Twilight Series-Rising Sun
Chapter 14: "Danger Will Robinson!" The Feds Intervene
Felicity Cullen
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at Kieneson's pompous proclamation; well, at least Kieneson is in control now.
I looked at Lucy, starting to scrutinize her. She was tall; taller then me (but then again, about everyone here is), but shorter then Kieneson. Her skin was light mocha, and her hair was down to her elbows, matching the color of her skin. Her eyes were really beautiful—an intense violet color that was deep and bright. She stirred slightly, and opened her eyes. At the last second, I changed my eyes and hair back to the way Lucy first saw them: golden eyes and my original hairstyle; and skin like the Cullens.
Said person sat up, rubbing her head and looking at each and every one of us. "I can't remember much of anything," she stated in the standard velvety vampire voice, "what just happened?" Me and Renesmee exchanged glances. This is what the general line of our thinking probably is at the moment: 'Oh, nothing much happened. Just the fact that you just spent the last 6 hours and 15 minutes in a painful metamorphose that altered you into a Super-Vampire, a species of what appears to be unrivaled power; other then that, you really didn't miss much.'
More silence was to be endured for a while. Caius had to be the one to break it, "Well, it's another Super-Vampire," he sniffed proudly; "she doesn't look like she can do much." Is he insane? I just wanted to get that cleared first. I waited for the first blow to fall. It didn't take very long for that to happen. "Excuse me!" Lucy snapped irritably. Part one over; all participants enter the center of the arena. "I'll have you know that I can do some serious damage to you!" "I'd like to see you try," Caius continued sarcastically, "-You wouldn't be able to even scratch me or any of us." "You want me to try?" Lucy growled, glaring at the Volturi. "Yeah," came a few ticked off replies of varied members of the vampire royalty group. It started when Lucy threw a punch at Caius, who narrowly avoided getting out of the way. A few moments later, a conflict was taking place. I closed my eyes at the sounds of striking and attacking. It seemed as though the fighting is never going to end…
I heard the snap of a few broken bones, and the fight between Kieneson and the covens filled my head; this had to be stopped before it escalated. Said person glanced at me and went forward to break up the fight. "Guys, guys; please stop before someone is seriously hurt," Kieneson said, trying to get in the middle of the clash. He was succeeding slightly; but it would take more to bring this to a halt. Striding forward, I opened my mouth. "Lucy, Volturi; let this not become a repetition of what Kieneson did in Volterra. Stop this childish squabble now please," my voice floated in the air like silken ribbon, stopping everyone in their tracks. Their arms hung by their sides motionless, eyes vacant. Lucy looked like she was in a reverie, smiling without even realizing she was doing it.
"Let's all go to the living room to discuss this," Alice said pulling Jasper to the door of Lucy's bedroom, "it's more comfortable then standing around, although we can for a long time." Everyone took her advice and trooped downstairs, entering the living room, where we made ourselves comfortable.
Lucy Skylar
I followed everyone down to the living room, aware of the poised way I moved. We all sat down in our chosen places. Felicity sat down in an elegant armchair, looking like a regal princess; eyes calmly watching my every move. Aware of a few other people watching me, I grew mildly self-conscious and sat down on a love seat. The other Cullens chose their places, while Kieneson and Ereana sat down together. The corners of Felicity's mouth twitched upward a fraction and then straightened when she saw them do that. Is she aware of something they don't realize? Renesmee came riding in on the back of a wolf—Jacob; who stood next to Felicity. The three of them exchanged a look and then looked forward again. The covens and the Volturi sat down, eyes wandering. I waited for someone to say something.
"Well," Rosalie said breaking the silence, "since Lucy's a Super-Vampire; what are her powers?" I was still a little confused over the whole Super-Vampire thing; I'll ask Kieneson about that later. "Now that you mention it, she should have something out of the ordinary, based on her transformation," Carlisle said crisply. "Now if we could just find out what—"
"Actually," a vampire who was seated with a small group of people was looking at me, brows furrowed, "she does have…about two powers, both exceptionally unusual." Felicity made light swirl around me in a daze when she spoke. "Eleazar," went the harmonious song, "what are they?" Kieneson was looking at the vampire apparently named Eleazar with interest, suspense surrounding him. "How curious," Eleazar mulled over. "Eleazar," said Esme, "please tell us already, you're keeping everyone in the dark—except Edward." "Sorry," he said apologetically, "this will really heighten Kieneson's scientific curiosity. It appears that Lucy has…" Everyone seemed to lean forward at once, awaiting the answer that could end their very strong inquisitiveness. I too was on the edge of my seat, literally I might add. "…one power has something to do with her body on an atomic level, and the other power is something her mind does with senses." A looming silence greeted this answer; everyone sat back, breathing out one breath. Kieneson's eyes lit up. "How unexpected; this could explain her transformation!" he smiled brightly, "We must start testing her powers at the nearest possibility."
Just then, Renesmee and Felicity both yawned simultaneously. Bella stood up from her place next to Edward, "Alright, Renesmee, you were allowed to stay up late under the circumstances, but now it's time for bed. Felicity, are you getting tired?" "Well," she said, looking sleepily charming, "I am a little bit." Esme's motherly instinct took over. "Dear, it's time for you to go to bed." "Mom," Kieneson said, "Super-Vampires don't have to sleep you know." "She's going to bed Kieneson, and that's my final say on the matter." She said with a stern maternal look. "Yes mom," he said sheepishly and then straightening up, "At least we'll be able to show Felicity her room."
Felicity Cullen
"About time," I said, "I've been wondering if I was going to have a room in the first place." "Sorry if it's taken a while, but it took some time to complete it." Kieneson said apologetically. "Let's go and see it." They were about to leave when I interrupted them. "Wait, where will the other covens stay before they leave?" "Oh, arrangements will be made for them," Kieneson said airily.
"Speaking of," Aro said looking at the Volturi, "it's high time we went to our castle as well. We'll be taking our leave everyone," he finished his sentence with a flourished bow. The Volturi were already at the door when I appeared behind them. "Alec! Jane!" said siblings turned, looking quite dizzy. "Yeah, what is it Felicity?" Alec inquired, looked dazed. "I-I just wanted to say I'm sorry for what happened at the picnic today." "Oh," they both said at the same time surprised, "well, didn't you already apologize?" "Yeah," I said looking down, "and I just wanted to make sure that you guys were ok still." "Well, we're ok," Jane said turning to leave, looking as if stars were swirling around her head. "Let's go Alec." Alec nodded and then looked at me again. "It's ok Felicity; bye." He dashed off as fast as he could, racing after his sister looking as if he was about to faint.
As I came back; the Cullens, Jacob, Lucy, Hope, Dawn, Ereana, Kieneson and I all went upstairs to the second floor; I let Kieneson lead the way, watching as he opened a door in the wall; my door. "I hope you like it," he says cheerfully.
I walked in, stopping in the doorway. It looked elegant, gothic, and classy; the hardwood floor was dark mahogany, glossy and polished, the walls were colored purple with beautiful black roses on the walls, it had a canopy bed with purple sheets and black pillows, a desk with a sleek silver laptop computer on it, a night table, a window seat with a purple velvet cushioned covering and elegant purple swag and tails style curtains with black fringe trimming, and some other pieces of furniture. It didn't look as high-tech as Lucy's, which I liked. If you're surrounded by technology, you could get a little unnerved you know?
"Look over there to your left," Alice said beaming and pointing diagonal from where we were. Looking there as she said, my eyes widened; to my left in the wall horizontal from my bed were black double doors, with an embossed purple rose in the middle of both doors. I could hardly believe it: I had a walk-in closet! I gasped, my eyes shining. "You see, there's no way I'd let you wear the only outfit you have on all the time, so Rosalie and I went shopping and filled up that walk-in closet with tons of stuff!" Alice put an arm around my shoulder. "They're stylish and functional," Rosalie said with a little smile, "wait until you see them." "Thank you so much!" I said happily; I admired a full-length oval shaped mirror framed with gilded small gold roses on the wall next to the walk-in closet; it was really lovely. "This is a really nice room; thank you." I said with a smile that seemed to melt everyone.
Rushing over to the laptop, I examined it closely, nodding in approval. "This is similar to the one at home; that is good—I'm able to actually use it." "Ah, but its better," Kieneson said looking with appreciation at the computer, "the speed is much faster; the quality's increased; I'm sure you'll be used to it." I looked over and saw a Sony Dream Machine Clock Radio and Dream Machine remote next to it, giving a startled gasp, "In my room I have a Sony Dream Machine and remote just like these! They're even the same color, black."
"What I changed about the Machine is that it's already programmed with plenty of songs that you'd like," Kieneson started speaking, "notice there's a purple iPod 4th Generation in the iPod dock. I gave it increased capacity so that it can hold all the songs programmed into the Machine already and as other songs are added. If you hear a song on the radio that you like and don't have, it will begin to download into the Machine, getting the song title, artist, album, single, or E.P. title (it can tell which it is), Album Art and such. The song will be added to the iPod as well of course," He finished. I asked a new question, "but please clarify: the songs are on both the Machine and the iPod?" "Correct." "How will I be able to listen to songs if the iPod isn't in the dock?" "The Dream Machine itself is voice activated; just say the song title and the artist if necessary, and it will start to play. The screen that would be on the iPod if a song on it was playing will show up behind the dock. That will only happen if the iPod isn't in the dock. The voice activation also works for on/off and other directives similar to that. "
I digested that for a moment and then asked him another question. "Does the voice activation work if the iPod is in the dock as well?" "It works both ways, if the iPod is in the dock or not," he nodded confirming what I inquired. "And I'm assuming that the Machine works with other iPods as well," I said with a calculating eye, "basically, it's like a regular iPod and Machine except for those improvements." Kieneson looked a little impressed, "You're correct." I nodded, satisfied, and went back to the doorway. "Again, thanks for the room. I like it a lot," I smiled when I pronounced the last five words, and everyone smiled likewise with my approval.
"That's not all about your room," Kieneson said with a grin. "What else is there?" I asked my curiosity aroused. "Well, this room is programmed to change its theme whenever you feel like it," he said proudly, "this is your 'Default' theme." My eyes lit up with interest, "Tell me more, it sounds most interesting." "Well, all you have to do is say a certain theme, and your room changes immediately; the laptop and Dream Machine change in appearance only (for the laptop: cover design and interior color or design of the laptop; for the Machine: just color or design) to fit the theme by the way. There are loads of different themes; it's one of my more creative projects if I may say so." He sounded proud of it too. "Wow!" I said thrilled at the prospect, "I can't wait to try it out."
"Your 'Default' theme looks sort of gothic," Emmett said, pointing out the obvious. "I don't mind at all, it's a really sophisticated room," I said with a smile in Kieneson's direction. "I like the roses," Dawn said, "they're beautiful." "Like a master artist did them," Hope agreed.
Renesmee Cullen
"Mom," I said suddenly, holding onto Jacob's hand, "can I please spend the night with Felicity?" Mom looked at me, sizing up the situation, "Well, maybe you can Nessie, dear, is it ok?" she directed the last part of her sentence at Dad, who put his head to the side a bit, and then looked at Felicity. "Will it be ok Felicity?" "Of course it will be Edward," Felicity said with a serene smile, making my vision go blurry from the beauty. "Well, if she says it is ok I'm fine with it. Love, what do you say?" "I think I'll say yes," Mom said with a smile. At that cue, Aunt Alice raced out the door, coming back in a short period of time. "Okay Nessie," she said cheerfully as usual, "I have your nightgown and some clothes for tomorrow as well," she handed the small bundle to me.
"This will be fun Renesmee," Felicity said gazing around her room. Uncle Kieneson faced her. "It looks my room is a big hit." He sounded pleased with how Felicity took to her new room. "I really like it, thanks," she said 'thanks' a little more quietly then her former words, I noted. "Kieneson," she said again, "how are you sure the songs in the iPod are ones I like?" "Edward read your mind," he laughed aloud. Dad smiled a crooked smile in apology, and Felicity sighed.
"Okay everyone," Grandpa Carlisle said clapping his hands together, "now that we've had the tour of Felicity's bedroom, its time to head downstairs again. Good night Renesmee, Felicity; we'll see you both tomorrow." Everyone said their goodbyes to Felicity (who graciously accepted their hugs and pats on the head) and I (who was kissed by Mom and Dad). Jacob hugged me and turned into his wolf form, turning to walk out the door. "Jacob," Felicity said in a musical voice, rushing up to him. She got down on her knees, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. "Good night," she whispered to him, letting go and patting his head. He gruffly barked a farewell, and trotted out the door.
That was the cue for the others to leave, but before they all walked out the door, Felicity aimed what she next said at Kieneson. "Now then, just because I'm not there doesn't give you the right to act out of line." Kieneson started to protest, but she held up a hand. "Rosalie, everyone, if Kieneson acts up please come to me; or you can wait until the morning, it doesn't matter. Kieneson will be punished either way," her smile carried a hint of authority and I heard Jacob give a bark of laughter. Everyone chuckled and walked out the door, Grandma Esme closing the door behind them.
Felicity put her hands together once and looked at me with a smile, "Well, I suppose we get ready for bed," she gave a yawn when she said that, messing up the word 'bed'. "Right," I said looking around, "I guess Uncle Kieneson didn't put in a bathroom." I heard Felicity groan, "I was afraid of that." She suddenly got an idea, "Well, I need to go see what's in my closet, you can change out here. Wait," she ran over to the curtains and undid the black fringe tassels from either side and drew them closed, then rushed over to her door where there was a light switch, turning it on. "Okay, you can change out here, I'll be exploring my closet," her eyes gleamed with excitement as she rushed to the doors, pulled them open, and ran inside closing the doors behind her, leaving me to change.
Felicity Cullen
After closing the doors behind me, I stared at my walk-in closet in amazement. The floor was glossed and polished dark Mahogany and the walls were colored purple with the same beautiful black roses that were on my bedroom walls. It was delicately illuminated with a soft light. There were two rows of clothes in front of me at the end of the closet on hangers (tops above bottoms), divided and organized by what article of clothing they were. Night clothes (and formal clothes) were separate from the other clothes, once again divided and organized by what article of clothing they were. At the sight of all those clothes, I was almost faint with joy. Shoes were each in their own cubby hole below the bottoms. To my right jewelry was tastefully displayed (and tucked away) in polished Mahogany jewelry drawers next to a full-length oval shaped mirror like the one in my room, only it was framed with gilded small purple roses. Bags and other accessories were organized in separate compartments to my left. To the left of the jewelry drawers was a polished chest of lingerie drawers… I'll have to look at that in a minute.
I bent down and pulled off my Ugg boots, placing them in an empty cubby hole. Getting some spare hangers, I unbuttoned my navy denim jacket, pulled it off and put it on a hanger, hanging it up where the jackets were. Standing in front of the mirror, I smoothed my tank top, nodded, and pulled off my jeans belt, putting it in the belts compartment. Going over to where the nightgowns were, I selected a long sleeved midnight blue one and took it off its hanger. Taking a deep breath, I took off the items that needed to be taken off and slipped the nightgown on—it was all done in less than a minute. I was a little bemused by how fast it took. Remembering what I thought earlier, I peeked into the lingerie drawers. Sighing in relief that everything looked (and fitted, I had to double-check) just right, I put the items I tried on back in their places and closed the drawers.
I looked in the mirror. Wow…I appeared ethereal. My hand and the reflection's hand came together on the mirror; I still couldn't believe what I looked like now; this was going to take some getting used to. Examining my height, I figured out that I was precisely 5 foot even, only an inch taller than my old height; I smiled to myself—it looks like I'm 5 feet forever. Suddenly remembering the rolls of fat on Kieneson's back when his wings appeared with horror (and disgust), I immediately turned around, running a hand over my shoulder blades. 'Oh…' I thought half-laughing half-sighing from relief. The wings looked totally invisible; unless you looked incredibly closely, you couldn't even see the ridges of the folded skin. Breathing out slowly, I fingered my hair, still in its original length and wavy curly style. Changing my eyes back to dark chocolate brown and my skin to slightly tanned, I made sure everything was put in its place and knocked on the double doors and asked, "Renesmee, are you dressed?"
"Yes," went the answer, "you've been in there for quite a time Felicity." I laughed softly, "Well, you know; things to do, things to look at." I grasped the silver door handles and opened the doors and stepped back into my room, turning around to close them. "Wow," Renesmee said expanding the 'ow' sound, "you look really pretty." "Thanks, your nightgown is cute," I gestured to the long sleeved soft pink dress. "Thanks," She looked at the curtains, "Should we leave them drawn, or pull them apart again?" In answer, I went over and retied the black tassels, pulling apart the curtains, so they were back to where they were. "I like it like this," I looked out into the night, gazing up at the stars through the window. 'One night,' I vowed to myself, 'I'm going to go outside and look at the stars.'
"Only one bed," Renesmee observed, "what should happen? We could always share. Or is there a way to get two beds?" "I'm thinking," I spoke racking my mind for any ideas; and then a light bulb went off. "I got it." I first ran to my night table, where my lamp (with a silver post, and a purple lampshade with black fringe tassels on the ends) was and flicked it on. I then ran to the light switch which was on the wall next to my door and turned it off. The room darkened noticeably and still retained some light thanks to the lamp. "Let's try one of these 'themes' Kieneson told me about." Renesmee got excited, "Oh! Let's try…" she whispered into my ear. I grinned, "Great idea!" I looked around the room and said: "Girl's Sleepover."
The effect was extraordinary. Renesmee and I watched in delight and wonder when the entire room altered its initial appearance. The walls turned bubble gum pink with brown stars, the pieces of wood furniture turned brown for a lovely combination, and a pink, fluffy star throw rug appeared in the middle of the floor. The canopy bed turned into a bed with a Mahogany frame, pink sheets and dark brown throw pillows with a white Dream Net over it. There was a matching bed next to it with a dark brown Dream net, dark brown sheets and pink throw pillows. In the middle of my closet double doors; there was an embossed brown star where the rose used to be. I glanced over at the laptop, and was mildly stunned when I saw that it had turned bubble gum pink. A quick glance to my Dream Machine showed that it had turned brown with two trails of spiraling pink stars on it.
"Renesmee, this was a nice choice of décor," I said looking at the young vampire hybrid. "Thanks Felicity," Renesmee was looking around at her room, "can I sleep in the bed with the dark brown Dream Net?" "You may, I wanted the bed with the white Dream Net anyway because it was my canopy bed before it changed after all." While I was speaking, Renesmee raced over to the bed she had been allowed to sleep in and promptly burrowed into the covers. Seeing her made me list toward my own bed; I was ready for some sleep. But I had a thought and turned to look at Renesmee, "Do you want to be tucked in?" "That would be nice," the lump under the covers responded with only her head showing. I seemed to glide over to her bedside and tucked her in as snugly as possible. "Is that good?" "It's great Felicity," Renesmee said with her eyes closed and a content smile.
I myself buried myself in the warm inviting covers as well. I lay on my back with my head on the pillows; I spent some time quietly reflecting on the events of today. It was only a day, but it felt like a year. Kieneson….where do I start about him? I'm in the Twilight world; the Cullens are my new family. I'm not even human anymore, I'm thirteen forever, a Super Vampire. My new life is just beginning, and tomorrow's waiting. Sighing, I closed my eyes and fell into a welcoming sleep.
Kieneson Cullen
Now that Felicity and Renesmee were asleep, I could focus more on other issues. "Alright, now who here is wondering what I did out there earlier with that scream, cause I sure am curious" I announce, wondering if anyone else wondered like I did.
"Well I'll say this, you nearly killed us you cad!" Benjamin yells, in a more hushed tone because Renesmee was asleep, and needed it. "Watch it junior, I could do it again" I threaten, letting him know I don't appreciate being called a bad guy. Benjamin's face instantly recoiled in fright, and he retracted his attitude and averted his gaze away from me. "Sorry" he squeaks timidly.
"Kienny! Do you have to be so harsh?" Ereana remarks, her tone one of anger and disappointment. "They wanted to EAT you earlier! You honestly think I'm just gonna let that go?" I retort, surprised she cared about murderous life drainers.
"Ok, lets just calm down; we've got things under control, there is no need for anger anymore. We'll go hunting in the morning" Carlisle replies coolly. "Say, that reminds me, have you even had a meal recently Kieneson?" Jasper asks with intrigue.
I quickly realized the shocking reality with intense clarity. "You know…I haven't drunk a drop of blood this whole time" I reply, very surprised with myself.
The rest of them went silent with amazement. "But…all newborn vampires are supposed to be hungry; they need blood within a week, or they'll start using up the blood in their tissues, and lose their strength" Eleazar remarks with astonishment. "And Kieneson's strength level and ability to fly would indicate absolutely no decrease in his power at all" Carlisle adds, with awe.
"Wait, I remember some of the tinkering…that the old me did with the Vampire DNA; he…er…I…-changed the hunger instinct. I removed it so I wouldn't attack humans unless I consciously wanted to, like if they were evil" I explain eloquently.
Upon hearing this, Jasper shrieked with amazement, "YOU REMOVED THE INSTINCTUAL REACTION TO ATTACK WHEN HUNGRY!"
"Yeah…I guess I did Jasper; and with enhanced Super Vampire physiology, I guess I don't weaken as easily" I reply calmly. "No wonder you've not tried to drink any blood…you're not even compelled to do so unless you consciously think about it" Edward remarks.
After several more moments of silence, my adoptive father finally spoke up. "You do realize…this makes you even safer around humans than…well…any normal vampire" Carlisle comments, his sentences broken by several pauses from the magnitude of his astonishment.
"Well now that you mention it, I' am hungry, its been days since I last ate" I reply, standing up to my full height. Immediately, my eyes turned crimson red like those of the Volturi. "I need some good blood, not animal blood" I state thirstily.
Immediately, Ereana whimpered, and Emmett and Rosalie got in-between me and her. "Dude, what happened to not drinking humans?" Emmett says angrily, his teeth clenched. "Obviously you mistake my intentions" I reply coolly, gently pushing Emmett and Rosalie aside with a simple shove. As I approached Ereana, she covered her face, cowering with fear. Then, to top it off-she began to cry with intense pain and sadness.
This made me feel terrible; they didn't even understand what the plan was. As her hot tears flowed down her covered face, and dripped onto her shirt, I felt guilty for not explaining myself better.
With a gentle clasp, I held her hand, and knelt before her. "Ereana?" I ask, my voice now almost as soothing as my sister Felicity's. With this, she uncovered her face, and stared at me; slightly puffy eyes and tears adorned her skin.
"I wouldn't dare kill you, I just want a small amount of blood. I don't have to drink it all-or change you into a Super Vampire; I only want enough to slack my thirst please" I explain gently. Upon hearing this, she softened a smidgen, but still looked at me with anxiety. Realizing she still doubted me, I added, "But if you're not ok with me drinking your blood…then that's ok; I'll go to the North Pole and get a nice, succulent Polar Bear instead"
Ereana Jenkins
As Kienny held my hand gently, and spoke his proposal so softly and gently, I felt a shiver go up my spine; not of fear…but of amazement at how kind he was. Still I was worried, but he had noticed that, and then told me he wouldn't do it unless I let him.
That statement was the straw the broke the camel's back, and I burst into tears from emotional overload.
Almost instantly, Kienny's eyes changed from red to light golden, like dried dandelion flowers. "Ereana…are you ok?" Kieneson asks softly.
"(Sniffling) Kienny…no one has ever been as nice to me as you have, except my parents" I reply, the tears flowing freely now. I realized that Kieneson was a gentle giant; though having the capacity to be a monster…he wasn't anything of the sort.
I half expected him to take advantage of my moment of confusion and bite me to get the blood, but then to my further amazement-HE HUGGED ME!
"I just don't want to upset you Ereana, you're a sweet person who deserves to be treated right" Kieneson replies soothingly, as he embraces me fully with his gargantuan frame. As usual, his skin was warm, and felt as soft as a pillow; I quickly buried my face into his chest and kept crying.
After several minutes of crying, I looked up and saw Kienny's beautiful face; his eyes now the same golden hue as the rest of the Cullens, but sparking like gemstones. "Kienny" I state, getting his attention. "I-if you're that thirsty…you can have some of my blood" I say shakily, still taken aback by the kindness he was showing me. With a slow and deliberate motion, Kienny kissed me on my left cheek in gratitude and replied, "Thank you Ereana"
Then, he leant closer to my neck, and bit there gently and quickly; it was almost as though I had been stuck with an intravenous needle the precision was so great. I quickly started to feel blood flowing into Kieneson's mouth. It was amazing; there was no pain, as his mouth began sucking out my circulatory fluids at a slow and steady pace.
After several minutes, Kieneson stopped sucking and withdrew his mouth from my neck. "(Sigh of content) Much better-thank you Ereana" Kienny replies kindly. Jessica, Mikele, Charlie, and all the others immediately leaned in to see the bite mark.
"That's amazing, he didn't show any signs of control loss" Eleazar comments with astonishment. "Not to mention he didn't even emit a drop of his venom the whole time" Amun adds. Mikele starred in disbelief as she saw the small wound. "Its barely the size of a dime" she says with amazement, obviously referring to the bite mark. "Yeah, that's quite an impressive size for a Vampire bite" Alice bubbles. In the background, Kieneson kept the other vampire's under control with a very serious stare.
"Here darling, this will help with the bleeding" Esme says calmly, holding a small bottle in her fingers. "Its liquid band-aid, it will help with the healing process" she says calmly. Then, there was a slight commotion, and I saw Mikele approaching. "Forget that, I say I use my powers to heal her, I'd like to help" Mikele states calmly. "Sure thing, that would be much appreciated" I reply.
As Dawn approached me, her hands began to glow with their sparkling, white candescence. As she placed them on my wound, I felt my skin close up, the tissues and cells sealing up, healing at an accelerated rate. After several seconds, I was as good as new. However, all the stress of the day finally started to catch up to me, and I was exhausted.
I wanted to go to bed so bad, but I was wanting to talk to Kienny so badly. "(Yawn) Kienny?" I ask softly, fighting back the sleepiness as best I could.
"Yes Ereana?" he replies back, his voice soothing and gentle.
"I want to go to bed…but I'm too tired to walk…can you carry me please?" I ask, practically screaming in my head at my eyelids to not close yet.
With a beautiful smile, that made his tanned face seem to take on a shine all its own, he kindly replied, "Of course Ereana"
With one swift motion, I felt myself scooped up and whisked into his arms; it was just like how he did it the other day when he took me flying. Then, just before he started moving to the upper areas of the manor, I heard Alice whispering with the others about something. Then, I was whisked away to the upstairs.
I looked around, to keep from falling asleep just yet. The room that he had taken me to was right across from Felicity's. "Here we are, your dream suite" Kienny says softly. I was quickly laid on a lovely, plush bed; however, I was too tired to admire the room-so I kept my rapidly blinking eyes on Kieneson.
"K-Kienny?" I moan, barely able to stay awake.
"Yes Ereana?" he inquires, curious of what I wanted.
"I…I'm having a wonderful time with you" I say, half-asleep and hoping I can get to sleep soon.
With the last glimpse my tired eyes allowed me, I saw Kienny smile warmly, and he said, "So am I Ereana" Then I felt him kiss me lightly on the lips, and I finally passed out.
Thursday January 11th 2007, 6:00 AM
Felicity Cullen
A gentle yet firm shaking slowly slackened sleep's grip on me. With a flutter of my lashes, my eyes fully opened and I sat up, head leaving the dark brown throw pillows. Jacob stood by my bedside fully dressed, for he was the one to wake me up. A glance to my Dream Machine revealed that it was 6 AM on the dot; another glance at Renesmee showed that she was still asleep. "Morning Jacob," I said rubbing my eyes and then letting my hands make their way down to land on the covers, "What brings you here?"
His face had the look of someone still in shock. "You won't believe this…" he starts saying; trailing off, and then letting it all out in a small rush. "Kieneson drank some of Ereana's blood last night when you and Nessie were asleep!" My smile at once became fixed; I asked him, still smiling, "Care to repeat that again?" With a sigh, Jacob repeated himself, "Last night when you and Nessie were asleep, Kieneson wanted to slack his thirst, because he hadn't drunken a drop of blood in days, so he drank some of Ereana's blood"
I drew off the covers and landed on the floor in one fluid motion, my smile gone. "He did what!" I scream, my rhetorical question low and disbelieving, carrying a hint of suppressed anger. I began seemingly gliding towards my closet, not waiting for a reply. Without looking over my shoulder I said to Jacob, "Wake up Renesmee please and tell her that I instructed her to get dressed. I'll be out when I'm ready" Going over to my closet, I jerked the doors open and slammed them shut behind me.
I selected a black tank top and black skinny jeans and pulled them both on; electric blue high tops with black laces were on my feet and tied extremely quickly. Looking over the accessories, I snatched a pair of matching blue and black arm warmers and slid them on. Going to my jewelry drawers, I pulled one open and picked up a black choker with an electric blue skull and put it around my neck. Going over to stand in front of my mirror, I nodded with approval at my outfit; my skin changed to creamy pale and my hair completely altered, turning midnight black, straight and layered, reaching my chest now, and had emo side swept bangs; my eyes were now ice blue. And looking at myself now in the mirror, I smiled with a suggestion of malice. Turning on my heel, I opened my closet and strode out the doors, closing them behind me.
Jacob gave a low whistle when I entered my room, standing next to Renesmee, who was wearing a cute lavender skirt and sweater set, "On the warpath today are we?" I nodded at him and let a small smile curl my lips, "You know it." Renesmee noticed too, "Uncle Kieneson had better watch out now," she said with a grin, "Because Felicity's on the hunt." I laughed in agreement and looked to Jacob, who was starting to speak, "I woke her up and told her what you said; and don't worry, I didn't look while she was getting dressed." I raised my eyebrow at the werewolf, "Good." we all chuckled and then sobered. "So," Jacob said to the two Cullens with him, "shall we go? A lot of the people are awake." Renesmee took his hand, "Let's go," she chirped cheerfully. I smirked, "Let's go get 'em."
Renesmee and Jacob followed me to the door. I opened it and walked out, them walking out behind me. We made our way to the staircase, pausing at the top. "So," I said with a quick look at my companions, eyes gleaming with anticipation, "how should we make our entrance?" "What about Jake and me walk on either side of you going downstairs?" "That's exactly what I was thinking," Jacob said kindly smiling at the vampire hybrid. "That's a great idea," I said, a grin starting to creep its way across my mouth, "that way people can get the full effect of how I look." I flicked my hair once, "And give Kieneson a reason to run for the hills." We moved into the decided formation and made our way down the stairs. My eyes smoldered with fury; watch out Kieneson.
Jacob Black
Walking downstairs with Felicity and Nessie, I looked at Felicity's ice blue eyes, which were stirring with rage. I couldn't help but chuckle; Kieneson was going to have a blizzard on his hands this morning. I couldn't blame her really; as a matter of fact, I was actually kind of looking forward to Felicity verbally (and physically if she wants to) knocking him down a good couple of notches, something she had proved herself extremely capable of on multiple occasions.
Reaching the bottom of the staircase and entering the dining room, the other Cullens came into view sitting at the table, accompanied by Jessica, Lucy, Hope, Dawn, and Ereana, who was looking sort of awkward. When Felicity came into view, all eyes widened; everyone seemed to be dazzled by the girl in black and blue. Alice seemed delighted by her outfit, "Good morning Felicity; I love your clothes choice today." Jessica shot an admiring glance at said outfit, "Me too." Felicity aimed a slightly strained smile at them. "Thank you; good morning everyone," the overwhelming beauty of her voice created an exquisite morning song, effecting everyone present, Nessie and I included, and we all gave blissful sighs, a faraway look on our face. Felicity gave a look that clearly said "Are they okay?" and then looked around the room, eyes narrowed. I could tell what she was thinking in that moment: Is Kieneson here?
When I walked downstairs, I had noticed that Kieneson was indeed in the room, leaning against the wall, bright-eyed and smiling; looking forward to the day ahead. That was, until he saw Felicity enter the room. When he laid eyes on her, he nearly choked on the orange juice he was drinking. Trying his best not to attract her attention, he quietly placed the cup on the kitchen table.
Felicity Cullen
Kieneson was thrown off guard by my hearing him place the cup on the table; his failed attempt to smile proved it. He leaned back once again against the wall, "Good morning Felicity." I didn't reply, instead choosing to roast him with a flaming pit, also known as my eyes, glittering ice blue flames. He pretended to laugh nonchalantly, as if enjoying a private joke. "How was your night?" I said, filled with cruel happiness as he jumped. "Oh, it was great." "Great, you say?" My voice dangerously modulated to sound nonchalant and polite. "Yes." He said smiling a little bit.
Two locks of hair shot out and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him down to my level, a few inches away from me. My arms came forward and took over for my hair, which returned to how it was. My eyes were like an inferno, "Good, because it's going to be fantastic in a moment!"
Emmett's call of, "Oh snap!" added to the sting of my barbed comment.
"Felicity," Kieneson said slightly pleading, "can we talk about this later, when I'm not caught by your hands?" "No." my grip tightened on his shirt, "we talk about this here, and now." "Why now? We're in the presence of the Cullens and the others," Kieneson said, a tiny bit desperate. "It wouldn't matter if they were here or out hunting," I gave a low hiss, "they already know what you did." Kieneson then tried the oldest trick in the book: "What do you mean?" I growled, my eyes crackling with icy flame, "Don't even try to play innocent Kieneson; I can smell the guilt radiating off you."
Kieneson looked as if his heart had dropped to his stomach. "Look Felicity, you need to understand-" "-Oh, I understand completely," my grip tightened even more on his shirt, giving it more wrinkles; "you wanted blood, and not just any blood, human blood." I drew out those two words, letting them drop from my mouth like iron. "You kidnapped the Volturi because of it; you almost killed the other covens because of it; everything you've done to them is because of it!" I shook him back and forth multiple times before stopping. "And you turned a complete 180 and drank Ereana's blood!" I wrenched him closer. "Where's Mr. No-Drinking-Humans now!" "Felicity, you're not the only one who mistook my intentions, I didn't—" "—Does it look like I care? It doesn't matter what your intentions were! The cold, hard truth is that you drank the blood of a human, and there's no getting around it, not even with one of your convoluted scientific explanations!"
My words hung in the air, a shocked silence hanging over the entire room. I pushed Kieneson backwards, away from me, and shot him a look of absolute loathing, eyes glittering with a dangerous ice blue light. Walking over to the table and sitting down next to Renesmee and Jacob with a hand resting on my cheek, I smiled a malicious smirk that went unseen; one thought in my head: I was just the beginning; once the Volturi learned about this; it's going to be war.
Edward Cullen
I over heard Felicity's thoughts despite myself, sneaking a sideways look at her at the breakfast table; I couldn't see her smile, but her eyes glittered. Everything she had said was right; the Volturi would be incensed when they find out that Kieneson drank the blood of a human and that action, no matter his intentions, would be apparent.
Kieneson was slightly dizzy from when Felicity had shoved him away and stiffened, looking at her too his eyes narrowing. His thoughts ran jumbled inside him: angry, frustrated, and enraged. They were running through his mind incomplete, one being thought up before the other had a chance of finish. Jasper who ambled over next me inhaled sharply. "His emotions," he murmured, "they're furious from what Felicity said." 'And from what she thought,' I couldn't resist thinking in my own head.
One moment Kieneson was standing in the dining room and the next moment he was right in front of Felicity. He moved so fast that if I blinked I would've missed it. His face contorted in anger, all his thoughts bubbling over like a pot of boiling water. He leaned down until he was face level with Felicity and unleashed a powerful roar right in her face. I saw her eyes turn white like snow and a weakened expression come over her, like the strength of his scream damaged her. And to the combination of horror and amazement of us all, she was blown right through the wall like a leaf; and Kieneson launched himself through the wall after her.
Felicity Cullen
His sonic scream was like a cyclone tearing through me, his face morphing into an expression of extreme anger. My eyes turned snow white. I felt myself being peeled away from the table, colliding into a wall and tearing through it effortlessly before being flung into the outside under the morning clouds.
Crashing into a nearby tree I made it topple over, the sound echoing in my ears. Moaning quietly, I slid to the dirt floor. My eyes squeezed shut and I clutched my sides. Gasping with pain, I arched my back forward; in that moment I realized that my breathing was coming slightly erratically. My eyes now flew open, 'What happened to me?' I thought. Gathering my currently somewhat scattered wits together, I put my hand on the almost fallen tree and pushed myself onto my feet. Looking back to the house, I saw another shape take off through the gap in the wall with a single flap of their wings; Kieneson.
Testing my mobility and other aspects and finding them unaffected, I walked out from in front of the tree into the open. I faced the direction from where Kieneson had exited the house. A sudden short burst of pain sent me falling to my knees again; my wings burst out, unfolding, an ice blue shimmering shade. Rising to my feet again, I saw Kieneson heading right for me, wings folded. I stood my ground and waited for him to get close enough. His face was contorted in fury, and he was preparing himself for his next attack. I closed my eyes and waited for the right moment, and when he was a few feet away from me, my mouth moved with one word: dodge.
My eyes snapped open, revealing their now ice blue shimmer. Sidestepping with a beat of my wings he lumbered past me going too fast to stop. I turned and faced him once more. He had swiveled around and gave a primitive roar when he realized he had missed. His black wings burst out and he flapped into the air before going horizontal and flying right toward me as if he were an arrow. He was flying at ankle level, so close to the ground. I tensed waiting for the right moment; my wings beat a moment longer as I rose into the air, watching as he went under at full throttle.
I continued dodging, a cruel smile starting to make its way across my mouth. I watched as Kieneson's face grew even angrier as he kept trying to attack but being thwarted at every turn. It wasn't all that special; dodging Kieneson was so easy—his anger clouded his mind completely. I dodged him again, "Its bad losing control, but terrible when you lose it facing a certain opponent…" the smile finished making its way across my mouth, "…me."
I ducked when Kieneson zoomed past my head, the wind blowing as he broke through it. Turning around to face me, his hands crackled with blue light. Sending the light toward me, I was hit before I could get out of the way. Sent sprawling, I gasped when the sharp pain returned again, 'This is bad; what happened?' Why was I feeling this? My mind flashed back to Kieneson's scream and the first round of pain I had faced. 'Something happened to me when Kieneson screamed in my face,' I thought with sudden understanding, 'and his blue light just made it worse.
I rose shakily to my feet, ignoring the pain that was now flowing through me. I let it wash over me instead like a waterfall. Shutting the ice blue orbs, I made my heart beat once; the power that rushed through me like adrenaline pushed the pain away. I breathed in and out, looking at the blur that was Kieneson. He was rushing at me again, eyes burning with the want to hurt me more seriously then the last time. I focused intently on Kieneson and prepared myself to dodge again.
'Wait,' I thought suddenly, 'dodging won't do anything; there's no way of knowing when he'll attack. And that means…' I nodded grimly thinking about it, '…I'll have to attack him first.' I watched Kieneson run toward me faster then a rocket, serious intent in his eyes. Folding my wings I tensed like a cheetah waiting for her prey, waiting until just the right moment to unleash her skills. The heart beat power was still coursing through me like a tidal wave unchallenged. And when the right moment came, a single word appeared in my head: strike.
A few locks of my hair shot forward with the speed and precision of the finest bullet. Reaching him in the blink of an eye they started coiling around my target: his throat. Kieneson's eyes widened as the hair wrapped around his appendage and started struggling, beginning to open his mouth to fire off another scream. My response was immediate: the hair tightened its grip around his throat, constricting him like a python. The scream died before it even had a chance to reach his mouth. I breathed slowly not taking my eyes off Kieneson for a moment; my hair kept its python-like grip on his throat, ready to make any sound die on his lips.
Kieneson couldn't say anything, much less breathe, because of my hair's cobra grip. But his eyes unexpectedly started glowing neon electric blue; the change was so stark I narrowed my eyes and prepared to constrict him further. To my shock, an aura of light in the same color started to appear around him. Looking straight at me he motioned his hands forward, the same glowing aura appearing around them as well.
My hair locks uncoiled like a ribbon around his neck and came back to me. But instead of returning to its dormant state they bound around my own throat. Gasping I attempted to will my hair to let go, the pain returning once more, shooting down my body. 'No…No!' The sharp pain I felt when Kieneson hit me with the blue light was back again, short stabbing pains. Kieneson, now free of the hair, moved his hands again. I felt my muscles seize up and start to move against my will. My arms came behind my back and joined wrists like they were being handcuffed; my legs froze preventing to me to move at all. My pain intensified, "Aah," I breathed. I wanted to fall onto my knees, move my arms to free my throat, but I couldn't.
A sound made the struggle pause. When Kieneson turned his head to the direction of the noise his control was broken. My hair retreated from my throat and snaked back to my head. My body sprang from their restraints, leaving me standing. I turned my eyes gold like the Cullens while my skin turned to their same pale shade. My hair sprang up and turned into my bronze, no-layered, curly human hairstyle, my curls falling a few inches past my shoulder. "Someone's coming!" Kieneson said alarmed. "Felicity, we need to cover up the vaporized forest from yesterday!" Having snapped out of his blind rage, he looked around in horror at the demolished forest that used to be so proud.
"Not us—you," He looked at me in astonishment. "This is your problem, not mine." A piercing pain sent my body swaying. Looking up at Kieneson, I gave him one last smirk as the hurt rippled through me, "Good luck explaining this to the new arrivals." I fell to the ground, succumbing to the pain at last, and blacked out.
Jacob Black
When I saw Felicity fall to the ground it was all I could do to not transform into a werewolf and brutally attack Kieneson right then and there. What had he done to her?
Renesmee whimpered and clung close to me, "Felicity," she said looking at me with her brown eyes. Patting her back comfortingly, I focused my glare at Kieneson. He was looking in the other direction as if having heard something. To be honest I had heard something too; heightened hearing was one of the things that came with being a werewolf. Then, as if he had been pricked with a long needle, he jumped into the air, unfolded his wings, and flitted around the area. Kieneson moved at hypersonic speed, becoming only a blur to my eyes. I watched as he lifted fallen trees to stand, cleared away all the debris, and double checked the holographic forest he put up in order to cover up all his devastation from the fight he had with the other covens.
Carlisle rushed out of the house to behold the scene, "What's going…?"
"Everything will be fine," Kieneson cut him off before he could finish, "just act casual and don't be suspicious." Finishing up, he landed in front of the doctor with an anxious look on his face. Just then Carlisle noticed Felicity, the fallen Super Vampire, and gasped.
The other Cullens, accompanied by the rest of us, raced up to them. Rosalie had overheard the part about 'to not be suspicious'. She too, looked at Felicity and then gave Kieneson a signature Rosalie Hale 'you're a first class idiot' look mixed with a 'what did you do to her?' face, "And how is that not suspicious?"
Not looking her way, he focused his attention on Edward. "Make sure you don't use your mind reading abilities when they arrive." he looked towards the trees and took a deep breath as if to prepare himself.
"Who's 'they'?" Emmett asks sharply which was unlike him.
As it was with Blondie, Kieneson looked the other way. Alice took in a sudden, short breath, eyes turning blank. She stared straight ahead as if she saw something from the great beyond, something that only she could see. Her eyes were glazed over as if covered by a sheet of glass. The others glanced at her as she lifted her hand and pointed in the same direction Kieneson had been looking. Alice was having a vision. Kieneson looked at her with a troubled face and his facial muscles relaxed when she returned from La La Land. She turned to him with a face that looked as if she knew bad news. Nothing came out of her mouth.
Edward Cullen
A motor broke the silence, coming toward us at a fast pace. Heads whipped forward, hearing the sound but frantically searching to find the source. A black shiny surface careened through the forest, dodging trees, obstacles, and stray objects as the purr of the engine came nearer. Multi-terrain tires ate up the ground as they overcame the final obstruction. With an intimidating emblem that had the letters FBCR, a gleaming, black Hummer h3 screeched to a stop in front of us. Jacob pulled Renesmee close as she clenched tightly to him, looking at Felicity with a worried face. Giving the werewolf a brief protective glare, I reached for Bella's hand and gently tugged her to my side. "What's happening?" Hope was starting to get afraid. Jessica, Ereana, and Lucy looked at the machine with a mounting fear as well, gazing upon it with wide eyes. Carlisle sucked in his breath as he looked at Felicity and said, "We'll find out soon enough."
As the door blew open on the driver side of the Hummer, a tall Japanese man in a black suit stepped out, a straight, his straight, emotionless face surveying the area, like a hired hit man. Immediately, 11 other men piled out of the elongated armed force style vehicle with many strange machines in hand.
"Agent Jama, FBCR, I'm the Field Commander of this expedition, which one of you is Carlisle Cullen?" the Japanese man says as he flashes a big black badge, embossed with gold and silver lettering.
"FBCR?" Rosalie blurts, apparently not knowing the protocol for when Federals show up on your front door.
"Agent Jama!" Emmett remarks, laughing hard at his name.
"Its Japanese for Intrusion, which is what we're doing per court order Mr. Emmett" he says with no emotion, making me feel a tad uneased, especially considering the fact I was used to reading people's minds, leaving me in the dark as it was.
"Edward…whatever you do, do not use your mind powers" Kienny whispers, directing it so that only I could hear.
I shrugged, to indicate my question as to why. In reply, he stated, "Because some of their equipment detects brainwave activity, and its way more advanced than anything other than what's in my employ, so keep your mind shut man"
I was about to ask why they would have that kind of stuff, until Jama answered my question.
"FBCR stands for Federal Bureau of Crypto zoological Research, our Satellites detected an unusually high level of sonic energy in this area, but we couldn't get an exact measure, so we're here to look for the cause and try to determine if it was supernatural in origin" Jama says concisely.
This immediately set off alarms in my head. If the government seriously believed in the existence of paranormal creatures, that could mean we would be in deep trouble, and possibly have a long fight ahead. As I turned to look at Kieneson, I saw he was holding Ereana tightly, just like I had done for Bella not too long ago when James came to town.
"I've never heard of this FBCR before" Carlisle says, his tone indicating am mixture of anger and curiosity.
"And you never will Dr. Carlisle Cullen…or do your colleagues know you better as "Miracle Cure Cullen" Jama says coldly, flashing a sly grin at the secret nickname his fellow workers had given him. Carlisle nearly gasped, and probably would have turned white if he was still human at the mention of it.
"How did you get that information?" Carlisle says, his tone aghast and horrified.
"We had your clinic wire tapped months ago; word of your miraculous surgeries with little to no special tools got us very interested, and we also decided to put a tail on you and your…"Family" in the event you decide to move Carlisle" Jama replies.
Immediately, we were all outraged, but none seemed as furious as my father.
"You've been spying on me!" Carlisle states, his voice raised enough to earn a glance from all of us for half a second. His mouth was set in a straight line, eyes deadly serious.
Ignoring his anger, Jama cocked his gun, and his previous smirk deepened into an irritated frown.
"Watch your tongue Doctor" Jama warns, his tone clearly showing he had no room for tolerance for outbursts of anger.
Grudgingly, my father stayed his urge to scream, My father didn't say anything else and Jama began to spin his gun on his finger like a fancy cowboy. "So far that was the most intriguing information we've obtained, but we think that the incident with sonic energy here may yield new and exciting data," he snaps his fingers, causing the other 11 men to jump into action and begin brandishing all kinds of beeping, glowing tech that I hadn't seen anywhere but science fiction and Kieneson's lab. "No, that's it, this is where I draw the line," Carlisle's eyes snap at the domineering agent, "You're disturbing myself and my family." His voice changes to jagged cold at the statement, "I want you and your Men in Black out of here."
Jama responded by shoving a piece of paper into his face as he walked over to check on one of the men checking the roses with a strange scanner.
"That court order is signed by your local district judge, Seattle's District Attorney, and Washington State's Highest Judge Magistrate; deny us the right to do our surveys and you'll be arrested by your own local police force" Jama says from several yards away.
The team of special agents fanned out and started investigating the area, scanning everything from a leaf on the ground to a flower bush, the beeping and glowing of their tech giving off the image of robotic light bugs. They even examined an ant that was busily carrying a dried piece of honey.
"I think I found something," a young spiky blonde haired man called out excitedly on his hands and knees pointing his beeping device at the oblivious ant. Another man with shoulder length red hair bustled over to examine his find and smacked his forehead. "That's a piece of honey you moron."
"Come on Agent Ramirez, Agent O'Toole, back to work! By the way," Jama said pointedly to Carlisle, "We're not Men In Black." He scoffed as if it was the dumbest thing in the world.
"You're not?" Lucy said confused.
"Of course we're not, this isn't the movie," the Japanese man huffed, "do these suits look black to you?" he gestured to the aforementioned article, a nice three piece suit in a shade of dark chestnut brown, "We're the Men In Brown." Rosalie crossed her arms and sneered at the bustling men, muttering sardonically, "How idiotic." She delivered a scathing glare to an agent who foolishly stuck a scanner in her face, "Do you mind?"
The man, Agent Ramirez, yanked the scanner back and scurried away, thankful to have gotten away with his head.
"Why should we be afraid of you?" Kieneson states as he walks over and looms over Jama like the giant he was.
"Well Goliath, for one thing we're government officials with the power to throw you into federal prison" Jama replies coolly, causing Kieneson to crack his knuckles.
"Kieneson, remember, we're supposed to stay cool" I respond, realizing where Jama was pushing him.
Emmett snapped his head to face Jama, "Men in Brown?" he pronounced the name as if a plate of month-old salmon was placed in front of his nose. "What kind of name is that?"
"Watch your tongue Mr. Hale," Jama's nostrils flared, "You also have the chance of being thrown in jail like Mr. Kieneson here."
I noticed those two agents, Ramirez and O'Toole, scurry left and right, going over everything with their scanners. They approached Felicity, who was still out cold, only to stop abruptly. Jacob and Renesmee had moved in to block her from view, and Jacob's glare would've frozen their bone marrow in an instant. My daughter's glare was less frightening, but it was still intimidating to see a glare on a young girl's face. The two agents backed away with their eyes wide and staring.
"O'Toole, Ramirez!" Jama barked at them, "What did I tell you guys earlier? Back to work!" he sighed, "It's so hard to find competent work these days," he commented to Carlisle.
"I wonder why," Jessica muttered sarcastically.
Upon hearing her sarcastic comment, the agents turned onto her with a suspicious look. "You're looking rather suspicious, why are you wearing a hoodie on such a warm day?" Jama asks with doubt.
Suddenly a faint sound steadily grew stronger. I heard paws clearing any obstacles that came in their way, heard the incensed growls escaping their jaws.
"Sir!" Ramirez scuttled over to Jama. "Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" the Japanese man said coolly looking at the new recruit as if he was the most boring thing on the planet.
"The wolves!" he said in a hushed whisper, "I heard them just now!"
I saw the flashes of fur in the distance as they leapt from rock to rock, saw the ears pinned back against their heads.
"Nonsense Agent Ramirez," Jama scoffed at the hapless young man, "there was no indication of wolves on our radar."
At that moment haunting howls permeated the forest, sending chills up the spines of the humans. The quavering notes hung in the air for what seemed like hours before fading away. After a few seconds of quiet they would start again, but this time they could sound closer. The ground beat under their furious strides, teeth gnashed together inside mouths, another howl vibrated in the air, sending 15 ravens soaring out of their tree, cawing in anger and swooped low over the Men in Brown's heads as they flew away to safety.
Jama took a step backward warily casting his eyes to where the howls came from.
"What'd I tell you!" shouted Ramirez.
"Shut up!" Jama bellows.
Rosalie actually smirked towards where the Men in Brown stood apprehensively. "Don't trust what you see on scanners, they may be false—like you." she laughs.
Suddenly, from the still standing area of forest, Sam and his pack burst out, growling and snarling like mad as they dashed toward Jama and his men in a feint charge. Just before they collided with the Men in Brown, they veered to the left and did a full 180 degree turn and began to head back toward the woods.
I then realized what they were doing, they were luring them away from us, to make our group seem like innocent bystanders to the incident that had occurred yesterday, brilliant!
"After them!" Jama shouted furiously to his men as he dashed toward the Hummer h3.
"Sir, what about the C—?"
"O'Toole, obey your superior and get in the damn car!" The man's eyes beamed with fervor as he looked to where the wolves had gone. "Did you see the size of those animals? This could be valuable information for the Federation, we must follow the wolves immediately!" Jama shouts, pointing in the direction the wolves fled.
O'Toole and Ramirez exchanged a knowing look, something along the lines of "our boss is a little nutty", and trailed said boss until they piled into the Hummer, equipment neglected in the trunk. With a squeal and a skid of tires flinging up dirt and debris, the car roared to life and zoomed away from us, away from our family, away from our home. Ramirez stuck his head out the window and gazed at us until the Hummer disappeared into the foliage, obscuring his spiky blond head from view.
Agent Ramirez
Practically diving into the car with relief I leaned back against the leather seat and slowly breathed out. Oh man, did I epically fail on this mission so far. And it was my first too! Earth to Ramirez, this would be a disaster on your resume, along with the fact that you're working for the Men in Brown. I mean seriously, that name makes it sound as if I'm working for a crew of Will Smith wannabes.
"Bro," I said to my redhead friend, "our first mission and we looked like complete idiots."
"Don't worry about it Julio," Marcus O'Toole proclaims to me in a trademark carefree tone, "we have the power of the rookies on our side. Remember, since we're new, we can afford to mess up." He gave me a thump on the back, "Now let's say we have a few drinks when we get back to base and this mission is over all right?"
I grinned. "Bro, you don't need to tell me twice when booze is involved." Sticking my head out the window I looked at the Cullen family as they quickly escaped from my line of vision. You didn't have to be part of the Men in Brown to know that this weird family was hiding something, and it was our job to figure out what!
Leaning back into the car I slowly pulled out my scanner and looked at the strand of hair that it had caught from the unconscious girl when I was getting the hell away from the tall tanned dude and the little chica. I didn't know what sort of importance it had, but I was gonna show it to Jama anyway. Who knows, maybe it'll actually mean something.
Kieneson Cullen
"What have you done!" Jacob rounded on me with a livid scowl.
"I believe we would all like to know that right about now."
We all whirled around and came face-to-face with the Volturi, standing in their usual attire of black robes looking as if they had just caught their daughter sneaking into the castle with hay in her hair. "Why were those men here Carlisle?" Aro asked narrowing his eyes, "Haven't you caused enough trouble?"
"Don't you dare blame my father for this Aro," I snarled taking a brash step forward. If Aro was going to bag on Carlisle, he would have to get through me first.
Ereana sharply broke into the conversation, "Kieneson! This is no time to be fighting. Tell the Volturi about what just happened—now."
Sheepish at my abrupt display of aggressiveness I stepped back, swearing I could hear Alice giggling in the background. "Y-yes Ereana," I looked at Aro coldly as I began speaking…
"—And then the wolves came in out of nowhere and distracted them. The Men in Brown are currently on a wild goose chase with Sam's pack in the lead."
I saw Alec, standing next to his sister, spy Felicity on the ground. His red eyes widened and he let out a strangled gasp, breaking away from his position next to Jane and ran towards her, reaching her body in record time. No words came out of his mouth as he knelt down by her side.
All attention was redirected to my sister as she lay unconscious on the earth. "What did you do to her!" Aro thundered, not boding well with the news that the federal government was in Washington to investigate Carlisle.
"Me? Why is it that whenever my little sister is hurt I'm the one who always ends up getting blamed!" I shouted right back, my temper flaring as it so often did lately.
"Because you're the one who always hurts her" Jane's words hit me like a sack of bricks. Ereana looked at me with disappointment written all over her face; that hit me like a freight train.
Renesmee pulled Jacob to where Felicity lay and everyone else followed. Gathered around her, we all stared down at the fallen Super Vampire, face down in the dirt, looking like an angel who had lost a battle against a demon.
I did this to her. Those words repeated in my scientific mind which was even then trying to come up with an explanation of how I didn't do it. But there was no excuse, it was I who did this to her.
Rosalie's glare could've burned ice cubes. "Chaos and destruction ever since you've arrived, is that all you're capable of?"
The silence was deafening.
Carlisle placed his hand on her pulse for a few moments, listening intently. His eyes widened and his mouth twitched downwards in worry. Looking up at everyone present he voiced what everyone seemed to have on his mind, "We need to get her back to the house and regroup."