Title: The Fallen

Author: Mrpointyhorns aka Blemery

Rating: R

Status: Complete

Part: 2/9

Pairings: Multiple Pairings. Angel/Spike (if they work it out) Jacob/Edward (Established), the normal pairings within the Cullens. There will be an emphasis in Sire/Childe relationships, plus Jasper/Spike/Alice, Bella/OC

Warnings: AU, Slash

Spoilers: None. This is pretty AU.

Summary: There is a new family in Forks that unnerves the Cullens. They are called the fallen, half breeds between humans and Angels. In order to protect his family Carlisle has to call his sire, Angel, for help.

A/N: Thanks for reading everyone!

Beta: Nope. I couldn't wait for one. Sorry if there are mistakes.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by someone else. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 2

Bella wasn't disappointed, like she thought she would be, when the Cullens didn't show up at school the next morning. She was still angry about how quickly they had judged the new students. It shouldn't really be a surprise seeing how they got along with the Quileute tribe. They at least had a long standing hatred between their families. This Bella thought was worse. They didn't know the new students at all. There were no family ties or unstable treaty. This was pure distrust without even a single word between them. It bothered Bella because she felt like she was pretty accepting of other people; vampire, wolf and human alike, and she wanted to pick her friends accordingly.

So she was pleased when Jessica called her over at lunch. Her friends were sitting with the new students. "This is Sheshai, Ahiman and Talmai," Jessica introduced. "They're having a party tomorrow night."

"To get to know everyone," Sheshai said. He had an arm around Jessica and the girl was blushing and fidgeting because of it.

"We would love for you to join us." It was Talmai. Bella looked over to him. He was leering straight at her.

Bella was torn. She knew if she accepted she couldn't let on to the Cullens, but she was willing to risk that because these boys still embodied beauty and power. She was attracted to them the way she was attracted to all powerful things. The power that these three had was so different than what she was used to. She wanted it to consume her. She wanted part of that power. "We should do something before that."

"A date?" Ahiman asked his voice was smooth and it sounded like a bass saxophone. He turned to Angela, another of Bella's friends. "Would you be willing?"

The girl flushed brightly but agreed with a rapid nod of her head. Jessica answered enthusiastically, "Let's go to dinner!"

Sheshai nodded his head. "Is seven okay with you? I don't want your parents to worry."

See, they are just normal students. Who are very polite and respect authority. There is nothing wrong with that. Bella reassured herself. She nodded her head feeling proud that she was the better person in this case, and unwittingly agreeing to the pick up time.

"But just so we're sure." Jessica pointed between the girls and boys so she knew who was taking who out on the date. Bella was pointed at Talmai. He wasn't much different than his brothers but he had olive grey eyes. He had his ear pierced and there were small holes in his eyebrow like that was pierced too. Bella blushed. Charlie wasn't going to be happy about this but she had long since stopped worrying about what made her father happy. She only cared about her own happiness. It was in her nature to be attracted to power her stifled abilities attracted power, and her beauty was unmatched by other mortals. So power for her was easy to come by. Power was a tricky thing, and it constantly changed hands. The power in front of her was far greater then the power that she already had and she didn't know it but this was why she was interested in them. The fear that the Cullens had, the instincts that the Quileute tribe exhibited, came from the same source that Bella found her attraction; to deny it was to deny who she really was. Neither Cullen nor Quileute would ignore their intuition so why should she.

Carlisle had gone through all the text that he had acquired, stolen, from the Volturi. He had spent all his free time searching. He wouldn't let any of his family members help, because he didn't want them to worry. Although, keeping everyone from his study was worry enough for his family. He didn't want to cause any distress if he found something that was unnerving. He soon realized that if he was going to find information it wouldn't be with the Volturi they were not old enough to know about these creatures. He would have to open the text that he had obtained from the master of his original clan. He set aside the picture on the wall next to his bookcase. He entered the four digit code into the pad beneath the picture and the wall split open revealing a final shelf. Having this many books from the master was impressive but he knew his family had many more that he was unable to take with him.

He looked over the tombs carefully they were obviously old but in good condition many of them weren't originally bound but he didn't want to damage any of the text. He pulled out a text with a yellowing cover and flipped it open. The scent of his sire overwhelmed him. It was in the satin bookmark after all this time. Carlisle lifted it to his nose and took a deep breath smelling it.

He was nothing like Carlisle had ever seen. He had only been dead for four years but his sire had trained him extensively. He didn't tolerate weakness of any kind, stupidity was one such kind. Angelus proved himself by becoming the youngest sire in lore and he continued to prove himself by shaping his childe into the ultimate predator. So Carlisle felt like he had knowledge on most the humans and nonhumans that roamed the dimension but this creature was not like anything he had ever seen. He stood at the other end of the entrance to the property. He was tall with a long neck. He didn't stop at the gate he came toward Carlisle who stood near the porch. He couldn't turn away. He could sense that he was in danger but his legs were locked. His fear held him firm.

"MOVE!" The order startled Carlisle out of his daze. He turned in the direction of his sire's voice and stumbled over his undead feet. He didn't get less than a foot from where he had been standing when his sire roared. He looked up as Angelus flew over top of him and met the powerful creature halfway up the walk. He didn't see what happened but his creature was soon in pieces scattered around their yard. "Carl!"

Carlisle flinched, but hurried to his sire's side. He was worried. His sire had stepped in for him and crushed what he had seen as a powerful enemy. Angelus offered the corpse's throat to him. "Drink?" Carlisle was surprised but he didn't argue. His demon came forward and he latched his teeth and drank. The blood wasn't human blood, it was bitter and thick like drinking cement, but the power that he felt when it filled his mouth and tongue overcame the taste. He purred when he felt his sire's fingers comb through his hair. He closed his eyes and drank. He was ready to be pulled off at any moment, but never releasing on his own. He drank him dry. He looked at his sire when he pulled away his mouth red with blood and his teeth dripping. Angelus released the creature and took Carlisle into his arms. He devoured his childe's mouth tasting fleeting hints of the power that he consumed. Carlisle felt the rumble of desire in his sire's chest and the state of his arousal against his thigh. When there was nothing left Angelus pulled away from his mouth.

"Why?" Carlisle asked. He had so many whys.

"You moved. You cared enough about your own existence to do what you could to survive." Angelus cradled his childe to him. He let his hands roam over his body as was his right. "You're too young, you could never beat that abomination but you did what you could. Then, he made a mistake coming after you. You're mine." Carlisle knew that his sire was possessive that's why he stood before him as a childe. The Master had wanted him as a snack, and sent Angelus to fetch him. Never being fond of the Master, Angelus took his sweet time in the task and along the way claimed Carlisle as his own. They had yet to arrive at the Master's door.

"Yours," Carlisle agreed without qualm or prompting. He pressed closer to his sire. Although his moods changed rapidly, Carlisle would never push away when Angelus was possessive.

"He went after you. It was your right alone to relish in his spilled blood. Even if I was the one that spilled it; you were the reason it was spilled. You tasted the power." It wasn't a question and Carlisle didn't answer. "You will never lose that power. It's not like human blood. It does not need to be replenished. You and yours will all possess this blood, when you choose to create childe of your own."

"I don't want childe." Carlisle protested. He couldn't imagine a life with anyone other than his sire. He was still barely bred. He only wanted blood and sire, but sire first, blood second.

Angelus laughed deep in his throat. He caressed his childe's bottom knowing why he protested. "Don't let your mother know of this." Carlisle scowled at the thought of Darla. She was the barrier between him and Angelus, always. She scoffed at Angelus when he brought Carlisle home. She didn't approve of the choice, but she relished in her childe's cunning and evil ambition. So he lived. Angelus smacked the back of Carlisle's skull. "She'll drain you for what your blood possesses. That's why you have it and not I." That was clear. Darla didn't take Carlisle's blood, even though she could if she chose. She always feigned disinterest or disgust, but Carlisle believed that she was afraid that Angelus would never accept it. That he would stake his own sire to keep him.

"Angelus?" He looked up at his sire waiting for permission he got it before asking, "What was it?"

"The abomination? The fallen." Angelus's expression was serious but his gaze was somewhere in his own thoughts. "Don't think of them."

"Yes, sire." Carlisle vowed. He knew it was the end of the discussion. He was surprised because Angelus never left him with questions about any creature he had since come across, but this, he had barely answered one.

Angelus threw Carlisle to the ground. "Clean up the garden before your mother comes home. Then come to bed." That was a minion's job but Carlisle didn't argue. He knew he was lucky to be alive and invited to Angelus's bed. He rubbed the dirt off his hands and hurried to bury the corpse and clean the yard of his presences.

The entire family was worried about their father or husband, but it was Rosalie who passed by his study when she saw him slumped over on his couch. She moved closer her brow crinkled. Was he injured? Sometimes he came home with an injury from a patient but usually he came home with injuries after hunting, neither lasted long. However, she couldn't see any signs of bruises or swelling. Dread filled her dead heart, when the room's silence was interrupted by her father's snore. "Carlisle!" She yelled at his side in seconds. She was afraid to touch him. They didn't sleep, but here he was asleep. This was not like a vision and he wasn't meditating. He was asleep. She didn't know what to do in a situation like this. It had never happened before. "Carlisle," She whimpered.

"Rosalie." Esme was next to her taking her daughter into her arms. She held the girl to her. The rest of her siblings stood nearby. "What is it?"

"Why is he sleeping?" Rosalie asked the group turned as one to look at the vampire in question.

Edward moved forward. He waved Esme off and took over the duty as the oldest childe in the room. He removed the book from Carlisle's lap and grabbed his shoulder. "Carlisle." He called leaning closer. He was surprised when Carlisle's eyes flew open and he darted forward wrapping his hands around the back of Edward's head he sunk blunt, not sharp teeth into his childe's throat. Cries and gasps were heard from the room, someone may have screamed. Edward moaned leaning into the mouth as his sire sucked from his throat.

He had been with Carlisle a long time, and before Rosalie came into their life, Carlisle shared all parts of the sire and childe relationship with his eldest son, even when he took Esme as his own. He had only stopped because of the circumstances in which Rosalie had become his. He knew that his childe would not be receptive to such a relationship. He didn't want to hurt her. He wanted her love and respect. He never said anything to Edward, but his eldest knew the reason all along. Edward moved closer to Carlisle putting his knee between his sire's legs and pressing his jean clad arousal against his thigh.

Carlisle stilled his son and pulled away from the wound. He tried to lick the puncture holes, the way his sire did, and seal them, but his blunt teeth had made more than holes on his son's throat. How had he taken his son's blood before? He couldn't even recall. He had been blood thirsty then and there was a good reason to believe that he hadn't worried about such things before. "Edward..." But he was silenced. If he dared to apologize it would be an insult to his childe. He released Edward and sat up on the couch. He looked over his family. Rosalie was panicked more then any of them. Jasper seemed at eased as always he could feel the emotions of his family and was able to make a proper assessment. He was soothing Alice who wasn't really annoyed that he was using his ability on her, she had not been expecting to see Carlisle act like that. He hadn't in all the time that she and Jasper had joined their family. Emmett seemed the most confused but also seemed like he would accept anything he said regarding the matter. Esme smiled softly. She wasn't betrayed, scared or confused. She knew that their family behaved in ways that went against their true nature and Carlisle's nature had been awaken.

"What's going on?" Rosalie pulled away from her mother. She looked at Edward worried that he was damaged. "Why were you sleeping? Why did you bite Edward?"

"I know what those things are," Carlisle stated ignoring the questions completely. He hadn't slept since joining the Volturi and he wasn't ready to explain all of his past to them.

"The creatures we saw in school?" Alice asked accepting the change of subject.

"He called them the fallen." Edward's voice was soft. He was in the heart of the Quileute tribe and it had him on edge, but Jacob wasn't able to relax outside of his territory. Jacob sat against him shoulder to shoulder. He hardly acknowledged Edward's relay of words. The fallen had no meaning to him and Carlisle wasn't particularly vocal either. He knew that a vampire could kill one, but he had been unable to recall how. He said he had seen the creature and the vampire clash and then the creature was in pieces. That they were powerful but something could take them down. He also refused to allow his children to return to school. Jacob listened to all of this but his thoughts were elsewhere. He touched Edward's jaw and he raised his neck. Jacob touched the purple and black mark on his neck. "He bit me."

"No. He marked you." Jacob dropped his hand and turned away. He looked up at the sky. He smiled slightly. "It's a good thing."

"You're not jealous?" Edward frowned turning to look at Jacob. A sire and childe relationship was more than a father and son. Vampires shared everything among their family, blood, hunts, kills, lovers and of course a bed. It hadn't been like that in his family for a long time but it went against his instincts to refrain. The longer he went against them the better he was at it, but he knew he was unhappy and unsatisfied in his lot. James and Victoria for the murders that they were seemed happier and better off in their clan. They didn't fight their nature the way Carlisle made his family, the way Jacob made him.

"Why should I be jealous? It's natural. Carlisle is your leader and he's staking a claim in what belongs to him. I do it." Jacob leaned more heavily against Edward as he looked higher up in the sky.

"You do?" Edward moved away from Jacob sitting in front of him. "You mark them but not me?"

"I do." Jacob looked away from the stars, turning to his lover. "I do mark them, just like I did with you last night and tonight. I haven't had to mount anyone if that's what you're thinking. That's actually why I finally took control."

Edward stared in confusing, but Jacob forced his thoughts forward. Sam, he was sure it was Sam, attempted to mount Jacob during one of their exercises with the pack. The bite that followed left Sam limping away with his tail between his legs. "You could have killed him, banished him."

"Sam's my beta. I would never do that." Jacob shook his head. "I think he did it on purpose so I would react. However, I think I finally accepted my leadership because of you. I denied my instincts when it came to you, when it came to liking guys. I just wanted to be good and happy. I couldn't be any of those things when I denied my feelings for you. I thought it would conflict with being alpha, but that isn't so. When I finally accepted my feelings for you I was finally able to accept my instincts as the leader of this pack." He leaned forward and kissed Edward firm on the mouth, his arms wrapping around his lover.

Edward gave in for a moment but only to show that he wasn't angry. Yet he wasn't ready to stop talking. "But you won't take me as your mate! Isn't that against your nature?"

Jacob glared and looked away. He turned back to the sky. He didn't have anything to lean on and it was uncomfortable but it was better than looking at the rejection that Edward held in his eyes. "You can't be my mate."

"Is it because of the clan? Because I'm a vampire. Jacob. You admitted that I wasn't like the rest of them. That I am not a mindless killer." Edward's voice was hollow and he obviously didn't know if he could sit with Jacob at the moment. An explanation might be too much for him, but he didn't know if he would ever get an answer if he left now.

"It's not your clan. I like your family. You are good." Jacob turned back to him. He was very serious and he wanted to make sure that Edward heard him. "I love you, but you can't be my mate."

Edward stared his mouth opened and closed. He tried to read Jacob thoughts but all he got was a dull ache. Jacob's thoughts didn't have words. "I don't understand."

"You're family marries the one that they choose right?" Jacob asked. Edward nodded. "That's not a mate. And even if it was it's not the same as what my tribe has. You can't be my mate Edward, because you don't have a soul."

"A soul?" It was the thing that plagued him for his many lives. He didn't have a soul, he always felt condemned. The rest of his family didn't seem to have the same concerns with souls that he did. Had he known all along that the person he chose would require it? Would need it for them to be truly connected?

"A soul mate. You gave me your body, your life, your mind, but you can't give me a soul. A mate is someone who is connected to you through your soul. You don't have anything to compare to it." Jacob whispered softly.

Edward searched his mind for an answer, something. He had to have something, not a soul but something to give Jacob. Something equal but different than a soul. He let out a pained whine when he found nothing. "Then we're not meant to be together."

"No!" Jacob reached for Edward bring him into his arms and was not surprised when Edward had no will to fight him off. "I have chosen you as mine. The-powers-that-be will have to tear you from my cold hands if they want to take you away from me. I know that you are right for me. I feel it in my heart, my gut and my groin. I don't deny my instincts. Fate has nothing to do with it. She would be really cruel if she did. How long have you lived without me?"

"Too long." Edward agreed. If fate had a deal in his life or unlife it was only to be cruel and vicious. His lover was right. He needed Jacob more than anyone he had ever met. He couldn't deny his intuition. This was the right thing to do even if they weren't mates. They were the closest thing to them.

"Shh there." Jacob whispered to Edward. "There." He whispered comforting Edward until he stopped breathing. He pulled back and smiled. "I understand your relationship with your family. I can't be jealous of it because it isn't the same as what we have. It's not even comparable." Jacob reassured. He forgot about the stars and leaned into Edward. "But let me mark you too."

Edward lifted his shirt over his head and moved into Jacob's embrace. He knew that both his sire and lover were trying to protect him. The claims they had over them swore worse than death to anyone who dare touch them. He couldn't deny either, but Jacob ensured that he didn't have to.