A/N: Going to a house party tomorrow so don't expect any updates for two days. Reviews are appreciated.
Chapter 4
That Didn't Take Much
Pulling up to Carlisle's house the moon was already rising high in the sky. The house looked both at home and completely out of place among the mass of pine trees that surrounded it. Forks was a quiet, unimportant town, I had thought when passing through. A small cafe and a smattering of cabin looking houses lined the main road, indicating a small population. Perfect for those wanting to keep a low profile, perfect place for a vegetarian.
Taking an unnecessary deep breath I stretch my back before sliding open the door of my car and exiting gracefully. With the intention of collecting them later I leave my possessions in the car and cautiously make my way to the half glass wooden door. The talking I could hear before suddenly quiets to nothing as my heeled shoes click against the stone steps. Thinking they have heard me I pause until I hear voices rise once more.
"Carlisle might not ask you to fight but I will, for the sake of my family but also for yours…"
I knew it was Edward, but of the apparent 7 coven members Carlisle now had, Edward was among the only 2 I had actually met. Listening to the continued argument above I frown slightly as I open the heavy door.
They're agreeing to fight if the need comes, but I thought Carlisle was calling upon witnesses? Not soldiers.
This thought alone worries me, a fight means casualties. Sensing confusion from those above as my scent disappears -a gift picked up in the far east during my younger years- and I make my way slowly into the modern house. I can hear the others, the Witnesses, mostly agree with the eldest Cullen.
"That didn't take much…" The accent is strangely familiar.
"Vladimir…." His name slips out before I can control it, immediately alerting the room of vampires to my hovering form in the hallway.
Does Carlisle have a dog..?
Before I can finish the thought I'm pulled inside the room and forced against the nearest wall with a shaking hand clasped firmly around my slim neck. A smirk lifts the corners of my red lips, not the reaction the man holding me was expecting apparently as his hold suddenly becomes uncomfortably tight. The quiet growling confirms my thoughts, wolf.
"..You...mus-t..be...Ed-ward.."
My speech is hindered by the scorching muscle squeezing my airways as I turn as much as physically possible towards Carlisle's oldest son. My statement is met with another growl from the wolf. Controlling my eye roll to internal only I keep my focus on Edward and not the tanned boy holding me trapped between his much to hot form and the hard concrete.
I could crush him and he doesn't even know it. My thoughts towards the wolf cause Edward to raise an eyebrow, reminding me of his abilities. Esme quickly begins to diffuse the situation, moving from her place beside her husband, instead coming to stand near Edward.
"Nefertari, thank you for answering our call for help" Esme was always so kind, her voice now a calming presence in the tense room -I feel the arm at my throat loosen slightly- as the eldest Cullen son continues to stare questionably in my direction, golden eyes holding a thoughtful gaze. Remembering my previous thoughts I probe him.
"The ability to read ones mind from a distance is always so impressive"
"You're mind is so complex-" Edward begins "-so many memories.."
With an small shove on my part, the wolf finds himself sprawl across the wooden floor. Expectingly so he jumps up quickly with a barbaric growl before deciding I'm not a threat -or less of one- and choosing to situate himself slightly away from the noticeably numerous vampires gathered in the room. Where Esme was once sat stands Rosalie, the last of Carlisle's children I had heard about, with an imposing dark brunette loitering beside her protectively. A familiar voice has my observations cut short.
"Who asked Mamă...for her aid in this matter!"
Vladimir hasn't changed. Violet eyes meet deep ruby irises and I almost pull my gaze away from the ice still held in his eyes. Stark white hair looks vibrant against the dark sky, a complete opposite to his coven mate Stephan, who's stood loyal at his right. Although I feel my interest peak at the two tribal dressed women stood behind them I focus on my son instead. He looks the same as he did almost 3000 years ago, a sad smile settling on my lips. At least he called me Mother.
Too focused on my eldest, I almost miss the soft cry to my left
"Mother.."
"Mama!"
If it was needed, I'm sure the breath would have left my frozen lungs. Feeling overwhelmed I freeze, not knowing which child to run to first. They beat me to it. Carmen rushes into my shocked arms tucking herself as close to my chest with her head curling under my chin despite my much shorter height as Garrett surrounds us both in a suffocating hug. I pull my son closer, lifting a hand to gently clasp his worn stubbly cheek in my palm, rubbing slightly below his bloody eyes. I feel a true happy smile lift at my lips -the first in years- as I slowly untangle a dry sobbing Carmen from my form holding them both at arms length to cast my gaze over them.
Despite her happy sobbing Carmen is still beautiful. Her hair slightly longer than when I last saw her, now falls in soft brunette waves down her petite back and her golden eyes stare back at me. She always suited them, never the harsh ruby eyes her brothers share. Garrett still towers above my barely 5 foot height, shaggy brown hair dusts his thick brows and his short stubble now surrounds his strong chin. A flicker of my eyes and I realise Eliezer is situated among some unknown fellow vegetarian blonde vampires. Sending him a respective nod I address my children finally.
"I have been a bad creator.." I begin carefully only to be cut off by numerous protests.
"None of that now.." Carmen begins.
"We are not children anymore, you don't have to look after us!" Garrett finishes with his signature smirk.
"I know that, but it doesn't harm me to look for you occasionally-" Looking over at Vlad I continue "No matter how much you think you don't need me".
Vladimir snorts uncharacteristically, turning to Stephan with a muttering in Romanian. Realising there are several confused glances being sent our way I pull Carmen and Garrett into another hug with a promise to catch up later before turning to the waiting group.
"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on, and who the hell that is?"
Ah, the wolf.
"I could ask the same question of you, Wolfie..."
He growls and I flash a teasing smile his way before a brunette is jumping between myself and the advancing mutt.
"Jacob stop it! Carlisle said she is here to help, and she seems to know the others.."
My deduction makes her Edwards mate. From her near constant hovering to the copper haired mind reader and her vibrant eyes I realise she is not long changed. Not long indeed. Nodding my head in agreement with the newborn I spin on my heels to face the mix of shocked and knowing faces.
"Now, what are we going to do about this little Volturi problem?"
"Little problem? The Volturi will kill us all!"
The scruffy dressed vampire to my right shouts in anger, worry flashing across his burgundy eyes and hands fidgeting uncomfortably before he flashes from the room. Finally turning to the coven leader I raise a questioning eyebrow to Carlisle.
"That's Alistair, he's a little...worried about our chances with the Volturi" A good worry to have, I think with a frown that's matched by Edward. Carlisle also seems to be feeling the general vibe of worry, Even as Esme takes his hand, giving him a reassuring smile but unfortunately even I can see it's forced. Looking around the room I can tell everyone shares these grim thoughts of the future. I'm almost insulted. I've never underestimates my abilities and now is not the time to start!
No vampire outmatches me. Not in strength nor abilities, I am the the original being.
Seeing Garrett with a look of confusion at the mood I send him a wink before addressing the group once more.
"Why the sad faces? You've got the one person on your side that Aro is terrified of"
Walking with a new sense of confidence I sit on the nearest cream sofa, perching myself between the fireplace and opposite the blonde associates of Carmen and Eliezer. Unsurprisingly Jacob has an issue. Would anyone notice if I killed him? I ponder to myself as he all but shouts in my direction as he addresses the vampires.
"What makes you so special then, there are some pretty gifted people in here!" He says, hand extended towards the straight haired blonde sat opposite me, who now has Garrett hovering closely at her back. With no time to think too hard on it, I remind myself to ask him about it later. However before I have a chance to answer the agitated teen Carlisle cut's in.
"Nefertari isn't just some vampire, and neither is she just my creator-" this earns a look of shock from many "-She is the first vampire to walk this old earth"
Many of the witnesses turn with a look of shock but never being one to enjoy answering creation questions I steer the questioning quickly towards another matter.
"..And I can kill anything on sight alone so I really wouldn't push my ancient buttons too much pooch"
"Awesome.."
The silence is broken by the large vampire, Rosalie's mate, only for him to receive a quick stomach jab and scolding from the blonde. Feeling the mood shift finally to a more relaxed feeling I chuckle lightly.
"I think you mean very awesome"
