Edward accelerated his Volvo dangerously fast on their way back to Forks, while Bella on the other hand can't help herself but stare at him with a confounded expression on her face. The conversation they had back at the restaurant was quite interesting, so to speak. Though his confession partially satisfied her pondering, it also generated a myriad of even more profound questions. A trace of renewed curiosity lingered and nurtured itself at the back of her head like a half-smothered ember that has been dropped in to a heap of dried leaves, and has secretly fed itself, biding for the time when it shall once again become an all-consuming flame that will burn an ever larger hole in her mind.

"Ok, I think I'm warm enough now." Bella said, reaching for the heater-dial at the same time Edward did as well, though the latter pulled his hand away quickly as it touched hers. She felt something strange about him. It roused her concern for it was uncanny; his hand was strangely cold, like a stone. "Your hand is so cold." She then continued but Edward didn't respond and just kept on driving.

Bella felt that she offended Edward somehow and opted to be taciturn but vigilant. Her attention however, was turned to the flashing police lights as they were about to pass the police station.

"What is going on?" Bella said, curious and concerned. "My dad's still here. Can you pull in?" She then continued as she saw Charlie's cruiser still parked out front.

Edward did so and parked his car in between Charlie's cruiser and a black Mercedes S550 "It's my father's car in the end. What's he doing here?" He commented, wondering.

"Carlisle what's going on?" Edward then asked Carlisle, who was just exiting the station's door.

"Waylon Forge was found in the woods out near his place. I just examined his body." Carlisle sighed and responded in a somber tone. Edward darkened upon hearing it and Bella was horrified.

"He died? What happened?" Bella asked. She couldn't believe what she just heard.

"Animal attack" Carlisle told her. He and Edward inconspicuously looked at each other, wordlessly concurring that Waylon was murdered by a vampire.

"Was it the same one that killed the security guard down at Mason." Bella said. She caught Carlisle and Edward subtly trading looks. Clearly there's more to this than they're letting her on.

"Most likely" Carlisle responded with a somber expression on his face.

"It's getting closer to town…" Bella said but was cut-off by Carlisle.

"Bella. You should go inside. Waylon was your father's friend." Carlisle told her in a gentle voice.

"Okay" Bella said in agreement as she could only surmise the pain Charlie must be going through right now. "Uhm…I'll see you later." She then said to Edward before entering the threshold of the police station.

She saw Charlie devastated, sitting on his desk, looking at the photos, reports and evidences. Trying to make sense of his friend's death. He knew instinctively that there's more to this than just a mere animal attack.

"Hey" Bella said in a low and solemn voice. "Dad I'm sorry about Waylon." She continued.

"Known him going to thirty years" Charlie said, transparently torn up from Waylon's sudden and unpleasant passing.

Bella placed her hand on to Charlie's shoulder to comfort him, which the latter held gently and squeezed. It's one of the few rare moments when the awkward barriers between her and the latter were broken and regards for each other's well-being predominates.

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(Cullen's Residence)

It was already passed ten o'clock when Carlisle and Edward arrived. The expression on everyone's faces turned dark and hard as Carlisle told them about the earlier incident. They feared that the ripples caused by the incident would be significant enough to reach the attention of the Volturi, evoking their wrath.

"Nomads?" Esme inquired, nervously.

"Most likely" Carlisle replied, agreeing with her.

"Or maybe not" Edward said in a stern voice. He and Naruto traded glances, confirming that they had the same notion as to who or what is responsible for the reckless and relatively ruthless slaughter.

"He nearly made us believe he's human" Jasper supplemented. Revealing that he too shared the same suspicion.

"What do you mean?" Carlisle inquired. He along with Esme, Alice, Rosalie and Emmett were all bewildered.

"Well, there is this pompous brat. I think it's time for us to confront him." Naruto responded with a clenched fist and a deathly expression on his face.

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The next day was a Saturday. Bella woke up a bit late than she usually does, the rain from the previous night has ceased and left a myriad of poodles that reflected the opaque cloud forms drifting above.

"Dad where's the truck?" Bella inquired after noticing that her truck wasn't in its usual spot.

"Ah yeah, I forgot to tell you. I noticed that the engine is making this odd noise so I had Jacob pick it up yesterday for repairs."

"Oh I see" Bella mumbled

"Are you going somewhere today Bells?"

"Yes actually. I'm going to a friend's house to do our biology project."

"Which friend?" Charlie inquired

"Alex…Alex Storm. He's new here, just moved in a couple of months ago." Bella hesitantly answered.

"The eccentric rich kid?" Charlie once again queried.

"Yes….you know him?"

"Not personally, though I know where he lives, his house is at the edge of town. I can give you a ride there."

"That would be great Dad"

Isn't that he the same boy you accidentally kneed in the…." Charlie said, suppressing a chuckle.

"Yes" Bella replied uncomfortably in a sarcastic tone.

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On their way, Charlie suddenly remembered something as the cruiser was about to pass Newton's Olympic Outfitters. Lately there were strange rumors circulating around town of a giant bear that has been spotted by a few passing hikers and the said establishment is where it was first heard of. He suspected that the said animal maybe responsible for Waylon's death. So he opted to confirm it.

"Bella, do you mind if we pull over for a while, I have some errands to run. It won't take much time." Charlie said in a voice that was rather contemplative.

"Sure dad" Bella replied.

Charlie pulled over and parked just adjacent to the shop. For some reasons she couldn't comprehend, Bella was compelled by what seemed to be an invisible force to walk towards the establishment and go inside.

As she entered Mr. Newton genially greeted her and Charlie. She then saw Mike behind the cashier's counter, having great difficulty trying to hang something on the wall.

"Oh. Hey Bella" Mike greeted him jovially. "I can't believe my luck today." He thought happy as a clam.

"Mike" Bella greeted back. "What are you doing there anyway" She then inquired.

"Just hanging this digitally enhanced picture of my great grandfather and his crewmates. My dad thinks it looks classy." Mike explained smirking.

"Have a little family pride son. You're great-grandfather is one of the first people who reached the Antarctic during his time. And besides, it does look classy." Mr. Newton, who apparently heard his son's wryly comment, momentarily severed his conversation with Charlie for a riposte.

Bella pressed her lip in to a line, suppressing a giggle then converting it in to a vague smile.

"So yeah, my great-grandpa was the doctor at this steam ship called the Isabel." Mike explained in a hush and much more respectful voice. "Hey, you want to see something weird?" He then continued.

"I don't know" Bella replied, she already met her weirdness quota the other night.

"Look at the person at the top left of the photo, the one that looks like he's wearing a weird jumpsuit thing." Mike said, enthusiastically.

Bella did so and was astounded from what she saw. "Is that…" She muttered but can't finish her sentence for it seems too surreal for credibility.

"Looks exactly like Naruto right? I don't know that jumpsuits were a hit back then" Mike finished it, chuckling as he cracked from his own joke.

"When was this picture taken?" Bella inquired, quite intrigued.

"About 1855 or 1856…Im not exactly sure" Mike ponderingly answered.

Out of sudden phantasmagoric visions flashed before Bella's eyes. She then recalled the dream about the great tree and the visions it furnished her, becoming increasingly lucid and overwhelmingly vivid the longer she looked at the photo.

"Are you alright Bella?" Mike inquired, worried.

"Yeah. I'm good" Bella replied holding her head, momentarily dazed and unable to think properly from the uncanny experience.

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The entire interim of the drive passed ephemerally like an insignificant spark for Bella was deep in her contemplation, quite absorbed from the perturbing visions. She suddenly heard Charlie's voice saying something, rousing her back to her senses.

"Bells we're here." Charlie said pointing at the luxurious mansion wrought of chalk-white marble. The colossal edifice was larger than most malls they've ever saw and it towered lordly over the trees in the vicinity. On its huge façade stood multi-columned porticoes of the same chalk-white marble and a great iron wood portals superbly etched and gilded in rococo designs. Charlie ringed the bell and an elderly man dressed in a business suit came out to receive them.

"Chief Swan, Ms. Bella please do come in" He said warmly "My name is Sebastian, the head butler of this household" he then introduced himself as he guided them in.

The interior of the lofty edifice was even grander, oozing with luxury and splendor. Elegant imperial chandeliers fashioned from the finest Italian crystals hung on the delicately frescoed and gilded ceiling. Overlooking the glossy floor of polished marble that was intricately mosaicked with semi-precious stones in classical byzantine and roman inspired designs; and an arcade of malachite wrought columns, standing by the pair, with their capitals crowned with golden acanthus leaves. Their base, along with the relief-etched frieze and even the modillion where all gilded as well.

Suits of medieval armor stood proud in the hallways and corridors, wielding swords, pollaxes or mace like silent sentinels; while opulent rococo furnishings and remarkable works of art such as great urns of lapis lazuli, carved ivory tusks, magnificent sculptures and priceless paintings adorned the aesthetically stunning palatial residence of the Storms.

A fairly sizable sculpture of a perching firebird caught Charlie's attention, it was wrought of solid gold, and its crest and tail feathers were accented by delicately embedded flawless-gemstones. While Bella was intrigued by a strange painting, depicting four men; all of whom have death white pale skin and inhuman beauty as a common attribute. The first three were sitting on throne-like royal chairs while the last was standing just behind the third. They all have piercing burgundy-red eyes, save for the last which possess an amber-gold shade. Upon closer inspection, Bella saw that the divergent character bears a shockingly uncanny resemblance to a familiar character - Carlisle Cullen.

"Miss Swan. This way please." Sebastian said, ushering her before she could make any further scrutiny of the peculiar painting.

"Quite some house you got here." Charlie commented, impressed.

"The late Lord and Lady Storm were ardent connoisseurs of art. Their impeccable aesthetic acuity was their common denominator, if I may say so." Sebastian replied.

"Well that explains the fine taste in home decorations." Charlie thought "Im sorry did you say late…" He then continued reluctantly but was even more hesitant to finish the sentence. Bella on the other hand felt a bit sheepish and rueful for she forgot to tell Charlie about Alex's parents and how any topic concerning them deeply saddens him.

"Yes. I'm afraid they have passed away sir." The elderly butler said in a somber voice. "They're death has devastated Master Alexander profoundly."

"I'm sorry…I didn't know" Charlie responded in a low and solemn voice. "But if you don't mind me asking. What do they do for a living….when, you know…they're still alive?" He then cautiously asked out of curiosity.

"Dad!" Bella said in a low hissing voice, in protest to the nosy inquiry.

"Certainly, Lord Gabriel Storm, the master's father was a successful banker, and his mother, the Lady Ellara d'Sanguius-Storm was the current head of the noble house of Sanguinus, which is one of Europe's leading weapons manufacturers since the Medieval Ages. Though after the Second World War, the family conglomerate decided to expand their corporate portfolio from military technologies and armament production to other industries such as power generation, naval engineering and construction, aerospace technology, pharmaceuticals, telecommunication, software design and development, shipping, and financial services; they also have significant investments on a number of tech-firms throughout the globe, own oil drilling platforms and refineries in the Middle-East and Southeast-Asia, and operates a recently acquired satellite control and launch facility in Kazakhstan." The elderly butler responded, explaining every detail like an orator as they walked in the halls and corridors of the mansion.

Sebastian then opened a hinged patio leading to an indoor garden. Bella entered first and saw the luxuriant botanical underbrush flourishing on the temperature controlled structure. There were pygmy date palms yielding sumptuous amounts of produce, lush pomegranate trees with beautiful fire colored blooms and large crimson fruits, a myriad of exotic and ornamental flora such as pink blossom trees and other plants with brightly colored flowers such as orchids, lilies, roses and peonies.

An indoor waterfall cascaded and flowed in to a series of papyrus and lotus accented manmade ponds that were the sanctuary of multitudinously hued Koi fishes and exotic turtles. On the largest pond, at the center of two adjoining bridges, stood a water gazebo where Alex was. He didn't seem to notice them come in and appeared to be frantically busy expending inordinate amount of efforts setting up the 'study area'. He appeared preoccupied checking the minutest of details, making sure everything is perfect.

"Excuse me sir, Miss Swan is here." Sebastian announced.

"Hey Bella, I hope you don't mind doing our project he.…oh hello there Chief Swan" Alex jovially said, happy as a clam but was startled to see Charlie with her.

"Hey" Bella awkwardly greeted back with a furrowed eye brows.

Charlie nodded with a straight face in greeting but was laughing at the back of his head. "Well, I'll be going now. Pick you up at five Bells." He then said to Bella, suppressing a chuckle, before he left.

"So…uhm…yeah, I already made the report regarding DNA replication of diploid germ cells, I just need…" Alex said, enthusiastically but was cut-off.

"Alex?" Bella said with an incredulous look on her face.

"Yeah?"

"What's all this about?"

"Oh that would be the DNA structural model were going to use, it's not finished though…so..uhmm, perhaps we could finish it together?" Alex said in a sheepish but hopeful voice.

"That's not what I meant. I thought we're going to do our biology project, I didn't agree to a date." Bella said, raising a brow.

"Whaaaaaat….no..no….I didn't..uhm. You see…I just thought you…would prefer here cause, you know…you're from Arizona…and uhm, a familiar scenery would be nice." Alex incoherently mumbled. Stuttering as he tried to fabricate a reasonable premise but was obviously transparent.

"And that?" Bella said; pointing at a nearby coffee table filled with plates of different kinds of hors d'oeuvres.

"Snacks…in case we get hungry" Alex replied, discomfited.

"Let's just do it ok?" Bella smirked at the young man's staggered reaction.

"Do what?" Alex said awkwardly in a flustered but somewhat slightly hopeful voice. His eyes widened and his cheeks slightly blushed.

"The project?" Bella sighed and replied in a deadpan tone.

"Oh, ok" Alex said in a sheepish voice while the blushing on his face gradually became more intense.

Hours passed and the uncomfortable barrier between the two gradually dissolved by the labor intensive technicalities of their biology project. Bella Suddenly remembered the peculiar painting she saw earlier and decided to ask Alex about it.

"Uhm...Hey can I ask you a question?" Bella said in a somewhat quiet but serious voice.

"Yeah" Alex replied, closing his laptop to focus on her.

"There is this painting I saw a while ago while we're on our way here. I'm just wondering about it."

"Which one?"

"It's the one depicting four men; two of them have long black hair while the other two were blonde. They were sitting in what looked like thrones, except for the last one who was standing behind the other blonde." Bella said, trying to remember as much detail of the painting as she could.

"The Volturi" Alex extrapolated.

"I'm sorry, what?" Bella inquired with a bemused expression on her face.

"The painting it called The Volturi" Alex explained in a gentle voice. "You know, there's an interesting story behind that piece of work." He then continued.

"Can you please tell me?" Bella pleaded.

"Ok…it was painted by a relatively obscured Italian artist named Vincenzo Lazzeri in the early 19th century, and believed to be the last of his work for he disappeared a few days later after he completed it."

"What happened to him?" Bella wondered

"Nobody knows. People thought that he was a little crazy; always spouting about things that go bump in the night and stuff. Another strange thing is that, decades later, a man who bears an uncanny resemblance to him suddenly appeared in the outskirts of Lyon. The peculiarly pale stranger declared himself to be the long lost artist and painted a number of incredible works of art in the same style Lazzeri utilized to substantiate his assertion. He also claimed that he was turned in to a monster by one of the men in the painting and detested his damned existence ever since. It didn't take long and he too disappeared, never to be seen again." Alex explained in a calm and resonant voice but was singularly penetrating.

"A monster….what kind of monster?" Bella inquired, her curiosity has now become a great conflagration that pushed her to dig deeper, to learn as much as she could.

"Try some canapés their really good…or maybe some mini beef-wellingtons, smoked salmon crostini, or perhaps some caviar? I'll have Sebastian fetch us some beluga caviar, you'll love it." Alex said in a pleasant and jovial voice, offering Bella something to eat from the assortments of gourmet delicacies, served on the numerous silver platters atop the nearby coffee table.

"No thanks" Bella said with a vague smile.

"Are you sure? They're really good" Alex said in a silly and childlike manner, persuading her to try some.

"Okay" Bella relented, amused on how puerile Alex can be. She tried some seared foie gras pate. Its rich, buttery and delicate taste melted on her tongue, and it was divine. "It's really good." She complimented.

"Told yah" Alex amiably said in a silly voice. His eyes were sparkling and an innocent broad smile played on the edges of his lip.

"Hey about my question earlier?" Bella suddenly remembered her prior inquiry, before her senses were clouded by the captious thralldom of the extraordinarily appetizing finger food.

"Oh where are my manners…let me get you some ice tea" Alex said in a tremulous voice that instantly became less coherent as he noticed Bella giving him a dubious stare. "Pomegranate juice perhaps?" He then continued, uncomfortably and with an nervous smile.

"No. Thank you. But you can answer my question" Bella said in a serious tone, crossing her arms. She noticed that Alex was deliberately eluding the topic for some reason and opted to give him a stern and piercing look in order to compel the latter to furnish her with the information she requires.

"Those are unnecessary details anyway Bella" Alex dissuaded her.

"I want to hear it, nonetheless" Bella persisted. Alex's discouragement only fueled her curiosity.

"Very well" Alex sighed in concede. He, however, hesitated more than a few times and was reticent for a lengthy interim before answering her question, and when he finally did, he answered quite cautiously; choosing his words carefully as he spoke. "They are called by many names but troubled souls are what they really are. They are the walking dead Bella. As per folklore, it is said that these undead beings subsist their ghastly form of immortal existence by draining and consuming the life essences of the living."

"Life essences?" Bella inquired in a low voice. She already knew the answer to her own question but asked nonetheless.

"Blood in particular" Alex replied in a somewhat blasé voice, like he has seen these creatures firsthand and witnessed their activities himself but was completely indifferent to it.

Bella turned taciturn for she was completely absorbed and in deep contemplation. "Vampires?" She involuntarily queried in a hushed voice, though the answer was intuitively obvious.

"As a matter of definition, yes….but of course it's just a bunch of silly superstitions." Alex said in a comforting voice and with a reassuring smile.

"Tell me more." Bella said, curiously.

"I'm afraid it's all I know." Alex replied sheepishly, scratching the bridge of his nose.

"There is something he's not telling me." She thought but the young man's silvery voice and relatively goofy personality has somewhat sponged away the feeling of suspicion and anxiety, superseding them with an unclouded equanimity that she found particularly pleasant.

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(Bella's House)

Bella was in her room, sitting on her bed and was haunted by the strange things that occurred that day. The eldritch visions on her dream, the strange boy in the century old photo, the uncanny painting at Alex's house, along with the enigma of the latter who she felt was hiding something from her.

On her pondering, she inadvertently stumbled upon the book she bought from that bookstore at Port Angeles but never had the chance to read. She took it out from the bag and start flipping its pages. As she leaf through its contents, she saw some beautiful photos of carved, ancient masks, who was both captivating and menacing.

Then a particular picture caught her attention. It was a photo of bone-white mask with pitch black eyes and rows of needle like sharp teeth. The inscription bellow it says: 'The Cold One: Apotamkin'

Bella quickly went in to her desk and turned on her old computer. She hated using the internet there, her modem was sadly outdated and her free service was substandard that just dialing up took a toll on her patience. To make matters worse, her screen was filled with pop up ads the next moment she looked. She closed them all down and eventually found a promising sight.

It has simple white background and black text, quite academic looking, and with two quotes greeting her at the homepage:

'Throughout the whole vast shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both. –Reverend Montague Summers'

'If there is in this world a well-attested account, it is that of vampires. Nothing is lacking: official reports, affidavits of well-known people, of surgeons, of priests, of magistrates; the judicial proof is most complete. And with all that, who is there who believes in vampires?'

The rest of the sight was an alphabetized listing of all the different myths of vampires held throughout the world. She read carefully throughout the descriptions and saw the link on Apotamkin. She clicked it and several pictures began loading; Tapestries, engravings and paintings - all of which depicting the cold skinned Apotamkin devouring his victims.

It caught Bella's interest and she continued to click the links and read its content. The several words leap out in succession 'speed, strength, cold skin'; traits that Edward possesses, she speculated. Then she saw two other words that dumbstruck her; 'immortal' and finally 'blood drinker'

Suddenly the picture and the painting of the persons with uncanny resemblance to Naruto and Dr. Cullen flashed before her eyes, along with the chilling sensation of when she first touched Edward's cold skin. She also recalled the particular thing Alex mentioned to him earlier; "…undead beings subsist their ghastly form of immortal existence by draining and consuming the life essences of the living"

"It's…not…possible" She murmured to herself. Reeling back in to the computer in utter disbelief as the eerie pieces of the puzzle finally fell in to place rendering a spine-chilling conclusion.

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(Storm Residence – Library)

Alex was at the library, reading a rather large volume that was bound in slate covers of leather and copper that was etched with uncanny seals and runes, and with verdigris eaten clasps. As he enjoyed reading the strange tome a pair of predator like eyes watched surreptitiously behind the shadows.

"You might as well come out now" Alex said without gazing away from the pages of the volume.

"Troubled soul? Ghastly existence? Oh I'm deeply hurt." A velvety voice answered in a somewhat coquettish tone as he revealed himself. He was a tall man, standing at about six feet in height, and was inhumanly beautiful. He has blond hair that is not quite shoulder length, and that is rather curly, which sometimes, curiously appears white under fluorescent lighting. His eyes are gray, but they absorb the colors of blue or violet easily from surfaces around them. He has a short narrow nose, and a mouth that is well shaped, but has always been slightly large for his face. His mouth can look very mean or extremely generous, but always sensual. His face was constantly animated and beautiful, with skin that is deathly white and highly reflective, and glazed fingernails which gives the impression that their made of glass

"Well, that's what you get for eavesdropping Lestat" Alex said, smiling. He then closed the book, placing it back on the shelf.

"C'est la vie" Lestat replied, accompanied by a penetrating laugh.

"So very kind of you to pay me a visit" Alex greeted him in a manner like an old friend that he hasn't seen for a long time.

"It is always a pleasure to see you my lord" He then formally greeted Alex back, genuflecting with a vampiric grin on his face.

"There's no need for such unnecessary formalities my friend" Alex chuckled.

"Would you rather prefer if I address you by your real name?" Lestat said, teasing Alex with a crooked smile on his face.

"Alex will be fine" He casually replied.

"I must say, I find it surprising to know that a greater being of immense power is a little shy around girls…and so puerile, and ticklish…I like it" Lestat continued teasing as he gracefully glided ever so closer.

"I'm not perfect you know" Alex shrugged

"Just nigh-omnipotent?" Lestat said with a sensual but leery smile on his face.

"I trust that the power I vouchsafed served you well?" Alex inquired rhetorically, diverging from the topic.

"Yes. Better than sex as a matter of fact. Which reminds me…you know my offer still stands." Lestat said as he sensually ran his fore finger around Alex's chest.

"Offer? The way I see it, it's more like a wishful request" Alex chuckled.

"Hmm…admittedly I'm the one who's going to enjoy it the most but it would be a mutually beneficial deal." Lestat whispered softly, while his hand gently brushed the young man's face going down to his shoulder.

"And how is that?" Alex inquired in an ambiguous tone while giving the vampire an incredulous gaze.

"Well once you have been immersed in the art of making love then perhaps you wouldn't act like such a goof around your precious Bella." Lestat, who is now behind Alex, coquettishly posited while playfully nibbling on the young man's earlobes, making the latter's brow furrow.

"How generous of you but the short answer is no" Alex said sarcastically with a deadpan expression. "Dude. Seriously, stop that. You're making things weird"

"You won't regret it…I promise" Lestat persuaded sensually while lifting Alex's shirt just enough to expose the lower portion of his washboard abs and commencing to unbutton his trousers.

"Enough with these trivialities" Alex said in a calm but penetrating voice.

Lestat then suddenly found himself standing miles away from his previous position and in front of the Cullen's house which was a sizable and modern structure, located fairly deep in the forest.

"What just happened? Where am I?" Lestat mumbled, confounded by the strange nature of his transition.

"Somewhere interesting" Alex said in an eerie echoing voice, as he materialized himself from the shadows.

"We were in your library just moments ago. How did I get here?" Lestat queried with a cloud of bewilderment in his face.

"Distance is but an illusion amidst the dappled shadows of time and space." Alex replied, amused by the staggered expression on the vampires face.

"Hmm...I didn't caught any of that but an interesting trick, I must admit." Lestat said, regaining much of his confidence and composure. "I wonder how he learned it." He then thought to himself.

"I didn't learn it at all. It comes naturally to me…like other curious things." Alex replied, flashing a boyish smile.

"I should have known better and expect such cryptic answers from you." Lestat shrugged nonchalantly.

Alex just laughed, he then scooped a handful of soil from the ground with his open palm, molded it in to what looked like a fat worm with hollow eye sockets and a gaping maw.

"What is that?" Lestat inquired with an appalled facial expression and in a voice laced with disgust as he beheld the aesthetically abhorrent sculpture.

"It doesn't have a name yet." Alex retorted. A demonic grin then emanated from his face that foreboded and strangely aroused his companion. "Ah, yes….your name shall be Rlim Shaikorth"

"The people inhabiting this house are vampires." Lestat commented.

"Apparently, save for one. He is…different" Alex answered, he then turned his gaze to Lestat. "Are you afraid?" He teased the vampire but before the latter could utter any protest he once again spoke. "Don't be for we are absolutely imperceptible to the most of them. And though Naruto could subtly sense our presence he does not possess the power to even slightly harm an outer-god…and by extension nor can he harm you."

"Now what?" Lestat inquired in a somewhat exasperated and jaded tone.

"Now we'll give it life" Alex said in a voice that was like the soft luminescence of distant stars translated in to sound. The sculpture then floated away from his hand and was engulfed in an aura of fiery white energy and blinding iridescent light as it began to be animated and grew in to colossal size, with its body coiling around the Cullen's house.

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(Cullen's House)

It was a fairly quiet night and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Edward was in his room listening to some Debussy while the rest of the coven was watching Naruto and Jasper play chess downstairs.

Naruto's expression suddenly turned grave. "Someone's watching us" he said in a stern tone.

"No one is around, you're just being paranoid" Rosalie scoffed.

Carlisle was baffled, he too couldn't sense anyone either but he however knew that the shinobi has a much more acute and superior senses compared to the rest of them.

Suddenly the temperature lowered and a great coldness predominated. The strange cold was eldritch and preternatural in nature for even the vampires where affected by it. They began to weaken; their hands and ears ached as if their bones were being frozen solid as the utter chill smote sharply through their skin

"What's happening?" Jasper barely muttered with his numbing lips.

Soon they noticed a light shining beyond their window, it was pale and frigid as fire of ice, as if a belated moon has now risen above the forest. Though they knew the moon was at that time a thin crescent, declining with the eventide.

Naruto was then engulfed with a golden shroud of bright and warm Chakra that expanded like a shockwave, melting away the cold that sadistically tormented the rest of his family.

"Whoever did this better run!" He exclaimed as rippled patterns emerged from his now purple and faintly glowing eyes, and a swirling rasengan formed in his right hand.

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NA: Hey there folks!

I apologize for the time it took me to publish this chapter. My cousin has suggested that introducing another vampire from other literary works would leaven things up and make the story more interesting. Unfortunately I have to scrape my previous work and start over from scratch to do that.

Anyways, in this chapter the C'thulhu mythos element of the story becomes more profound, making it a little bit dark. Lestat from The Vampire Chronicles also made a cameo. Just to clear things up this was Lestat from the novels which is bisexual (again my cousin's idea). I'm still stumped if I would give him a bigger role on the upcoming chapters as it can make things a more convoluting than it already is.

Oh and yeah, there will be a lot of fight scenes and some Leah/Naruto moments on the next chapter.

I hope you enjoyed reading. Please let me know what you think and I always welcome any comments and suggestions from you awesome people to improve the story.

Cheerio :)