April 5, 2020 Update: Good news! I got my act together and slapped together a chapter that has been submitted for beta review. Optimistic I will be posting Ch 14 at the end of this month or early May! :) P.s. I'll delete all these update notes when next chapter is posted.


March 31, 2020 Update: This post is for anon readers who check the story for an update. Ch 14 is difficult to draft right now. I think I am going to work my way backwards until it falls into place. In the meantime, I would just check this story for an update once a month on the last day of the month, if you wish. that's all! Stay healthy!


Shout out to my awesome Beta, Lady Sloane! Seriously, she elevated this chapter so much. I never knew how much this story could be improved with a beta T_T

Chapter theme: Bella is not afraid to fall anymore. Response to reviews at the end. Enjoy!


The Phoenix

Chapter 13

Leaning into the corner of my seat, I craned my head to look out the oval window. A muffled cry escaped my mouth while I stared at the runway littered with flight crew handlers in neon yellow safety vests and other planes. Counting the miles and projecting the days I would go without seeing them all again, if not forever, weakened me into a miserable state as the reality of my situation sunk in.

I could do this though. Because of everything I went through. Jessica and Paul, while making a significant impact on my life, had only come into my life six months ago. I could make new friends.

I was determined to find meaning to my life. My purpose. Beneath that superficial need lingered unavoidable thoughts of how this trip to a new life would help me answer a question I couldn't escape.

I couldn't hide from it anymore or deny it.

How do I survive and live with my grief?

I hadn't talked about it to anyone. Ever. Even at the funeral. I didn't know how to start allowing those feelings to permeate through me.

I had always been distant about it. Unfeeling. A mishmash of feelings that never once crossed into grief territory. I hadn't allowed it. I struck a bargain with my grief the night of Charlie's funeral that I would succumb to it when Victoria was dead. And she had been dead for six days.

It was unsettling that I always felt I was looking over my shoulder or on edge waiting for that foreign emotion to paralyze me at any moment.

I couldn't stick around Forks for my eventual breakdown. I didn't want them to see what shape I would be in after being so strong and fearless for so long. Paul and Jess wouldn't know how to handle that side of me. Hell, I didn't know what to expect either.

While working on that, I figured I wanted to do good in this world and find my peace to avoid the damage of the guilt I still suffered.

I watched the glass window pane my cheek was pressed up against fog up as I released a breathy sigh. My fingers traced my initials on the fogged-up window. If I was going to breakdown, I would do my best to prevent the start of it from occurring on a ten-hour plane ride.

I bent over to rummage through my backpack under the seat in front of me and pulled out my newest reading material, "The Last Wish". My kickoff to The Witcher book series.

I thumbed through the paperback book to pick up on chapter two, where I last left off before boarding the flight. I was ready to get lost into a different world of monsters with an anti-hero protagonist. It was replacement reading material for my well worn out copy of Wuthering Heights that I had tossed out sometime after Charlie had died.

"Hello." I briefly glanced at the gentleman on my left, my neighbor in first class, offering unnecessary pleasantries as he pushed his carry-on luggage into the overhead bin. I offered a curt nod, unwilling to divert my full attention from the book in my hands.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" I gnashed my back molars together in irritation, unsure of the stranger's intention in attempting to engage me in frivolous small talk.

"Not so much," I answered in a low and clipped voice.

"Hmmmm...well that's disappointing. I was hoping for a change with a new recruit." My shoulders straightened in attention and my grip on the pages of my paperback book was on the verge of doing some permanent damage. "Everyone is so silent and broody. You're an anomaly for recruitment, so I was hoping you would be a touch different. Add some razzle-dazzle."

Confusion pulsed within me. I swallowed before twisting in my seat to provide him with my full, undivided attention thanks to some pertinent key words he just said. The gentleman removed his navy baseball cap while taking his seat next to me, and his sandy blond waves cascaded over his head in a disheveled look stopping just short of his shoulders.

I hadn't been paying attention before. But now? Now I noticed his familiar colorless skin with which arm by arm comparison made a pale person such as myself look tan. My eyes traced the handsome features of his face from his slender nose to his prominent jaw. By all accounts he had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. He displayed a rare beauty about him I had only seen in seven people before. I had skipped over his eyes originally because I was denying what I knew. When I summoned the courage to peer into them, the dark brown coloring the iris was masking a bright color glowing just beneath the surface.

No! Maybe I am wrong? If he is from the Order, he can't…

On instinct I touched his exposed hand resting on the arm rest meant for only his occupancy. We weren't in economy and forced to share one. My hand shivered from the ice-cold touch of his skin as I confirmed what he was.

"Are you here to kill me?" I hissed while mentally reviewing my options for impromptu weapons on a plane. Unfortunately, making an exit was not an option at this point.

"No, my dear." His charming laugh set me on edge. "We are on the same team. I am your mentor, so to speak. Or maybe escort? How else did you imagine getting around once in Amsterdam?"

"You're part of the Order?!" I exclaimed in a hushed tone as I recalled we were in a public setting. I frantically eyeballed his appearance for some sort of tall-tale sign I made the correct assessment.

"Someone had to break the mold for non-human recruits for the Order, love." He sent me a sly wink with his fake brown right eye.

I choked on the breath of air I inhaled at the unwanted pet name and in disapproval of his wink. "Gross. Am I special or do you call all females with that term of affection?" I stuck out my tongue at him while mimicking a gagging gesture.

"Both." I delivered a quick glare.

"Peachy. Why did they let you in if you still...drink..." I shifted my eyes around us uncomfortably. We were in first class but still I wasn't sure how private our conversation was. I cleared my throat. "Well, you catch my drift."

My face scrunched while he clicked his tongue in disapproval. "We can go over that later, Bella." Without any warning, my stomach flipped on cue by the sound of how my name rolled off his tongue. It was delicate. Intimate. And I didn't like that at all.

"Alright, you know me…" I snarked. "And who might you be?"

A devilish smile sprawled on his face. He was trouble. I just knew it.

"Your escort, remember?"

An aggravated grunt fled my lips as annoyance catapulted through me and sidelined my urge to ignore him and return to my book. "Name," I insisted.

A slim, pale finger waved in front of my face in a metronome like fashion. "Temper, temper, Bella. Those wolves rubbed off on you a touch too much."

"You know?" I asked indignantly.

"Enough."

"Stop being so cryptic. It's annoying." Vexation had to be radiating off my skin at this point in our conversation thanks to this insufferable asshole who apparently was my escort to the Order.

He began to fiddle with the magazines and pamphlets lining the interior pocket of the chair in front of him. "You get used to it."

"Or not." I blatantly rolled me eyes for my audience.

"That too." I tried to ignore the innocent curve to his lips and refocus my attention back to the well bent and crinkled pages of my book.

"Are you going to talk to me the whole flight?"

His delayed response amplified my anticipation that our conversation was finally over.

"Nah. I am good now." I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding while awaiting his reply. "Just wanted to get a feel for you. You haven't disappointed thus far. But there is time."

I scoffed as I smoothed the pages of my book. His voice reminded me of Edward's. Velvety and smooth. Drawing me in to hear it more. But I purged that thought immediately.

Damn vampires and their ability to dazzle you.

"Great." I pulled my book up to my face and pointedly asserted that I was going to resume reading.

"Ah yes, read that series. It's good. A bit unrealistic in the fantasy world department."

"Why, no vampires?" I quipped whole not removing my eyes from the pages. Then I mentally chastised myself for falling into the trap of being sucked into further conversation.

"Actually, yes. But their idea of vampires is very wrong. It always is."

"I thought we were done talking."

"We were. I'm bored."

"Don't you have lots of practice of keeping to yourself?"

"True. But one finds it difficult in the company of a beautiful lady."

"Not interested."

"Aren't you tempted by my looks?" His jest didn't go over my head. I turned the page in my book despite not absorbing a single word I read on it. I discreetly dog eared the top corner of the page in case I continued on the path of pretending to read.

"Been there. Done that. Hard pass," I muttered in annoyance.

"Enlighten me." His curious tone seemed genuine.

"Maybe in Amsterdam."

"Touché. Not a little hint though?"

"You wish. No. I am off the market anyways."

"Boyfriend?"

"Grief. I don't have room for anyone else." Saying it out loud made it feel more real. I promised myself I wouldn't hide from it anymore and I meant that. I knew I wasn't required to be this honest. Let alone with a stranger. But somehow it seemed a little easier talking about it on my own terms with someone that didn't know my past. Or so I hoped. I wasn't sure what my mentor/escort had been informed of with my invitation. Or what was known about my past in general to the Order.

Finally, common sense knocked into me and I had the sensibility to ask a pertinent question.

"How do you guys know about me? How did I get an invitation?"

He brushed a loose lock of hair gracing his high cheek bone behind his ear. "I am just the escort. You'll have to ask Maximus that one."

"Okay. Fine. Can I read now?"

"Can I ask who died?"

I huffed and combatted the grief spiking in me and the thought of revealing more hard truths to this stranger. "My dad. One of your kind killed him."

"I'm sorry to hear that. We're not all bad or monsters."

"I know. My ex wasn't."

"Intriguing." He began to tap his fingers on the arm rest. "That never happens. Never. In all my travels. Sure, we find you humans fun but nothing ever serious."

"Well it didn't last. He broke up with me."

"Oh, is that how you got your first kill?" A full, carefree laugh tickled my throat at the thought of what he mentioned.

"No…We buried the hatchet and just are on different paths."

"Sounds like you have an interesting story, Bella Swan."

I shrugged while pressing my lips into a thin line. "Perhaps. Not an average one to say the least."

"Tell me more then."

"If I say enough, will you let me read in peace?"

"The odds are in your favor." I closed my book and set it on my lap, ready to dive into a half-hearted version of my story. I was reluctant to share this with a near stranger, but at least I might be allowed a chance of a quiet flight at some point.

...

Dusk was falling as we began to walk on a gravel path. Embarrassingly enough when I had imagined the location of the Order on the flight, I had envisioned walking to a grand castle in a secluded area surrounded by decay and ruins, cut off from the city. But nope, turns out it was hidden in plain sight. The perimeter of the premises was fenced off in addition to being monitored 24/7 by security. Hence, they had no worry for some elaborate coverup to warn off trespassers, nosey townspeople and stupid tourists.

Garrett had mentioned that the city had once begged Maximus to sell his land to turn it into a park. It was still an ongoing fight, but one they would never win with Maximus's family's legacy. No, not the vampire killing one. His family was old money in the community that helped the economic growth of Amsterdam and Netherlands as a whole for over the last two centuries. And that money stemmed from the profit of killing vampires, which apparently was a lucrative business, in Europe. The perception of where the money came from had several different origin stories, but none of them were even a light year close to the truth.

When darkness began to cloak our path, small lights I never noticed before lit up the edges of our walking path and in the distance, I saw we had almost reached our destination. Garrett continued to ramble on about the history of the Order, but I was too enamored by our current whereabouts to pay him any mind.

I am here.

In Amsterdam.

At the headquarters of a Secret Order started by Abraham fucking Van Helsing.

It is real.

This was something I could never have even dared to dream. When I first began my vendetta to take down Victoria, I had joked about it, but I had never thought it would actually come true.

The path ended at metal gates. Garrett pointed out a blinking red light in a tree overreaching the gate's highest point by at least 10 feet, and the gates opened, as if beckoning us inside. I nodded at the camera before following Garrett's lead through the gate. Just when I thought I was about to see the mansion in all its glory, we had at least a football field's length to walk. Bright lights lit up the grounds…and it was hard not to jump to the conclusion these were training grounds. I had a feeling that I would become well acquainted with the field of grass I was walking across in the future to come.

Once the mansion came into view, my jaw dropped. I released a low, impressed whistle while trying to find the end of the brick manor on either side. Cast iron gargoyles were popping their ugly heads out under the trim of the tiled roof every five feet or so. I wasn't sure if I found them creepy or badass. It was the sort of house I never could have imagined but then again, I was culturally limited with no time spent outside of the United States until now.

I wasn't disappointed as my eyes drank in the exterior of my future living corridors. I was becoming more excited to absorb the interior of the mansion and the kind of people who inhabited it. Those who belonged in the Order. Which was good timing as Garrett began to push me along the path because through my haze of excitement, I heard him murmuring he was growing impatient with my doddling.

"Bella, are you listening to me?" I snapped my attention to the fact Garrett was blocking off my entry into the house. The giant dark stained wooden door, ingrained with symbols I had no earthly clue of what they meant, was parted a few inches but he was for some reason adamant we needed to talk more. We had talked for too long already. Wasn't he tired of it? I was.

"No, I didn't catch what you were saying."

"I figured as much. This is important. You need to listen otherwise they will descend on you like a pack of vultures."

I wafted my right hand in the air to display a carefree indifference but hinting I would indulge him. It was all an act. I knew his influence would only go so far with the human members of the Order. I needed to stop getting lost in La-la-land and pay attention. That much I knew, but my exterior did not give away how diligent I intended to listen to his next words and take mental notes.

Garrett popped out his contacts in one swift motion with one hand. Color me impressed. But he was putting on a serious face with his real eyes on display and his demeanor oozed "take me seriously, Bella".

And I was!

Though a part of me couldn't help but notice his eyes were not as vibrant as Victoria's had been when we faced off. It was a back story I intended on following up with him at another time, but I trusted Garrett even though it was not his previously dark, brown colored eyes staring at me, but rather his real, ruby eyes.

I began to twist Charlie's leather watch on my left wrist to direct my anxious energy somewhere while Garrett purposefully allowed the silence to build up between us as our staring contest ensued.

"You don't choose your weapon. It chooses you."

I suppressed my laugh, sputtering like an old water faucet. Garrett was not amused by my reaction. "Oh, good grief! Don't give me that Harry Potter bullshit. Are you going to offer me a sorting hat to decide which section of the mansion I should be residing in too?"

"No," Garret scoffed indignantly. "That much is obvious. We are divided by humans and non-humans. Then by gender after that divide."

"Okay." My delight in the news was captured in the snarky smile I delivered to Garrett. "I am set then. I know where I sleep, and I have my weapon." I jutted my right hand forward to push open the front door farther, but Garrett yanked my hand back before I succeeded.

"Oh, that dingy wolf fang I take it?"

"Correct." I wiggled my arm within his grasp as a sign he could let go and I wouldn't push the door open further until we were done.

"That won't be good enough. Your little weapons and tricks that you used in Forks are mere child's play compared to what we take on in the Order, Bella. You need a proper weapon and you need to increase your fighting abilities. You would be easy prey in your current condition on our most basic mission."

I chewed my inner cheek while swallowing the truth in his words. I hated to admit it, but he was right. I used tricks in Forks with Victoria to kill her. And I was lucky to survive my one-on-one with that newborn. It wasn't a new revelation, but never one I had dwelled on as much as I should have. An intense upsurge of unease began to manifest at the thought of my options going forward. I was in a desperate need to find answers, but I was not willing to reveal that desperation to Garrett.

I thrust my chest out and lifted my head up high. I commanded myself to keep up even breaths while exuding a calm aura. Any hesitation in my physiological response, and Garrett would figure out my bullshit like any of my friends in Forks would in a heartbeat.

"If I considered it..." I drawled, enunciating each world slowly, to insist on my casual take of his assessment. "What are my weapon options? Will they make up for my lack of speed or strength? How can humans even take on a vampire?" I resented the fact that my anxiety shone through when I actually asked that third question. If he didn't hear the anxious tinge to it, the question itself gave it away. I folded my hand without putting up a good poker face. It was pathetic.

I hated that in a short span of a minute of Garrett calling out my shortcomings I was already beginning to doubt if I belonged in the Order after all. And I hadn't even walked through the fucking front door yet. Once again, it was pathetic.

At the end of the day, I had to try. I had wished for this all along. To team up with others. Sure, I had the wolves back in Forks, but they never saw me as their equal. Here? Amongst humans, I could work my way up to being on their caliber. Their equal. Maybe not now, but one day.

When I focused in on Garrett's stare on my face, I shrank back with worry that he was now easily reading all my insecurities off of my face.

"I don't want to spoil it. Tomorrow you'll observe training sessions and you'll learn from there. Then what isn't answered, feel free to ask me." I nodded in understanding. "And Bella?" I mentally prepared myself for possibly another shakedown of my self-worth in being here as I considered Garrett's impassive face. "You were extended an invitation for a reason." My mind went blank for a split-second, as if my brain stopped working. "And to let you in on one thing, you're the first human female to make it in the Order in the last 50 years."

The revulsion of being subjected to another boy's club was made known from my next complaint cleverly masked in questions. "Seriously? Why?"

"The lineage of vampire hunters of the Order seemed to have only male heirs in the last two generation of offspring. And mothers are not normally keen on letting their daughter's sign up for the family business." I began to roll my eyes when I realized a key piece of information was dropped in my lap over what Garrett had just said about the Order.

"But I'm not from..." I began to tug at the straps of my backpack dangling by my hips.

"We know." Garrett smiled wryly- of course he knew, I don't know why I thought otherwise. "I know you have more questions. Maximus will address them all in due time. He is the one who requested I extend the invitation personally." My sigh of relief slipped out despite my wishes, and Garrett's full lips contorted into a genuine smile and I hated that I was warming up to this vampire.

Assuming what he needed to divulge to me was over, I continued with my mission of opening the door and successfully entering the mansion. Unexpectedly, I found myself slowing my pace as my eyes never left the string of runic signs and symbols carved into the dark gray walls illuminated by a string of torches Garrett was leading me past. Not by fire but electrically lit. Because we were in the 21st century after all.

I found a pattern to the repeating symbols, but even catching on to that in the end meant nothing when I couldn't interpret what each symbol meant. They were beautiful. Elaborately engraved with a perfection of how they were mirror images of one another. I couldn't detect any flaws or differences when a symbol repeated. Then again, I only had human eyes. And given my recent acknowledgment of my alarming need to squint to focus on objects in the distance, I could bet I didn't have 20-20 vision.

Garrett stopped, and I only knew this because I slammed into his back. "Ow," I mumbled before rubbing my forehead which took the brunt force of the collision. I stepped around my duffel bags that Garrett dropped onto the white ceramic tile floor of the kitchen we were at the threshold of.

"Only Benjy seems to be here at the moment." If Garrett was disappointed by the welcome party attendance, he didn't show it. I casually dragged my head around the vicinity of the kitchen looking for Benjy. When I couldn't spot him, I asked, "Benjy?"

"Benjy to me. Benjamin to you unless you want to start off on the wrong foot with him." I gulped and grunted in agreement.

"Well done, Garrett, you didn't scare her away yet." On instinct, I first focused on the eyes of the man strolling across the other end of the kitchen to us.

A muted red. Similar to Garrett's.

Vampire.

How many are there in the Order?

Before I could formulate some form of a greeting, Benjamin was standing in front of me. He looked frozen in time around my age with olive skin and midnight hair. His face was round and boyish, but still refined with the beauty that came with the territory of becoming a vampire. He cleared my height by at least four inches, give or take an inch. His face was oddly cheerful as he bobbed his head up and down my frame. He almost…gave me Seth Clearwater vibes.

"They are on a mission. Humans only this time." I knew he was addressing Garrett's unspoken question, but I was interested to know why a vampire couldn't assist in this mission that the others were on. "But it seems I received the better end of the deal getting to have a proper introduction with Isabella before the scoundrels repulse her from social pleasantries while here." I resisted the temptation to call out Garrett for saying all members were silent and broody in the Order, especially when I caught Benjamin's covert wink on the word scoundrels. Perhaps he was speaking of the human members?

Benjamin held out a hand and I was leaning into the implication he was offering to take my hand to kiss it. I didn't like the tone that set between us. So, while I accepted his hand, I turned his hand over and tightened my grip to solidify we were shaking hands.

"She prefers Bella," Garrett remarked in a superior tone while Benjamin and I were mid-handshake.

"She can speak for herself. Nice to meet you, Benjamin. Please call me Bella." I withdrew my hand from his grasp and ignored the sparks flickering between the two vampires. They were on edge for some reason and I couldn't fathom why.

I was about to initiate more small talk, when I realized my body, without my knowledge, had finally submitted to the jet-lag of my journey. The exhaustion swept through me with a vengeance.

"I apologize but the time spent traveling today is starting to get to me. I think I should settle into my room before I commit to sleeping on the ground we are standing on."

"Oh to be human," Garret bemused before Benjamin added in, "Come find me first in the morning, Bella. I will be a more thrilling guide than Garrett." Benjamin bent his neck to place his lips by my ear to whisper, "He still acts like he is in the American Revolution."

"A war is coming, Benjamin," Garrett remarked in a disapproving tone. The steely look in his eyes further affirmed the tension between the two. Perhaps needing to go to bed soon was in my best interest anyways.

"No promises; I don't really know where I am going around here." I felt I offered a safe response without rejecting or accepting Benjamin's offer. I looked between the two wondering who was showing me my room or if I was going to be left to figure it out for myself and most likely claim the wrong room knowing my luck.

Garrett bent over to pick up my duffel bags without saying anything. As he walked off, I figured I was supposed to follow him. I shrugged my shoulders to Benjamin and mouthed "good night" before jogging over to catch up with Garrett. He was walking in a huff and I wasn't in the mood to lend an ear in my exhausted state. After too many turns down hallways that I knew I would get lost in come morning, we made it to "my room".

"This is the female's wing. As I mentioned, you are the only occupant so you can claim any of the other seven rooms before the hallway turns off to the common room with three fire places." I nodded along pretending I was going to remember all of this tomorrow. "This one is the largest one and the only one with a fire place. Up to you." Garrett dropped my bags on the red rug that lay on top of most of the wood flooring in the room. As he began to walk out of the room, I called after him. He stopped but didn't turn around to face me.

"Thank you for escorting me today, Garrett. I appreciate that and all the advice you gave me. I hope I can prove to you why I belong here in the weeks to come."

"You don't have to prove anything to me. I can see the fighting spirit in you. I would be worried about the others, Bella. They will think you belong less than me because you aren't from the right bloodline and you're a woman."

A soft chuckle bubbled up my throat before escalating into a roaring laughter. I clutched my sides to support myself from falling over to the ground. Garrett turned around to face me, lines of irritation on his face highlighted his frown of disapproval over my reaction. But that was because he didn't understand.

"Mulan."

Garrett's left eyebrow twitched in confusion while he cocked his head to the side before asking, "Mulan?"

"Mulan. This won't be my first rodeo proving the opposite sex wrong and that I shouldn't be underestimated," I affirmed in a strong voice, emboldened with a determination Jessica had inspired in me. Garrett's eye contact held strong as his face relaxed and I almost wanted to believe he seemed…pleased with my response.

"I don't think they should either. Goodnight, Bella."

"Goodnight."

I noticed the large window by the bed was missing blinds and curtains as I settled into my dreary and drafty room. After I heard some odd noises while unpacking, a burst of adrenaline spiked within me. On a whim, I decided to explore the very empty female corridors. Garrett had assured me privacy in this section of the mansion due to my being the only female. As I walked past the third empty room in the hallway, my stomach churned in resentment that I didn't bring Jess with me.

Since landing in Amsterdam, I had missed two calls and one text from her on my cellphone. I was putting off the inevitable. Admitting I wasn't coming back for a while and not disclosing what I was doing or why I was really here. It shouldn't have mattered at this point. I knew she could handle the news. But I myself was feeling brittle and I knew once Jess knew, if she asked to come for the summer, I wouldn't have the heart to tell her no.

Eventually I would have to get back to her. Future Bella could handle that. And as I thought of Forks, my mind drifted to the other most important person in my life in the last few months. Paul. Was he okay? Would he be disappointed and mad when he learned the truth? Or did he sense I lied when I said I was coming back?

Those were just more questions I didn't want the answers to right now. In the end, I pushed Jessica and Paul away metaphorically by running away. I was on a perilous journey that I had to do myself. Paul or Jessica couldn't save me from my grief. I had to face it. And here, killing vampires, I couldn't think of a better way to be forced to face my grief since Charlie was killed by a vampire.

And with that brief thought, the first wave of my journey of grief hit me.

As I was spiraling down into a hole of despair, I whispered to myself, "I'm not afraid to fall anymore". I saw grief at the bottom and knew I had to take the plunge. My time had come.

In fact, it was long overdue.


(Any mistakes/typo are mine because I probably didn't catch it with Lady Sloane's edit despite looking through the edits twice!)

Author's Note: Wow, what a start, am I right?! I have like 20 different scenes already written out but not a full next chapter. I feel like part II will encompass less chapters if I write more. Also, I am sorry to say I cannot commit to once a month update. I will do my best and will wait for my beta to review when she can to improve story quality.

In Ch 14, Bella meets more Order members, observes training… and perhaps acquires a new weapon?! Things are spicing up! But Bella still has friends she owes explanations too back home and her grief to battle with.

Side Note: I haven't been to Amsterdam (but it's on my places to visit!) before so I am just going based off of what I researched and I extend author's creativity to turn "Park De Oeverlanden" into the residence of the Order's house/plot of land by Nieuwe Meer. If someone has input or corrections to my take on Amsterdam, you can express where I can correct myself in a review/PM. Otherwise, just think of this as some slightly modified Amsterdam in the Twilight-verse where vampires and wolves lurk

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