I AM SO SORRY! I had a family crisis and then my computer crashed so I couldn't upload the chapters (more details about that on my deviantart account.). I've been really busy the last couple of weeks and I hope you can forgive me!

A/N: Okay, the others and more about the prophecy comes later.. Piece by piece, till they all fall together. The pieces, that is.

Chapter four
Prophecy.

Buffy's POV.

DRRRRIIIING! I rolled over to my other side and put my pillow over my head. DRRRRIIIIING! Ugh, stupid phone. I yawned and reached over to pick up my cell.

"Hello?"

"Oh, hey Buff, you'll never guess what!" Xander's voice said in my ear.

"What?"

"Well, we were sitting in the library - me, Willow and Giles - you know, doing research on that demon you slayed last week and Spike comes storming in! He looked really upset," I could picture Xander grinning, "and was talking about some vampire family that just came to town and that they'd brought trouble and that they weren't normal vamps and.."

"Wait, what?" I asked

"Yeah, I know, weird huh? And then Giles went on about some prophecy about the Cold Ones who are supposed to be somekind of vampires in Native American legends and that they'd someday open up a hellmouth and release hell on earth and stuff and.."

"Xander, put Giles on the phone! Now!" I said, raising my voice. Great. Can't a girl just have a one night sleep without some evillies coming to town? Nuh-uh, no, not when you're a slayer. I'm telling you; this job is really frustrating. And you know the worst part? It's not even my job! It's my stupid destiny or whatever.

"Buffy?" Giles's voice said into my ear.

"Okay, what's going on now? Vampire families? Native American legends? What the hell?"

"Well, yes.. did Xander explain?" Geez. Just spit it out god dammit!

"No," I was getting irritated. "Spit it out, Giles."

"Well, um, yes.. there-there is a vampire family.. a coven if you prefer, here in Sunnydale as we speak. There is a Native American prophecy that predicts their coming to the hellmouth, but I-I didn't think it was so soon.. something must have happened to rush it, and-and they.. Buffy they aren't normal vampires.. they are what the Native Americans call Cold Ones.. You can't kill them with a stake or holy water.. crosses don't affect them and they only sparkle in the sunlight.." Even thought Giles was stuttering, he didn't sound scared at all. He sounded.. amused and.. well, like a kid on Christmas morning. Watchers. I rolled my eyes and snorted. Then I thought over what he'd just said and..

"Wait, WHAT? They do what in the sunlight?" I yelled into his ear.

"They-they sparkle.. But Buffy, there is no need to get upset.." I cut him off.

"No need to get upset? There are a bunch of vampires - a coven - coming to town, in town, now! And I don't know how to kill them and they sparkle.. I mean, what the hell? Wait.. a coven.. how many?"

"I believe there are seven of them." I shuddered and felt my eyes widen. Seven. Seven indestructable, Native American legendary vampires. Aw, crap.

"But we can think about that in the morning," Giles went on. "You will need a good night sleep, Buffy, so I-I suggest you get some rest now, dear." He'd called me dear. Giles only called me dear when there was lots of trouble a head. Big time crap.

"Yeah, like I can sleep after knowing this.. Ugh, whatever. Bye, Giles."

"Goodbye, Buffy. But do get some rest," he urged.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered and hung up.

I threw myself onto the bed, and whaddya know? I did fall asleep. But then, of course, something had to wake me up like always. I'm telling you, a girl like me just doesn't get to have a decent night's sleep without some interruption.

Bella's POV.

"Others?"

"Bella, do you remember what I told you about vampires? Well.. I kind of left a part out.." Edward would probably have been blushing had he been human.

"And?" I asked, trying to see his eyes in the dark. I failed.

"And.. I kind of lied.." Edward bit his lip, something I'd never seen him do. It would have looked adorable if I hadn't been so peeved at him.

"Bella, the others. Well, they are sort of what you might call 'normal vampires'. If such a thing does exist." Carlisle said. "You can stake them, burn them with sunlight, crosses and holy water. Some even sleep in coffins." He smiled. I didn't smile back.

"So.. why would you lie about that?" I looked back at Edward.

"I just wanted to protect you. I mean, I didn't want to involve you too much into the 'monster world'," he explained.

"Okay. I forgive you."

"What?" Emmett's voice boomed from the other car. "You're just gonna forgive him just like that? Life is so unfair." I scrolled down my window and looked at him. I think that was the first time I ever heard him say anything negative. He remined me of.. Jacob Black. I didn't know why he crossed my mind, when I was so caught up in the mystical world. How strange. I smiled to myself, and then felt blood fill my cheeks. I was thinking about the time when I'd flirted with Jacob to get information about the Cullens. He'd been the one to tell me about the cold ones a.k.a. vampires.

"Unfair?" I asked Emmett.

"Yeah, if Rosalie would just let me get away with things like that, life would be so much easier." He sighed. I giggled. A grin broke across his face. Emmett could never look serious, or sad for the matter, for too long.

"But," I said, turning back to Edward. "Is Spike a normal vampire then?"

"Yes."

"Huh. Well that makes sence."

"What do you mean?" A confused expression flashed across Edward's face for a second.

"Well, I could tell he was a vampire.. somehow I just knew, you know.. but his eyes were normal and he wasn't that pretty." Edward laughed and Emmett joined in.

"Exactly." Edward said, answering Emmett's thoughts. They grinned at each other.

"What?" I asked.

"Emmett thought he knew a couple - well more like a hundred - girls that would disagree. Spike is thought to be quite the charmer." His eyes suddenly sparkled with joy. "Good thing he didn't affect you. I don't want to compete about your admiration and keep him from drinking your blood." I rolled my eyes.

"Edward, you know I love only you."

"And I you." He kissed my lips softly.

Emmett groaned. "Cut it out already," he said, grimacing. "Romantic stuff is so cheezy, it's disgusting." He made a gagging sound. Alice gave him an elbow shot in the gut. Edward just rolled his eyes.

"Do you seriously not remember how you and Rosalie were? How you are every time you get married?" He asked and I could picture a human Emmett blushing at that. I giggled at the image in my head. Edward smiled at me. I smiled back, and then yawned.

"You're tired," he said.

"No, I'm not." I lied. He ruffled my hair a little and then cradled me in his arms, humming my lullaby. And like always, I drifted into sleep.