A/N: It appears this Ivan character is going to be trouble and no one is exactly sure who he is. Could it be her maker? We'll see. You may be a little surprised at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 21 – Revenge of a Monster

If there was one thing Ivan loved about the modern age, it was the convenience and comfort of travel. No more ships that sometimes took weeks to sail across the Atlantic. No more horse and carriages… the smell and the bouncing could make anyone motion sick. No more walking sometimes miles a day just to grab something from the store and then go back home. No, the modern era was much more comfortable and Ivan relished it was ease. He could run all the way to Forks, Washington, getting there long before a car would, but he wasn't a heathen. He was a sophisticated gentleman and would arrive at his own leisure; besides, it was bound to get messy later, so may as well enjoy the comfort of travel now.

Chuckling to himself in the backseat of the black car he currently housed himself in, Ivan shook his head and sighed, "Oh Christine, why do ye have to make tings se difficult. Why did ye kill tem? Why did ye kill her? Why did ye go wit him, allow him te do tat te tem?" Normally tapered down, he let his brogue color his words and tone.

He glanced out the window and could see the trees passing by in a blur, and his thoughts turned to a time long gone…

Flashback…

A sense of urgency shook him as he rushed through the fields towards the manor house. Growling and hissing could be heard inside, and as he peered into the window, he saw her. He saw her bite the people who were held prisoner in the dining room. He watched her drain them of blood and throw their corpses to the side when they no longer had blood left to drink. This was not Christine, not his Christine. This woman was a stranger… a monster, and she wasn't alone. Did she do this for him?

Running away, he hid in the chicken coop in he hopes that they would not find him. Hours passed, maybe days, he was no longer sure, but as he emerged from the coop, he slowly made his way to the house and turned the nob to open the front door. A massacre awaited him. They were all dead, the whole family. She had done this… her and her partner. No longer the girl he loved, trusted, and would do anything to protect, he made it is sworn duty to bring them both down… and he would do whatever it took to do it.

Without much thought, he grabbed one of the smaller paintings that was on a table and rushed out. For what he was about to do, everyone needed to think he was dead. Everyone needed to believe he perished as the others had. He was about to sell his soul to the devil, and for that, he might as well no exist any longer.

There were tales that circulated through the highlands that had made their way to the lowlands of the monsters that sometimes roamed the towns in search of blood to drink… vampires. They also had the power to turn a human immortal, and that is exactly what he needed right now. He could not die before he sent Christine to hell, and after that he would gladly join her there. His beautiful, sweet, innocent Christine… how had this happened? How had she allowed that man to…? Gone, they were all gone and soon he would be as well.

Following the whispers of the old people who liked to talk whilst high in their cups, he found himself heading further and further north, tracking something he didn't know how to track. And then he found one. Moving through a village, the townsfolk were mourning the loss of two girls and one man. All three were found completely drained of their blood the day before and were set to be buried. Each would have a wreath of garlic placed around their necks and a stake driven through their unbeating hearts before they were dropped into the ground so that they could not rise again. The devil took them and the village had to protect the remaining folk from another attack. This was the only way.

Only a day. He had missed his target by only a day. Picking up his pace, he worked his way through the area surrounding the town in the hopes of finding a clue. As the sun set, he made camp deep within the woods and tried to think of his next move. He had to find this monster! But it found him…

Being grabbed from behind, he tried to fight the thing that held him, but it was too strong and felt like ice when he touched its skin. He called out, "Please, I beg of you don't kill me. Change me!"

A cold, dead, unfeeling laugh permeated the air around the camp, "Change you? Why would I do that?"

The accent was not Scottish… English perhaps? He wasn't sure, but it mattered not. Risking it, he moved his eyes until he was looking into the eyes of the very monster he wanted to become and gasped. Red glowing eyes greeted him… just like Christine's new eyes. He almost lost his nerve, but he would not back down. He had to avenge the deaths of the people those monsters killed, and the only way to do that was to become a monster himself. "I…I need te kill someting like ye."

"Like me? I could just kill you now and save my race from a would-be assassin."

"Nay! Please I beg o ye. Please change me!"

Laughing, the monster finally conceded, "You interest me. Aye, I will change you, and when you wake up, you will be a monster as well. You will crave blood and kill people. There is no turning back now." Without waiting for an answer, the monster bit his prey on the arm and drank some of the blood before releasing him. Hearing the screams that started shortly after that, he laughed again, "Oh this will be fun."

Was it an eternity, a few hours, one day, five days that passed? How long had he suffered that burning agony before he finally felt no more pain, until he opened his eyes to a new world that surrounded him? Instantly on his feet when he heard something behind him, he hissed and caught something that was thrown his way. The smell was overpowering and too delicious to ignore. Allowing his instincts to take over, he ripped into the flesh and drank, allowing the warm liquid to sooth the ache and burning that lingered in his throat. When he was done with that one, another was thrown at him, and he did the same thing. As he threw that one away as well, he looked down and realized they were bodies… he was the monster he had desperately wanted to become… and he remembered his reason, he remembered his need for revenge… he remembered the faces he wanted to avenge!

"Oi, I will teach you what you need to know and we will travel together, but remember that I can kill you if I want to," his creator said.

He wanted to fight him, to attack, but why didn't he? He was never sure, but they stayed with each other for five years before separating. He needed to find Christine, and his maker had found a redhead to satisfy himself with. A parting was necessary.

End Flashback…

Ivan had spent time and resources in order to find Christine. It shouldn't have been so difficult, but it was. Of course there were times when he hadn't been looking for her because he was too busy helping others. It was either that or lose his life before he was ready, and besides the Volturi paid well and supported his lifestyle, supplying him with information when they received it… like werewolves found in Forks. All in all, it had taken so much time to find her, and when he finally did, he had the perfect little pawn to usher in his arrival. Watching Christine struggle and fear like an animal caught in a trap, that had been his plan, and it was all worth it. She needed to know that there was no escape, to know that she was nothing more like livestock going to slaughter, to know she was being hunted and would be executed just like she had done to the others that day.

Was he a killer? Yes, he had killed many people during his time as a monster, and he was prepared to pay for his sins… right after Christine paid for hers. He would be the person to meet out justice and watch as her face recognized her accuser right before she turned to ash and died for her crimes. After that, he didn't care what happened to him. His wealth, his status, all of it could burn to the ground and he didn't care. He would have the one thing he craved most in the world, even more than blood, revenge.

Cullen house…

"Ivan will be here today," Alice announced running into the living room where Seth and Chris were sitting with Jasper, the two men playing a video game.

Pausing the game quickly, Jasper was momentarily at his mate's side and pulled her into his strong embrace, "Darlin' are you sure?"

Alice nodded and returned the hug, "Yes, he will be here soon."

Seth glanced at his own mate and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. He could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes, "Alice, do you know which way he is coming up?"

"Main road through Forks. Black car with tinted windows. I can't see his face, but he comes with at least four other vampires," the seer responded.

Slightly shocked, Seth asked, "Car? Don't most vampires run when they want to get somewhere in a hurry?"

"I think he is doin this on purpose. Takin his time and buildin the anticipation," Jasper stated.

The wolf felt his mate stiffen and he pulled her closer, "He is not going to get you."

"I jus wish I culd remember what I fergot," Chris muttered. She had been trying to think, but each time her memory came up blank. Something was missing, something big.

Kissing the side of Chris's head, Seth set his eyes upon the Confederate Major, "So how do you want to do this?"

"I think it would be better if we don't let him reach town," Jasper told them. His eyes shifted to Chris, "I want you there, but hidden. We need to know if you recognize this Ivan character."

Chris nodded her agreement, "Aye." Her voice sounded meek and small once again. She was a strong woman, and yet, for the first time in a long time she felt helpless.

"I'll call the others. All y'all need to get ready to go. I think we need to get there ASAP," Jasper declared and called the others, sending the word out to the tribe and his coven. Once done, he said, "Let's go find us some crazies."

They group made their way to their destination, sticking to the woods, and stopping about fifteen miles outside of town. Jasper had also called Charlie and gave him the word to pull back his men from the area, and the chief had no problem in complying. Soon the others joined them and now it was just a matter of time.

"They are a mile away," Alice announced.

Sam, Jacob, Jasper, Seth, Edward, and Emmett moved to stand in the road and block Ivan's entrance into Forks. Even if a battle happened, they could not allow Ivan and his minions to gain access to the town. Two black cars appeared in the distance and slammed on their breaks skidding to a stop.

In the second car, Ivan laughed at their poor attempts to stop him. He would get what he wanted, even if he had to deal with these people first. Stepping out of the car, he walked towards them, sending his mental orders to them to move out of the way… and then he stopped. Why wasn't it working? Scanning the area, he could feel the presence of others even if he couldn't see them. Did they have some sort of power he didn't know about?

The moment Ivan turned his head, Chris gasped. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be.

"What's wrong?" Rosalie questioned her so quietly a human, or someone a distance away, could not hear.

"It's not possible," Chris whimpered.

"What?"

"John, it's me broter John," the Scottish vampire cried.

A/N2… for those curious Ivan is John in Russian.