DEAR READERS, IMPORTANT!!! I made a HUGE MISTAKE in my last chapter. I forgot to mention that REBECCA IS NOT A FULL-VAMP, she DID NOT fully change! Because it was her venom in her system, she managed to fight it off, so she is STILL A HYBRID… thing. So, yeah. Sorry! To the disclaimer!

Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight, this is a purely fan made story, however, the plot and the characters Rebecca Medachi (Athena), Connie and Annalise Blitz, William Jennings, as well as Dylan, are mine, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 10- Lost Words

Rebecca (Demi) POV-

"Benjamin!" A warm voice called as we neared something which I could roughly call civilization. The ground was dry dirt, but at least it wasn't sand, there were a few trees, a water pump that was old and rusty. I think we were on the edge of a village. Ben had lead the way here, not that I trusted him enough to be calm on the way, I was jumpier than I turkey on Thanksgiving.

A beautiful woman, about the age of Benjamin (probably around 25) waltzed happily up to Ben and hugged him. She emanated sweet, sugary happiness and love. I shuddered before I could stop the reaction. Never have I been one for such open displays of warm and fuzzy emotion.

"Ben, who's this?" The girl asked, assuming she was his mate, this was Tia. She was perfect, like every other immortal, her skin a delicately tinted color that reminded me of chocolate, she had long, sleek black hair that hung far below her shoulders in a perfect braid. Her eyes glinted a dark red, mixing between dull crimson and black. She was in between hunting trips. I wasn't sure if this put me more at ease, that she hadn't just killed, or unnerved me, because she might be thirsty.

"This is a traveler whom I ran into in a sandstorm earlier today." Ben said sweetly to his mate, glancing at me.

"Ah!" Tia gasped, "That storm blew through here earlier, but not so strong I think." She said happily, then glanced at me. I knew enough to recognize the spark of worry in her eyes when they fell on my again. She leaned towards Ben and began speaking rapidly, her voice high in pitch, words quickly blending together. I felt my left ear twitch under the veil of my dark hair, I was listening.

… dangerous to bring her here, is she different? She seems human, you know Amun won't like that, remember when Kebi brought her catch back home? Amun was mad for days! And you hunted yesterday, Ben, please think before you act! I love you, but you can be utterly foolish.

A small growl bubbled from my chest, my upper lip curled over my teeth in a sneer, "Catch?" I hissed. I understood a vampires need to hunt, I was most likely the most understanding human of that alive. However, to use words so demeaning as referring to the poor souls as a 'catch' was utterly infuriating.

Tia's eyes snapped up to mine, "H-how?" She stammered.

While I bristled and growled in my anger, Ben explained what he knew. After he finished what he knew, I glowered at Tia, "I am not a human, and I do not want to be treated like an object." I snapped shortly.

"Oh…" Ben cleared his throat, "and Demi can uh… control… fire." He said slowly.

Tia blinked and looked at me carefully, "Just like you, huh?"

I smirked, and blew on my knuckles, theatrically blowing a small flame off my hand, "Not exactly… Tia, right?" I had to play this smooth, keep my head, make sure they didn't know everything about me. I had to make them think I was a lot more powerful than I actually was, because I couldn't take his whole coven.

"Yes, my name is Tia, Ben tells me yours is Demadora." Tia said kindly.

"I prefer Demi." I said quickly.

"My name was long to, I don't know what my parents were thinking… it was ridiculous." She smiled at me. I forced a smile back. I didn't like to think about my parents… my mom was a monster and my dad… I hadn't seen in eleven years.

"Yeah," I sighed, "But you gotta love your folks anyway." I forced out. Tia laughed quietly,

"You really should meet Amun and Kebi." She said, "I think you would like them."

I'm so sure.

Alice POV-

"DYLAN!" I shouted, seeing him thrown to the ground from behind. Dylan whirled and grabbed the newborn, slamming him to the ground. My attacker snarled at me, I grimaced. Jasper had already destroyed four of them, two being newborns who attacked me.

Almost all of them were dealt with, though it saddened me to have to kill them. They could have had a better life. I finished off the newborn in front of me. Next to me, Dylan had the newborn pinned.

"Come on Dylan, finish it," I said sadly, "Everyone else is gathered and waiting for them." Dylan nodded sadly.

"Wait!" It's tiny voice squeaked. Dylan hesitated, watching the newborn carefully, "Please don't kill me, please, I didn't want this, I just… he told us it would be easy… and I didn't have a choice… please!" They begged. Dylan's eyes softened. He couldn't be the cruel vampire who killed innocent people, as his creator was to his family.

His grip on the newborn loosened. I gasped as my vision hit me, and then immediately became reality. The newborn snapped to his feet and slammed into Dylan. Smacking into the ground, Dylan's eyes widened as the newborn pinned him. "No!" I shrieked and threw myself at him. If I had been a split second closer, Dylan would be dead. As I collided with the newborn, I could feel how his head tilted as his teeth tore through Dylan.

Dylan rolled to his feet as I jumped out of the way of the boy's attack. He was older than the other newborns, more experienced. Jasper was at my side,

"Alice, we have to get back." He said urgently.

"I know." I murmured, the Volturi were nearly here.

"I'm working on it." Dylan snarled, wrestling with the newborn. The newborn turned, looking at us quickly, then bolted.

"Catch him, quick!" I shouted, he was headed right for our meeting place, Bella was there.

With a snarl, Dylan shot after the newborn, Jasper and I behind him. The newborn was fast, scary fast, and neither Jasper nor I could keep up, but Dylan had always been faster than us. He was as fast as Edward. I could smell the Volturi now, hear them as well. We were cutting it close! They were already speaking with Carlisle, if the newborn made it to the gathering… Bella would surely die.

Up ahead, light burst through the trees, no, no, NO! Too late, we were too late! Panicking, I shouted at Dylan, who already knew how close the newborn was. He cursed under his breath, Jasper was right behind him, and the two of them slammed into the newborn at the edge of the trees.

Together, the three slid into the dirt, and to the edge of the clearing. Jasper was to his feet, and placed himself between Bella and the newborn in a split second. The newborn reeled, confused and thirsty. Dylan was behind him. I saw Edward put his hand around Bella's shoulder and cover her eyes. The newborn was dead at my brother's hands in less than a second. The fire in front of us roared higher. Dylan's hand twitched, and he shook his head, heaving a long sigh, "Shame." He finally muttered sadly.

"Ah, and now that the gang is all here." A tiny voice from behind us said impatiently. I turned around and saw Jane, sneering bitterly right at us. Dylan glanced at her once, then leaned closer to Jasper,

"Er… who is she?" Dylan muttered to Jasper. Jasper's eyes lit up with amusement as Jane undoubtedly seethed next to us.

"Jane, next to her is Felix, Volturi." Jasper muttered back. Emmett was holding backing laughs, shaking in place slightly.

"Oh." Dylan said, with his best 'oops' face. Jane looked absolutely furious, like she was about ready to kill Dylan.

"And who are you!?"Jane demanded shortly, "I wasn't aware the Cullens created a new vampire as well! I'm sure Aro will be very happy to hear this!" She seethed.

"His name is Dylan and we did not create him," Carlisle said evenly, "there is no need for unnecessary anger, he simply needed assistance with his handle on our unique diet, and we have decided it is best if he stayed with us."

"And you explained everything to him?" Jane demanded, "The rules? The consequences, and everything else?" She was obviously angry that Dylan had absolutely no idea who she was.

"Well, I think so." Dylan said seriously, I could already tell he didn't like Jane. Neither did anyone else, but he didn't know what Jane could do.

Felix clapped his hands loudly and rubbed them together, "Alright, so, newborns taken care of, out of professional curiosity…" He eyed the fire crackling in front of him, "how many were there?"

"Twenty, or there about, we didn't exactly count." Carlisle said. Jasper sniffed behind me, he and Emmett had made a bet… and seeing as Jasper fought at least five, I think he won.

Felix nodded slowly, "Let's go Felix," Jane said stiffly, "I want to go home."

Felix turned, but shot me one look, and I understood, "She's alive, in Egypt at the moment, but fine." I said quickly. His entire demeanor changed, for a moment he practically radiated happiness. Jasper relaxed next to me and looked like he was going to fall over for a second from sudden happy-emotion-makes-muscles-jello-effect. But, the moment was gone in a flash and Felix nodded shortly.

Dylan rolled his eyes, "Is it just me, or is everyone you guys know crazy?" He muttered under his breath. Jane practically materialized in front of him, making him jump and nearly fall over.

"I'm not crazy, you disrespectful, ignorant child." She hissed at him, and then slowly smiled. We all knew what was coming, except for Dylan. With a sudden yelp, he crumpled to the ground.

"Dylan!" More than one of us shouted, I snarled at Jane. Emmett tried to lunge at her but Edward grabbed him, holding him back. Dylan shrieked loudly, and shouted several profanities that I have never heard in a normal conversation before.

"Jane!" Felix gripped her shoulder, "Jane!" He tugged on her shoulder but Jane wouldn't budge. Growls rang out from every angle of our circle. Esme was next to Dylan, one hand on his shoulder, desperately attempting to calm him, with Jasper's help. My brother's eyes were wild with pain, I wanted to tear Jane apart. How dare she harm my brother like this?! She has no reason!

"She's taking out all her anger on him, and there is a lot of it." Edward hissed, his voice colored with anger that I usually only heard when Bella was in danger.

"Jane let it go, he's not Bex, let him be!" Felix hissed, pulling on Jane's arm, "Damnit Jane, stop!" He wrenched Jane around, and the connection was broken. I glowered at Jane, a furious snarl rising from my throat. Behind me, I heard Dylan gasp for breath. Felix, alarmed and startled, didn't know what to do. He turned to Jane and growled, "It wasn't her fault anyway! She just wanted her own life, and your pent up feelings about it have no place anywhere but in the past." He seethed.

"She left us, abandoned us, she was always his favorite and she threw it away like it was trash!" Jane growled.

"Just, just… just go Jane, before you make another stupid choice. I'll catch up after I'm done cleaning up your mess." Felix snapped. He might as well have slapped her, in all my years, and all the stories I've heard, the Volturi never fight amongst themselves. Rebecca must have really rocked the boat.

"I apologize for Jane's unnecessary and uncalled for actions," Felix said tiredly, he glanced at my brother, who was still gulping down air and trembling. "Are you okay?" He asked slowly. Dylan's eyes rolled over to look at Felix. He stiffened and sat up slowly.

"Been better." He grumbled.

Felix paused, debating what to do next. In my opinion, he was the most human of the Volturi, and maybe he didn't really belong with them. "Are you sure all of the newborns were killed?" He finally asked.

"Positive," Carlisle said firmly, "we split up and took care of both groups."

"Impressive." Felix muttered, "Ahm… well, er… Bella, you're still human." He said as his eyes fell on her, "Aro will find out. I can't avoid that, you would do well to take care of this problem before he decides to act."

"The date has been set." Edward said coldly as Bella cringed into him, away from Felix's gaze.

"Molto bene." Felix nodded, he and Edward exchanged a few rapid words of Italian. Edward cocked his head to one side, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ask my sister." He said after a pause.

Felix glanced at me, he had explained to Edward the reason for Jane's anger after Edward had pointed out that she was usually calmer. Jane felt betrayed by Bex and couldn't stand to be around humans, younger vampires, or anyone with dark hair and clothing.

"Jane will forgive you, she won't do anything rash." I said confidently before he even asked me. He nodded once, and turned, running after Jane.

After about five seconds I let out a big breath I had been holding in. "They're not coming back." I said, and I was sure of it.

"I'm going to get Bella back home." Edward said quickly.

"'m not 'red…" Bella managed to speak with slurred words. My brother chuckled slightly and picked Bella up, turned and ran back towards her house.

Back at the house, things finally moved into their normal pattern, stress free. I sat down next to Jasper on the couch and lay happily in his lap. He smiled.

Jasper hugged me tightly against him, kissing my cheek. I kissed him lightly on his lips.

After a few minutes of doing nothing, I looked around the room. Dylan wasn't here, frowning I stood up and went to his room. I knocked but there was no response, so I pushed to door open. I could tell something was wrong. He was hugging his knees, chin propped up on them, eyes staring straight ahead.

"Dylan?" I asked softly, trying to meet his eyes. He shuddered slightly and clenched his hands at his sides. "Dylan? Are you okay?"

"Fine." He said shortly, forcing the word from his clenched teeth.

"You know that you can't lie about how you're feeling, right?" Jasper joked lightly.

"Come on man, we're family, you can tell us anything." Emmett added.

"Just brought up some memories." Dylan grimaced and got to his feet, "And I don't want to talk about it." He snapped at Emmett when he opened his mouth to talk. I hugged him carefully when he tried to walk away. I didn't want Dylan to be sad, when he got to Forks he was so quiet and closed off. I didn't want him to go back to being like that. "Alice," He sighed, "it happened a long, long, time ago. I'm over it." He dashed up the stairs to his room, and attempted to slam the door behind him. I followed and found him sitting on the couch, leaning against the wall. I hugged him gently.

"Then why won't you talk about it?" I questioned him.

"Because…" He trailed off, "I don't want to." He said in a smaller voice. He pulled my arms away from him and faced me, "It isn't exactly happy."

"Dude, it doesn't matter what happened." Emmett said, "You're still my brother."

"It might be better just to talk about it." Jasper added. Dylan sighed and ran his hand through his hair.

"Uh… well, I guess it can't hurt." He muttered, "My family and I… we were broke." He began, squinting at nothing in particular, dragging up the past, "But it never bothered my parents until my dad lost his job. Then he started drinking a lot… I was eight. I came home from school and he was screaming at my mom, saying if she didn't have a kid, then they would have more money. My mom was trying to say something, I don't know what, but he hit her." He said sadly, "I ran into the kitchen and stood between him and my mom, yelling at him and getting so angry. We stood there yelling at each other for a long time." He muttered regretfully. "I couldn't do anything to stop him, and he was disgusted with me. He said I was worthless, that I'd never grow up to be anything, that I was spineless. He blamed my mother for my flaws, and then me for when my mom got hurt, after he hit her."

Sadness pulled at me, I didn't remember being human, but I could somehow relate to Dylan. Being lost, he looked like a kid, like he was eight again. He pressed his lips together in a tight line. "When I was twelve, I couldn't bear it anymore. I got in between my mom and my dad and I punched him, and my dad…" He didn't finish his sentence, "I woke up in the hospital." He said shortly, "They told me that my neighbor had found me, and that my mom had fallen down the stairs. She was dead. My dad was gone, I knew he killed her, but I never said anything."

Rosalie growled quietly next to me. Dylan glowered at the ground, "I went to an adoption home. I made a lot of stupid decisions, got into fights, started pick-pocketing people on the streets and used the money to buy cigars for the older kids. Then these two artists came to the home one day, and they kept on asking about me. The people who ran the place told them I was a troublemaker, a no-good delinquent. But they wanted me anyways." He sighed, "They were good people to, really nice, didn't have much, but it didn't matter. Stuff was really starting to turn around, until they sent me back to school when I was fourteen. I never really fit in, an adopted kid with a temper and a record. I got into fights, and after one kid got a broken nose, I was expelled. My adoptive parents didn't know what to do, they were so disappointed." His voice broke a little, he was ashamed, "So they sent me off to a military school to try to straighten me out. I stayed at the school all year round because whenever I came home, I just got into more trouble with the local kids. When I was a junior, Tracy… my uh, adoptive mom, thought I should come home to visit and take a driving class so I could get my license. It was June. I failed the course, twice. So, I got my stuff packed up and ready to go back to school." He paused, for a long time.

"Before I got a chance to leave, somebody broke in the front door, and before I knew what was happening, two people with red eyes were holding my parents." He choked out, "And I guess you can figure out the rest." He bowed his head, "I spent a year or two on my own before the Denali's found me. I remember all the faces of the people…"

Silence.

"And you shut people out because you think they'll think you're a freak." Jasper said quietly. Dylan said nothing.

Suddenly, Rosalie hugged him tightly, surprising all of us, "You're not a freak." She said strongly, "Your past doesn't determine your future, I would know." She smiled at him genuinely.

"Thanks." Dylan said quietly.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"I guess." Dylan shifted uncomfortably, "I never told anybody about that, but…" He exhaled and frowned, "I guess I should have been more honest, you guys are like family."

"Dylan," Rosalie said slowly, "We are your family."

Rebecca-

"William Jennings was a monster who created monsters," They told me. "A power hungry vampire who had the ability to completely brainwash people. He was cruel, and believed that humans were inferior, and that vampires should be ruling the world, humans under them, only there to sustain them."

My hands clenched as I heard this. What had he thought of my mother? Was she just a pawn?

"William tried to create an army," Amun said, "He turned animals into immortals, and they were vicious, out of control. The Volturi threatened to destroy him, but he knew they could not. So, he kept some of the animals, and began experimenting with people." Amun sighed, "Even I, though my conscious is not clean, think he is sick and twisted."

"What did he do?!" I demanded sharply.

"He found a cure to venom, and then took small children and bit them, then injected them with the cure. But only after the venom began to change them. The result was that, once the children became stable, they were a cross between human and immortal, powerful, dangerous, and unable to control their emotions. William created two of them." He sighed, "And then he discovered that biting a pregnant woman gave the same result. It's repulsing, putrid, sick and so… so… violating of any kind of respect for life that here is." Amun shook his head.

I couldn't bring myself to speak a word.

"He created two children this way as well, but only found one once he matured. His name was Luke, the others who were created the other way, and raised by him, were named Arin and Hannah. The children were violent, all they knew in their lives was fighting and death." Kebi muttered, "He came here not long ago, searching for the other child, asking us questions."

"But he was not welcome here." Amun hissed, "And we sent him on his way."

"Do you have any idea where he went?" I asked, my throat dry.

"Why would you want to find him?" Amun shot back, "He is the worst of all of us."

Again, I had nothing to say. The man who's venom created me, who I shared… DNA with was a monster! I was created to be part of his army, for other reason than to help William fulfill his sick dream of conquering humanity. I felt out of place, lost, like I was a monster as well, like I didn't belong.

"Demi?" Benjamin asked.

"I… uh… I just, need to find him." I said through clenched teeth.

"Why?" Amun asked, leaning forward.

"I want to kill him." I growled lowly.

"For what?" He pressed.

"For everything." I snapped.

"Benjamin," Amun said calmly, "This would be the fourth and final creation of William Jennings." He gestured towards me, "And she obviously did not turn out like he wanted, because she is angry with him."

"Because I have a soul!" I burst out, "How could I not be furious with him!? He killed my mother! He ruined my life! He made me a freak!" I shouted, slamming my fist into the table.

"You are uncorrupted." Amun said, "And powerful from what Benjamin tells me, you could very well defeat William, resist his gift." He said, "Is that what you want?"

"What I've wanted since I figured out why I was different." I said bitterly.

"Because he is your father." Amun nodded.

Fury gripped me, "He is not my father!" I shrieked, "My father was human, and a good man!"

Amun sighed, "Sit down Demi." He said, I stayed where I was, glaring, for a few seconds before sitting, "He bragged to me about this… his venom erased much of the original 'genetic map' as he called it, of the child." Amun muttered quietly, "He ran tests on Luke, and found that the DNA was mixed, about 40 percent of the genes were from the mother, only ten percent from the father… the rest from him. He said that he thought the mother was more dominant because Luke was still in his mother's womb when the venom entered his system." He said, sorrow mingled with repulsion in his voice.

"He claimed Luke as his biological son, and you… as his daughter."

With those few words, my world, shaky as it was, was shattered.

I was related to this… this… monster.

Life is never easy for those who dream.

What do you think? Anything not clear about the whole part with William and his 'children'? Feel free to ask questions. Review please!

-Zeri!