Summary: She never had the intention of being reborn nor had she ever intended to be born in a world of sparkling vampires. Of course, as fate would have it, she would never be able to avoid them either, she supposed if the universe wanted her here, might as well have fun.
Drabbles/encounters with twilight characters, + other supernatural beings. Pairings undecided
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight
A/n: I love the fact this was originally a collection of drabbles yet as each chapter progressed they just got longer, oops!
Side Note: I didn't even realize that the way I wrote it, Lillian and Marcus was seemingly the intended ship hahaha, we shall see.
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Garrett found himself in a cheery mood.
Walking down the damp streets of Boston, large grin yet flirtatious look plastered on his face winking at every woman he passed, he almost felt like whistling. He entered an antique shop, finding a few trinkets before grabbing them and paying, in cash of course. The smile never once leaving his face.
"A little something for a pretty lady?" The cashier, an older looking man with tufts of grey on his head and warm knowing smile asked, handing him the wrapped up goods in a bag.
Garrett nodded, "Aha, you got me there it's my Lilly-flowers birthday, thought I'd get her something special," he responded taking the change he was handed back, about a hundred or so and plopping it in the tip jar with a smile.
"I see, I'm sure your flower will love them." And with that Garrett left the small shop in an even brighter mood than before.
After settling down in the hotel room he had paid for a few days prior, the vampire took out the items he'd purchase, careful not to snap them under his strength. He knew it would be a while until she'd get them, these were things he'd want to give her in person, besides she was off galavanting in Europe with some human boy. His mood soured slightly, recalling the last talk he had with her, about a month earlier.
"So Lilly flower, your eighteenth birthday is coming up and we've got to celebrate it somehow. How 'bout I take you for some drinks or maybe a -"
Laughter interrupted him from over the phone, "Gar, you know the legal drinking age is 21, not 18 right? Besides I won't be in Forks for a while so we'll have to do a rain check on any plans if that's okay?"
"Oh, your family visiting California again? If that's the case I can-"
"No like I'll be out of America in Europe for the summer it's, uh, call it a graduation gift to myself and my friend."
"Friend? Like Blue Bell? That's nice of you-"
"Ah, actually it's Royal. Since he's always wanted to go sightseeing and what have you. So I'll be gone till possibly November."
"...Royal, the boy. And you're going to be alone with him? For almost six months? I don't know what your thinking, but that sounds like a terrible idea. He's a human, mortal, no magic nothing. And you want to go to Europe, a place you've never gone with the equivalent to a dog? What are you thinking-?"
"Garrett, don't insult my friend, and yes I'm going on vacation with a boy, and yea he doesn't know about magic or anything like that but how's it any different than with my parents? Garrett, you're being a f*cking idiot."
"I'm only trying to keep you safe and going with some human boy is not the way-"
"Whatever, I've got to go, perhaps I'll talk to you later when you've stopped being a jerk, jack ass."
"Lilly flower! Lillian don't you dare hang up on me I swear to-"
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So perhaps Garrett had messed up.
Looking back he could've handled things differently he hadn't meant to offend her, he was just, well being protective of her. She was human, one of maybe a couple he'd ever shared any emotional relationship capacity with. And she was a female, not like that automatically made her weak or fragile, but it made it harder for him to keep her safe.
He knew Lillian wasn't stupid when it came to his kind, they shouldn't be trusted around humans. Even the Cullen doctor still had to be wary when it came to being revealed and his family, risking so much to attend school for what? They put the humans, even more at risk, endangering them all by feasting on animal blood, making them trapped in a constant state of hunger, even if it seemed nothing more then an itch.
And for himself? When he first met his flower, he had been hunting her, he was going to eat her, devour her, and kill her.
That idea, that pathway made him sick just thinking about it. But at the time, she had been like every other meal, human and delicious smelling. After the rather 'explosive' meeting Garrett found himself coming back again and again. First stalking, then openly being with her, and for a few weeks, he had stayed in her house (her closet to be specific). In that time, he found himself enjoying her company, be it when she practiced magic, watched tv, drew her pictures, or even while she slept, himself wrapping his body around her protectively from anything that could go bump in the night especially in her sleeping state.
He knew their relationship wasn't one of the mates or true loves (the latter of which he thought of as just a fairytale), but that didn't some the feelings to grow. She was young, far too young for himself, but vampires never aged and for them, humans were mere hours to their lifespan. Garrett told himself he could wait, that he would be there for her, watch over, and protect her even if she thought it a silly notion.
Lillian didn't hold feeling for him, none romantically he knew that much. To her, he was like her brother, a sibling if anything. 'Friend zone' as people would call it but that couldn't wouldn't change his mind or heart. Was it love? He didn't know, but it was something he didn't use to, something new and strange he was still grasping. When he had brought it up to Randall, his fellow nomad only shook his head telling him it was for him to find out and discover on his own.
Garnett remembered once, during his stay (which her parents never knew of never even meeting him as of yet) they had somehow fallen upon the discussion of mates and vampire love. She was curious about his world like he hers, and though he shouldn't have said anything he did, explaining it in depth to her, though remained silent on the matter of true-loves as they were fictional in his mind.
It was then when his Lilly had told him about one of the Denali's succubuses, that he may be one of their mates. The revelation shocked and scared him, and that night he had fled far from the Brandon house running towards Canada. He had run all night and day until he made it to Alaska, near the outskirts of the Denali property.
A part of him knew why he was there, the curiosity and hope overpowering him at the moment. There, he stayed with the Denali's for a few days catching up and trying his best to cope with Lilly's words. Deep down, he wanted it to be true, that he had found his mate, that the blonde beauty Kate was his other half, the completion of his soul, yet he also feared it would mean if she was. That his feelings for his flower were false, that they weren't real and that tore at him.
When Garett spent time with the vampire and her sisters he found himself pulled towards them, but not in the way he had imagined. Yes, he was attracted to Kate, in fact, all three of the sisters were stunning, but he found himself not even wanting to be mated.
In the end, Garett left, leaving a confused vampire coven, and an understanding of Kate, or at least seemingly so. After he had wandered around for a few days, he once again found himself inside Lilly's room, who was exactly where he left her, sitting on her bed trying to bend a glass of water. And for the following years, Garett always found himself returning to her, some times with friends and or sometimes alone, but no matter she always accepted him with open arms.
He shook his head consoling his feelings, walking out onto the hotel's balcony, the summer air hitting his skin warming him up as the sun had almost entirely set. It was twilight, the perfect time for vampires. Catching the smell something sweet carrying through the air, Garrett only laughed. Although he had grown soft, and doted upon a human, even if a witch, Garett was still a vampire to his core.
While she never asked what he ate, both knew it.
It was an unspoken fact that made it easier for Garrett to eat whatever and whenever he wished. For the first few meals after he had gotten closer to Lilly, he almost broke down but each time he came back from hunting, she would just smile and act as if nothing was wrong, not like there was, of course, it was his nature.
Shaking his thoughts and memories away, Garett chuckled before leaping off the balcony chasing after the smell of dinner. Lillian never seemed to care for what or who he ate, why should he have to change it just because he had a human flower? Besides, he knew with time she too may partake in his way of life as Garett never really liked wilted flowers.
Randall had spent years on his own.
Yet now, traveling around America with Mary, he had no idea how he did it. While they were not mates, a sad realization when they first met, they were still soul-siblings.
Soul siblings were rare, but far more common then mates or the concept of 'true loves' (an idea that Randall and many others thought was bull fucking shit, a mere way to excuse sleeping around, especially with those who had mates). Generally, soul-siblings were similar to mates, in the sense that you felt a strong connection to one another yet it was certainly not romantic or sexual. While mates, of course, was like your other half, a partnership of romance and sex, though he never had a mate and to be frank never desired to search or find one, Randall knew once you mated, you were together until you left this plane of life.
He was good with where he was in life, he didn't need a mate, he had Mary, his sister. For that, he did have to thank the little witchling, Lillian Brandon. At first, he thought her crazy and that Garett had somehow just become so infatuated with the human that he believed her claims no matter how bizarre or strange they were.
It was only when she had begun floating an array of objects around her room, that he finally starting believing the girl. A little more magical coaxing was all it took to convince him that she was, in fact, a true and real witch, a supernatural being he believed had all died out or their bloodlines too muddled. Yet there she was, in the arms of Garett, learning and practicing magic as if it was normal.
For centuries, Randall had gone without coming across a single witch or warlock. Many of his kind thought them to be myths, but he knew the truth, how could he not when he too was once one. Of course, it changed when he was turned, magic leaving him, turning it's back on what he had become leaving him with nothing of his former life.
In truth, he had grown bitter to it, magic and all of that. It wasn't right, the way it decided to give up on him, curse him out, and make everything his family had taught him, t the traditions he was meant to pass on to his descendants become all for naught. And for what? Because magic got it's feeling hurt when he was forcibly turned into a blood-drinking creature?
"Odd time to reminiscent isn't it Randall?"
Cutting off his thoughts, he turned towards his soul-sibling giving a wide grin, mouth foaming with venom as he playfully hissed at her, yanking his prey to the ground with minimal force, he doesn't doubt the sound ringing in the air was that of newfound broken bones. "Come now Mary, live a little, actually, that might be a bit hard given our circumstances. So instead pretend to be human...No, that's just insulting perhaps-"
Mary only shook her head at his behavior before ripping into her woman's neck, letting the blood spray onto the pavement, "You will kill your meal by all your talking, shut up alright!"
He only let out a laugh before he too devoured his prey, drinking the thing's blood in a matter of minutes before dropping it to the ground, awaiting his sibling to finish. When she had finally had her fill, having a much cleaner meal then himself, not a speck of blood on her clothing while he appeared a bit less, polished, the two got rid of the remains before heading toward one of the bars by the water, "You know what makes a meal go down easier? A drink, come I'll show you the best bar in the state."
"Randall, I may love you, but you have a problem. How you can drink alcohol, the world would never know," Mary huffed humorously as he leads the way to the place, "You claim alcohol goes well with everything."
He nodded, opening the door for her, "Oh it does, one of the few things we can actually feel I'll have you know. Burns like venom and it's perfect for all times of the day, in the morning, for lunch, a midday snack, a little before dinner, a little after, and for dessert-"
"I'm serious Randall, I will take my fist and shove it so far down your throat that not even all the blood in the world will heal the hole, got it?" He closed his mouth after that, though amusement danced behind his eyes. Both of them knew that while Mary was a powerful nomad, he was far older and experienced. He could kill her five different ways and incapacitate her in another nine, but then again it was all for laughs anyhow.
While the two got their drinks, or in Mary's case got a drink just for Randall to quickly down as to not be suspicious, they fell into another one of their talks, gossiping like pixies about this and that when somehow their conversation turned towards their only human acquaintance.
"So hows Garrett taking not being able to see his little ''paramour'," began Mary, tracing her whiskey glass with her fingertips idly, "Anyone will tell you that he truly seems smitten by the witch."
Randall only nodded, downing another glass, "It will be the end of him, should something happen to her, it would be a shame indeed."
Mary raised a brow, "Why Randall, you sound so averse to their relationship, are you jealous perhaps?" She asked jokingly as both vampires laughed knowing full well their opinions on the girl and their friend.
"Don't act as if you share much love for the witch either," she shrugged agreeing, "I admit, I do not care if Lillian lives or die, it would be fun if she became a vampire, but if she does not it is of no loss on my end. Garrett, for all he's worth, would try to kill me for saying that, he's too way close to her."
"You're right, he is making a mistake. She may be a witch, but a human she remains. And how they aren't even mates, nothing good will come from him staying with her. She's fun I'll give her that much, fascinating to meet a real witch, though I agree, he shouldn't get too close, not with the Volturi supposedly interested in her or so my source says," Mary added honestly while Randall heard similar things from is own confidants.
"We'll see how it turns out then. On a different note, did you hear the Cullens have moved again? Returning to their roots as the Olympic Coven."
"Oh really? Where have they taken up residency?"
Randall couldn't help the smirk that ate it's a way onto his face, "A small town, called Forks, I think you remember it."
"Oi! Arthur, the Bennetts are on the phone again, some inspiring witch named Meredith or Bonnie or something is asking for you."
The brunette huffed before rolling his eyes, "Again? She's been calling every other week, first, it was some sort of vampire problem, then some binding spell of which she should have never been able to do with her lack of in-depth knowledge, what is it now? It had better not be able the veil to the other side."
The man, Arthur North, ranted huffing as he told his assistant to have the young witch leave a message rather than wanting to deal with it, utterly done with the Bennett family. When he first decided to follow in his sister's footsteps, to achieve and accomplish what she dreamed for, Arthur never realized just how much work and effort it took to maintain not only a coven but the stigma that surrounded him trying to become a Supreme.
In truth, there had been many powerful warlocks as well as wizards and sorcerers, but none had ever reached try to become a Supreme, a role generally left and held by witches. Of course, there were no rules against it, in fact, some encouraged the challenge from a man like him, but none ever managed to become a Supreme. There were other rankings in the witchling society, even the title of 'supreme' was not the highest on the scale, the top of which being the all hailing Enchantress while the male counterpart was Sorcerer.
But supremes, they were special, not just a coven leader, but one who not only was the strongest in their area but a master in all the magical arts. In terms of the United States, there were four Supremes, one for each intercardinal direction, Northeast the one he was vying for, the Southeast whose Supreme was some blond who allegedly drank her way through the states, Southwest which has had it's fair share of Supremes in the last few years so Arthur honestly didn't know who currently holds the position, and lastly, Northwest's Supremeship which had yet to be filled as there were no established covens in the area.
He had tried to convince his childhood friend, Lillian to join him on the road of Supremeship. And even when they were still alive, both Elizabeth and his grandmother had told her to give it a go as she would have no protests from the NorthWest side. Despite that, Lillian had laughed it off, saying that she could never hold such a responsibility, and even if she had no covens to look out for, it would've just been given to her by default and not by skill.
And now, just a few years later, it seemed she still maintained the same adversity to the idea and title. Both he and his mother knew that within a few more years, she would've been a very formidable Supreme easily surpassing the Supremes from the south. Although with her lack of commitment it also meant that Lillian could come to rejoin his coven, become his second in command and partner.
It would be just as Elizabeth would've imagined it, Arthur taking his twins place as Supreme with Lillian as part of his high council and claiming title of sorceress, the latter of which was a title given to a female who was ordained by a Supreme, whether it be of her own coven or from a completely different place. The same went to the witches in the old world, if a European Supreme saw deemed a witch-worthy, would bless them with the title and label of the sorceress.
When she was alive, Elizabeth would also talk about the future, about what she would do to regain magic and fuel culture back into their world. Her goal was to become Supreme, and she was very close to it too, and after which she would aim for the title and seat of Enchantress, a dream so absurdly impossible he knew she would make it. And yet, it all fell apart that day in New York, when he lost his best friend and twin, his other half.
The North family was broken and their coven left in shambles. He fell into a deep depression and even though she tried, Lillian could do nothing for him and their relationship had become strained in the last two years.
There was a lot of things Arthur North wanted to change, things that he wished to go right, events that could've and should've had better outcomes, and there were things that he dreamed about. And those dreams, the goals, and hopes of his sister and grandmother, the beliefs and morals of his coven, all of them each and every dream he planned to make a reality, no matter the cost.
Blue Bell.
That was what Lillian called Bella, at least when she was talking about her to others. It started around the time Bella was eleven, when Lillian began to refer to everyone under 'code names'. She only knew a handful of them, Cat, Bear, herself as Blue Bell, and Viper, the later of which she only heard of once.
The name was endearing yet, a bit childish.
Don't get mistaken her words, Bella loved Lillian. That girl was her sister in all but blood, and even then she felt the older really was her sister. The green-eyed girl had always been there for her, whenever she made some clumsy mistake and got injured, Lillian was there to bandage her up (and later heal the small wounds with a wave of her hand), she was there to listen and hear her worries, willing to take time out of her day, giving her gifts and promising to never abandon her.
Bella's hand found her way to her wrist, fiddling with the silver bracelet she got from the summer before. It made her feel safe, while it wasn't her own magic, it felt like it was. Lillian, magic, witches, it all made Bella feel like she was part of something, something more than herself, something that made her feel special.
A part of her wanted to be like Lillian.
To do magic, to flick her wrist and make water move without a care in the world, to light candles with a single snap, or even be able to move objects with her mind. But she also knew the dangers of it, and what it could do to someone. Even still she still dreamed of it, to be like Lillian, or maybe something that wasn't even human.
When Bella arrived in Forks for the first time in a long time, there wasn't a single cloud of rain in the sky. It would be her new home, the place where she had grown up, and the place where she had the best memories. She loved Reneè, but her mother wasn't always there, a fact Lillian and Jacob drilled into her until she realIzed it herself. Her dad, Charlie, was better though, and with every summer she came back, she felt more and more connected with her dad and soon preferred Forks and her dad's place.
She knew her decision hurt Reneè but it was for the best. Besides, with her mother's fiance, Phil, she rather not become a burden for the two. Her dad didn't mind her moving in with him, he actually was elated by the news when she asked him and from what Jacob told her, the two of them along with Jared and Embry had gone out to buy new decor for her room as well as a new bookshelf for her collection.
When she and her dad arrived at the faded house, Bella quickly unpacked all of her boxes, which wasn't much as she had left a lot of her things there the previous summer. After she was done, Bella grabbed a few candles that Lillian had left for her from the previous summer and took off towards the meadow.
Even though it wasn't the same, Bella found herself sitting in the tall meadow alone surrounded by the trees and wildlife. Multicolor candles sat spread around her while one hand held her earrings and the other her bracelet. Lillian had shown her how to repair and reinfuse the protective enchantments into the earrings on her own, and while she could've done it easily at home, for just a few moments, Bella wanted to pretend she was a real witch, that it was her own magic and she wasn't just a normal human.
However, her fantasy shattered when the breaking of branches ran through the trees. The birds began to screech as Bella could only look around in fear. Her mind began to race, back to her first encounter with the supernatural world, as she feared for what that noise could've been from. Once the trees and birds calmed Bella was quick to pack her things and bolt, somehow still feeling prying eyes on her.
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She didn't know how the first day of high school would go.
Bella already knew many of the seniors, most of which she had been introduced to during the prank wars that occurred. There were a few sophomores, like herself, that she had still remained in contact with from years before like Angela, Eric, Jessica, and Lauren the latter of which she was more impartial too if she was being honest. Even then, entering the brick building and feeling the wandering eyes of others made her stiffen, doing her best to ignore the looks, Bella still felt it getting to her.
Lillian had warned her about it, telling her through email that it gets better, and they'll ignore her soon enough. Although she wanted to believe that, she still couldn't. The gossip was everywhere in the school; it was there when she went to the office to grab her schedule, her way to her locker, and even when she arrived in first period. It wasn't as bad as it could've been though, she could've changed schools in the middle of the year or worse, she could've been a total stranger entirely.
Bella wasn't well known in Forks, at least by the other teenagers. She knew the folks on the Res and La Push, she grew up around many of her father's friends and for several summers she spent most of the time in the sheriff office. In the minds of those here, she was basically a newcomer even if she had been visiting every year and lived in Forks till she was ten. But again, could've been worse, at least she had friends she could be with, although none seemed to be in her first period.
Entering her second-period class, Bella found herself beside a freckled face teen who gave her a shy smile.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, the names Ethan Everson." The boy introduced himself startling and surprising her, quickly replying with her own name and a small toothless smile. And like that, she somehow clicked with him. As it turned out, he was also a new student, his mother having just gotten a job as the new pediatrician in the town. It was only when the teacher slammed a textbook on the desk did the two give the man their full attention.
Once the bell rang the two found that they both shared the third period together as well, walking to the classroom together only to be met with even more wandering eyes. When the two walked into pre-calc, just as Bella was explaining her family situation their conversation was interrupted by a female voice from across the room.
"Bella! You're here!"
Bella stumbled back slightly by the hug she was given to by her dark-haired glasses wearing friend, Angela. "Yeah, here I am in the flesh."
Pulling her towards the empty seats in front of them, Ethan awkwardly following behind the two girls. Angela motioned for the boy to sit beside Bella giving him a friendly smile, "Hi, I'm Angela, one of Bella's childhood friends" she introduced herself handing out her hand, "Oh Ethan, and er I'm Bella's friend as of an hour ago." The three laughed, just as the teacher entered the class quieting it down as the bell rang starting class.
Once class ended, Angela had invited both Ethan and Bella to accompany her to the cafeteria and offering them to sit with her friends if they liked. Seeing as how Ethan knew no one and Bella was certain that she already knew of which friends she was talking about, the three left the classroom making their way to lunch.
Arriving in the lunchroom, following behind Angela and Ethan, Bella could still feel the glances aimed towards her and when she focused hard enough, she could hear the whispers following behind. Giving her an apologetic look, Angela wrapped her arm around hers, pulling her towards one of the circular tables while Ethan flanked her other, though he too felt a tad uneasy with the looks.
"Well if ain't Miss Arizona officially here to stay?"
She couldn't help the smile reach her face as she was greeted by Mike Newton and Eric Yorkie. While both boys had asked her to date previously, Bella turning them down, neither seemed too interested in her anymore. Eric and Angela having gotten together over the previous summer and Mike and Jessica being on again off again (though she didn't realize that Lillian, Jared, and Quil may or may not have intimidated the latter to stay away from her. Bella remaining none the wiser).
Taking a seat beside Angela, Ethan taking the empty one on her right, she joked back, "I was officially kicked out for being too pale, curse my genetics, right?" The others around the table chuckled, before all of them falling into the usual barrage of questions Bella would receive every time she came to visit Forks.
'How are you?'
'Anything fun happens this summer?'
'Why didn't you move back at the beginning of summer?'
'We should go shopping sometime, alright?'
'Dating anyone?'
'Wait whose this guy? Oh, are you two an item?'
"Wait what?!" both Bella and Ethan exclaimed vehemently saying that they had just met earlier that day and introducing the boy. After the awkward exchange, the group of teens branched off in their own conversations. Ethan having been dragged into a talk of which football team was the best with Mike, Eric, and Tyler while Bella, Angela, and Jessica spent the time catching up.
Conversations seemed to trail off as people started to turn towards and glance over at an approaching group of students who were entering from the outside doors. Bellas gaze followed everyone else's, eyes locked on the group of five pale teens as they passed students with ease, people actively moving out of the way.
It wasn't their beauty that caught her eyes, in fact, she had seen others that equaled or surpassed their appearance. No, instead it was the eyes, the bright gold eyes that glinted in the sunlight, bright yellows and warm bronze filtering out of them. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization hit her like a train, her hand quickly moving around her bracelet clutching it so firmly she almost thought she'd break it.
"Oh, right you weren't here when the Cullens moved here were you Bells? And Lilly also was absent too, I think. Well, those are the Cullens, extremely beautiful and-"
Bella didn't have to be up close to the group to know exactly what they were. She hadn't seen one since all those years ago, and if Lillian hadn't explained to her what occurred, she honestly would've brushed it off as some hyper-realistic dream. But this was reality, and the Cullens that were making their way to the open table by the large paneled windows, they were very clearly vampires.
The realization shocked her to her core, her mind running wild and her heart pounding in fear. Bella couldn't believe nor understand why a group of vampires would go to high school, were they targeting their next victims? Was it all some fun game they played right before slaughtering the entire cafeteria? Was-
"-ella? You there?"
Snapping out of the onslaught of thoughts Bella gasped, "Sorry what did you say?" She asked, trying her best to cover up her fears.
Jessica laughed, "I wouldn't waste your time on them, they like to keep to themselves, and well they are all together, like a relationship, except for the cute one, Edward." She continued, bitterly throwing food on her plate as she spoke to the chestnut-haired male, "It was such a scandal when they first arrived during second semester last year, but you know how things are, they just pass by. Kinda weird though when you think about."
Bella only nodded her head, half paying attention while the other part was spent furiously trying to come up with some way to get out of there and run. Just then, the lunch bell rang, which only succeeded in making raising the turmoil in Bella. Dashing out of the lunchroom quickly to the surprise of her friends, Bella stuck to the crowded areas of the halls until she made it to her next class. Pulling out her phone she began to send an email to Lillian as fast as she could type, asking what she should do.
Thankfully for her, she saw no Cullens for the rest of her school day, seemingly disappearing from her sight. Unfortunately, she got no response back from Lillian until well into the night.
Sorry I didn't see your email. Time difference here in Spain.
Bella, don't panic. It's going to be okay. Think logically, if they were going to kill everyone, why wouldn't they have done it already? Besides who in their right mind would submit themselves to that kind of torture?
Exchanging fastback and forth with her friend, Bella's fears and worries slowly quelled, though the stiffness in her body remained. She knew better than to disagree with Lillian, she was far more experienced than her and most likely dealt with vampires before. Even still, when they had finished exchanging emails, Bella still set up precautions, just in case.
The following school day she avoided the yellow-eyed Cullens and did her best to get as much gossip from her peers as possible regarding the family.
When she entered her seventh period the second week of school, Bella was greeted with a pale-faced, yellow-eyed auburn-haired vampire sitting beside her seat. She felt her heart race as she couldn't help but stare wide-eyed, and mouth partially gaped as she quickly but still hesitantly to her chair. It was only when the male had broken the tension in the air, giving his hand to shake hers and a small smile dancing upon his lips did she finally get a good look at the only single Cullen family member.
It was at that moment that Bella felt her heart pick up but not from fear as she knew her face had flushed a rosy pink as she carefully shook his outstretched hand, her eyes somehow getting lost in his bright beautiful gold ones.
He wasn't sure why he broke into the hotel room, nor did he really care anymore.
Vladimir was just as surprised with himself as her soul brother and coven-mate was, the first time he did something that was out of character in centuries.
At first, he brushed it off, claiming he was merely looking for a pretty meal. Of course, both he and Stefan knew it to be false as neither mortals smelled much of anything much less appealing enough to waste time on.
Yet somehow, he ended up stalking the human pair, until he found himself standing inside their hotel room. It was far easier then it should've been, tracking down the touring company, flirting with a naive secretary, and within the same hour of spotting the humans, Vladimir was wandering around the room they stayed in.
There wasn't much in the room. A large bed, where he could only presume they shared as one perhaps as a couple, their suitcases pushed to the side and closed, while the only other things he noted were the small collection of blank books that sat on the nightstand and oddly enough an array of multicolor candles wrapped up in a paper bag. The latter of which he found a bit bizarre though he wasn't too sure as he was never one to keep up with the modern age, maybe humans still used candles for nightly reading he questioned to himself dismissing it quickly.
After a few minutes of wandering around, he sat down on the bed, getting lost in his own thoughts. Vladimir had left Stefan to go off on his own, a very out of character thing for him to do, but even still, his dear friend didn't stop him, merely giving him a curious look before he too went off on his own.
Vladimir still couldn't wrap his mind around any of it. He shouldn't have cared, he should've just killed the pair and be done with it. Although deep down, he knew he couldn't, for that girl, the one whose voice had carried through the air earlier, almost as if pinpointing his location he swore he recognized it. The laughs, the way her voice raised at the end of each sentence, and the amusement yet awe that was all wrapped up in her tone, every piece of it reminded him of his lost love.
His mate, the one who died to give him and Stefan a way out, allowing herself to be captured, tortured, and destroyed by the Volturi.
She didn't look her though.
No, in fact, the coloring was completely off, his mate was a fair, tall and lean blonde, and whose body fit perfectly to his own. The girl who couldn't have been more than sixteen, though true humans never looked the age the should and what with face changing powders and other odd assortments the girl may have been older or younger was tan in color with dark hair and wide childlike eyes of green. Her face was dotted with freckles and lips danced with an almost innocent smile, yet her eyes betrayed it all. As if they knew more and were older then herself, but that would be impossible.
She was human.
He heard her breathe, the exhales of her lungs, the beating of her heart against her ribs, and he could almost feel the blood coursing through her, yes that girl was human. Although there was a chance of being some other supernatural creature that held a beating heart, it was unlikely. Mermaids and sirens could not walk on land, ghouls and demons dare not show their faces in Romania and even if she somehow were of pixie or fae blood (her height could easily be mistaken for such) her eyes would not be so innocent. It was odd, truly strange to him and even Stefan noted it too, but it didn't concern them either way.
Vampires still reigned supreme in the supernatural world. Werewolves and lycanthropy for a time tried to overtake their control, but his coven had dealt with the matter, and while he despised the pale-haired king, Cauis had done his part and slaughtered them into near extinction. Other creatures of the night had all gone silent, most dying out and turning into myths humans made silly stories about, and those of the day like witches were often impersonated by normal mortals and their histories and culture muddled by them. It was no surprise that most vampires of the newer years, ones turned in the last millennia knew nothing of the others, merely chopping it up to rumors and stories. Especially those turned in the Americas, they did not care to learn or discover more to their world besides killing and feasting.
Not like Vladimir could judge, he too was focused on one thing, and one thing only, revenge. For what the Volturi did, all the pain and suffering, all the war and death they brought, he and Stefan knew they could not and would not leave this plane of life until they saw them burn. Over the years, he could see the issue with what their lifestyle, the openness, their honesty, and their human pets, but even still, the slaughter of his family was unjustly done and considering other covens such as the Greek one (although now dispersed throughout Europe), Egyptian, and several others were just like their own yet they went unpunished by the Volturi. And even now, he heard the whispers, that there were several African covens and tribes that went freely in the sun and ate when they wished without care of the Volturi's ire, caused the venom to burn inside him.
He knew revenge was a suicidal path, but it was the only path for the two surviving Romanian vampires. And that was how it was for centuries, they planned and strategized all for the day they would get to see the Volturi fall. However, his mind seemed to flip, the focus of revenge and mindless hate morphed into something he may describe as delirium when he heard her voice, the girl who sounded near identical to the woman he loved.
It had nearly taken Stefan to tackle him to the dirt ground to keep Vladimir from running into the sunlight and taking the human girl into his arms and whisk her away. Even now, a part of him wanted him to, a part that still and would forever mourn what he lost. He knew she wasn't her, the small human was not the strong powerful vampiress he loved and had spent centuries of bliss with, yet the blasted voice still brought him closer to the edge. Each time she opened her mouth, he could only see his mate, he could hear her, see her, and almost for split moments, he could swear to feel her too.
But it wasn't real, a mere illusion and figment of his mind. His mate was gone, she would never return, and all it really was was a human girl who bore a voice that was just that a voice. A voice was not a mate, and his own heart was offended by him tainting the memories of his love with the thoughts of some human replacement. Although he thought, hair dye and contacts could change the looks and even turning the girl into a vampire-
"No!" He cried out loud, shocking himself with his verbal request for silence, the whole ordeal in all truth scaring him beyond existence.
Vladimir left the room quickly after that, wishing to flee as fast as he could, away from the memories and pain of the past, pretending it all away. He told himself it was a coincidence, the voice was just similar even if when he closed his eyes they were synonymous with one another. And he continued to disagree with his mind, even as he had returned less than half an hour later to leave a small bouquet of flowers, the ones his beloved favored. As he left the humans hotel room once more, for the last time he told himself, Vladimir decided he would not go after and hunt down the girl, not even if his mind yearned to hear her voice and picture that his mate was the one there, saying sweet nothings to him.
Perhaps everyone else was right about what the effects of losing a mate does to one's psyche and emotional state, just maybe, Vladimir had gone insane and was now pushing his sorrows onto some silly weak human girl.
Something was happening. Something that would be changing not just LaPush and the Res, but the entire town of Forks.
Billy Black could feel it in his old bones, and he knew just what it was. The Cold Ones, vampires. The mortal enemy of his people, they had returned to Forks.
He didn't know why the bloodsuckers decided to return nor would their reason change his opinion of them, they were monsters, leeches, and they could and would kill everyone near them.
It was dangerous and with the old pack being just him, Billy knew it was only a matter of time till another wolf would phase. He hoped it would be his son, Jacob, but being too young, just barely fourteen in age he knew the chances of him phasing.
The one to phase first was Uley's boy, Sam. A surprise to both him and his close friends and tribe leaders, Harry and Sue, but nevertheless it meant things were changing. It took time to talk about what was happening to the boy and it was not without struggles. It was quite unfortunate with what happened to Leah and Sam, the boy imprinting on her cousin, but if fate willed it to be then it was to happen.
The day he heard that the leader of the vampires, the Cullen leech, had taken up a position as a doctor at Forks Hospital, Billy's heart sank. He knew that the monster must've been looking for innocent victims to eat, probably even stealing blood bags that could be used to save lives to feed that leech's children. Fear ran through him even harder when he heard that there were seven cold ones instead of the four there had been years ago.
It was wrong, and Billy would've never stood for it, but even over a century later, it seemed the treaty was still in place.
As long as those monsters stayed on their side and didn't dare bite a human the leeches would live to see another day. But if they didn't, if they dared to cross the line or even so much as thought about biting a human, the wolves would know. And the pack, though small right now, would be there waiting and ready to tear them apart.
Royal wasn't in love.
Lillian was a friend, nothing more, just a really close and special friend, there was no romance between them, at least he thought so.
When they first met, years ago on his family's farm, his grandparents had invited her family over for dinner. They had met earlier that day, after the Brandons had been looking for directions to New Orleans or someplace down south. Even if their first few words were rocky by the end of the day they were joking around like old friends.
And throughout the rest of the time the Brandon's spent with them, Royal couldn't help but grow their relationship. Admittedly, he probably shouldn't have given her a ring only having known her for a few weeks, but he wasn't the smartest apple in the field when it came to his youth. It warmed his heart when she still proudly wore his mother's ring on her finger, which had come in handy while in Europe, receiving free food for the mistake that they were either newlywed or engaged, not like he cared at all as in it was totally fine.
When it was time for her to go, he felt sad that someone he had grown so close with was leaving. He knew the likeness of them ever seeing one another again, they all did, but even still he held on to their friendship like a lifetime, and who would've thought it would become one.
In truth, Royal McCarthy wasn't the most well-liked person who went to his school. He was the joker of the class, the one to make others laugh and play games, but that didn't mean he had friends. Yes, he was charming in the puppy sort of sense, at least from what Lillian told him, but that was all. His peers didn't see him as a serious friend, couldn't look past his extroverted demeanor as being genuine and with his grandparents having loads of wealth (from his missing great uncle), people saw him as the rich kid who would pay for them, who was nothing but a money bag.
The bullying hadn't started till high school, and though it wasn't serious at first, a few comments here, a too harsh of a slap on the back there, it came to it's brim during his junior year. That was when things got physical. At first, he laughed it off, but then after a few weeks he stopped, it became too much for him. He didn't tell anyone though, although he was pretty sure his grandma did as she knew everything, he just let it happen.
A saving grace for him, the thing that brought Royal back every day was the hopes for a letter or evening call from Lillian. The internet wasn't something his grandparents wanted to buy and the whole ''texting' thing was new (not like he would pay for the long distance texting) but she didn't mind, in fact, thrilled with the idea of sending letters and staying up late to talk real time. It was times like those that many Royal smiles, made him happy and pushed him forward through school.
When he saw her again, in her new (or well old he supposed) home, Forks, Royal realized that he didn't want to be anywhere else. It was small like his town, and yet it was so much better. From the cheerful and warm 'hellos' on the street to Lillian's friends of La Push (especially Jacob, a brother he never had) to just how the place made him feel alive. And when his grandparents discussed the idea of moving to Forks, his heart had soared, because, he wanted that more than anything else. Up until the very last moment of his stay there that summer, Lillian was almost always by his side and vice-versa, so when they finally flew back to their small home in Tennessee, things just felt off for him.
That following year, Royal had opted to take a gap year and had been accepted to PSU for the following, his grandparents were in the process of selling off parts of their land and downsizing to move to Forks, and he didn't have to see the kids from his high school ever again. Live was good for him, or at least it was until that day.
Finding his grandfather motionless and cold was an experience he never ever wanted. Nor did he ever want to be the one to break it to his grandmother, the woman who had been married to his gramps for over fifty years. But seeing her crying clutching and calling out to him, as they waited for the 911 respondents to come, now that was what broke him. Royal was never one to cry, but that man was like his father, and basically was his and so as he waited for the ambulance half distraught and half in shock called up the one person he thought would bring him sun again, make him smile and forget his worries.
It took a while for him to get back to his old self. Long nights crying and many ruined t-shirts and pillows with Lilly wrapped around his waist willing to be there, to support him and never once asked for anything. When she had proposed to go on vacation together, he was so willing to jump at the offer but he knew it would've been impossible, right?
Yet somehow she had convinced them, his grandma, her parents, and lastly himself on the idea, and within weeks the two were wandering through Europe, hand in hand. And for Royal? He loved every moment, every place, meal, language barrier, stupid American moment, and everyone they met along the way, but most of all just being with her, spending time with her was what made him the happiest.
That night, the last one on their summer-long vacation in Paris on the Effiel Tower, her words cut him like a knife. She revealed her feelings, or lack thereof, claiming to not love anyone, not in a romantic or sexual sense which beyond shocked Royal. He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he assumed, same with his grandmother and probably Lillian's parents too, that had to have been why her father and Jacob had threatened talked to him about looking after her.
Had he read it all wrong? After all those years, each call and every message? All the letters the two had saved (both still having each one despite how cringy many were), the glances and smiles, the whole vacation, had it all been in his head? Was she simply spending all that money, sleeping in the same bed together (which had become commonplace ever since his grandfather's passing), and everything just because he was like a brother to her?
Of course, it totally didn't matter to him if she saw him as a brother.
He completely saw her as his sister, how could he see her as a lover? They had been friends for so long, they knew each other's secrets, all the embarrassing stories, the regrets, and guilt they both carried, and saw both the best and worst in one another, they totally were just friends. Like family, brother and sister, and Royal was beyond certain that he held absolutely no romantic feelings for Lilly...probably.
It had been a few months since the Irish coven had hosted a pair of humans, the first time since their formation. But at the same time, there were not just mere humans, they were far more important than that.
One, the girl of the two, a freckled face brunette who somehow was living breathing and practicing magic user. A witch by modern standards, but a magic user none the less. She was a nice thing, confident and good with people, but had remained slightly on edge with the Irish coven, although Liam had eagerly returned the same on edginess. Siobhan was curious about her, given that she had only known two magic users during her centuries and even then, one had been close to death doors.
The other of the two, the one that had gained the adoring attention of Maggie, the dimple-faced blonde, Royal. He was a tall and large man, though not the biggest nor strongest any of them had ever seen, with lovely colored hair (by Maggie's standards), a good head on his shoulder (Liam had to confess), and a charming personality. But that wasn't why they were interested in him, especially more than his friend.
It was because he was bonded to Maggie.
Now, he wasn't her mate, no their souls and very beings did not draw each other in but rather their hearts did. Maggie had confessed that the moment she saw him, that she could've sworn to hear his heart sing to her like a melodious harp. At first, they had assumed it was the mating pull, but he hadn't felt anything towards her beyond pleasantries and friendship, at the moment thus canceling out that option.
Siobhan was the one to conclude that it had to be that of a true love call. She had lived far longer than the other two, having more knowledge regarding their world and what others the supernatural world held. With very little need to justify it, both Maggie and Liam went along with the concept of true love and that this boy, Royal McCarthy was Maggie's, true love.
However, even if the find was one of joy and celebration, the youngest of the Irish coven having found someone to love and cherish for the rest of time, no longer needing to search for a soul mate they may or may not exist, the festivities were cut short. While Royal and Lillian agreed to stay with the coven, it was clear as day that the man did not hold feelings of love for the young vampire.
His bright blue eyes always wandering to check up on Lillian even with a beautiful and immortal being just paces away, wanting and wishing to love him. Siobhan saw how it broke her child's heart, and even Liam did hat he could to encourage Royal to turn towards his coven member. But it was to no avail, he didn't see her as a lover, but as a friend.
When the two finally left, Maggie had broken down in tearless cries, realizing that she, a beautiful immortal being had lost out to a mortal even if she was a magic user. Siobhan had tried her best to reassure her that things may change, that the future was left unknown and that she should wait a bit and since she had his contact information Maggie could easily talk to him whenever she wished.
But it was Liam who reasoned that the man would return to Maggie. Human hearts were fickle things and given that the magic user held no romantic feelings for Royal, that he would soon turn to someone to mend his broken heart. And that would be where Maggie could come in, save him from the grieving of love and with time would fall for her.
Of course, if anything, they could always get rid of the brunette mortal if things went on too long, they were vampires and not at all unaccustomed to death or killing.
Dale King was currently sitting on a plane, flying away from Spain the meeting he had had just hours before still fresh in his mind. He didn't know how she knew it, or why she thought it best to tell him, but it wasn't like he could anything about it now. His hands were tied in regards to the whole fiscal that went down.
A part of him wanted to blame the whole thing on his families curse, the other one where each member of his family died tragically. True they all had a horrible time with romance, and most of their marriages ended in betrayal and blood, but death had and would always loom over his family. It had all begun well before his birth, dating back to even before the 1800s somewhere in France.
Some members of his family, a great great something or other had his lover killed by some unknown force. Taken by grief and anger, he killed everyone in his family and his lovers household except for his son who had somehow survived the ordeal. Since then, each person in his family had been picked off by something, some accursed thing that went after every King following them to the grave. And it wasn't just those of blood relation, but their friends and lovers to, the most notable being the young and fair blond who had been engaged to his great-great uncle Royce, having gone missing one night never to be seen again while the man himself drank himself to death.
The whiskey in Dale's hand seemed to lose it's interesting as he chucked the glass down in disdain. Anger and temperament ran through his blood as well and while he had better control over it then his late brothers did, he couldn't help but feel the emotion choke him into frustration.
Little Miss Lillian, the girl who he had met more than a decade ago the one who was both a pain in his side and a source of joy. She was also smart and cunning, and though she didn't let it show, she was quite ambitious for her age, considering she was a decade his junior. Girls were uncommon in his family line, a rarity that hadn't occurred in decades so when he had met her in New York, the brown-haired large eyed pixie-like girl, well he had instantly been drawn to her.
He wondered if talking with her, joking around, and the calls they shared was what it was like to have a sister. When he was a child, he had begged and begged for one, a little sister to dote on and be protective over, yet no sister ever came. He was the third in four sons, all three of which meeting an untimely end while he somehow survived. Even his parents were scared by the events that if Dale died, the King line and their banks would have no heir, thus prompting his parents to find a wife and have a child quickly to ease their hearts.
But he didn't want that, why would he? Dale was an adventurer, a drinker, a gambler, he was never going to be tied down. He refused every time they tried to set her up with someone, and each time he would go ranting to Lillian, a friend who had no relations to his world, to the world of wealth, crime, and debts. It was easy, to spill secrets and talk about anything and nothing to her, but after their meeting, it seemed that it was a mistake.
Glancing back at the envelope that he had hastily taken from her small hands, Dale felt the anger churn up inside. He had been a fool to trust the little girl he had met all those years ago, and even more of a fool to reveal information that she, with that odd mind of hers to connect the dots like it was child's play, and for her it was. If his parents found out, they would surely have his head, and if the King Bank investors knew, well they would eat the rest of.
Pulling out his phone he called up a contact he thought he would never have to use. Dale had sworn he wasn't like his father or uncles or grandfather-in-law yet Lillian had left him with no other choice but to do it. Family was the most important thing, your blood meant more than marriage, relationships, and money, to be a King you had to do whatever it took to make your dynasty last even at such a terrible and high cost.
When the line picked up Dale cleared his throat and in a hushed voice stated almost solemnly, "Boris, I have a request for you."
There were many things that could describe Caius Volturi.
He was a king, ruler of the vampire species, hunter and destroyer of the children of the moon, and perhaps only slightly temperamental.
Caius was not known to be a calm vampire, that was true, and he admits there were parts of his personality that may not be the most likable, but that was what made him who he was. He had been that way for millennia, why would he start changing now? The only one who could calm his emotions was his beautiful wife, the fair queen who had stood by his side for centuries, Athenadora.
She somehow had always been able to make him feel better, be it through her cunningness, her intelligence, voice, or even, her well, use of her hands. His wife was remarkable a true gem among the rest of their kind yet as of late something was wrong. It began a few years ago when the Volturi had been called out to sunless London, England where some ambitiously idiotic newborns thought it clever to turn their entire graduating class into mindless newborns, who knew their logic. Overall, it had been a thoroughly irritating affair which had been drawn out for some odd reason that involved his soul brothers, Marcus and Aro.
Though for some odd reason neither would tell Caius why they had stayed longer nor did the members of the Elite guard who knew, most likely having been ordered into silence by his brothers. That had only furthered his curiosity and fueled his anger. When they had finally returned, he spent almost a week in the arms of his wife ranting, screaming, and trying to understand why he had been left out, again.
It was not the first time his brothers, the two who were gifted, had kept things from him, and each time it only furthered his frustration with them. Although it was not like he would turn on them, it wasn't like he was able to though, what with Aro having dirt on them all, Chelsea keeping Marcus from killing himself, and well, Caius enjoyed his power. True it was not like it used to be when he could fight in wars, slash down enemies with a sword and rip them to shreds like the good old days, but it was power none the less.
After the week of isolation from his brothers, Caius returned to ruling as usual and decided (with the help of his dear wife) to leave it be in London. There were things he may not know but there were things they also did not know either. And so the years went by like the wind until today. They had been going through the monthly meetings Aro thought was smart even though Caius did try to convince him to just install intercoms, or better yet text them the updates or email, but with Marcus abstaining on the matter, the ruling fell on Aro who continued the long and tedious tradition (which from what Caius could see everyone in the guard, except for Jane and Alec, felt the same as him) when something odd caught Caius's attention.
Throughout the rest of the meeting, something was off and he didn't know what it could be. Fidgeting throughout the hour, Caius found himself aching for something, something that was close by that was calling out to him like a siren to a sailor. But the thing was, he couldn't understand it.
It was no true love pull, nor was it a could sibling or other familial pull. At first, he thought it may have been a La Tua Cantante but he'd had them before and this, this feeling was certainly not that. So then what could it have been?
Once the meeting was over, Caius had rushed out of the room, unable to take it any longer finding his beautiful wife waiting for him. But for some reason, this time, it didn't feel right. He couldn't even finish, yet his body was dying to. That had never happened before, never once had he been unable to lay with Athenadora, they were true loves, they should've been able to and yet it was as if the love and light he felt for and from her had dimmed.
He still loved her of course, but not like before. Like there was something out there, far more powerful and wonderful awaiting him out there in his city. It was an awkward conversation with her after the mess and even more annoying when Aro, in his giddy gleeful way almost as if knowing what was wrong with him merely told him that he had to figure it out for himself. Even Marcus, who with his well of knowledge didn't care to say anything about him or his state.
By the next day, that feeling of need and want was gone, as if carried off and away from him. Though that didn't bring him any comfort especially when his heartfelt like fire, as if the venom had burned a hole straight through and a piece of himself was missing now.
There were many things to describe Caius Volturi, but confused, in the dark, and with an insatiable hunger for something he didn't even know himself, now that was not how many would describe him, yet that was how he would.
"You're such a good kitty he's you are, oh what a sweet ball of darkness you are!~" her husband cooed as the matriarch of the Brandon family watched on with amused eyes.
"Sweetie, I love you, but you've got to stop spoiling Toothless alright?"
"But Summer! He likes it! Don't you my wittle son!"
Summer Brandon rolled her eyes at her husband as their cat (even if it was their daughter's) basked in the attention it was receiving. For whatever odd reason, Toothless the small black ball with eyes had the strangest aversion to women, preferring both her husbands and her daughter's male friends company to their own. Despite that fact, Summer couldn't help but love the little guy, even if he only used her for food.
Shaking her head at the pair, she decided to start prepping for dinner, making her way to the kitchen. Although it was just her and her husband, Summer still felt that she needed to make a full course dinner each night, teaching her great aunt had instilled into her from a young age. It was an old tradition, built on old beliefs, that she swore never to pass down to her daughter not that her daughter would have followed what she told her either way.
He daughter, Lillian Brandon, was truly one of a kid, a peculiar girl to say the least. Ever since she was born and older enough to see, Summer could tell her daughter was far more intelligent than other babies and children her age. By the time she could walk and speak, her daughter had already started showing the signs of independence, trying to do things that no normal one or two year old could do. Even when she was seven, her little Lillian had already become the de facto leader of her friend group, which included a one Isabella Swan and Billy's son Jacob.
It was when their daughter had fought to move and get a change of scenery did both Summer and her husband, Xander, take note of their daughter's odd maturity. As things progressed, the two had always assumed she was just a prodigy in learning, being able to understand abstract ideas so quickly yet if you were to ask Summer in provide, she would honestly say there was something more to it.
From the way her daughter had processed information to how she would sometimes catch Lillian speaking words and saying things, no child her age would ever know or hear about. To the drawings that were well beyond her experience level and the little notes and journals she kept written in languages Summer knew her daughter could've had never learned. And even now, all grown up, graduated from high school and off traveling around the world with Royal, she still knew something was different about her daughter, something older than herself.
A part of her wondered if Lillian had some sort of premonition ability or merely saw things in different ways. She wondered how her daughter could know events or reference movies or books that had yet to be released. It was a silly theory Summer had, jokingly thinking that she was a reincarnated soul, which while explained some things really only left more questions, besides things like that only existed in books and fiction, not the real world.
In the end, it didn't matter to Summer. Lillian was her daughter, her flesh and blood and nothing would ever change that. No matter how smart she was, or how mature she seemed, even when she had an obscene hoarding problem when it came to candles and odd trinkets, no matter how many late nights she would stay up for writing in her book and chanting things under her breathe. Summer cared not if Lillian had her assortment of friends over or wandered through the woods for extended times of the day, nor did it change her opinion when her daughter ended up in life-threatening situations, even if she had no idea how some were possible (how Lillian had somehow burst into flames in the middle of a Dairy Queen was still unknown), she loved her daughter and she always would.
Whether she was some reincarnated soul, an alien, a ghost, demon, or just some mature kid, Summer Brandon will forever be there for her daughter.
He was starving and he needed more.
Dropping the corpse onto the pavement with a flick of his wrist, he staggered out of the alley. Brushing his cold fingers against his face, he felt the venom seep through his skin once more, spreading across his face, but it wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
After a few moments, once the pulsing venom stopped moving, only to find that his face was still harshly scarred, he couldn't help but ram his fist angrily into a dumpster. The metal molding around it like clay, making a loud creaking sound that echoed and ricocheted through the alley.
Calming himself down, he decided to make a run for it only to halt as he sensed two beings approach him, a pair he knew all too well. After his year-long rampage of draining people here and there, it made sense he'd gain attention. Though these vampires were not who he was expecting, in fact, he had assumed it was the Volturi, not the pair he had run with for several decades prior.
"Didn't I tell you it would be him? You never believe me, it's quite rude you know."
"Well dear, you have to take pity on me, I didn't expect him to look like this much less acting like a newborn!"
He hissed loudly turning around slowly to face the two who were mocking him, "It's been a long time hasn't it?" he bit back it irritation glaring into their bright red eyes, he didn't want to deal with this tonight or any night for that matter. In fact, he knew they would never allow him to live it down, what happened to him, he would rather burn.
The taller of the two, the male who was one of the most dangerous vampires he had ever met laughed at him, "Oh only a few years, I mean who would've thought you'd change so much? Just look at your face, what sort of trouble did you get into? Tried eating a flame thrower, I thought you were more intelligent than this."
The woman with the fiery red-haired laughed beside the blonde male, "You really are too funny," she began stepping closer to him until she could reach out and trace her long nails against his scarred face, "No, I think one of his dinners got the best of him with a lighter." At that the couple burst out again looking at him with cold and demeaning looks, "Now then why don't you tell your best friends what happened hmm? Is my dear correct, your food tried fighting back a bit?"
His silence was the only confirmation they needed before the air disapparated of all the mockery and humor that was once in it, replacing it with heightened tension. "Sucha shame, I thought you were stronger than that, I mean weren't you the one to go on and on about joining the Volturi? How can you even think about that now? You were f*cking tricked by your meal! Ha, my you have surely fallen, tell me you at least ate them right?"
He remained silent, glaring even more intensely then before, it was true he had no excuse, his meal escaped him and he didn't know what they would do to him if he confirmed it. The stillness of the three made them look almost statue light, the streetlights hitting them in a hauntingly as finally, the woman smiled, "Well now, I think we should help out, don't you think James? Give him a little revenge for what has happened to his face."
Like a switch, the other vampire broke out in a toothy but fearsome grin, "How clever you are Vic, I knew there was a reason why I kept you around," He exclaimed spinning Victoria around before slamming a dominating kiss on her lips as she giggled into it, "Come now, we have much to do if we are going to track down the pitiful thing who managed to slip our dear friend, isn't that right Laurent?"
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Notes:
*Bennett- aka Bonnie Bennett from Vampire Diaries, cause me loves references and Easter Eggs
*Supremes, ehh stole from AHS and gave it my own spin
*Everson is the last name of Esmé husbands ex (?) husband (he's dead so like husband but not)
*Sam Uley was the first to shift, and while technically it happened during Bella's junior year I changed it!
*Siobhan refers to Maggie as her child, at least that's how their relationship is implied
*Boris- guess what that's a vampire! Who is actually canon! You can check out the Twilight nomad wiki to learn more...hehe adding conflict is the goal here!
* Summer and Xander- referencing the name Buffy Summers and Xander Harris (not them obv as I'm a Spike and Buffy shipper lol
*Drinking blood refuels the venom which is how vampires can heal themselves (however things like bite marks made by other vampires that have that vamps own venom is what leaves scarring)
*Yes that vampire that attacked Bella and Lillian when they were younger was Laurent
A/n: This was honestly one of the funnest yet hardest chapters to write oml! Bet ya'll thought the Cullens were going to be meeting Lillian haha, gotta wait a little longer!
I personally love doing pov things/interludes/inside the minds of characters that aren't the main, always fun yet challenging! Tried to add background and what not to each, though for some I did add my own twists/lore (since the wikis didn't go to in depth) as well as making some of the characters more sympathetic (ie. Vladimir cause EVERY Volturi fic has them as crazed nutjobs who are the villains that turn/kidnap/kill the main protag, as I get it but uh they are more than just 1-dimensional cartoon villains, they sid rule empires and maintained power for millennia).
I was originally going to add in Marcus as a POV but like the last chapter pretty much showed his own background stuff so uh, I choose the ever beautiful and sassy Cauis! (as well as Peter's and Charlie's but ff kept freezing sooo oops next time)
Writing the vampires were a lot of fun same with poor Royal and Bella. The wolves were a little harder (as they too lacked a lot of backgrounds) but hope I'm doing them justice, they will become pivotal not to worry!
So as we see a lot of things have been revealed, Royal's maybe or maybe not feelings, Arthur and his troubles, Bella maybe falling for Edward, Maggie's feelings, Cauis being all weird, Garrett being possessive, and Randalls drinking problem. I may do another chapter in a similar format to this later on but we'll see, so far I've outlined the next eight chapters (about a good 3/4s of the first book), and there is a lot of changes and AU happening, so sorry if ya'll were hoping for everything to remain canon.
Y'all better be ready for the official start of canon whooo (at least for Lillian seeing as how Bella's already in Forks and aware of the Cullens). What's going to happen? What will change? What will remain the same? Who will be with who? Which canon couples will happen or break apart? Wait to find out in the next chapter!
Edited/Revised: 6/18/2019
