A/N: I don't own anything, Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight characters and the information comes from angelfocus (dot) com.
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Chapter one-
The current Cullen mansion stood silently far from town. The house was usually quiet and sometimes it gave off a creepy vibe. The usual gloomy clouds gave the house an eerie silence but today the sun was shinning, birds were chirping away happily and animals were prancing around aimlessly. The forest was lively because of all the sun.
But inside the house the lone Doctor sat in his office. Carlisle Cullen was sitting thinking about his past. He felt like he was forgetting something- something important. He just couldn't remember why.
'It has to be important if this is bothering me so much' He thought to himself.
He went over to book shelves to find some sort. His hands brushed over the spines as he went over them trying to find the one that felt right. After a moment of two he felt a spark between his fingers.
He briefly read the title 'Lost Races'- he picked up the book and skimmed through the pages until he felt a stronger spark. The pages stopped turning on page 392, the section on Elementals. He knew this was important but he still could not remember why. He briefly read over the words but as he read.
'Elementals are creatures believed to be from another realm. Like angels, Elementals do not have a definite form or appearance. They choose to remain unseen and stay near nature. If they choose to show themselves to you, they may choose a form that you will recognize and be comfortable with or will associate with the element they represent.
Unfortunately Elementals have not been seen by anyone since the early 19 century. Due to classified reasons, Elementals refuse to reside on Earth except for the few that care for humanity. It is thought that the vampiric royalty hunted them for their powers and it resulted with an intense hate for the vampires from all Elementals.''
Carlisle reread the passage, the words rearranged quickly. It now read:
CARLISLE CULLEN we know of your mistakes… you won't exist for long.
"How would they know?" Carlisle asked himself. He didn't think about it long, he knew he had to leave the house and quickly. All around him, the house was changing back to its original state. They way it was before he had taken control. He scrambled around the house, looking for everything he needed and packing it away in his briefcase.
'Why would they come now, it all happened over two hundred years ago'
That was his last thought before he blacked out and dropped to the ground like a rag doll.
-Meanwhile, outside the house—
A lone figure stood on the property. She wore a black cloak that covered her from her head to her feet. She reached inside her cloak and pulled out a wooden staff. She struck the ground twice with the staff and watched as an almost transparent black dome surrounded the mansion. She made a clicking sound with her fingers and immediately neon green symbols were scrolling down the dome (like in the Matrix). She wandered around for a little, trying to find the right spot. When she found the symbol she sliced her palm and raised her bloodied hand to the symbol.
She could feel the effects starting to take place as the dome disappeared. She slowly made her way towards the woods, her work was done. The house would do the rest of the work and she disappeared from sight with an unseen smile on her face
In the distance birds fly away, rabbits scurry off and squirrels scatter back to their trees. It's like their instincts are telling them to get away- far far away from the area. And they listened…