they'd been chased away by what they called "spirit warriors," or shifters as we liked to call them. Now, there seemed to be an influx of vampires and shifters alike; and it was causing an imbalance in the magical community.

I was here to see why- and possibly put an end to it.

A map was included, a mark already made for where the portal would drop me off. I was only two miles from the main road, add in another mile before I'd hit a dingy motel.

It only took me thirty-something minutes to find the lit up sign of the motel, a little run down motel that seemed perfect for the next small-budget horror film. I didn't want to think about that. After everything I've been through, I wouldn't cross out the possibility of being possessed and killed in a motel. That would be just what I needed.

The lady at the check-in counter was young, probably straight out high school, if not a dropout. She looked bored out of her mind, one hand tapping away at the desk as the other glided over her cell phone. She didn't look up until I stood right in front of her, an eyebrow lifted in a 'are you going to help me or what' expression. Her hair was pulled back loosely, a few hairs sprinkling across her forehead as her eyes raked over me. I wasn't anything special, I mostly looked like a biker with my black boots, pants, and a jacket that covered my white tank top. I often wondered if I looked intimidating. From the look of her face, probably not, but a girl could hope.

She stared at me expectantly, her fingers over the keyboard now, unmoving. "One room… please?" The girl nodded, keyboards clacking loudly as she entered the information from my ID, took the cash, and gave me a room key; all with no words from her lips.

The motel room was exactly what I expected, a couple of lights that both flickered as I walked around the room, one almost blinking out of existence, the bed was sorely uncomfortable, the TV didn't work, and I was pretty sure if I even bothered to turn on the air-conditioning, the room might threaten to explode. I probably could've spent the money for a bedroom, hell, a better hotel miles away would've been preferable, but this one came up as the closest motel/hotel to the target I could get. So, this is what I get.

I really hoped this was all worth the trouble.

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It's not unordinary for the guild to get an anonymous tip about magical mishaps that were bordering on exposing us all, but when you get a tip that a town got a magical burst out of nowhere, it was something that needed to be looked into. Immediately.

There were rumors that something new had entered the magical domain. Every creature on this realm and the next held a magical signature of some sort. Human felt… empty, silent. They exuded nothing, no color, nothing extraordinary, and thus it wasn't all that weird that they had a hard time telling the difference between a porcelain lawn-gnome and actual gnomes (pesky buggers, got to watch out for them, they like to steal your stuff in the middle of the night, along with pixies). Witches and warlocks were an electrifying blue, bright, and fizzles over the skin when near another; it left most of us feeling warm. Vampires carried a shroud around them, a darkness that alerted the senses of most beings; it didn't mean they were always evil, but it definitely can be seen as the reason why most creatures first instinct is to attack when meeting one. Shifters… are this odd earthly tone. It's not necessarily calming, but not alarming. They felt like they were part of the earth; unlike the werewolves, they were often compared to.

But this, this was new. It bordered on dark nothingness, like a pitfall that never ended. It was unnerving, to say the least, to not know what it was, or what caused it.

Hence, why they sent me to take a closer look.

My first suspect was this Carlisle Cullen, a doctor at the local hospital; married to Esme Cullen with five adopted children, one of them had gotten married recently. Bleh. I had called the day before, asking to see if I could schedule an appointment with Doctor Cullen. Hopefully, I could get some answers from him without using… otherworldly means. Maybe sending a blood witch to investigate a town with vampires and shifters wasn't the best idea; but of course, I was the only one available.

The hospital was typical, just like any other small town hospital. I've already gathered that Doctor Cullen was the most famous doctor in the hospital, if not the town. He was all the nurses, and other doctors could talk about, some with petty jealous, some with admiration, but no matter what, he was the star of every discussion.

The fact that he was a vampire didn't come to be that much of a surprise at all. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, goosebumps went across my arms. My magic hissed, pulling at my body, wanting to be released. It growled as the gorgeous vampire smiled at me, promising pain if he even so much as touched me. I pushed it down, giving the man a welcoming smile, the urge to attack strong when we shook hands.

"Now Miss…" he looked at the documents, his golden eyes scanning before laying on me again, no source of malice in his gaze, "Grim is it?" I nodded. "Good, so what has brought you here today?" He sat against the counter, the clipboard resting against his long legs with calming ease that bothered my magic for no reason other than he was too perfect.

I let my magic surface briefly, hoping my eyes were glowing with intent, "What's brought me here is that something weird is going on around here, and I think you might know what it is," the counter cracked beneath his hands as he took an unneeded breath, his eyes glowing bright with what I assume was worry. He stepped away slowly, straightening his coat, and putting the clipboard on the counter.

Through all of these movements, the calming smile never left his lips. It was disgusting. I couldn't be sure if he were sincere, or if he was one of those vampires that considered themselves master manipulators. Whichever it was, I wasn't buying it.

"Now, Miss Grim, I don't know what you're talking abo-"

"Cut the crap," I leveled a glare, my eyes practically burning from the amount of magic being pumped into them, hoping to the Goddess that I was intimidating. "We both know what I'm here about, but one of knows more, and that just isn't enough for the Council to sit back on their hands and watch the universe deal with whatever pile of shit you guys have decided to bring onto this planet. So why don't you do both of us a favor and stop feeding me bullshit."

The smile finally dropped. Good, I don't have time for fake beings.

"Not here," he whispered lowly; even though no one was within earshot. Vampires. The ones who tried to live as humans were always the weird ones.

"Fine, then tell me where. Because while I'm not in a hurry, the Council isn't always as patient."

He nodded, shaking my hand again, giving it a light, threatening, squeeze. He got the message.

"I invite you to join us for dinner, around say, 8 o'clock?" He tried to smile, instead he ended up looking sick; even though I knew vampires of all kinds don't get sick, unless they were bitten by pixies or werewolves, but that definitely wasn't the case here. My guess was, if he were human, he would be paler and throwing up over the side of a trash can.

"As long as I'm not the dinner," he chuckled, it sent shivers down my body. Goddamn, the man was gorgeous for a vampire.

"8 o'clock it is."

-End of Chapter 1-

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