Chapter Four:
The Cullens, Kathryn, Carissa, and Alexander are getting to know one another. Jacob has come back. He's at the cottage looking after Renesmee. Edward and Bella aren't surprised him coming back to keep her company even though, they are always cautious about it. However, the couple knows nothing will happen. Edward and Bella would tear him apart if he did something wrong. Jacob will just be there to protect her. Meanwhile, Alexander is sharing some of his history as a vampire.
"I was turned into a vampire when I was sixteen years old. It was around the summer of 1320. Dragan saved our lives when our family was murdered around, seven hundred years ago. He wanted my sisters and I to enhance our skills. We were too young to become vampires. The creation of Immortal Children was and still is forbidden. Sasha, my adoptive mother, and Dragan raised my sisters and I as their own children. They treated us so well. But what intrigued them the most were our gifts."
"So, what are your gifts?" Alice asks.
"I have the power to manipulate the world's energy, including your own. I can see the connection that world has and I am able to break or strengthen that connection by will." Carissa explains.
"And I have the power to replicate another person's special talent." Kathryn says.
"Prove it." Edward is intrigued by Kathryn's power. Kathryn looks at Bella then back at Edward. She replicates and expands the copy shield from Bella like it's nothing. She shields not only herself, but her siblings as well, so Edward cannot read their minds. His eyes widen in shock.
"Had enough, yet?" Kathryn asks him. Alexander grins as his sister releases the shield.
"How did you do that? It took me a while for me to expand my shield like that." Bella is stunned as well. She's so confused because it's sometimes difficult for her to expand her shield.
"Truth is, I don't know. Probably because my siblings and I were born half-human, half-witch. Our mother was a witch. We'd always had the potential to become as powerful as her because we possessed her tribe's mysticism. She belonged to a tribe called Godin in Egypt."
"You've had this power all along? Was your father a witch as well?" Alice questions.
"No, he was human. Our mother fell in love with him and they were soon married. He'd found out eventually and accepted us. In his eyes, we were the closes ones to his heart. He loved us. Despite what we were, he loved us." Carissa says.
"So, you possess the power of energy perception and manipulation, and you possess the power to replicate special and unique gifts used by others." Emmett raises an eyebrow at Alexander. "What's your power?" He asks. Alexander really doesn't want to answer the location.
The power that I have scares me. I don't know. It comes from the darkest side of me...the darkest park of my soul. The first time I utilized it...I was just a small child." He can still remember his memories of the past. The Cullens are interested in his story. "There was this kid who bullied me because of my long hair. He would pull it, tease me, then beat me up. But that all changed one day."
"What did you do?" Esme asks him. Everyone wants to know.
"Did you kill him?" Alice asks.
"I...I made him bleed from every orifice in his body." That sickens the Cullens. "The only thought that was through my mind was to make him stop. I wanted to make him suffer. That boy was never the same ever again. My mother was the one who stopped me. She taught me how to control my curse. I guess I inherited her clan's darkness. My mother was afraid of me from that moment on. She loved me, but she was scared as well." Alexander explains. "I remember that I use to have these horrible night terrors as a child...of me making everyone around me suffer. There was blood and screams. My sisters already knew what was wrong, including my mother."
"This Godin tribe. Are there others?" Jasper asks another questions.
"I've been tracking them, especially this descendant, who is also a vampire, in Egypt. He has the power to influence the elements around him. At first, I'd always thought that my mother's bloodline had died out. There's my father's bloodline as well, which still strives today. There's also our cousin, Natāliè, who I'd turned around the time I became a newborn vampire." Alexander says.
"Can you control it?" Bella asks.
"Sometimes. I can only do certain things with it. I can't access my full power without losing myself. This form is not my true form." Alexander raises his hand, implying that his human-vampire form is not his true identity. "And if the moment comes when I reveal my true self, I won't have total control over myself. Everyone will be slaughtered. Just ask my sisters. I am destruction. I am death."
"Tell us about the time you'd met Jasper. You said you almost killed him." Bella wants to know. Jasper just sighs and flops his head back onto the sofa. Alexander smiles at him.
"It was during the vampire wars in the south. Dragan and I wanted to check it out. We'd heard so much about it. There were two armies of newborn vampires fighting. I decided to join in on the fun despite Dragan's protests. Jasper saw me and he tried to kill me. He got a taste of what my power could do."
"It wasn't a fight." Jasper says.
"If you want a rematch, all you have to do is ask. No powers." Alex makes a proposition.
"Take that, Jazz. It'll be entertaining." Emmett begs him.
"That wouldn't be a good idea." Kathryn says, shaking her head. Alexander stands up. "Oh, my God! Seriously?!" Her brother and Jasper leaves the house. "Alexander De Silvano Ammenot Bagatur!"
"Kathryn De Silvano Banafrit Bagatur!" Her brother mocks her.
"Kat you should have already known that our brother would never back down from a challenge." The others follow them until they're in front of the house. Jasper stands on the right while Alex stands far down the left of the house. Jasper's ready to prove once and for all that he could beat Alexander.
Emmett holds his hand out to referee the fight. "This should be fun. Five, four, three, two, one, GO!" Jasper and Alexander charge after one another. They grab hold of each other, growling and snarling. It's animalistic as red stares into gold. Jasper hurries to throw Alexander off of him with his amazing vamp speed. Alex skids a couple feet away from him, staying on one knee. The two vampires are primal.
There's no trace of human within them. They go after one another. Jasper and Alexander can't even get a hit off each other. It's like they're equally matched. Alexander hits him with a vicious kick to Jasper's stomach, making him fall and fly across the dirt. Jasper hurries to stand back on his feet as Alex crouches like the beast he is. Jasper moves in again, only this time, he punches Alexander three or four times before tackling him. He's the dominate one as he snarls with drool.
"Aw, hell no! I'm not about to go out like this!" Alexander yells in his mind. He grabs hold of Jasper's throat and throws him off his body. And when Jasper stands up, Alexander connects his fist to his chin. Jasper flies in the air as he zips. He grabs him midair and choke slams Jasper into the ground hard with a powerful inhuman roar. Jasper dashes back on his feet. The two have their hands wrapped around each other's throats, ready to kill each other. Jasper has waited so long to kick the crap out of him. Emmett and Edward are already there to break up the fight. Emmett has hold of Jasper, who's eyes are gleaming gold. Edward on the other hand, holds back Alexander, who's red eyes are gleaming as well.
"That was one hell of a fight. I call a tie." Emmett laughs.
"I won." Jasper snarls.
"Guess again." Alexander snarls back.
"Put your junk away!" Kathryn demands.
"Calm down." Carlisle agrees. Jasper and Alexander both calm down, smiling at one another. Emmett pushes Jasper over to the side. Alice is already at his side. The fight's a tie for now. The rest of the night is boring and dull as they guys decide to play some Call of Duty and go hunting. Bella and Edward had already left back to their cottage when the fight was over. Rosalie and Emmett had also left to be alone. It's so obvious what they're doing.
(….)
Early Morning
The Loft
Samara is coming down the stairs. She goes into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee. She had a bad night, last night. Samara hates a part of herself for her reaction. She should have never let Cameron and Samantha's presence bother her so much. And then that douche assaulted her. The only good thing that came out of the night was when she'd met Alexander. He was a gentleman and her hero.
Samara goes into the fridge. She's thinking about having some stuffed French toast. Maybe with some cinnamon buns, cream cheese and cherries or blue berries. Samara turns around to see the television remote to the TV. She turns the TV on from the kitchen and scans to the news channel. She goes back to getting the ingredients for the stuffed French toasts. She'll cook some for Carla and Peyton. It's no problem for her. Samara turns around when she hears:
"This morning on the Seattle campus of the University of Washington, the body of Caleb Yates was found in the Alpha Beta Omega frat house. It appears that he'd committed suicide by self-mutilation and hanging himself in a bathtub as he bled out. His family and several other students are absolutely distraught. There will be a vigil tomorrow in his memory."
Time stops around Samara as she hears the news reporter speak about Caleb. Her breath hitches as her heartbeat pulses painfully in her chest with a violent swarm in her stomach. A picture of Caleb is shown on the television. Samara's body is shaking at this point. 'Did he commit suicide because of last night?' She asks herself. Guilt begins to riddle over her entire body. A tear is shed. She's beginning to believe that this was all her fault. If she hadn't been so...how could she have known that the guy was suicidal? That's an answer that cannot be answered. All Samara can do is pay her respects.
Coming down the stairs is Carla. She sees Samara watching the news in the kitchen. The shocked expression on Samara's face scares her. That's when Carla realizes that this is the guy that she got into a fight with from last night. "Hey, isn't that the guy who you pushed last night?"
"I didn't know he would..." Samara is too scared to say anything. "He killed himself." Carla can see how scared her best friend really is. "He attacked me last night, when I was headed to my car. He was so angry. H-He punched me in the face." Her left cheek is still a tiny bit red from the punch. "Then this guy named Alex saved me. He made that guy apologize. I-This is all too much." Carla goes over to turn the channel. Like that would help.
(….)
Front Porch
The Parkers Residence
Early Afternoon
Peyton and Carla are standing behind Samara as she opens the door. Inside are Angela, George, and Kimmy. "Mom, dad?!" Samara calls for them as Peyton, Carla, and her walk inside of the house. Something definitely smells good. No one can resist Angela's cooking. Angela and George enter the living room to see Samara and her friends. They are happy to see them.
"Samara." Angela embraces her daughter. Samara gives her mom a kiss on the cheek. Her mother goes over to give Carla and Peyton a hug. "Hey girls. I hope you're hungry." Peyton happily gives Angela a hug and a kiss. Angela has known Peyton and Carla since they were babies. Meanwhile, George is hugging Samara while Kimmy comes downstairs. Kimmy is now a thirteen year old bratty, but tough and charismatic princess. She's the spitting and younger image of Samara.
"How's freshman life?" Angela asks the girls.
"It's fine. We're just trying to keep up with our new studies." Carla says.
"Hey, butt head." Samara and Kimmy hug one another.
"Hey, female dog." Kimmy says back. She is such a smartass. George just shakes his head at her.
Later, the food is ready. Angela cooked so much to feed a village. She and everybody else already have their own plates made. Carla and Peyton cannot resist the smell of her food. "I heard about what happened to that boy. He committed suicide." Angela says.
"That's just tragic." George says.
"Did you guys know him?" Angela asks Samara, Peyton, and Carla. They look at one another before Peyton answers for her best friends.
"Not really. I mean I've seen him around, but we've never spoken." She answers.
"He was a member of the Alpha Omega Beta fraternity." Carla says.
"They're holding a candle light vigil at the school tomorrow. We're going to be there." Peyton says.
"It's such a tragedy. He was so young." Angela just can't believe it. The news is shocking. It's a lot to take in. "How's Cameron?" Samara chokes when the question is asked. She gets a hold of herself, clearing her throat. She even takes a sip of her orange juice. Kimmy snickers at her reaction.
"He's fine, mom." Samara tells her mother. Peyton wants to laugh too. "Oh, and Nick says hi. He has a new boyfriend, you know." George groans. He forgot Nick was gay. He doesn't have a problem with it except when they speak about Nick's 'rendezvous' with other guys.
"Okay, that's when the line is crossed." George blurts out.
"Oh shut up, George. We were teenagers once." Angela explains.
"I know, but is it necessary to hear our daughters speak about boys at breakfast?" George asks.
"It's natural for a mother and her daughter(s) to speak about this subject. We just want to make sure our daughters are being safe and I do not condone that 'kind' of behavior." Samara and Kimmy knows what she means. "I do not want to be a grandmother any time soon." She demands.
"Mom, you don't have to worry. I'm staying a virgin." Samara tells her straight up.
"And I'm staying a virgin too." Kimmy says.
"And you're going to stay virgins. I'm too young to be a grandma."
"Forty two is young?" Kimmy raises an eyebrow.
"Okay, smart mouth!" George scowls at Kimmy, who is grinning along with Peyton and Carla.
"Alright, enough said. Let's change the subject." Angela requests. "I'm throwing a nice party in a couple of weeks for your grandmother's birthday. She's going to be seventy six years old. Your father and I are doing the invitations, but we need help on the decorations and the planning."
"I could see if my dad could get us a rental hall in Seattle." Carla says.
"And I could help with the decorations and catering as long as she makes her famous berry cobbler." Peyton loves their grandmother's cobbler.
"I'll tell her." Angela says.
"What are you going to give her for a present?" Samara asks her mother.
"George and I bought her a first class trip to Paris. She's always wanted to travel there to explore our family's French heritage." Angela tells her.
"Isn't it strange that our family has German in the same mix?" Kimberly chuckles at that. Everybody stares at her because they cannot believe that she just asked that.
"You are one evil child." Samara takes a bite out of her omelet while saying this.
"Oh you got jokes, fudge packer." Kimmy laughs darkly. Samara's smile goes away.
"Fudge packer? Really, you little sodomite?" Samara says to her. Carla almost chokes on her food. Peyton tries to hold in her laugh while lazily hiding her face.
"Hey, stop it you two!" George commands. Kimmy stops laughing, but still has a smirk on her face. "I haven't seen two sisters fight so much since your mom and aunt Gwen when we were teenagers."
"That's because Gwen was the spoiled one." Angela confesses out loud. "Someone had to knock her down a peg." She drinks her coffee as George stares at her.
"Prude." Kimmy says quietly.
"Je jure que je vais casser la tête dans le tableau si tu m'appelles comme ça à nouveau." Samara speaks in French, saying that if Kimberly calls her prude again, she will smash her head into the table.
"Voyons vous essayez." Kimmy wants her to try it.
"Assez, vous deux! Si vous n'arrêtez pas de combat, je vais vous la terre pour le reste de l'été." Angela yells at them saying that if they do not stop fighting, she will ground them for the rest of the summer. The two girls stop fighting as George looks at them. He has no clue what they'd just said. He looks to his wife, who is looking back at him. "What?" She shrugs and he goes back to the newspaper.
"Did you really have to teach them French?" George asks.
"My mother's side of the family is French. I just thought our girls should learn about our culture."
(….)
An Hour Later
After Brunch, the others are watching a movie. Samara goes upstairs to her old room that is now Kimmy's room. She opens the door to see that Kimmy has changed everything. The room is pink and so girly with posters of cute and young famous male celebrities. Samara is somewhat disgusted by it. She liked how her room was when she was staying here. It was casual, yet elegant.
"Why does my old room look the inside of a Unicorn?" Samara asks Kimmy, who is lying on the bed.
"I didn't like the way you had it. It was too plain and boring." Kimmy answers with an honest answer. She sits up. "Can you give me a ride over to my friend's house?"
"Just asks mom or dad to take you." Samara tells her.
"Oh, please. You know how they are." Kimmy says. They both pause. Samara shuts her bedroom door.
"Is Kevin going to be there?" She raises an eyebrow.
"Kevin? Kevin who?" Kimmy tries to act confused, but Samara sees right through her.
"Kevin Lahey as in your boyfriend. Don't act stupid."
"Okay, he is." Kimberly finally admits. "But there's nothing going on. Jasmine's parents are going to be there. Jasmine, Kevin, and my other friends want me to meet them at her house to hang out. Please."
"If mom and dad find out-" Samara is cut off with Kimmy's response.
"Trust me, they won't." Kimmy says. Samara thinks. "Please, Sam." Her little sister begs.
"Come on, you little butt hole." Samara walks out of the bedroom. Kimmy grabs her things and follows her. They head downstairs. "Kimmy and I are going to hang out for a little while. I'll have her back before 9:00pm." The two sisters give their parents a kiss and the hug. Peyton and Carla want to go to.
"Okay. Be careful and don't get into trouble." George says.
"Bye girls." Angela says while they all leave. As soon as the door closes behind them, George hurries to put her over his shoulder and carry her upstairs. Angela laughs while smacking his butt. "Put me down, wolfman!" George growls in return.
During the drive to Kimmy's friend's house, Samara is itching to ask her little sister something. Kimmy is sitting in the front while Carla and Peyton sit in the back. "Tell me something. Have you and Kevin been getting close and intimate with one another?" Kimmy slowly wrenches her head with her eyes wide to look at Samara. The way she does it is creepy. She cannot believe she just asked that. "I'm just asking because I want to make sure that you're safe." Samara explains to her.
"Oh, thank you." The sarcasm never ends. "B.T.W, that's what couples do. It's called puppy love."
"Don't get snippy with me! I don't want to become an aunt anytime soon." Samara says. Kimmy huffs and looks out the window. "Have you two ever thought about having sex?"
"Just drop it because it's really awkward. I'm a virgin and I'm going to stay a virgin until I'm mature, old enough, and ready, so butt out. Besides, Kevin said that it's good to wait. He doesn't want to rush things between us and I respect that."
"That's good." Carla says.
"I agree despite the fact how young I was when I'd lost my V-Card." Peyton says.
"How old were you?" Kimmy asks her.
"I was fifteen when Randy and I started. We were dating since the eighth grade. We were comfortable with one another. It was awkward at first. A lot of hit and misses." Peyton gets hit in the chest by Carla because she needs to stop talking.
"Don't encourage her." Carla says.
"I wasn't encouraging her!" Peyton says before speaking with Kimmy again. "Look, just promise us that if you and Kevin do...the do, you will use a condom. I don't want to be a young aunt as well. But if not, just try and wait until you find the right person you truly love and get married too, when you're older. Just take a deep breath and you will get through this. Be patient." Peyton says to Kimmy. "There are many diseases out there in the world, you know."
"I know. Can we just drop it?" Kimmy asks.
"We're just looking out for you." Carla says.
"Even though we're not related, in my eyes, you're our little sister too." Peyton says to Kimmy.
"We love you and care about you." Samara tells her.
"I love you guys too." Kimmy smiles.
Soon, they reach her friend's house. Kimmy jumps out while saying goodbye to Samara. Samara watches as all of Kimmy's friends, including Kevin greet her. Kevin is so adorable. But if he does anything to harm her little sister, she will beat him blind!
Suddenly, Samara's phone goes off. She takes it out of her right pocket to answer the caller with a hello. The unexpected caller is her boss. "Hello, Samara. Sorry for calling you at this time, but we are one person short today and I was wondering if you could come in. I know that it's your day off, but we need you." Her boss says to her.
"I'm in Forks. It'll take me some time to get there. I'll come in." She agrees then hangs up the phone.
"Was that work calling?" Carla asks Samara.
"Yep." Samara relaxes her head on the head of the seat before pulling off.
"That sucks." Peyton says while Carla is climbing in the front seat. She smacks her butt as she does.
"Ow!" Carla exclaims.
"Don't fart in my face. You ate too much cheese." Peyton says.
"You're the one who's gassy." Carla buckles her seat belt.
"I'm going over to Kelly's dorm room, tonight." Peyton let's Samara know.
"And I'm going to look over my assignments." Carla adds in. At least they have free time.
(….)
Later
Boat Street Cafe
Samara goes off to work and she is ten minutes late. Her boss talks with her about being late because it's her second time being late this month. She checks in then begins working by taking orders, cleaning tables, and bringing people their food. Some of her high school classmates come there to hang out. It's not until three hours later when she has her first break, which is a really big relief because she has twenty minutes to just relax and unwind. Samara decides to have herself a Redbull and bag of Grippo potato chips for lunch at an empty booth. She texts her friends to find out what they're doing because that's her only entertainment along with listening to music and watching funny videos on YouTube.
Samara's shift soon ends and she's just bored and tired. She decides to catch a movie by herself. Despicable Me was the best movie to see. It's cute. Agnes is the most adorable little character ever. She's too cute. After the movie, she just wonders around Port Angeles while texting her friends. Peyton and Randy do not want to be disturbed. Their relationship will be difficult since they're going to different colleges, but they do want to make it work. Peyton will probably go to the same college as him in the fall. Randy and her love each other. They've been dating since freshman year.
Suddenly, Samara sees a group of young men in their late teens and early twenties hanging out. She ignores them. That's when she sees Alexander with Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Rose, Renesmee, and his sisters. Edward and Bella didn't want to come. They decide to head back to the cottage to have some alone time. Carlisle and Esme are also enjoying their alone time as well. Samara's heart flutters at the sight. She wants to go and say hi, but it being too shy about it. 'Come on, Samara. Grow a pair.' Samara walks up to the group to say hello to Alexander. He turns to see her.
"Uh, hi. It's me. The girl from the party." Samara greets him.
"I remember. How you doing?" Alexander says to her.
"I'm fine." Samara blushes. Carissa and Kathryn roll their eyes.
"Come on. Let's give them some privacy." Alice says, strolling along with the others. The twins eventually follows, but not before giving their brother the 'You have some explaining to do' look. Samara sees Kathryn and Carissa. She's intrigued that their eyes are as red as Alexander's eyes. It's strange really, especially because of the Cullen's honey golden eyes as well.
"I see that you are all living up to the cause of the creepy eye contacts." She says to Alexander. "I mean seriously? Do you really have to wear those things? Are you part of some kind of vampire goth group." Samara also notices that Alexander's nails are painted black and red.
"No, not really. Red is my favorite color." Alexander tells her.
"Why did you ditch, last night? I didn't see you at the party before I'd left." Samara asks.
"My sisters wanted to leave. I went with them. We're just visiting some relatives."
"Oh, so you're not from here?" Samara questions.
"No, I'm from Russia." Alexander explains and Samara squints her eyes.
"Russia? What part?" Samara asks.
"Moscow. I have a lot family there." Alex says.
"Can you speak Russian?" Samara quirks an eyebrow.
"Of course. However, I'm really Bulgarian." Alexander confesses.
"Bulgarian?"
"I'm Egyptian and Italian on my mother's side and I'm Bulgarian on my father's side. I was born in Berkovista, but my sisters and I moved to Russia many years when we were younger. We're just visiting some family friends here in Forks for a while." Samara is a little disappointed by that. Alex points it out quickly. He smiles. "You seem disappointed."
"I'm sorry for being so forward. I'm nosy." Samara feels bad.
"No, it's okay." Alex quickly says. "If you want to while I'm here, we could go out. How about I take you out this weekend? I can take you to dinner, we can hang out, or...catch a movie."
"One of my friends is having a party this Friday. Maybe you can pick me up."
"That's fine." Alex nods.
"I live on 3rd avenue in a loft on the top floor. Come pick me up at 8:00pm." She tells him. They pause for a moment. "I'm sorry for asking, but could you walk me to my car? It's dark and my car is parked down there by those guys." Samara makes a gesture at the group of men from earlier. Alexander holds out his hand for her to take. Samara shivers the moment she takes it. He's so cold. They begin walking down to the parking lot. The men start to pay attention to them. Samara turns to Alexander.
"My number is 944-9584. Call me sometime." She says before climbing in the car.
"Have a safe trip." Alex tells her.
"See you soon." Samara smiles before pulling away, leaving him behind.
"Look at this she-male." One of the guys laugh. Alexander turns his head to see him and his friends. The group sees Alex's red eyes.
"Look at them eyes. Scary." Another guy says.
Alexander ignores them, walking away. That's when one of the guys hits him in the head with a beer can. He growls, but remembers that they are human and he is a vampire. The group laughs. Kathryn and Carissa appear. "Alex we need to go." Kathryn says.
"Oooh." A tall blond guy lusts after Kathryn. "She looks like a tasty little thing."
Alexander turns around to confront them. He always had a short temper. "Shut your mouth before I gouge your eyes out of your sockets." He threatens. The group are impressed by the threat. Another one steps up to him. Alexander looks him in the eye and tilts his head down. That's when a sinister and dark growl slips from his lips. This catches their attention. Alex is one step of way from ripping their throats out. Alice and the others see what's happening. Carissa goes over and takes her brother away.
(….)
Minutes Later
The Forest
Alexander is now lurking in the darkness of the woods. He's sitting against a tree while feeding off a blood bag. Right now, he just wants to cool off because of his short temper. He wants to go back and kill every single one of them. Jacob and the other wolves are watching him.
"Are you alright?" Carlisle asks, coming out of nowhere.
"I'm fine." Alex tells him.
"Your sisters told me that you ran into some guys. They also warned me about your temper." Carlisle says. Alexander facepalms himself.
"I can't help it. I'm a crazy, impulsive, bloodthirsty vampire." Alex admits.
"I know how you feel. After I became a vampire, I had a hard time controlling myself. As a newborn, all I wanted was to sink my teeth into a human, but I pushed my instincts away by feeding off animals. I just wanted to help people, not kill them. So, I decided to reject my urges." Carlisle tells him.
"That must have been harsh. When I became a newborn, I couldn't control myself. I was unstable. If it wasn't for the love that I have for my family, I would be draining every human in sight. My sisters and my cousin are always there to remind me that my humanity still exists." Alex looks over to Carlisle before saying: "I've done things that I am not proud of. I've killed so many people that I've lost count." His history is the one that's really harsh. "I'll be fine. I just need some time to get my anger in check." He stands back on his feet and looks over to the wolves. "Let's play a game. If you all can catch me then I'll buy your all dinner for tonight. Anything you want." The pack is intrigued.
"Have fun." Carlisle says before vanishing.
The wolves lick their chops and are ready to pounce. Some of them show their teeth, growling and snarling like wild animals. They creep up slowly to Alexander which creeps him out because they have that creep, serial killer look in their eyes. How ironic? "Dude, you starting to freak me out." They all pounce. Alexander leaps up and begins hopping from tree to tree.
The wolves begin chasing him. Once Alexander is in the clear, he jumps down from the trees and starts running as fast as he can. The pack is right on his trail. They all growl, hoping that they can catch him and get a free meal. Soon, they are only a couple of feet from him as they snap their jaws at his feet.
Alexander is not going to lose. He refuses to do so. But soon, Daniel takes him down with brutal force. The wolves stop as they surround him. "Okay, you got me." But Daniel is not getting up. He's becoming more and more vicious. "Let me up." Daniel's about to bite down and kill him. Alex can feel his darkness creeping on him. That's when Daniel sees the scelera of his eyes grow black while his irises gleam a demonic hue of red. Alexander pushes him off. His tone of voice is not normal. It's no longer human. It's deep, hellish, and monstrous. Daniel stands back up. He's hurt.
Alexander gets on his hands and knees. He whimpers. The darkness is very powerful and potent as well. There are strange and tiny red witch markings leaking from his eyes like tears. The witch markings spread over his face as he tries to break and control it. Alexander closes his eyes to focus. The wolves are frightened by this. But the darkness begins to fade away along with the markings and darkness in his eyes. It takes Alexander a couple seconds to gain what's ever left of his humanity. He stands back on his feet, looking at the wolves. He looks to Daniel. His irises are still sinister.
"Sorry. I can control it." He says. "I guess I owe you guys dinner."
"I never seen that ever happen before. I know vampires are gifted, but this one is something else. Those markings and his eyes...what the hell?" Leah says.
