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A/N: No, this isn't an AU since this story takes place after Breaking Dawn. Now, I must admit that I am begrudgingly writing this story. On my profile I've already stated that I'm a firm critic of the Twilight series. But since a friend begged me to write one fanfiction on this series than I will do it. I will treat it with the utmost respect and urgency as I do with all my stories. I hope you all enjoy this! Reviews appreciated!
Summary: Post Breaking Dawn, life continues for the Cullen clan and Quileute tribe. But a power that is known only by instinct has decided to unleash itself, and no one can resist the drastic change that will follow.
Somewhere deep in the country of Russia
Two big male wolves, one brown and one white, were fighting for the right to claim a carcass, which was fresh. It was so fresh that steam came up from its slashed throat. It bore heat that consummated all those surrounded it with the lust for blood.
The big brown wolf showed its teeth and gracefully despite its ferocity jumped forward at the other big white wolf. Their bodies turned round and round in their battle with beastly cries coming from their salivating mouths.
A man was watching this event. He was south from them in a building; upstairs looking down as if this was pure entertainment to him. But it wasn't. It was just another Monday. It was just another night where creatures of the wild followed their whims; their God given instinct.
The man's name was Lucien.
He was a tall man; broad shouldered, lean looking, but muscular in a subtly obvious way. He had sharp, but angular features. His eyes, tonight, were the shade of green. They were ever changing; ever sharp or ever dull. He had light skin, but it was able to turn olive once given the right amount sunlight. His hair was dark as the night; cropped short with a short bang over his left eye.
The world was his.
Why?
He was a vampire. He was a werewolf. He was a warlock.
He was the ultimate being; wise, powerful, mythical, and invincible.
The two creatures clashed in the final stroke of the battle. The snarls reached Lucien's ears and he smiled for he knew who had won.
The white wolf left with a cut eye while the brown one watched him briefly, and then took his victorious bite in the flesh of the hunt.
He smiled.
"Lucien…"
He did not turn to the heavily accented sound. He had already sense the other coming even before the other knew he was.
"Speak Simon," he beckoned.
Simon Davis Miller was a vampire born as Jew in 597 BCE when the Jews were exiled to Babylon. He was tall with broad shoulders, an evidently muscled build, and three brutal scars on his back. His eyes were brown while his tousled black hair was short with blonde highlights.
He followed only Lucien.
He was going to tell his Master the news, but already knew that Lucien knows things before they happen, when they happen, and after they happen. But he was going to relay to him anyway.
"Isabella Marie Swan Cullen is not only a vampire, but her daughter is a hybrid," he said.
Lucien's smile never faltered as he continued to watch the brown wolf continue to tear flesh and swallow it.
"What is her name?" he asked softly; almost anticipating the answer even though he knew it already.
Simon chuckled slightly not because he liked the name, but because it was quite hilarious to him.
"Her full name is Renesmee "Nessie" Carlie Cullen," he answered. "I know it is surely a mouthful." His eyes flashed. "Derived from the amalgamation of the names of Bella's mother, Renee, and Edward's mother, Esme… Middle name…from the fathers Charlie and Carlisle." He smiled slightly, but not because of the information. It was of anticipation of what Lucien would do.
"The Volturi were informed of this were they not?" Lucien said; turning to face his loyal disciple as his brilliant eyes turned to the greatest shade of emerald.
Simon nodded. "Informed that she was an 'immortal child,' but no she's a half breed. Imprinted by a werewolf. Protected by a coven of vegetarian vampires." He resisted the urge to laugh at the thought. Vegetarian vampires…
A deep masterful howl entered their keen ears.
Lucien smiled wider; showing his fangs as his emerald eyes grew sharper and sharper.
He had been closely watching the people of Forks, Washington for a while now. Even more so, he's been watching the vampires of the S-strain; the very strain that made them sparkle in the sun. They were a strong breed. He could not deny that. But their insolence about being the strongest would prove too much to him. Lessons must be made. He will teach them like he did those of the Academies, etc.
"Send out the others," he ordered. "It's time to make our presence known."
…
TBC
End-note: I hope you all enjoyed that! Now I assure you that the characters you all know and love will be in the next chapter and possibly in first person. Reviews appreciated.