Fan Fiction of the Twilight Saga
A/N This story does not belong to me all known charectors in all of their glorious wonderfulness belong to Stephanie Meyer...
12 years after Bella's Second Birth
Blood Moon Rising
Prologue
The pack of werewolves had gathered restlessly in the small opening of the shadowed forest. It was the largest gathering of their kind in nearly a millennium. While in their human form there was more room for reason between each other than there was in their wolf phase. Blood Moon the eldest and strongest of the Liberi la Luna had gathered many from a far and near. He relentlessly pulled them from their hiding spots around the world. It was his goals to not only insure the survival of their species, but to eradicate the vampires who have hunted them so tirelessly for centuries. The young wolves especially were wary of attending this meeting for fear of a trap. It was not common for the wolves to do much of anything while in human form. It was simply too dangerous to expose oneself and, with out the ability to morph at will they were often vulnerable and knew it. This is not to say they weren't dangerous. They could easily rip a man to pieces but a vampire that is a different story all together. The werewolves were as strong as twenty men and their skin so strong as to compare it to folded steel. However a vampire's claws could slice thought their flesh as if it were katana sword slicing trough a single silk fiber.
Hear me brothers & sisters! Blood Moon begged of his kind. We are all that is left of our once strong and powerful species. The Volturi have hunted us and murdered our kind for many generations. We have lost all that is close to us, all that is precious to our hearts. One night while pondering over our low numbers it occurred to me that if we continue to fight alone or, in our small two, three and four wolf packs against the Volturi we will all surely die a horrible death, but if we unite I feel we absolutely can be victorious! I beg each and every one of you to let lose the binds and release your fury. We need to mount an offensive on our born enemy or we shall parish….
A young man with slightly rugged with long black hair, and a single scar that was just across his right eye steps forward to face Blood Moon. I am the one they call Night Stalker I roam the lands of Siberia. Night Stalker, had no trace if Russian accent or dialect, he actually spoke in a velvety voice with a light British accent. Instantly Blood Moon knew he was the secretive nomad from the North that he had sent for via courier. Night Stalker intently placed his glare on Blood Moon, it was a glare that would drop some men to their knees. Completely focused on Blood Moon he slowly and clearly spoke aloud for all to hear. "So tell me Blood Moon what makes you so confident that we can defeat the Volturi? They haven't lost a battle against the moon children, vampires or humans alike in over two thousand years. Why now?" "Why the rush to unite us?" "Even with our numbers we are no match for the battle hardened Volturi armies. Unless of course you know of something that could be of great advantage to us something that can displace the numbers even further." "Otherwise old one I believe you are wasting our time with needless desires of revenge"... Blood Moon simply nodded. It was not out of acceptance or disapproval of the speech. It was his command for the two men behind him to reveal what was in the cage that lay covered to his side. As they pulled the sheet back there was; crouched in the corner a boy maybe 6 or 7 years old. "What kind of joke is this Blood Moon" Night Stalker hissed?" "This is our salvation Nomad from the North"
Blood Moon stretched his voice until it was booming into the darkness that lay just past the firelight of their gathering. With his raised voice and obvious excitement he was able to calm his brothers and bring their mumbles of disapproval to low whispers. Blood Moon spoke with authority, to his brethren " do not to be fooled by this child for he is not what you think." "He is human!" a man from the crowd fired back. "Why have you brought this young boy to witness such nightmares such as us" the man asked? Blood Moon waited for the fits amongst the crowd to begin to settle again. He again speaks to his brothers and sisters In what can only be described as a calm cool voice, a voice of authority, a voice of a leader. As the fire light flickered of his bare chest revealing the details of his chiseled muscles and shoulder length salt and pepper hair. He began to explain the origins of this child and how he was in fact not human and also how he was not werewolf. This child was a high-bred, he was not human and not werewolf but both. He was not created by bite or by blood he was birthed by mother, raised until her death which was just recently. The crowd became silent even the Nomad Night Stalker receded into the masses…All waited patiently for more from their brother. With his bowed and his hands clasped at his waist, Blood Moon began to speak again" This child, is not an abomination, this child is our future…He can phase at will, and is not bound by the moon as we are, this child still carries our venom and our ability to create others through a bite, but unlike us he is in control while phased. He can reason, his hunger for the humans is muted when he is phased….This child is our future! He is a future with out the Volturi, a future without vampires!