I have no ownership of Twilight or any of Stephenie Meyer's characters in it…The OCs are childes of my mind but I don't know if that means I own them, maybe I do… Anyhow, enjoy my little saga; I know I enjoy writing it. -Fenrisulfr
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Chapter 4
Charlie was quite unsure of things when he walked out into the Lodge's parking lot. As he dug out his cell phone from his pocket he thought back to the end of his conversation with the stranger who had entered the town on a motorcycle;
Charlie felt the chill running down his spine as he watched the most mischievous smile yet creep its way onto the strangers face.
- I beg you not to start something in my town, the chief said. The supernatural ones here keep up the charade when they are in the company of humans or in town, it makes coexisting possible. I would ask you to show the same courtesy and precaution, but I also know that I myself won't be able to stop you from not following the rules, should you chose to do so.
The biker blinked a couple of times, apparently taken of guard by the sudden request, and then started laughing. It was a true, heartfelt laugh that eased Charlie's worries somewhat.
- I'm sorry man, the biker said, though I can't make you a promise that I'll follow those rules of yours, I will try my best not to cause any trouble. After that he got up and left plenty enough money on the table. Charlie noticed his height above all the other things he had been able to observe while they conversed.
- Damn, you're a tall one! Forks sheriff exclaimed. Exactly how tall are you?
- I think I'm somewhere around six foot six inches? He said it like it was a question. You Yankees really should change to the metric system, it is so much easier if you ask me. You with your feet and inches and yards and miles, Ugh! It makes my head spinning just thinking about it! He shook his head back and forth in frustration. As he turned to walk out of the restaurant Charlie realized that he had yet to ask one of the most fundamental questions:
- Wait! I forgot to ask you what your name was!
The tall, now confirmed, non-human stopped and turned his head towards Charlie. He then looked as if he was trying to come up with a name on the spot. A smile spread on his face seconds before giving the expecting police officer his answer;
- William, he said as if he just now decided, William Corvinus is my name.
- You just made that up didn't you? Charlie asked with a sour expression on his face.
- That I did sheriff, that I certainly did. Are you going to call me on it? William asked in return.
Charlie deliberated it for a second while an amused chuckle from the man calling himself William sent another chill down his spine.
- No, I guess not. Is that the name you will be using in Port Angeles and here in town?
- No, William said, the name is a hint to the ones you will be calling soon after I leave this joint to look for a place to buy. He turned to walk away but stopped and turned his head towards Charlie.
- Besides, I don't really look like a "William" do I? He added with a laugh.
Charlie got no chance to a comeback as he realized why he had felt that something was of with the man's smile earlier. As William laughed, Charlie could see his teeth before he turned around and walked out of the diner, still laughing. Charlie had seen men with vampire-like canines before (funny that the real deal didn't have fangs…), it was something some people were born with. William had the same unusually long, sharp canines, but the teeth right behind them were also unusually sharp and just about as long though not quite. That would make a man look twice if it hadn't been for the fact that the corresponding teeth in his lower jaw were the same unusual sharpness and length, the lower jaw canines slightly longer than the teeth right behind them. That was not something Charlie had ever seen a human being born with. When he smiled you never really got a good enough look at his teeth to figure out what was off, but now when he was laughing you could clearly see it.
Charlie shuddered at the memory as he began to dial a familiar number.
Carlisle let the phone ring three times before he picked it up; it seemed more human than answering before the first tone had really begun.
- Cullen residence, Carlisle Cullen speaking.
- Hey Carlisle, it's Charlie. How many of you are there?
- All the women except Renesmee are out but the rest of us are here, why? Carlisle said, he didn't like the urgency in Charlie's voice.
- Renesmee is there? Then Jake is there to right? Charlie pressed on.
- Yes, I believe he and the rest of them are in the living room at the moment. Please Charlie, tell me what is going on.
- Can you carry the phone to the living room and put me on speaker? You all need to hear this.
- Yes, one moment, Carlisle confirmed before he fluttered down the stairs in vampire speed and called attention among the ones there;
- Everybody listen up and gather around, Charlie have something important he wants us to hear.
His tone made it clear to the others that it was not a happy announcement, so they gathered in grave silence around the kitchen table as Carlisle pressed a button on the phone and put it in the table's center.
- Speak Charlie, you have our full attention, Carlisle said to the phone when all the males, and Renesmee in Jacob's lap, were seated around the table.
There was an eerie silence for a while and then Charlie's voice came out of the phone on the table;
- Guys… we have a problem. I went to the Lodge this afternoon to check out the tips coming in about a biker looking like he belonged to a gang riding into town. During my informal questioning of the guy I concluded that he only looked like he belonged to a criminal MC-club. The thing is… he is still trouble, but not my kind of trouble, he is yours! Guys, he wasn't human and he knew he wasn't the only one in this town.
