JPOV

The ringing of the phone awoke me from my peaceful sleep. I cursed while I searched for my mobile in the dark. When I found it I noticed it was the Sheriff's department.

'Deputy Black, It's Lara' I immediately sat up when I heard the voice of our dispatcher, the sleepiness oozed from my body and within minutes I was awake and alert.

'I know you're off duty. But there was an incident at the old Cullen Mansion. Sheriff Swan went there a few hours ago to check it out. But he hasn't checked in yet. I'm a little worried. ' Lara has been our dispatcher for years and I never ever heard het panic. She was always professional and never ever let her emotions show when she was on duty. However I could hear some distress in her voice now.

'I'll head out now. I'll contact the department as soon as I arrive and secured the situation' I reassured her as I jumped out of bed and grabbed my jeans of the floor.

'Are there any additional details that are important to know before I head out Lara?' I asked her while I slipped into my jeans and shoes.

'I got an automatic distress signal from their alarm. It's weird because they haven't been around for years. I contacted Charlie and he said he would check it out just to be sure.' I reassured Lara that it was going to be fine and hung up the phone. My hand went to my nightstand to grab my gun, but there was something inside my gut that told me this was not normal police business. I grabbed my gun anyway and loaded it when I headed down. I grabbed my holsters handcuffs and keys from the cupboard and ran to my car. I drove without sirens because I wanted to size up the situation before I acted. However there was something not right about this situation, I could feel it in my gut. Charlie was a good cop. Forks was a peaceful place since the Cullens left their home here, but still, he knew to be cautious. He would always check in with dispatch after handling a call like this. It was also strange that there was a break in in the old Cullen Mansion. The Cullen family left Forks years ago after the tragedy, I remember it as it was yesterday. We all do. In the last fight the Cullens, but also the Werewolves lost loved ones. For us it were mostly rookies, werewolves who just discovered their abilities, but were no match for an army of new born killers.

The Cullens however lost everything they fought so hard for. After showing the Volturi that our beloved Renesmee wasn't an immortal child, tragedy came for us after all. There was no happy ending when Victoria got her hands on Renesmee. In the heat of the fight she escaped all of us. Days later she send us her little limbs. The Cullens swore to find her and end her, but that was now six years ago and I haven't spoken to them since. While I was driving to their mansion all these memories came back: how we sat there in the living room and the first package came. How we opened it horrified and found her little arm. It was torn off, the friendship bracelet that I gave her was still on her little wrist.

Thinking about the death of my imprint filled me with hate and anger. Even though it was six years ago there was still a big hole in my heart that hurt so much. That pain would never ever ease.

When I arrived at the mansion the light was burning in the living room and kitchen. I slowly drove to the parking lot and grabbed my gun and badge. I stepped out the car and slowly closed the car door, I didn't want to alert the intruder that I was here. It was a long time since I last set foot on this land but nothing seemed to have changed in the meanwhile. The garden wasn't as beautiful as it once was, the garden that was once filled with flowers and greens was now corrupted by weeds. But the rest was still the same. There was music coming from the living room, but because of the many windows I decided that I would enter through the kitchen. When I tried the door I realized it was still locked. I sneaked around the house to the front door which seemed unlocked. They broke the glass and unlocked the door from the inside it seemed. I pushed the door open slowly, making sure I didn't stepped on any glass.

I grabbed my gun and slowly walked to the living room. When I glanced inside I saw Charlie sitting tied to a chair. There was a red scarlet line running down his face. He was bleeding, it seemed that he was hit on the head. But he seemed fine, at least he was very much alive I concluded when my sensitive ears picked up his heartbeat. His breathing was steady which was a good thing. I heard sound coming from Carlisle's old office. It was dark, but my eyes adjusted to the dark really quick and I was able to see clearly. Carlisle's office was completely trashed. The books were thrown off their shelves, his bureau was turned upside down and papers were spread all over the wooden floor. It looked like someone was desperately looking for something. But I wondered what could be so important to break in and kidnap a Police officer. Everyone knew the Cullens had a lot of money, maybe someone was trying to find something valuable? But why would they do it now after all those years? It didn't seem to make sense. The person who seemed responsible for this mess was no longer present and I quickly hurried back to the living room to make sure Charlie was okay.

I heard the floor squeak as they entered the room. I hurled up against the wall and focused on my hearing. The reason I was such a good cop was because I had access to supernatural senses. My hearing, smell, energy and power was much better than what most humans had. I noticed that the heartbeat of the intruder was unusual fast. It seemed that he or she was stressed and maybe even panicking.

"Police freeze!' I growled while I stepped in the room and pointed my gun at the intruder. However the intruder was one step ahead of me. She was pointing Charlie's own gun to his head. Even though her back was facing me I knew I had to be careful. In a second she could pull the trigger and this would end very bad for Charlie. Like I mentioned the intruder was a she. She was wearing a long black coat, white jeans and black heels. Her long brown hair was falling over her shoulders, halfway to her back. The ringlets in her hair all seemed to be a different color brown.

'Lower the gun' I barked at her while adjusting my aim making sure I would get a good shot. She didn't move, but her heel ticked on the ground impatiently.

'Great more cops' She sighted.

I got a weird feeling in my stomach. Whoever this girl was, I could tell this girl was dangerous. And whatever this girl was I was almost a hundred percent sure she wasn't human. But she couldn't be a vampire, that was not possible. I could hear her heartbeat loud and steady. But there was some kind of energy radiating from her that seemed out of this world.

'How about you put the gun down or I will end him?' Her words were cold and I didn't doubt for a second that there was truth in them. But I just couldn't give her the upper hand in this could I?

'Put the gun down or I will shoot you. Last warning' I growled. She seemed to think about it for a few seconds. She tilted her head to the side giving me the opportunity to get a little closer. Just a few meters and I would be close enough to grab her and redirect the gun from Charlie at the same time. Then she turned around with superhuman speed. The gun which had been pointed at Charlie's head was now pointed at my face. It was for the first time this evening that I could see her face. She was a cute Vixen, with her lips painted red and dark brown eyes that were accentuated by dark eye liner.

She smirked when she saw the confusion in my eyes.

'Why don't you put the gun down now?" She hissed at me. But her words didn't seemed to come in. Because even after all those years I would recognize her always. She had grown up but I could still see the traces of the little girl I once held in my arms. Now I knew what that pulsing energy around her meant. It was my werewolf side making sure I would recognize my imprint. It was six years ago but all those emotions came flooding in: Love, helplessness, confusion, anger, happiness and terror all flooded into my head and heart.

I lowered the gun.