Hey guys!! Sorry about the wait, but I just had to move from my college dorm room back home, and I'm finally settled back in, so I can get back to writing!!!

There weren't really any questions, but for simplicity's sake, (and because I'm lazy) I just want to clear up one thing right now. The Cullens are in Seattle, and they are still under the impression that the werewolves are turning on them, so they are trying to figure out how to defend themselves without their watchdogs, lol. Obviously they are worried about Rainy, but they accept the fact that there's no way for them to help her until she asks for it.

Okay, I'll stop annoying you now, on to the story!!

Disclaimer in chapter one!!

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p.s. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is a real book, and obviously not mine, lol.

Old Allies

(Rainy's PoV)

I was still freezing. I wondered why that was. The wolves were always so warm, what gives? I was still facing Sam Uley, one of the scariest people I could imagine.

"Do you accept this challenge?" He asked, irritatingly calmly. I grimaced.

"Let me get this straight. I fight this thing off, and you leave my family, including the pack, alone? You let the treaty stand as is, and accept that werewolves and vampires can be friends- forever?" I clarified.

He nodded once serenely. "That is the deal. As long as your family does not endanger humans, we will allow the pack to live in harmony with them, for as long as either survives. We are in accord?" He asked, extending a hand.

I shuddered. This was really the only option, right? I mean, what else was I going to do? This was protecting my family, my friends, and who could even tell how many others? This evil needed to be defeated, and I was the only one who would stand a chance, I was one of a kind…

Something hit me hard then. I was not one of a kind. I was two of a kind, we were two of a kind. I vaguely remembered a boy, dark hair and dark eyes, a lilting voice that spoke with an unfamiliar accent.

I remembered how he saved me- saved us all- when Alice tracked him down fifteen years ago. He must be the same thing I was- a tutore, a guardian… I wasn't completely alone. But how did I find him? How did I ask him if he would join such a suicidal mission?

My voice shook when I spoke next. "Can you help me find someone?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the ground while I waited for his answer.

"Perhaps. But only if you personally know the one you are trying to find." He said. I nodded in understanding. Taking his still-extended hand, I shook it, but then held on, concentrating on the man I hardly remembered, my one hope for survival.

I got colder, somehow, and squeezed my eyes shut, getting dizzy from the blurring colors. It felt like floating, but not like being under the influence of alcohol. It was in no way pleasant, it was confusing and scary and isolated. This must be what the spirit warriors felt like disconnected from their physical bodies.

Breathing a sigh of relief when I felt my feet hit the ground, I let my eyes open again. It seemed I was back in a rainforest, but not the same one I had left. Sam nodded once, and disappeared, before I even had a chance to thank him.

Still shaking, I couldn't make myself move. He must be here somewhere. Nahuel, the only other person in the world like me. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in years. He had visited a few times when I was very young, but he and Jake always managed to get into a fight, and he had stopped coming.

From the darkness of the thick trees I heard a slight sound. It was much quieter than an animal, let alone a human. It must be supernatural. I instinctually dropped into a crouch, reaching with my mind for the Power that always seemed to be at my fingertips now.

The scent was not offensive, but somehow familiar- like I should know it anywhere. It smelled like the large redwood trees, tropical fruit, and ancient civilizations all rolled into one. I straightened slowly. "Nahuel?" I asked cautiously.

Suddenly he was before me, my quick vision not quick enough to see his blurred movements. "Renesmee Cullen? Well it sure has been a while." He said quietly, keeping a good distance between us.

I nodded. "I'm glad you remember me." I muttered. He chuckled, the sound like music- he seemed too familiar, I had to attribute it to the fact that we were essentially the same.

"Of course, you are the only other one of our kind, it would be impossible to forget you." He said, still amused. "How did you find me?"

I shrugged. "I came to ask you for help, beg for it if need be." I said, also trying to sound humored. My outlook on this situation was getting better every moment. I couldn't believe I had forgotten that I was not completely alone.

He took a few steps toward me, his posture relaxing, as mine had. "Beg? I hardly think that should be necessary. I will, of course, help you in any way that I can." He said with an easy smile.

"Don't say that just yet. I haven't explained the situation yet, and I don't like making people feel obligated to become suicidal." I said with a snicker. One of his dark eyebrows quirked at an inquisitive angle.

"So it's that kind of help." He said, the smile never leaving his face. "Well we all die sometime… at least, that's how it's supposed to be. How do I help?"

I let the Power flow through my hands, the sky darkened, and the tangible vision filled the clearing we were standing in. I showed him the day in the Colony House, learning about what we really were, how when I killed Chase I absorbed his power, and how the shadow had been haunting my dreams.

Then I skipped to Sam's explanation, to what our mission would be if he chose to help me. Slowly I let the Power drain away, afraid that I had showed him too much, that he would run for the hills, literally.

He stood stock-still, as I felt my eyes return to their normal dark brown. "Nahuel?" I asked hesitantly, after a minute had passed.

He shook his head, as though to clear it. "That's… quite something. I stand by what I said earlier, I will help you Renesmee. But I don't know that it will be enough." He said, the humor gone from his voice, his true age visible only in his dark eyes.

I took a deep breath. "I know, but it's all I've got." I mumbled, the chilling fear creeping back into my body.

I felt his eyes on my face, though I did not look up from the mossy ground. His fingers wrapped around my chin, pulling my face up so our eyes connected. Slowly he shook his head.

"You think you are so much more alone than you are. Do not forget those that love you, you are only condemning yourself. I think it is time we return to New England." He said, his words as serious as his eyes.

The chill got even colder, as it wrapped around my heart. I would not pull them into this, I couldn't- I couldn't put them in such a direct path between me and my enemies. They were not strong enough, and I could not be responsible for anything happening to them.

He could see my opposition to his words in my face. "You are young, and strong, and brave- but I know more about life than you can imagine. You will be just as responsible for their pain if you shut them out- we need them, they need you."

I couldn't deny that what he was saying was true. Reluctantly I nodded, and surrendered to his wisdom. Above all, I needed to see them all, needed to explain to Tyler- needed to feel Reid's arms around me at least once more.

"Okay. You're right. Let's go." I said softly.

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