The first thing that Amelia became aware of was the sticky wetness that coated the side of her face, shortly followed by the throbbing headache and nausea. Slowly her other senses came flooding back and she became aware of a voice shouting her name.

"I'm alright"

Ty stopped struggling against his restraints and stared at his sister, she was lying in a broken and bloody heap on the floor across from him, not exactly what he would call alright.

"Amelia do you have any idea how long you were down? I thought you weren't coming back"

Amelia slowly sat up and braced herself against the cold stone, her breathing slightly laboured and her eyes closed.

"Sorry"

"Six minutes. You were down for six minutes." Amelia just nodded gently.

"Where's Bella?"

"That bastard took her, he killed you and dragged her out of here. Damn it Amelia we need to get out of here"

"I'm working on it"

Ty watched his sister pull herself together for a moment as he contemplated what she had said and he found himself unable to suppress his excitement.

"You have a plan!"

Amelia glanced sideways at her brother, her cracked lips pulling into a smirk.

"I have some powerful friends"

"Why haven't you contacted them before, you've been here for months"

"Well until today James didn't seem very eager to kill me and you know suicide isn't my style" Ty flinched slightly at the reminder of his past mistake. Amelia had never forgiven him for ending one of his own lifetimes, an act that he regretted everyday since.

"Besides, I didn't have the strength to hold a connection for long enough to pass a message on until Bella showed up. I'd say a couple of days at the most before we are found."

"What if Bella doesn't have a couple of days? You've seen her injuries and James has her right now, who knows what state she'll come back in. Have you thought about what we might have to do?"

"Tyson" Her eyes and tone were full of warning but he pushed on. He knew he needed his sisters support but her job was causing a major conflict of interests.

"Look Amelia, I know that you obey and enforce a whole bunch of laws against this kind of thing but it's not some stranger it's Bella, our sister. We can't let her die because some stupid law says we can't change her."

"Ty it's not just about the law or the organisation it's about Bella. She's found her mate, who happens to be a vampire"

"So? Changing her will give her more time with him" Amelia rolled her eyes and sighed in frustration. Tyson was very well known in their family for completely missing the bigger picture.

"So, if you change her you give her a maximum of ten lifetimes, that's one thousand-ish years. However her mate can give her the chance at eternity. It would be selfish to rob her of that chance."

"It would be selfish to let her die"

The siblings stared at each other, neither willing to back down. Both knew that Bella would probably die by James's hand and that they had a way to prolong her existence but they were both aware of the cost, and that maybe the price would be too high for their sister to forgive.


The thoughts of his family bombarded him and Edward found it hard to concentrate on his own mind. The young vampire was torn. On the one hand he was filled with concern and anguish for his missing mate and he wanted to do everything in his power to find her and bring her home. Yet another side of him felt compelled to stay with his family. Alice, his baby sister and admittedly his favourite member of their unconventional family was hurting and he ached to comfort her and maybe inflict some damage upon her husband, but a single look into his head told him that Jasper was also hurting and Edward found himself feeling sympathy for his Texan brother.

Jasper was lost in his own thoughts. The images flashed through his mind like a movie trailer.

"That is a beautiful horse" A seventeen year old Jasper stopped brushing his mare's mane and turned around. Her hair fell in golden ringlets to her slender waist, her emerald eyes were bright and framed with a fan of dark lashes and her pink lips were curved in a gentle smile. She was beautiful.

"Thank you kindly Miss. But I fear her beauty struggles in comparison to your own"

Her smile grew, as did the blush on her cheeks and the very sight of it warmed his heart.

"What is her name?"

"Destry"

"And what may I ask is the name of her rider?"

"Jasper Marshall Whitlock" She extended a hand to him which he grasped and kissed gently.

"Amelia Grace Fox"

...

Her laughter rang in his ears like a choir of angels singing just for him. He watched as she spread her arms wide and twirled in the long grass, her hair loose and her eyes closed. Smiling widely he made his way towards her and bowed deeply.

"Miss Fox would you honour me with a dance" She smiled and curtseyed.

"Mr Whitlock it would be my pleasure" He took her by the hand and together they danced and twirled through the field until the sun went down.

...

They lay side by side on a blanket looking up at the clear nights sky. The field was empty apart from themselves and Destry who stood grazing nearby. The air was warm and the moon was full and bright, it's light reflected in her eyes and she gazed into his. He brushed an errant curl from her face and his hand lingered on her cheek.

"I love you Jasper" He froze in surprise for a second before responding.

"And I love you" The kiss that followed was gentle and sweet and full of love and nothing like the stolen pecks they had shared in the past few months.

...

He tensed as he waited for her answer, even Destry fidgeted between their legs. He felt her shift closer to him, her arms tightening around his waist and her breath tickled his ear.

"You had better not die out there Major Whitlock. I don't want to bury my husband until I am old and grey"

It took him a few seconds to realise what she had said and when it registered he swore he would never be happier than he was in that moment. Turning his head to the side he locked eyes with his now fiancée.

"I will always come back to you."

...

As he held himself above her and stared into her eyes he felt overwhelmed by the barrage of emotions that swelled within him. He felt a love more intense than anything he had ever experienced coupled with a desire so strong that his body quivered with the anticipation of what they were about to do. But he also felt fear. He was afraid to hurt her, he was afraid to leave with his fellow soldiers in the morning, he was afraid that he would not return and he would never know what it would be like to be a husband, a father.

"Jasper, I love you"

He lay his weight upon her, his lips by her ear, her hand wove itself through his hair and the other gently stroked across his back.

"I love you" Her hand tightened in his hair painfully as he pushed forward. He could die tomorrow but right now he was with her, they were together, they had tonight and he would spend it showing her how much he loved her incase he didn't get another chance.

...

The pain was like nothing he had ever experienced and he knew that this was the end. The tears fell and as his life ended the image of his beloved flashed through his mind. Her waterfall of golden curls, her emerald eyes, her flushed cheeks and her lips mouthing I Love You.

"Amelia, I love you. I'm sorry"

Jasper Marshall Whitlock, youngest Major in the Texas Cavalry would never go home.

Alice stood frozen in shock. Jasper had been very quiet about his human life and she had no idea that he had loved someone else. The small vampire felt conflicted. She wanted to grab her husband and shake him until he revealed everything else that he had kept a secret but she could also see the pain in his eyes and she desperately wanted to make it go away. And on top of it all Alice could feel the slow simmer of jealousy bubbling inside her heart.

She quickly began searching her future and sure enough Jasper remained securely by her side. A scan of her husbands future however threw up even more questions. There were dark spots, and plenty of them but when she could see him he was happy and healthy. What did it mean? One thing she did know was that there was no sign of this Amelia in either of their futures, the relief would have made her go weak at the knees were she still human.

Charlie felt like someone had drove an icicle into his heart. His eldest child and only son had disappeared several months ago then before he could search for him Bella, his beautiful baby girl had returned to him.

He remembered the terror he felt when he realised that she had gotten herself involved with vampires but his fears were laid to rest when he realised what the bond between Bella and Edward was and he knew that the vampire would let no harm come to his baby girl. Then she informed him that she was being hunted and that she had to leave Forks to draw this James guy away. Once again he was torn between the aching desire to bundle her up and lock her away for her own safety, and trusting her and her vampires to keep her safe.

A wave of anger caused him to hiss, they had failed to keep her safe and now she was god knows where all alone! Except that she wasn't alone, she was with Amelia, her sister. His first daughter and the baby he believed he would never see again after her mother hid her away. How long had it been? A century? No it was longer and there wasn't a moment that his heart didn't hurt and his arms didn't ache to hold her, and in the space of mere moments he had found that she was alive and beautiful but she was captured and in serious danger. With that one knock on the door his entire world was thrown into chaos;

He had just gotten up from the couch and was making his way to the kitchen in order to get another beer, the worry he felt over Bella's absence making him drink more, not that the alcohol had that big of an impact on his unnaturally high metabolism but he enjoyed the taste if nothing else. The knock on the door startled him.

Focusing on his heightened senses he picked up two strange heart beats, one too fast and one too slow to be human. That coupled with the strange scents had the centuries old shifter on guard.

Making sure his gun was in easy reach he slowly opened the door and came face to face with the last thing he expected. There on his doorstep were two young females.

One was tiny, maybe sixteen years of age, with dark hair and eyes the same chocolate brown as his daughter. The other was older, eighteen or nineteen with long blonde hair pulled back into a serious looking braid and ice blue eyes. The two girls were the complete opposites of one another in looks but their attire was similar. Dark blouses and black pencil skirts screamed business but it was the badges they wore around their necks that caught his attention and made his heart freeze.
The gold symbol of a set of scales above a pentagram with the letters 'O.M.S' stood out proudly against the black of the badge. There was only one reason for the O.M.S being here.

"Where are my children?"

"Chief Swan, perhaps we should move this conversation inside?"

The question was of course rhetorical, one did not simply deny the O.M.S anything. So biting his tongue he stepped aside to allow the girls entry to his home. After showing them to the living room and offering them refreshments, which they declined, he jumped straight into business.

"Please, I know about the Organisation and since I have not committed a crime you must be here about my children, where are they?"

"Your children are in the hands of a vampire named James" the dark haired one said.

"Bella?"

"Yes"

"And Tyson? Does he also have my son?"

"Tyson was the first to be captured and we have reason to believe that he was taken over four months ago."

He felt the room spin and he lowered his head into his hands. As his head lowered he caught sight of the gold emblem once again.

"Why are category sevens informing me of my children's disappearances?"

The sound of a folder being pushed across the coffee table made him look up. The blonde was leaning towards him, one hand placed over the black file.

"Because Tyson and Bella are also category seven, and so is your other daughter"

He found himself snatching the folder from the blonde and when he opened it he was greeted with the image of another young blonde and he noted the uncanny resemblance, the main difference though was their eyes. The girl in the picture had the greenest eyes he had ever seen.

"Her name is Amelia Grace Fox, she is your daughter and a very close friend of ours. She was also taken. About two months ago she received intelligence that Tyson had been spotted in France and she went to apprehend the source. It was a trap. We found the source, a reptilian shifter and he has told us that James is working with an Unseelie fairy and they plan to capture all known category sevens, for what purpose we do not know" the blonde paused to allow him time to digest the information, he had not stopped staring at the picture.

"Why do you look like my daughter?"

"Her mother raised Amelia and myself as sisters and over the years we unconsciously glamoured ourselves to look like twins."

"Then you're a shifter?"

"A werewolf actually. Both my parents are werewolves."

"Born female werewolf. Impressive. And you?" He asked the dark haired girl who up until this point had remained rather quiet.

"Aurora Anderson. I do not know who my father is but my birth mother is The First."

He was shocked. The child of The First. Her mother was the original female vampire, the only female vampire able to conceive and bear children.

"Birth mother?"

"I too was adopted and raised by Honour but at a much later age. Amelia and Rhea are my sisters for all intents and purposes"

"How old are you girls?"

"I was born on October 10th 1829, exactly a week after Amelia"

"I was born a lot later, on September 13th 1918"

Charlie smiled slightly at Aurora. "The same day as Bella"

Rhea placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Chief Swan..."

"Charlie. If you are family to my daughter you may as well call me by my name"

"Charlie, we didn't just come here to inform you of your children's disappearances. We understand that like werewolves feline shifters have a bond, particularly close family. We were hoping that maybe you could sense where your children are"

"If I knew that I wouldn't be sitting here now. The truth is that I haven't shifted in over a century so my powers are weak, I've never met Amelia so there's no bond to follow there and Bella only inherited my mental block, everything else she got from her mother. Surely you should be able to track Amelia"

The agents looked trouble, something that made him worry even more.

"Her I.W.D is offline and our facial recognition software hasn't picked her up since she disappeared. Her tracker and earpiece were left abandoned and to be honest the only way we know she is alive is that the magical cuffs she placed on the source are still locked and they stay that way until the person that locks them removes them or either the prisoner or captor are killed. We also have Maria our ghost whisperer on standby, if Amelia dies she will seek Maria out. So far we've heard nothing"

Something suddenly clicked in mind.

"The vampires name is James. I know some people that might be able to give us more answers and maybe help us find my kids."

Before he could say any more, Aurora began speaking rapidly into her earpiece. Then both girls stood.

"Charlie we just got word that Amelia's face appeared on a computer in this town and we are leaving now to investigate. Would you like to come with us?"

"Of course, where are we going?"

Rhea looked at the device that was built into her wrist.

"420 Woodcroft Avenue. Do you know who lives there?"

"Yeah, it's the Cullens. They're vampires and one of them is Bella's mate."

Aurora stopped typing on her I.W.D and shook her head at Rhea.

"No good, something is blocking the scanners, I think we need to send in a re-con team to do a sweep of the area to see if they pick up anything that looks suspicious.I have a feeling there's some outside interference at work here."

"Do we have a general location?"

"General being the key word, the size of the target zone is roughly nine miles round."

"We need a tighter grid, have Tom and his team start scanning that area for increased traffic that should tighten up our search area and have Maria stay alert if Amelia tried to get a message through once she's bound to try again and her clock is counting down."

"Would someone like to tell us what the hell is going on? Who the hell are you people and what is that thing?"

"Emmett, language" the large vampire nodded in apology towards Esme.

Rhea stepped forward and raised her left arm pressing a button on her I.W.D, the device seemed to separate into two screens.

"Emmett Bernard Dale McCarty, eldest child to Helen and Bernard McCarty. Born 1915 in Tennessee, changed into a Vampire in 1935 by Carlisle Jalen Cullen following a would-be fatal accident involving a bear. Is responsible for the deaths of multiple humans. Current diet is Vegetarian with particular preference to grizzly bear. Married to Rosalie Lillian Hale. Powers of notability are increased physical strength. Category assignment is 6." Before she could finish Emmett grabbed her wrist, right over the device causing a large electrical shock to flow through both their bodies. Without a seconds hesitation Rhea grabbed his hand and forced his elbow upwards, breaking the appendage before kicking him in the stomach, a move that sent him sailing across the room.

Rosalie growled and charged with the intention of defending her husband, Aurora however had other ideas and stepped in between the blondes.

"Stop!" she commanded and to everyone's surprise, Rosalie seemed to freeze mid attack, her body tense and her teeth bared. Edward dropped into a crouch and readied himself to attack but Charlie stopped him just as he charged.

"She's the child of The First!"

Carlisle grabbed his son before he could pounce.

"Nobody attack!"

"Carlisle what's going on?"

"She is the daughter of The First. She has the inherited ability to control all vampires, she can bend you to her will and kill you with a single command. Agent Anderson, Agent Fox please forgive my children, they were only defending their brother"

"Mr Cullen there is nothing to forgive at this moment do not worry." The young vampire smiled gently.

Rhea stood from her crouch, straightened out her blouse and stepped forward.

"Make no mistake, every vampire in this room is guilty of crimes that could see you rotting in the O.M.S cells for the rest of your unnatural lives. Pull a stunt like that again and I will personally put you there."

"Easy Rhea. Now Mrs McCarty I am going to release you but be warned, the next time you attempt to attack a member of the O.M.S I will not be quite so forgiving. So my question to you is, are you capable of controlling yourself or do you need to stay in a time out for a little longer?"

"She'll behave, and look I'm sorry about grabbing you I didn't mean anything by it I swear" Emmett now stood next to his wife, a hand on her shoulder.

"It's ok, let me explain the device to you. This is an I.W.D or Intelligent Wrist Device. We use them like a computer but we can also pull up information about every supernatural that the O.M.S database has in it's system by scanning the supernatural."

"O.M.S?" Rhea flicked her eyes up to Esme.

"The Organisation for the Monitoring of Supernaturals"

"Kind of like the FBI or the CIA?"

"Yes, but we have better gadgets." the pair shared a smile.

"So what was that shock?"

"That was the devices warning system. Since these devices are so valuable only three people have them, myself, Aurora and Amelia and each device is only keyed to the owners DNA and fingerprints meaning only I can touch mine and so on and so forth. The devices are wired into our central nervous systems. They cannot be removed and if any attempt is made to remove the device a strong electrical shock is delivered as a warning. If you hadn't let go and you had pulled the device would have self destructed taking this house off the map. The amount of things that we can do with the devices is phenomenal so you can understand now why you mustn't touch."

Emmett raised his hands in surrender before placing them into his pockets.

"We understand that you will have questions and we promise to answer what we can but we would prefer to do so after we get our people home. We have reason to believe that you know the vampire that is responsible for the kidnappings and we also believe that he is working alongside an Unseelie fairy"

"Come again?" Esme gave a warning glare to her son but Emmett just shrugged his shoulders.

"A fairy of the Unseelie court, bad fairies if you will. We think this is the reason we cannot locate their hideout as it's likely that the fairy has taken their base into a secondary dimension and is probably using a fairy web to suppress all technology and Amelia and Tyson's feline powers as neither have shifted since they disappeared."

"How do you know they haven't?" Rhea just flashed her I.W.D to Charlie who got the message pretty quickly.

"We need any information you can give us about this James, what he's like, what abilities he has anything that can help us figure out who he's working with and why they want our category sevens"

"What are these categories? You said that Emmett was a six what does that mean?"

"It's a classification of supernatural abilities. There are seven categories one being human seven being exceptionally powerful. Regular vampires with no active abilities such as Mrs Cullen and Mrs McCarty are category four. Werewolves, Rodent and Pisces or aquatic shifters, Ghost whisperers, Banshees and some Sirens are also a four. Mr Cullen is a category five. As are most Avian shifters, some Witches, Seelie fairies and most Healers. Unseelie fairies, Dream Walkers, Memory manipulators, Elementals, Psychokinetics, Telekinetics, Witches, Chameleons, Centaurs, Ursine or Bear shifters, Feline and Canine shifters are all sixes. Charlie, Mr McCarty and Mrs Whitlock are all sixes. You Mr Mason are a seven as is Mr Whitlock, Aurora, Amelia, Tyson, Bella and myself along with several members of the Volturi. My own son is a category five. Don't looked so surprised Mr Mason, I may look nineteen but I am over one hundred and seventy years old."

The Cullens looked to be in varying stages of confusion and sighed and smiled gently.

"I know this is a lot to take in and it's all very overwhelming and I'm sorry but we are running out of time..." Rhea placed a hand to her earpiece. "Maria what do you have for us?...What are their status's?...You did great Maria. Get those co-ordinates to us now and transfer me to Tom. Tom? I need you to send Combat One and Two... Yes I said Combat one... Tom he has three category sevens, one of which is Amelia so yes I'm sure we need Combat one. I also want a re-con team sent to the area to do a sweep. Send over two medical teams and a containment team. I want Scott to come here and bring Timmy with him we need to get a message to Amelia. Finally send Warren and John, Aurora is about twenty six hours from a stasis sleep and I need her guarded... Yes I'm aware of what time of the month it is and I am fine I don't need a babysitter and no neither does Amelia...I will thank you keep me updated"

Aurora turned to the Cullens who now looked even more confused.

"Amelia died again and sought out Maria. She was able to give us a better description of her location. Rhea is ordering the teams for the rescue, I'm afraid that for a little while at least all we can do is wait."

"How are they?"

"They are in bad shape Mr Cullen. They are all injured, dehydrated and starved but at least they are alive and together. We should have them home in less than twelve hours. Mr Mason, Mr Whitlock, Charlie. I know that you all have people involved in this that you love and are anxious to see again but you need to trust us to handle this. If you interfere you will get them killed. I need to know that you will cooperate or i will detain you."

All three nodded. Before anyone could speak a figure glided through the wall.

"Miss Anderson, Miss Fox my apologies. I was unable to stop her."

"Auntie Rora is mummy home yet?"

Aurora bent down to scoop the little girl up.

"I'm sorry sweetheart she isn't but she will be very soon. Alright?"

The little girl nodded then looked around the room at all the strange faces until she spotted one she recognised. She closed her tiny fist around the locket she wore and smiled brightly.

"Hi daddy"

Even though he knew it was physically impossible, Jasper Whitlock swore he was dreaming.