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Jasican's Point of View

Over the next few weeks, things around the palace thankfully remained quiet. The seven remaining Cullens seemed to be doing a bit better after losing another family member, and Alice was unable to see any Volturi activity that would lead them back here anytime soon, which left most with a sigh of relief. While she and a few others appeared to be in good spirits, I knew the pain of two losses rang within their hearts, and I wouldn't be surprised if at least one or more yearned for revenge, as much as they've been taught to control themselves.

Jacob didn't take the news of Jasper's passing too well, and there were a few days where he would sit in silence, immersed in thought. I knew he probably wouldn't admit it openly, especially after Reneesme, and his history with the Cullens, but he truly loved them like a second family. And both deaths have hacked away at his heart, in addition to losing his actual family and friends from his former tribe, and the recent development of his mother still alive after nearly fifteen years of estrangement, and finding out his own father lied to him about his mother, I'm surprised he's still sane. I knew he was a strong person, but like myself, I'm wondering when his own breaking point will be reached.

Sarah's attempts to reach Jacob in that retrospect have been less than successful. I could tell she was trying her best to connect with him and restore their mother-son bond, but Jacob had spent a lot of time with the Cullens, even now seeking them out for some of his emotional support as the rest of the coven, the ones who haven't left yet, recover from their losses. And with no leader, there really wasn't an official way for us to liaison with the shifters. I attempted to continue talking to Sarah and show my willingness to keep an open dialogue between vampires and shifters, but she told me there wasn't too much more she could do here now that she knew Jacob was safe. Having fulfilled her purpose here, Sarah set off about a few days after her initial arrival to head back to her tribe, but not without a somewhat playful warning that she would be back.

As Jacob was keeping company with the Cullens, I took the opportunity during the days to begin my training, to further hone my skills. Since no one else really had anything to do, Zoe and Bill were more than willing to help me with my training. As I had taken karate lessons over ten years ago, and only then for a year and a half tops, so I didn't hold myself in high regards for that particular aspect. I found learning to adapt to my new body relatively easier than I thought, though. My muscles still held the old reflexes from my former classes, and with my newfound energy and speed, I surprised myself on how well I was able to fight. Combining what I had learned from Bill and Zoe with what I learned before, in addition to utilizing the environment around me, I had found the body training was the easiest part. I had remembered that Bill mentioned he was former CIA, so fighting for him must have been a cinch, but I was curious about Zoe. Although she was a vampire, her natural facial features suggest unless otherwise, she wouldn't harm a fly.

I occasionally met with the other four vampires from the rescue mission: Lydia, Brett, Ty, and Micah, the latter three whom were about as adamant about having me lead the coven as Zoe was. I quickly rebutted them, again citing that I'm far too wild to even consider taking such a responsibly. I was grateful though that Micah had sent Raymond to what was considered to be a "vampire-proof" room in the palace, and placed under guard, so that my mind would have time to relax, as at the time, I had Raymond under a mental hold for about a week and a half, and it really was mentally stressing. For the time being, thankfully, I didn't have to much conversation time with many of the other vampires. What time wasn't spent training with Bill and Zoe, was spent with Jacob, during the times he wasn't with the Cullens, and thankfully, as the weeks progressed, his emotional dependency on them lessened congruent with their mourning period. For the time spent together, it was mostly just the company of one another that prevailed our current desires, but for the others, we were able to make use of the time with whatever bonding events we were able to make use of.

It was about mid-day Zoe, Bill, and I chose to use the forest to conclude my conditioning as a vampire. Although I reluctantly agreed, Bill said that it would still take time to fully train my body in order to achieve the control over it I desired. As a newborn, still possessing my own human blood (and Jacob's, but nobody needed to know that), I would naturally lack the natural grace of a more mature vampire, and that it would take time for my body to fully adjust to my new form. My powers, on the other hand, have thankfully tapered off, and there would be entire days devoted to training my mind to control those powers. Zoe had volunteered for for the majority of my tests, and during the first few days of practice, while I was able to control one aspect of my mental powers, others would tend to spiral out of control when I tested them.

The first power I was able to master quickly was, incidentally enough, the first one I had unknowingly used at the time: while not a full version of telepathy, I was able to send messages to other people I concentrated on, but not receive them, like Edward and Aro can accomplish, and if focused hard enough, can cause the thought to be compelling enough to follow. I found this would be useful if I needed to reach someone if we didn't already have a means of communication, and that I was able to stretch my mind out to touch people remotely that I may want to send messages to. The second power gained proficiency in was the latest power I used, the one on Raymond, where I was able to enter a person's mind through touch and access their memories. This one was an odd power, as whenever I accessed memories, my voice would change to whomever else was speaking in the memory, and together, with the person I'm "melding" with (I had to find another term for this, I'll be damned if get called a Vulcan vampire for this), we would speak out the entire dialogue of that memory, completely involuntary. I figured I'd have use for this if I had to interrogate someone, especially if someone on the outside could identify the voice I'm now adopting. The last power I currently knew of, the one I feared the most, easily took the most time to even control: my ability to mentally dominate someone. I had found that my emotions played an important role in just beginning to unlock my powers.

The first three times I used this power, it was completely based off of instinct and the heighten emotion I was feeling at the time, mainly my sense of protection over Jacob the first two times, feeling he was in danger, and the third time, after Godric was killed, my anger and rage. Other than that, I had trouble experiencing this power without having to succumb to the latter emotions. I struggled hard to remember my fourth time using my domination, against Sam and his shifter pack, and what emotions specifically I was feeling at the time. Not to mention how I was able to command only portions of another's mind at my choice, such as in Sam's case, inhibiting all function except his voice, and my brief moment when I had placed a mental holder, so-to-speak, onto Raymond after his betrayal and subsequent incarceration. Often times, my frustration would often fuel anger within me and I would end up dominating Zoe and my own instinct would replace hers, leading to violent actions that Bill had to help me stop. Both were trying their hardest to help me, but regularly had to calm me down. I knew both still had hopes for me, but even trying to work one thing at a time proved difficult for me.

Eventually, Bill had conceived the idea to use one of my existing powers to provide me with a back door into a person's mind. He figured if I was already able to touch upon a person mentally and was able to telepathically sent them thoughts, why not use that to push further and encompass the mind. After a few attempts, as I sent Zoe out mental thoughts, concentrating on that connection to her mind, I was able to slowly take portions of her mind at a time and after a time, envelope her mind completely. This prompted the largest progress gain in my mental training, but I was still far from full proficiency, as with the back door method, it took a greater amount of time, and just using emotion prompted a much quicker and efficient domination, but at the expense of my lack of mental control, I found most of my commands were severely limited and tend to be more reactionary.

We finally arrived at our normal forest training spot in a rounded clearing a few miles from the palace. I had a fleeting thought in the back of my head, but it didn't intensify until we were about to reach the clearing. If there was to be any more training this last day, it would be minimum, and Zoe and Bill would want to do more talking. After about a thirty minute review of everything I learned, everyone stopped and the moment I dreaded came to fruition.

"Jasican?" Zoe said.

"Yes?" I asked cautiously.

"Listen," she began. "I know you said that you wouldn't lead the coven, and I'm sure your mind hasn't changed much in the last few weeks, but we've been talking to the other guys and we've all decided, even Lydia," she noted with my skeptic face emerging, "that we would gather the coven, try again for the Denali Coven, and vote on our new leader."

I couldn't help but laugh, "And what makes you think that they're going to choose me? I know we've spent a lot of time together, so I know you haven't been secretly convincing the rest of the coven to vote for me in some vampire election."

"But we have talked to them," Bill replied, "and most are willing to follow you if you show you are willing to make the effort to continue this coven."

I gave them both a look and said scornfully, "You two had better not have been training me this whole time as a hope that you would raise me to be your new leader, cause I would be super pissed off."

"Look, we've put in our time and effort to properly prepare you in case we need to fight again," Zoe started.

"That still doesn't mean-."

"Listen!" Bill shot out, "your argument for not leading us was because you were an unexperienced vampire, too out of control, and 'a bomb waiting to go off at any moment.' I would like to think that this entire time, spending day after day trying to get you to control yourself, that you would at least look at the possibility again."

I gave a frustrated sigh. These vampires were persistent, if not completely stubborn. Why couldn't they see that I was not meant to be their leader? "What if I fuck up?" I asked. "What if I make decisions that could end up making our situation worse, killing us all, and bringing humans down in the process? At least I know Lydia can keep things realistic, but you guys are giving me way too much credit and are holding too much optimism in me."

"With your strength and abilities, you would be an effective threat against the Volturi," Zoe said. "You have over two millennia worth of power running through your veins, you are a child of Godric, and you have the ability to command anyone at your will. You were almost born to do this!"

"Except I wasn't!" I shouted. "Before I was turned, I was a fucking meat cutter who happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when those freaks decided to kidnap, torture, and almost kill me. Do you honestly think that Godric would have known anything about me before he turned me? I hate to mirror Lydia's sentiment, but even I highly doubt he created me with such an intent as to lead, let alone a weapon against the Volturi."

"But-."

"ENOUGH!" I blasted out. "Listen, I appreciate everything you two have done for me, but don't you dare use this as a form of blackmail to coerce me into becoming your leader, because it's not going to work. I may have a bit more control under my belt, but if you want my opinion, it's not even close to being enough. I'm sure there are older vampires out there who would be more qualified to lead this coven to a successful revelation and the defeat of the Volturi, but it isn't going to be me. Godric had years and a vision; who am I to claim I can continue just as well?"

All I got in response was two very intense looks from Bill and Zoe. "Have your election, but it's won't make a difference. You'll be digging your own graves," and without another word, I turned and went back into the forest, speeding towards the palace after a moment of normal walking. I stopped about midway through when I caught a familiar scent. I turned around to see Sarah, dressed in a simple beige tunic and her hair tied in a braid, wearing a slight smile.

"I was wondering when I would see you again, Sarah," I greeted her.

"Yes, well, I was on my way back here when I happen to hear your voice clear across the mountain," Sarah replied, "so I decided to let my guard go on ahead and I would do a little investigating."

With narrowed eyes, I replied, "I see," while turning around and walking towards the palace at human speed, motioning her to follow me. "And what have you eavesdropped on this time?"

"Now, now," she brought out a false tone of pain, "any more of that and you may turn me into a spy."

"Well, who's to say that you are not, but it is no consequence to me, regardless," I said. "We are still a broken coven without a leader, and I doubt even your tribe would want to waste time on a bunch of mourning vampires without a clue as to their own future."

"Ah, but quite the contrary," Sarah's tone brightened, "that's exactly why I'm here. I relayed to the Chimakun Elders everything I learned while I was here, including some of the pieces you had unknowingly handed to me by means of 'eavesdropping', and together, we came up with a startling conclusion. One so outrageous, it took some time for us to understand the gravity of this situation."

"And that is?"

"That this coven's purpose is to reveal your existence to the humans," Sarah stopped and stared at me, her own eyes growing intense. "I had my suspicions about why a group would go so far as to defy their leaders, but to resort to this?!"

"The Volturi aren't our leaders," I shot in before she could say anything else. "They fashion themselves as the leaders of the vampire world simply because they are the oldest and most powerful of our kind, and they have effectively wiped out anyone else who had attempted to get in their way. They have no established law and there was never a consensus on the legitimacy of their rule."

"But to even think of exposing yourselves to human-."

"Was Godric's dream," I cut in. "He had spent hundreds of years trying to figure out a way to effectively dethrone the Volturi and eventually, he figured after a couple thousand years, he was tired of hiding himself from humans." Through Zoe and someone of the other members of the coven, I was able to get a brief history of Godric. "Think about it, the possible millions of vampires no longer having to hide themselves from humans. With the adoption of our animal diet, we can teach vampires to peacefully coexist with humans."

"You can't honestly think this will work," Sarah's voice grew scornful.

"You're right, I don't," I admitted. "We've got nothing to work with right now and our coven is stagnant." I started walking again. "We can't even find a replacement leader, much less find the will to continue."

"And if you do?"

"Well," I began, "I'm not sure. Godric had time and secrecy on his side, but we were betrayed, and the Volturi now know of our goals. They're not going to let us go so easily, and I'm willing to bet they're just waiting for the right moment to strike again."

"What made them leave last time?"

I grew uneasy at this question, "Uhh, it was because of me."

"You?"

"Yes, I had driven the Volturi away myself."

This time, Sarah laughed out loud, "How in hell did you-"

I focused my mind on her and sent out, I have certain abilities that allow me to perform certain actions regarding the mind of another.

Sarah stopped dead and looked at me. I just simply smiled and she said in a quiet voice, "What did you do?"

"Since I was turned, nearly a month ago, I found I possessed powers that essentially allow me to communicate my thoughts with others, see their memories, and effectively dominate the mind of another, and I have slowly been training myself to gain control of these powers. But the use of the last one, with as much revenge and anger coursing through my body after watching my maker, Godric, killed right before my eyes, turned me into an effective weapon against the Volturi, even having their leader in my grasp. I killed many vampires that day."

Sarah was now left speechless. I didn't have to ask, but I knew I just now showed her how much greater of a threat I truly was than she had anticipated. "Know this, that these abilities never came into play while I was with your son. Jacob's Imprint had left me with the choice of leaving him or not, and I've had no desire to. I've never asked him to do anything that I knew would have caused him harm or otherwise. Believe me when I say we've tried to normalize our relationship as much as we could, but under our circumstances, it's proven to be very difficult. I've repeatedly express me own discontent to him, how I thought I was dangerous to both him and the people around me, but he's as stubborn as ever, and believes that my sanity will prevail, and that I will grow to be great vampire."

"Hmm," her voice sounded undaunted by my words. "that remains to be seen. I know you tried to form a connection with me before my departure, but none of that included your revelation and the emergence of your powers. I'm not sure what I can do at this point, but the Elders have ordered me to keep an eye on you, to make sure that you don't do anything that would put humans in harm's way, but my own personal interpretation is that your revelation will pose a great danger to humans, and when that time comes-."

"You'll kill us all, I know," I replied. "I'm hoping it doesn't come to that. I would wish for peaceful coexistence for all of our species, not just between vampires and humans, or vampires and shifters."

"You wish for a lot of things, Jasican," Sarah began walking again, "but is it you who is going to make it happen, or someone else?"

"Now you sound like someone of my compatriots," I responded, "they seemed to think that I am capable of leading the coven."

"And are you?"

"Do I even need to answer?" I asked sarcastically. "I'm flattered they think I can do it, but I can't believe I'm a good alternative to Godric. I'm sure if he was still alive, he would have had a much better time convincing you that our goals are just and that he would have planned the best way to carry out the revelation."

"I'm sure," Sarah's condescending tone matched mine, "but he's not, and I now must decide how I'm going to act should you either wish to continue as you are, or if by some chance, you do end up becoming the leader. You are dangerous either way."

"Yeah, can't argue with that," I agreed. "We're just taking it one step at a time, as is Jacob. He may be dealing with a lot, but I'm sure eventually he'll open up, just as I'm hoping you'll open up to us, and the coven will open up to you."

"Ha, you are ambitious," Sarah said. "We'll see how our realities play out."