A/N This starts out at a Pg level but in later chapters will get up to M because of some violence and scenes of a sexual nature. Nothing you'd find in a seedy video store but I'll put the warning out anyway. check out my Youtube account (Sparturner1) for the video that inspired this fiction! Enjoy

Prologue

August 1st 1918

Tomas John Masen:

"When do you leave?"

I was not at all surprised to see my cousin Edwards face peering around my bedroom door, even so late at night. I had known he would make his way to our home the instant aunt Elizabeth imparted the news. I would be headed to the war, despite my own mothers efforts to deny the inevitable. I knew aunt Elizabeth shared mother opinion, her worries that one day Edward too would be drafted increasing as they lowered the draft age to assist the war effort. I at eighteen was now eligible for war and in less then a years time, so too would Edward.

"In the morning. I'm to report at the pier near to first light." I answered my all too impertinent younger cousin as he shook the rain from his auburn hair and glared at me. I'd known he would be angry but I'd had no intention of saying goodbye to him before I left. For one thing I knew the chances of him hearing about it and appearing in my bedroom were great. Second if it was at all possible to avoid his pleas, either to aid him in enlisting early or to ignore the governments call to fight, I would.

I bore Edward no small amount of love, even despite his rashness. Edward is a poet and a scholar his head so full of dreams and idealist notions, it would be just like him to wish to join the war efforts with zeal, disregarding how it would break his mothers heart.

"So you were just going to slip away like a thief in the night?" He accused, the hurt behind his eyes giving his words even sharper edge.

"Yes, to avoid this conversation if nothing else." I replied unapologetic. I was not as angry as I might of pretended. Ruefully I ran a hand through my dark curls and smiled at him.

"Truthfully I don't know why I bothered. Mother warned me you would know ere the night was through." Edward was not surprised to hear this for my mother (his aunt Susan) was gifted with predicting peoples next actions. It was almost supernatural the way she always seemed to know what those around her would do or say next. I was used to it, the same way I was used to aunt Elizabeth's uncanny way of finding talented individuals.

Our mothers were both very talented individuals, and so was the mother they both shared. These gifts, were singular to the Murry women and had banded the two sisters closely in their youth. Our mothers had been as close as Edward and I were now close, for Edward has been a brother to me from the first. So close that we used to joke that we would one day marry cousins and live within a short gallops distance between each other, as our mothers had done.

His green eyes sparkled as his anger slid away and was replaced instead with excitement.

"Naturally. So how are we too fool the war office? I'm tall which should help but curse me if I don't still look sixteen. For once I wish I had your bulk Tom." Edward had begun to pace as he spoke and the grin he tossed me was rueful.

Edward was indeed tall for his age; but his frame is lanky almost boyish looking, and with the rain having moused his already unmanageable hair he looked even less eighteen then usual. A fact that in the past he had always met with a ready grin and a line from Shakespeare. Usually he quoted something about wit being mightier then the sword.

He did not do so now, too intent was he in thinking of a way to dash off to war and break his mothers heart. I would not allow it, war was no place for Edward despite his fighters spirit.

"Edward."

He stopped his pacing slowly, his grin fading as the meaning behind the single word filled the room.

"You wish me to stay behind too?" He asked finally. I could see the hope draining out of him with each passing moment as if I had dealt him some grievous blow. I let the silence grow, there really wasn't much to say. He he knew as well as I did that he should not go.

I watched him struggle to take a deep breath, as if his lungs were not working as they should.

"Will you come back? Aunt Susan would be just as hurt as mother if you..."

I did not let him finish the thought, for to speak it aloud was an ill omen. One that i did not need. Thinking of the possibility of my own death would rob me of my courage to go at all. I clasped him close to me grinning with a bravado I did not feel. His hair had dried some and the nearly bronze tint to it had begun to show through.

"I'm going to miss your ugly mug true enough, but I'll be back. We'll have to continue our search for a pair of classy cousins when I return."

I carried Edwards laughter with me off to war along with the memory of my parents. When I think back now the irony of it all is bitter sweet. I left him behind in order to protect him. My mothers gift is not so powerful that she could see the fate coming to her sister and her family. Had I known that come September Edward would fall victim to the epidemic and die before I could return to make good my promise, I would never of had the heart to leave at all.

Nearly one century later

Nessie:

Escaping the watch of her grandfather had not been very difficult for the young girl who now found herself creeping through the foliage of Forks Park. Her breath should have come in sharp pants, having run through most of the woods to reach her destination would have taxed any human body.

Reneseme Cullen was not entirely human, this she knew, had always known with certainty. She was just as certain of the fact that her best and only friend Jacob Black was hiding something from her. The concept was a bit of a novelty to her. From the moment of her birth, the first moment her eyes had found his she had known without an inkling of a doubt that she owned him. It was a rather troubling thought to have about another person, one her mother had warned her not to speak about in front of anyone other then the family. Nessie did not understand why, though aunt Alice had tried to explain that humans usually frowned upon ownership of each other.

She knew no other adequate way to describe the bedrock certainty that Jacob was everything, best friend confident and protector, and that he was specially made just for her. The little girl could not help the smile that came to her face, even despite her current displeasure. Thinking of Jake was like thinking about an expected Christmas present when you were so certain you knew what the big box under the tree contained that you glowed with warmth. There was always that one percent chance that it didn't hold what you were expecting which added a sweet edge of edgy anticipation to the waiting.

Waiting was so much a part of her life. She waited for instructions from her family, waited for Grandpa Charlie to pick her up, waited for Jake and waited most eagerly of all for the chance to live. Nessie knew that her in-humanness separated her from other boys and girls. She could not even tack on the standard "her age" because her age was so separate from her physical appearance. She was four months old and other kids her age could not even speak nevertheless sneak around through forests.

Because of her rapid growth, unusually strength, and uncharted abilities she spent very little time outside the company of her family. The only time she did was when they went hunting or if Jake took her to the rez or on some other special excursion. She loved her family but the outside world fascinated her, it settled as a dull ache of want somewhere deep in her belly. Nessie Cullen waited desperately for the chance to live. One day she would stop growing, and there would be no cause to hide.

Already she had grown so much, something that caused shock in her Grandfather, glances with hidden meanings between her family and Jacob and whispered conversations. There had been so many of those between Jake and her mother lately that when Jacob had canceled plans for her to play with Claire and Quill on the rez she had known his half hearted explanations were lies. She was no soothsayer, but reading Jacob was easier then reading herself. He had never lied to her before, the realization sent shards of glass poking into her skin.

Hence her current predicament. Escaping grandpa had been easy, finding Jacob was harder. It should have been impossible, she had no idea where he was. She had only instinct and that was telling her that Jake was near. She didn't question how she would know that, no more then she would question how she knew her arm was still attached.

She was getting closer, she could hear the sound of voices. As she crept forward she was struck with a sense of wrongness. It was wrong that she was sneaking up on Jacob spying on him through the leaves as if they were enemies and it was wrong that he should deceive her to be out here in the woods. She normally would not think twice about the woman at his side, Leah Clearwater was part of his pack and not an unfamiliar place in either of her Grandparents household. Still the wrongness of it all was like a heavy cloak being dropped on her head, quickly shutting her into suffocating darkness.

She fought the urge to cry out, knowing that Jacob would instantly be at her side, comforting her and soothing her aches and pains. She craved his touch just as badly as she feared it, so she kept silent watching and waiting.

Leah's voice was loudest, its bitter edge even more embittered then usual.

"And what about Seth and I? Jesus Jake do you have any idea what following this vampire is going to do to you?" She was asking Jacob her entire body quivering as if she were about to phase without further delay.

"I have every idea Leah I..." Jacob placed a staying hand on her shoulder and she violently shrugged it away.

"Shut up! If you say you love her I'll vomit. What is it with you and these leaches? You'd of cut out your own heart for Bella, always following her around like some kind of pet dog even when she kicked you to he curb. Now you're doing the same thing with her little freak. I can't stand..."

Nessie had learned not to be wounded by the older females venomous spite, she was used to it from Leah. Today her words burned like acid, there was an unusual amount of bitterness and a touch of agony in the woman, it leant power to her words. She could not even feel the usual gratitude she felt when Jake leaped to her defense.

"Stop it Leah." It was a warning growl, but the powerful force of the alpha wolf was behind it and Leah's tongue instantly stilled. Her eyes however spoke volumes. It was not the anger but the betrayal she saw there that made Nessie's chest constrict with pain. What had Jacob done to Leah to make her look at him so?

"So you'll go away with them, you'll keep phasing so that you won't age. What happens when your father dies? You're sisters? When the rest of us have no more reason to phase and we begin to age again?" Leah asked softly her words no less cutting.

Confusion overwhelmed Nessie as she tried to piece together the puzzle. Leah loved Jacob, something she felt stupid for not seeing before this. She who loved him so fiercely should of been able to recognize it in someone else, even if that someone else hid it behind venom. The other pieces were not so easy to fit together. Jake was leaving with her family? Where were they going? What would happen when they left? What was Leah so upset about.

"I know Leah. It's why I want you and Seth to stay behind. It's too much to ask too.." Jake began but was interrupted by Leah's jabbing finger and harsher words.

"Ask someone to watch everyone they love die for the sake of love? Yet they'll ask it of you and you'll do it. All because you want Bella so much you'll take the next best thing no matter how sick it is!"

Pain won over confusion as more pieces clicked into place. They were leaving and Jake was coming with them. Somehow Leah and the rest of the pack would begin to age again because of this. She knew one day she would be frozen for eternity, it was the day she looked forward to with such anticipation. She had never worried about losing Jacob, as long as he continued to use his werewolf abilities he wouldn't age and she knew as long as her family was around he would remain a werewolf.

But now they were leaving, which meant Jacob of course would come with. There was no question about it, there should be no question. Only Leah's words were a bitter kind of poison, the very bitterest because the rang true.

Jacob would be giving up everything for immortality with her, for life with her. He would suffer for her sake and she suddenly hated the possessive force within her that did not care, so long as he was with her.

"She's my mate Leah, I can't leave her anymore then Quill can leave Claire." Jacob was saying.

This only partly made sense to Nessie. She didn't know what he meant by mate, but she understood his reference to Quill and Claire. The other little girl was not as advanced as Nessie was and with everyday Nessie was surpassing her but that did not dampen her like for the other little girl. They had a lot in common, especially their protectors. Claire although not the most verbose could clearly communicate her love for Quill and her understanding of their relationship. When Quill walked into a room she was just as certain as Nessie that when she lifted her arms and greeted him with "My Quill" he would be there to pick her up.

Nessie did not have a name for the feeling, or the relationship, she only knew the rightness of it. At least she had always thought it was, but now doubt was swimming inside her and she was not so certain. Was it right to own someone the way she felt she owned Jacob? Was it right to ask someone to forsake everything, to take advantage of Jacobs love for her? Could she be that selfish?

Yes she could. That possessive monster inside of her was already sinking it's claws in the dirt its little fangs extended towards Leah.

"You don't have to go Jake you really don't..."

Wrong wrong, everything was wrong. She could see the startled look in Jake's eyes as all the anger bled from Leah's eyes and was replaced by desperation.

"You don't need her. Bella is gone..."

Was Leah right? Was Jacob hers or was his heart her mothers? Wrong, oh all of it was so wrong.

"...But you could stay here, with me."

Nessie hissed with fury, only barely managing to clamp her hand tightly over her mouth as Leah's lips claimed Jacobs. She had seen numerous kisses, and although she had never once entertained the notion of kissing anyone herself the act of kissing was not something shocking to her.

Only this kiss was repulsive, it broiled around inside her like hot oil burning and wrecking havoc in her chest cavity.

She did not understand the heavy dagger of betrayal that punctured her, nor the monster within that urged her to attack the woman Jake considered a friend. He was quickly pushing her away but it did not change a drop of the emotion seething inside Nessie as she shook where she crouched.

Love, like Aunt Alice and Jasper, mother and father, Rosalie and Emmet. Grandpa Carlise and grandmother Esme, the love between a grown man and a grown woman. Jacob was a grown man, she despite her mental advancement was still a child. She knew Jacob did not view her as a woman nor could she view him as a man in the way her mother might.

Thinking of her mother brought Leah's words swinging like hammers. Did Jacob love her mother that way? If he did then she hurt for him, there was only one man for mother and it was not Jacob.

What had Leah meant by the next best thing. Her? Anger began to brew in her heart as the ugliness of her thoughts increased. She would never be a replacement for her mother, she would not stand for it. When she loved she would be loved for herself not for a memory. She turned and ran, no longer able to bear anymore.

In that moment she had never hated anyone, nor loved anyone as fiercely as she did Jacob Black. He deserved that kind of love, she should let him kiss Leah, he should not be walking away from Leah for her sake. How she loved him for that.

He should not have loved her mother with the depth that he had loved her. She was not her mother, he should not be anticipating her impending womanhood as a replacement of what he had lost. She hated him, hated him with more emotion then her small body could contain.

She did not know why they were moving or what would happen in the years to come. She knew she had no chance of convincing Jake to stay. He would not listen and she was too selfish to give him up entirely.

She did know one thing for certain. She would be no mans mate who did not love her. Her, not the memories of her mother, nor simply because fate willed it. After all, Nessie had a will of her own and it was time Jacob Black knew it.

Leah:

"Let him go Leah"

I ignored the sound of my little brothers thoughts, hating that he was privy to my pain my complete humiliation.

I phased out of my wolf body back into my human form. Though I would not have the ability to run as far and as fast from Jacob as I had been doing a moment before neither would Seth be snooping around in my head.

The pity in his voice was a whip to my ears and I let out a frustrated scream fighting harder then i'd ever done before the instinct to phase.

First Sam, now Jacob. How many times was I going to beg a man to love me only to watch him walk away? Sam and Emily had been bad enough, but to be beaten out by a child!

A vampire child of all things. Thinking of the child caused my stomach to roll with revulsion and my body to disobey my will. I found myself a wolf again and Seth's pity dripping down on me like rain.

"Nessie is his mate you knew that. Leah he can't help it..."

SHUT UP!

I don't know if I thought the words or screamed them aloud. There was a roaring in my ears that drowned out my voice and left my throat raw. I tore at the ground ripping at roots with claws, and then human hands as I sought to escape Seth's voice.

I lay on the forest floor, welcoming the feel of sharp twigs boring into my naked skin as I whithered in the misery of my loss. I was forever damned not to be loved and Jacob was equally damned to love such a monster.

I snarled around the blood in my mouth, not knowing how or when I had cut myself and not caring. With the Cullen's gone I would eventually age again and my worst fears would be realized. I would grow gray and stooped watching those around me with their happy families, doomed to always be on the outside looking in. Even mother had found a partner in Charlie. Who was there for me?

The freak of the tribe, the half woman.

And Jake? The one person in the pack who had understood the pain of loving and not measuring up, would trade his soul to follow the spawn of what we were supposed to fear and hate above all things! When I was an old wrinkled woman he would still be young and viral following on the heels of the woman he loved.

Disgust mingled with the feeling of agony churning throughout my body as my stomach began to heave. I pressed myself harder into the dirt, biting down hard on my fist to quench the sobs wrenching their way past my teeth.

I would die, Seth would die, Everyone he knew and loved would die and he would become purely theirs, purely hers, every other tie dead and gone. Once and for all truly a Vampires pet dog.

Never.

Conviction burned hot with in me. I would not fade away, I would not die alone and unremembered, and I would NOT allow Jacob to trade away his soul for this mockery of a love. I would follow them, I would bide my time and wait for the opertunity to do what same should of done.

Destroy Reneseme Cullen.