Chapter 7

A/N: I don't own Twilight.

I hope you like this chapter. I felt a little rushed with this but I think it turned out alright. Please let me know what you thought. Thanks so much for the reviews. You guys are as always Rock Stars.

SamPOV:

The days have been passing quickly and with each passing day more bad news seemed to find us. Four more girls have been taken in the past two weeks. The youngest four and the oldest ten. That makes seven so far and the pack and local police are on high alert. Everyone is on edge and it's only getting worse.

Carlos's vamp family from Puerto Rico has arrived and the help is welcomed. Fernando and his wife Serena are old friends of Esme and Carlisle. They brought their hybrid children Joaquin and Dayanara with them. The boy Joaquin was amazingly gifted. He's able to move objects with only a single thought. The pack has been completely fascinated with him. Meanwhile Carlisle has been speaking with Sofia daily trying to learn all about her heritage as a witch. She's been patient and willing to discuss her traditions with Carlisle, which scores points with Esme.

Raul has come home but has so far stayed away from Olivia. I know for a fact he watches her from afar. I've caught his scent outside of Sofia's house, particularly outside of Olivia's room. Olivia is being protected heavily. Sofia doesn't know the extent of her power but is afraid that if triggered too early a lot of damage could be done. According to Sofia a witch like them must grow and mature into her powers and abilities. She must reach eighteen to fully command her gift properly.

It's a rare quite night as I stretch out on the soft crème carpeted floor of my aging living room. The dark walls and the well worn furniture soothes my spinning mind. Sofia is cuddled close to me showing me her ancient spell book that has been passed down from mother to daughter for generations going far back all the way to her ancient Mayan heritage. The front and back cover of the books was made from hand carved obsidian that was smoothed and polished. The front is also embossed with archaic symbols from a long dead language that only a select few like Sofia still spoke. It's quiet remarkable looking. The book itself has pages that have been added to it over time. It's fascinating seeing all the types of paper used. The oldest pages yellow and brittle to the touch.

Sofia said the oldest pages were called codices which were made of an ancient paper called huun. These codices or codex for one were folding books filled with Mayan hieroglyphics. Over the years different spells and histories of each family were added. I watched as Sofia gingerly and lovingly turned each page. She described what each spell meant and who the spell was created by. There were so many different spells it was mind blowing. She had spells to do practically anything a person wanted. From love spells to evil hexes.

"This is amazing. Have you used any of these?" I asked curiously. "Only a few. Like I said, my gift isn't nearly as great as Olivia's. My sister doesn't have even the tiniest shred of power in her. The gift is only given to a chosen few in a family. My mother doesn't have it either but my grandmother is very powerful." Sofia says softly as she continues to inspect each page closely. She's looking for something but what I have no idea.

Suddenly her honey eyes light up and a satisfied smile plays on her full lips. "What is it?" I ask sitting up and looking over her shoulder. The page is yellowing and old but not nearly as old as the first pages of the book. The script is a small scrawling type with delicate feminine curls and swirls. It's written in Spanish from what I can make out of the faded words. "It's a protection spell. Something that will help us keep everyone safe." She says quietly as if saying those words out loud might cause a reaction from some unseen force.

"I don't know if I like the idea of you doing something that might backfire." I say a little protectively. "I understand but I know if I just try hard enough I can do this. I'll have to call my grandmother and have her send me some special items that I can't get here. I promise to be safe." Sofia says with a soft smile and reassuring voice. "Ok." I say hesitantly. I've already lost Emily. Losing Sofia would surely break me completely. I pull her close for a moment and kiss her soft lips.

She beams at me and then delicately closes the book after marking the pages she needs. She just as delicately slides the book into an aging black velvet lined silver box with intricate designs of various flowers and leaves. She removes the long silver chain she wears with a tiny key attached to it. She locks the box and makes sure it's secure. I watch her as she reverently lifts the box with her tiny hands and places it on my sturdy cherry wood coffee table. She strains a little because the weight of the obsidian and silver is quiet heavy.

"Mama." Olivia calls sleepily as she makes her way down the stairs. The two of them have been spending the weekends here with me. "Mamita you should be asleep now." Sofia says sweetly and goes and scoops up Olivia in her arms. Olivia leans her head against Sofia's shoulder and yawns. "I had a scary dream." Olivia pouts and her sparkling honey eyes go wide. "About what baby?" Sofia ask as she rocks her back and forth soothingly. Olivia looks up at Sofia with wide worried eyes. She leans closer and barely whispers "Wolf."

I tense up and Sofia flashes me a concerned look. I haven't told her about the imprint yet. It's Raul's responsibility but so far my grandson hasn't stepped up just yet. "What about the wolf?" Sofia asks as she takes a seat on the burgundy sofa. Olivia lifts her head and looks at me. The knowing in her small face is unnerving. "The giant boys are the wolfs." She says boldly. Sofia just looks stunned at her daughter. "I see them in the trees when I look for Sam's friend." Olivia says sadly. I can tell the imprint is pulling at her soul and she's so damn observant for a child. Sofia is right. She is special.

"What do you mean Sam's friend, honey?" Sofia asks and flashes me a questioning look. "The one with the sad eyes. He don't want to be my friend, but I see him." She whispers the last part as if she knew that he could hear her tiny melodic voice. I take a deep breath and I can smell Raul near. His distinct icy ginger scent heavy in the air. "I'll be right back." I say and stomp my way out the back door. I walk towards the woods and I can tell he's near.

"Phase now. I need to talk to you." I practically growl in my alpha timber. He needs to grow up and stop acting like the world is against him. The thick bushes rustle and shake as Raul phases and gets dressed. He walks out angrily from the thick brush. I can see the fire in his eyes. So much like his father that it makes my heart so heavy. "This is none of your business Pops." Raul growls. "I care a lot about both of them and this affects them. So this is my business. I love you son but you need to step up and do right by your imprint. She needs you." I say sternly.

"What's wrong? Is she ok?" Raul asks desperately. "She's fine for now. She's starting to have bad dreams and I can tell the imprint is effecting her negatively. She's not quite whole anymore." I say as I cross my arms over my chest. He looks agitated and I can see that he's not quite himself either. Hid dark chocolate eyes are red rimmed and heavily bagged. His face is drawn and he lost some weight. It was as if he was going through drug withdrawals. "You need to get it together. Olivia needs you. More now than ever. That sick fuck is after her. She needs you." I say trying to talk some sense into him.

"She deserves better than me. I'm damaged goods. I always have been. R.J is the good one." He says through gritted teeth. He looks away and I can see how much hurt he's been carrying around since he was a small child. It nearly crushed him when he realized that Elijah wasn't his real father and that Rafe was killed defending his mother. He hasn't been the same since. He's always so dark and brooding while R.J has always been lighthearted and sociable.

"Come on in. I think it's time you told Sofia about the imprint and spent some time with Olivia." I say and grabbing my grandson by his shoulders. I pull him into a tight hug wanting to take some of that darkness away. His shoulders relax and he lets out a heavy sigh. "What if I can't be what she needs?" He chokes out as he grips me harder. "That's what the imprint is for. You'll always be what she needs or fate wouldn't have given you to her." I say pulling away and patting him on the back reassuringly.

He wipes away a few rouge tears and nods his head as if he's trying to convince himself that this is the right thing to do. We walk at a human pace back to my house in silence. He's deep in thought and I know he's worried of what Sofia might say. I have a feeling that she'll be just fine with having Raul be Olivia's personal protector.

UknownPOV:

It's gray and dreary as always. The smell of damp earth and mold is suffocating. Only the sweet smell of sugar and spice and everything nice is the only comfort for the dark and looming figure that is calmly watching the moon make it's slow approach in the dusky twilight sky. This was the right time. The right moment for the plan to succeed. He had been waiting for so long for the one that would be powerful enough.

That exquisite cherubic child with eyes the color of honey and untamed silky ebony curls would be his greatest acquisition. The last piece to his collection of beautiful baubles. Mmm...those darling sweet angles. So pure and untouched, well at least until the twisted monster had his way with them. For now they would remain untainted. He needed their innocents to complete his life's work. The witch would be the mortal world's undoing. Her gift would give him the power to bring humankind to it's knees. The loathsome creature's plan for a new garden of Eden, one where the vampires would rule with absolute authority and the abhorrent human race would be reduced to food for the gods.

All of his demonic hopes and dreams where centered on one beautiful little girl. She, if used properly could bring to fruition the agenda that took centuries of planing and waiting. The only roadblock to Melchior's dream was that pack of detestable mongrels, those pathetic excuses of vampires, and their half breed bastards. Melchior had his plans and those that were against him would meet an untimely demise and those that would stand with him would be made gods.

A/N: Please Review. Next up Raul and Olivia bond. Sam and Sofia finally take the next step.