This has been sitting in my head for soooo long!!

I tried! I tried to be a good girl and finish one of the others first…but then I read another Twilight Crossover somewhat (Emerald Twilight by Bittersweet Alias completed!!) -like this and it only inflamed me to do this even more! (Then I found even more, and the burn to release my unique baby grew even worse!!)

I MUST WRITE THIS!!!

So, on to- The Hunted

"You understand your duties?" The low murmur of a baritone voice was nearly lost in the large room, though he did not have to raise his voice for another near to hear him clearly. "They all must die, and then you can be free." Two people stood in the gloom of a darkly lit room. One stood tall on a dais swathed in a black cloak with a throne like chair behind him, gazing at the figure that knelt below his raised platform, their head bowed. "Yes." The other answered softly; rich tenor voice rippling across the man as the bowed head rose slightly to reveal a single ruby eye and the smirk growing on blood tainted lips. That sinful smirk was all it took.

In a single swift movement the first leapt off the dais and pulled the younger man into a harsh kiss, the other making no move to stop the other as his mouth was ravished, the other moving a hand to the boy's neck, dull nails biting into the fragile flesh.

"Perfect." The man replied with a purr. "You know your job." He continued softly, the hand starting to roam lower, tracing something on the other's abdomen. "Don't disappoint me."

After gazing into blank blood-filled eyes he leaned close to the teen, licking at his neck, right over the pale boy's jugular before throwing the other away as he turned. The teen let himself fly though the air and then flipped as he fell to land at a crouch with a soft tap against the stone floors, long hair fluttering around him as he glanced back up, remaining where he landed, motionless. "Now go."

The Cullen Clan raced through the forest in a formation they had adopted out of pure instinct when traveling. Carlisle was at the middle head with Esme to his left and Edward to his right, the first son of his family silent as always, black eyes ahead while he searched for any human minds around them. Alice and Jasper were a few yards back behind them, Emmett and Rosalie trailing behind to the left, the couple murmuring softly to each other. Suddenly Alice yelped a curse turning to the front group and Edward, already seeing the vision in her head, calmly jerked his head back dodging the silent, nearly invisible dart going for the flesh behind his ear. Another flashed by and he flipped in the air landing on his hands to jump back, dropping into a crouch, then rose slightly ready to move, eyes roaming.

Good job dodging that! A voice told them all. Carlisle looked up startled. I didn't think that would work anyway…with that lovely rock hard skin of yours. The group froze and Edward opened his senses in full to hear the thoughts around but getting nothing but his family. Why can't I hear them? Are they too far away?

Edward… The voice purred seductively in his ear Edward tensed. Should you be First? Or…maybe Alice, or Carlisle? Which one to choose… Edward flinched then snarled silently, hands digging into the dirt. Everyone turned to him when he flinched, each becoming more worried in their own way.

What the fuck is going on? Damnit! Answer me Edward! Rosalie screamed out mentally, having heard the voice in her own mind. She and Emmett were back to back, the big man glancing about them as he flexed. What ever this is, it seems interesting! Emmett was delighted at the thought of a true challenge, no surprise. Jasper was silent, in both body and mind as he prepared himself for an attack, while Alice stood frozen, her eyes glazed.

Edward could not pick out from what she saw what would happen to them, she could not find their present path.

"Stay calm!" Carlisle called out sharply, his voice no different from his usual calm self. "Who are you?" The voice remained silent as Edward stood, the group glancing about them.

I can't see anything anymore! Alice told him worried. I only saw the dart because it would have somehow incapacitated you- I can't see who did it! Edward turned to her frowning, and then opened his mouth to speak-

Enny, meany, miney…mo…yes…how about…you-Cullen Heir. The group turned to Edward as Carlisle frowned. Edward stiffened in alarm, glancing about himself as the vision of a hand pointing a single finger at him flashed though his mind.

Unknown to them all, invisible threads were winding around his body, while Edward remained unaware.

"Cullen Heir? I do un- Edward!!" As Carlisle spoke, Edward suddenly was pulled into the air, all his body but a single arm free to move by the binding strings. Calm and expressionless, the bronze haired teenager slowly felt his back for a string and then pulled it taunt freeing his other hand.

No, you do not! The string tightened again and then Edward stiffened as another one latched around his neck and waist pulling him through the forest faster than even his family could run. Before he could think to find where he was, he was dropped into a clearing where a single human boy sat upon a large rock staring straight at the sun.

Darting to his feet Edward jumped back into the shade but the boy raised a hand once again immobilizing the vampire.

"Hello Edward Anthony Mason Cullen." Edward frowned as the boy tilted his blond head with a smile "Age 101. Born 1907, reborn 1924 when you would have died of the Spanish Influenza. The first to be reborn by Carlisle Cullen at the brink of death, but not the last- ability…full ranged Telepathy and no mate. Hm…an oddity." The bonds vanished as the boy stood, oddly mixed crimson and amber eyes fixed on Edward's face.

"Yes, you will be the first one to fall, and the hardest to kill." Edward blinked rapidly and then raised his hands.

"What is wrong? Why do you come after me?" The boy smiled, taking a single step forward. Immediately Edward felt as if an invisible force was growing around the boy, forcing him back. The boy's smile widened, turning sinister as he started to answer.

Wait a little bit more. Carlisle thoughts came to him, his mental voice worried. The vampire was talking to him in the only way he could, knowing that if the boy heard things would go terribly wrong. We're almost there, don't do anything drastic!

"Why ask me? You have done something wrong for them to send me after you all. Now die!" Before Edward could respond a wave of that force crashed into him, forcing the breath out of his lungs and flinging him into the air.

Edward! The vision of him flying a mile past the group then slam into a tree appeared behind his eyes and then Alice leapt up and caught him before the vision could come to pass, setting him on the ground when she found he could not stand.

Holy Shit, who managed to do that? Emmett, slightly worried about the health of his nonmoving brother, yet he was more worried about if Edward had yet to defeat whoever knocked him this way.

Damn, what a weak ass! Rosalie as always, was degrading him, the blond glaring at him as he lay on the ground, his body oddly numb. Worried expert eyes glanced him over as Carlisle knelt by his side.

"If he was human I'd say he'd been paralyzed, but that isn't possible for us-" that voice from before interrupted him.

"For me it is." A voice told them in a slow drawl. The group abruptly turned. The boy was a few yards away with that same odd grin on his face as he stared at Edward. They all took the second to take him in bafflement.

He was beautiful. Too beautiful to be human, yet they could hear the blood pumping, his heart beating fast in elation. He wore simple clothes, a pure white long sleeved shirt with matching pants, barefoot. His blond hair was cut unevenly, the hair on middle of his scalp reaching past his shoulders, the rest barely an inch long.

It was his amber streaked crimson eyes that made them all pause as he spoke again, voice deceptively soft.

"To me, you are not simply stone creatures." Then the smile came back, vicious and blood thirsty "I can injure you in anyway you have done to a victim. If you forced the air out of their lungs in a single movement…" The voice became a blood stained coo, a purring mockery of death "…or maybe paralyzed that pretty blonde so she could not fight back her blue eyes wide, broke his neck, her spine, that sweet little boy's legs, arms…once I am close I can see it…then I can do it to you." Bloodstained amber eyes suddenly zeroed on Jasper and the War Veteran flinched back, tensing. Carlisle took one look at the boy then let out a startled sound.

"You are a Hunter." The boy's head snapped up to stare at him, strange eyes widening, and then he relaxed.

"Carlisle Cullen. I was told that you would know of us. So then, do you know why you have been sentenced to die?" At that Rosalie jerked back.

"'Sentenced to die'?" She screeched out, pointing a finger at the teen, who stared back at her, amused. "Us? Why? We haven't killed anyone! We don't even hunt them! Why are we to die?" The boy looked at her, eyes widening.

"You haven't broken any of the rules?" Carlisle shook his head and the boy raised a hand to grip his hair.

As if reacting to his confusion, gale force winds picked up in a translucent tornado around the human, blowing his hair and clothes about. One second those stained eyes narrowed, then he looked up, eyes going wide

Suddenly Edward let out a gasp then shot back away from the Coven to land at a crouch, one hand to his throat, the other digging into the dirt.

"Edward!" Carlisle and Esme cried out, turning to him. Edward only shuddered in response and the boy tensed.

"No." He murmured, slowly starting to back away, eyes widening. "This isn't happening- not now!" They all could smell it; his scent was changing rapidly. Edward snarled and they all turned to him in confusion.

"La Tua Cantante." The boy whispered that word and Carlisle turned to him again

"What? But-Bella-?" Edward snarled again, eyes changing, slowly darkening until he was letting out a low whine, curling forward, his body bending at an inhuman curve as he fought the call. Carlisle let uncharacteristically let out a livid curse.

"If that is so then get out of here!" Emmett stiffened and then started to position himself in between the human and his brother. Edward shifted back, almost curling into a ball. Then he abruptly shifted, pushing himself onto his feet, and then charged.

"But I can't be!" The boy snapped out, eyes narrowing in anger, and then he stiffened, jumping back as Edward leapt at him, his movement making the Telepath miss his attack by inches. The boy skidding back at a crouch as Edward stood once more, his stance odd, and jumped at him again. "I'm not even purely human, how can this be?" Then the teen and Edward's eyes locked, causing the boy to start.

"What?!" The black eyes where gone, replaced with a burning red a swirl of the original coloring all that was left. He hissed under his breath, and then he shouted, "Your son is under the control of another Vampire, you'd best keep him under lock and key until his eyes change back!" Edward attacked again but the boy raised a hand stopping his charge in mid air.

"Under control?" Alice sputtered "How could someone control his mind?" The boy looked at her for a moment eyes exasperated.

"Do you really think I know??" Edward fell from the air and Emmett pounced, pinning his lithe brother to the ground as Edward stilled. Before anything else happened, the boy started to back away.

"You think we'll let you attack us then just leave?" Rosalie snarled out. The boy froze as he realized that he was surrounded. Jasper was to his left, Rosalie to the right, Alice at his back, and Carlisle before him, hands raised.

"We mean you no harm-" Rosalie snorted "-but I need to know who placed a Hit on us."

"Not 'us'." The boy responded, eyes continuously darting around himself. "You. Your first son. Your adopted daughter. Edward first, then Alice before she could see my attacks and then you as you mourned. The others later, depending on what their reactions were. That was the plan." He turned to look at Jasper as the honey blond man snarled aloud lowering himself into a crouch letting out a smile. "You, Strategist of the Cullen Clan, would have done the same…" The boy trailed off looking away at each of the vampires around him, and then his smile morphed into a smirk as his gaze landed back on the Empath. "Or are you angry because you know it'd work?" Jasper stilled, lips pulled back into a snarl but motionless. "But your eyes are gold. I have never seen that… and that instantly threw me off guard- all of you, I can not sense the… feel of human blood- I sense animals, I did not think it possible for muggle vampires." Alice stiffened.

"'Muggle vampires'?" She repeated quietly, her bell like tones making the boy flinch. They all looked at him with surprise.

"Don't bother." Edward suddenly called out. Emmett released him and he stood gingerly "While I was controlled I got a glimpse into my attacker's mind." The boy snapped around to look at him.

"I didn't get a name…just broken images of you, a family tree, the name Milani…" The boy hissed in anger.

"They lied to me, told me you all had the Peoples of Forks trapped under a wide encompassing ability. I was told that three must die, but if the others fled to not follow." Edward gazed at him with curiosity, yet stayed a good distance away.

"You have two true human La Tua Cantante…" The teen whispered again, seemingly bewildered "Who would have thought."

"What do you mean true?"

"For Emmett, they where not true full-fledged La Tua Cantante. He just was not strong enough to resist the call. Carlisle has." The blond blinked. "You are so immune to the calling that you didn't even realize the girl was meant to die, just by your hand." He turned to Edward, then to the people circling him "I can not tell you anything more. This was a deal towards my life; you will never see me again." Rosalie snarled, but Carlisle raised a hand to her, turning back to the Hunter.

"Do you need sanctuary? I'm sure Aro will help you-" at the Ancient Italian vampire's name, the boy flinched, his hands going to his hair.

"Not Aro! Never Aro, nor his brothers. They hate me, I am a vampire hunter remember?"

"You only kill the vampires that break the rules." Edward stated dryly as he sat up. "There rules, I might add, not yours." He shook his head then stood filtering a hand through his hair "What reason would they have to not offer you sanctuary?" The boy looked up his odd eyes flashing clear…colorless, and then the boy vanished. Everyone jumped; save Edward who was staring off in the distance, eyes glazing.

I do not take orders from the royalty of the vampires. I… am from an independent company of killers.

James Potter glanced urgently around the airport as his son's plane landed, barely able to hold himself still. After a moment of silence, the terminal doors opened allowing a flood of people out. He was slightly anxious. Harrison-Harry really- was Claustrophobic, and this was a stretch, to let him get on a plane so he could get here as fast as he could. James could-would never understand what that dratted woman did to his son, making him afraid of in closed spaces like he was, but ever since that… she had been slightly out of it…

There! A small lean young man came stumbling out of the doors; a flight attendant with a hand to his black silk covered back as she glanced down at him with worry. Before he could think, decade old happiness took over and he let out a whoop of joy. Finally, his Prongslet was home.

Harrison James Potter looked up to console the nervous woman at his side with a small hand to her arm, murmuring quietly. He always got like that when in a panic attack and he started to tell her that when he caught his father's frantic up and down leaps of joy, the old man waving his arms frantically back and forth to catch his attention. Green eyes lit up as full black painted lips rose into a purely blinding smile. "Da!" Thanking the woman with a stunning smile, Harry quickly walked over to his leaping father, the man running forward to catch him in a hug that pulled his feet off the ground. "Oh, Prongslet, how I have missed you!" Harry laughed lightly; dropping his things to the ground as he wrapped his hands around his father's neck, smiling brightly.

"Missed you too Da. Sorry it took so long to come Home." James set Harry down, and then bent forward, a finger going to his son's nose. "Harrison Evans James Black-Potter do not blame your mother's problems on yourself. You know the mental changes she has gone through have nothing to do with you, she's just a different person now." Harry winced when his full legal name rolled off his father's lips as James sighed to himself. Why that woman married Peter Pettigrew will forever confuse him, but it didn't matter now, all that was good, just, and down right gorgeous about the once Lillian Evans now Lily Pettigrew, she gave to their son who was now with him at last.

Harry was about 5'6, a small boy of fifteen years but his slightly shy yet curious personality made up for his stature. He had sparkling emerald eyes given to him by his mother, though to the elder Potter man they looked much better on the lithe boy. Curly jet black hair could be seen with his bangs falling to hide one eye, the ear tails he had grown falling to his shoulders, the coloring of his hair exactly like James, which he currently had up in a bun off to the right top side of his head. A black cloth, the excess falling down his neck to rest at his shoulders, covered the bun he had put his hair into. James looked at the cloth, down to Harry's eyes, and then back up raising an eyebrow as his eyes finally met Harry's. The fifteen-year-old laughed softly tugging the slip of cloth currently stroking his neck.

"I just wanted to." He explained softly. James crinkled his face up but nodded. Whenever Harry wanted to do something, it would be done, weather the participant liked it or not. Dark blue jeans hugged his sides, more than James liked, but the slightly undone dress shirt hit his ass from the world, so all was well… for now. The shirt itself opened a button or three (one at the bottom, two on top) to show a starch white wife beater, and a necklace hanging around his neck, with a vial of a dark liquid. James took his son in, and then shook his head. Ever since that both Lily and Harry had changed, Lily for the worst, and with Harry he had yet to decide the out come.

"Well then, let's get you home, eh? Then you can tell me why you suddenly had the overwhelming urge to suddenly live with me." Harry grimaced.

Once they got in the car James turned the radio off and Harry sucked in a deep breath as he nervously started to play with his necklace.

"First off, never think that I don't love you and I am just using you as a getaway-that is sooo not the case, ok Da?" James let out a sigh, then nodded in relief "The truth of the matter is though…well…Mom's been… getting worse." James winced "She continues to claim that she should have kept the child, regardless that her body was not faring any better from that accident- remember the one where her body would not take any blood transfusions? They had to abort it to save her life, yet now she is screaming that she would have died to let the child live." Harry shook her head, his hands clenching on the chair beneath him. "Peter…I think just came to her at the right moment. Now don't get me wrong, the man absolutely creeps me out, but…she loves him. I can see that, and she doesn't fall into any of her crazy moments when he is about. But he's always leaving, going out to seas and all that, and I want her to be able to go with him…do you understand?" James sighed, closing his eyes briefly.

"You are too selfless, you know that?" Harry blinked, then a strange expression that James never saw cross over the teen's face. Then Harry closed his mouth and turned to the window, staring out to the passing scenery.

No…I'm not.

I knew the first day of school was going to be a big problem, Harry thought to himself glancing at his mirror. Dressed in a tight deep green shirt with an opened black dress shirt over it, he had on black jeans this time, which were tucked into ankle high boots. The necklace from before was around his neck followed by one with a charm- a lily in dark red and white with a stick of white wood in its petals- and another necklace with a strange silver symbol. Attached to his jeans was a silver studded belt, two chains slipping down one side of his waist attached to them, the ordainments on them matching the single fang dangling from his left ear. Harry placed a single silver stud in the other ear, raising a finger to the three hoops located there, but left was the new student of people who grew up together… he might as well walk in with a bang.

Tapping his leg absentmindedly, Harry looked back up to lock eyes with his reflection. That black cloth was still hanging from the bun on his head but he didn't feel like moving it. After a thought, he took a string of silver beads from out of his jewelry box and put it around his bun glancing back at himself. His bangs were hiding his left eye, both lined with Kohl to accent their natural color. In an afterthought, he pulled his bangs behind his left ear. Might as well let them see my eyes. He thought with a snort, and then with a tap of his boot to the floors he turned on his heel and left the room while throwing his sling bag over his shoulder. Quickly running down the stairs he glanced about himself as he walked out the door, James already gone. It was a quiet drive to the school-- and as he left the old truck his father had surprised him with later in the evening last night-- is when he saw them. The masses of people he'd have to go to school with, and mingle with. Everyone who saw him froze, some girls mouths dropped open and Harry smirked to himself as he pulled his bag out of the passenger seat, making sure all his things were in there as he did.

"Who is that boy?" A loud female voice tried to whisper.

"I don't know… but look at him!" Another girl gushed; you could nearly hear the hearts in her voice. "A heart throb to be sure! Look at him! He almost beats Edward Cullen!" Edward Cullen? Him, must be the one boy that catches every eye, but throws them all down…I might want to get to know this kid.

"Oh! I know! He's Harry Potter! Chief Potter's son!" At that, the whispers dropped to an incoherent murmur and Harry rolled his eyes, turning away from his car, to see a sight never seen before. The sight made the breath fall from his lungs, and he forgot to breathe again.

Five pale, gorgeously beautiful people where walking to the school, talking amongst themselves quietly as they passed by everyone else. The one in front, a…words could not even describe how breath taking the tall blonde woman…?teen? was. She was silent walking close to a monstrously large, as in muscular, curly haired brunette who was currently laughing loudly for no apparent reason. They were just entering the doors to the school when the tall honey blond teen left the group of his family, and slouched against a wall, breathing deeply. Then Harry saw they were not five, but six. The remaining three, a tall bronze haired boy standing next to a small brunette girl his arm rapped protectively around her, and a tiny brunette girl looked at each other, and then the girl went to the honey blond, as the last teen started his way into the school.

Harry felt the energy around him stir, but in the wrong-wait not wrong… but a unique way. The feeling…the emotion he got from the group wasn't one of happiness or anger, or even nervousness or anything he'd ever felt so strongly when he traveled among other people… but one of thirst? It was odd…it made him ache, like a burn in his throat. The feeling of thirst was so strong it covered that of the thrill of the hunt, the natural predator echoing from the area. What was different about them from any other person around them? It made no sense, and why did they feel so uncommon? They were so thirsty that he could not sense any other emotion from them! Harry unconsciously tilted his head at the mystery, slamming his car door shut after he dropped his keys in a pocket in his bag. That energy always around him whispering small information caught in the wind, telling him of dangers around him, suddenly stilled in the air, and then crashed to the ground as if an invisible force knocked his defenses away.

Then the screeching started. Like a high pitched scream in his ears the noise made his sight blur, and his body doubled over. Harry nearly fell to the ground as he bent over hands going to his ears, missing the black eyes from a face framed by bronze colored hair glance up at him then freeze, inky eyes widening.

Edward Cullen chuckled softly, hearing nearly everyone buzz mentally about the new kid, Chief James Potter's only child from his flighty insane ex-wife, said to not be so stable in the head himself. Bella herself seemed unconcerned with the new boy, although she'd been in the same position not too long ago. Alice turned to look at him for a moment eyes glazed. Already she looked ahead to check on Jasper so early in the day. With their hunting trip aborted early this morning this would be the longest Jasper had gone without fresh blood around humans.

He'll be fine. She thought, to Edward or herself he could not tell.

"You would know." He informed her dryly, glancing about them. Rosalie and Emmett where already ahead making their way into the main building while Jasper stayed outside in the cool air for a moment longer. Bella was silent in his arms, still half asleep. Alice glanced at him, the strolled over to her lover, putting a hand to his forehead. Edward blocked them out, continuing to watch the crowds instinctively walk around him as he continued to the doors, and then his darkened eyes landed on him.

One of the strangest looking humans here, wait no- here was the long awaited Harry Potter, who was clearly the definition of unique to the since of the word. Dressed in all black, his hairstyle and jewelry shocked all around him, and from the knowing smirk on the pretty boy's face he knew all too clearly what the sudden buzz was all about. Suddenly the boy doubled over, clutching his ears in pain, and Edward felt Bella stiffen in his arms.

"Bella?" He started in alarm, the panic in his voice making Jasper start "What's wrong?" Alice turned to them not a second later as Bella collapsed.

The noise cut off and Harry sagged against the side of his car, panting in relief. That warning- it wasn't danger, but that, the something that was always around him, usually hovering right under his skin that had suddenly surged into the air around him, felt the need to tell him all the same. Something important was happening today, and it involved them. All five? He didn't know it had gone silent again, but if it did, he needed to prepare himself. Even if a girl unlike them was near them with no troubles, he did not want to get involved.

It didn't bode well for obviously inhuman people to notice him again.

After finally finding the head office he stopped at the desk of a woman wearing a purple t-shirt behind a counter decorated with an abundance of greenery. Way too much. Glancing about himself as he waited for the large woman to acknowledge his person, he sighed mentally.

Obviously there is no such thing as business casual here. He thought dryly. Clearing his throat made the red haired woman start, glancing up in surprise.

"Hello ma'am." He started slowly. She blinked.

"Can I help you?" She asked as astonished eyes took him in. Harry smiled slyly, and began to lay it on thick.

"I am Harrison Potter, and I should be starting today…?"

Harry framed it like a question as he trailed off, spurring the woman into action as her eyes lit up in understanding.

Of course everyone in this small town knew of the Potter family and the tragic accident that led to the long awaited Potter Heir to return. Harry made a face as the woman- a Mrs. Cope- shuffled through the multitude of papers before her.

"Of course, here dear. I have your schedule right here, and a map of the school." Several sheets of paper appeared in her hands and she handed them over

"Thank you." He told her politely, with a meaningless smile. The middle-aged woman nearly blushed, he could see the faint pink rolling on her cheeks

Man, this lady must not get out enough.

With a sigh of dismay, Harry squared his shoulders, and started to make his way through the crowd.

Glazed violet eyes glowed from a curtain of mahogany hair as the woman, looking no more than a teenager, glanced all around herself.

Hung all around her throne like pile of clothing like sickening fruit from a tree, dangled hundreds of bodies, people lying in their coffin like constructs as if asleep. Of all of them, five were near her, most at her feet like pets.

Four, in a tangle of limbs and silk, lay trapped on the floor, eyes wide but glazed. The fifth was on her lap their head in her chest, cradled there like a mother with her child as she rocked back and forth.

"For a moment…for a brief moment, I lost control." She whispered, her voice making the body in her arms stir. She shushed it softly, lowering her head so that the blood on her body shifted, falling onto the floor. "Who…is he? That could disrupt my ability…" Then she let out a maddened grin, then leaned down, and bit.

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Edited 2-20-09

As you can see, I have fixed where I spelled Emmett's name wrong...(how I did that, I don't know...)