Here is chapter 1! Sorry it took so long, I was struggling with where to start. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

Jasper POV

"Where?" I questioned in disbelief. It finally happened. Peter has gone crazy.

"Australia. Trust me we have to go." Peter grimaced at me, and I wasn't sure if his gift was telling him something or if this was just another one of his inane ideas. I voiced my concerns, and he looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Of course it's my fuckin' gift. I don't really feel like jet settin' halfway 'round the planet, trust me. Somethin' big is goin' down and we've gotta get in on the action apparently."

I frowned. Looking around the room, I could see the others looking at me for confirmation. I wasn't exactly in charge here, but when it came to bigger decisions, everyone looked to me to have the final say.

After the incident, as we've come to call it, Bella and I packed our bags and ran to Houston, where Peter and Charlotte had set up camp. Peter obviously knew we were coming. He had purchased a large property and built three houses in preparation. I was confused at the time as to why he would build three, but it had become apparent soon after.

Peter and Charlotte welcomed up with open arms, and provided us with the safe haven we needed after such an event. They helped us through the grieving process and helped us to rebuild ourselves.

Bella had sent divorce papers to Edward as soon as we arrived here, which he signed without hesitation. I had tried to get into contact with Carlisle in regards to getting our larger personal items delivered to us, but he had lectured both Bella and I about how cruel we were for abandoning our mates, how Alice and Edward had told him everything, and we were promptly kicked out of the family. Good riddance, I say.

Bella was lucky. She met Garrett a year after the betrayal from our spouses, when he had come to the property to visit us. After three years of dating, Bella became Mrs Garret Adams. It was a quiet affair, with just myself, Peter and Charlotte in attendance. They're perfect for each other in every way, and I'm happy for them.

Garrett was a good addition to the group we had going, and I often found myself joining him and Peter to practise our fighting skills. Garret was an ex-soldier as well, and we bonded over our discussions about different wars over the years.

I'm glad Bella found her mate, and from time to time I catch myself fantasising about finding my own. However, after spending decades with Alice, I has happy to finally be on my own, and be own person. I switched back to my original diet of the scum of the earth, and found I was much more confident, especially in public, now that I wasn't starving myself. Bella stuck to the vegetarian lifestyle, however with her lack of any bloodlust, it was a lot easier for her.

Now five years later, we had become our own little family, and I was stuck with this fucking predicament.

"Is it a bad feelin' or a good feelin'." My southern twang had come back in full force now that I was back in my home state.

"I'm not sure, it's just this feeling, and we have to go."

Charlotte placed a hand on her mates shoulder, offering a silent support in response to Peter's anxious voice. He'd never steered me wrong before, and I'd have to trust him on this one.

Bella's quiet voice rang out across the room. "Jasper, I know it's far, but we have to trust Peter. He's never wrong." Garret nodded his agreement, and gave me a wry smile. Trust him to find the amusement in this situation.

I sighed, rubbing my hand down my face. She was right, of course, but it was just an insane idea that we had to go to Australia of all places.

"Do you have any more information?" I asked Peter. He shook his head, frowning at me. I sighed again.

"Fine, we'll go, figure out what's goin' on."

Serana POV

I looked down at the screaming humans before me. We had carefully selected these ones from the military base nearby. She was obsessed with the military humans, something about them being better fighters than regular humans. Given that I was the best of them all, I didn't really believe her, but then again, maybe I was a military human before. I wouldn't know, and she would never tell me.

I still remember that burn like it was yesterday. I hated her for it. I couldn't remember anything from before the burn, but I knew I too was human once. When I had awoken she had me thrown in a pit with the rest of the newborns, and I was the sole survivor. I ran off pure need back then, but as my newborn abilities wore off, I knew I had to learn everything I could to stay alive.

Her first in charge back then was a General she had stolen from the wars overseas. He knew what he was doing when it came to training, but he wasn't expecting me. Once I had learned all I could, I defeated him and tried to make a run for it. That's when I met her. She wasn't happy with me and refused to feed me for days. When she finally had mercy on me, she threw a child into my prison, knowing I would snap. That was at the end of my first year.

My last attempt at running was my undoing. She knew she couldn't kill me, I was her best, I trained the others and led them into battle. Her new General. It didn't stop the torture however. She ripped off my arms and legs, and buried me for what felt like an eternity. When I was finally exhumed from my grave, she let me loose on a small town, laughing as I came to from my bloodlust haze, horrified and distraught from my actions.

She broke me, mind, body and spirit. And I hated her for it. But I can't run. She would find me. She always does.

Now five years after my rebirth, I am apathetic to what goes on around me. I run off the hatred I feel for my maker and use it to come out victorious in battle. I do what she asks. I train the newborns, secure new territory and don't try to run away. I know that the better I do, the longer I will stay alive, and the longer I will have to plan her slow, torturous end.