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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.
My leader, Lucien, had given the executive order. He had made the decision that people – most importantly the people whom possessed inhuman powers were to be taught a lesson. He had done this before throughout the years. But this time, this lesson was directed at a certain breed of immortals; those with the S-strain.
And this lesson was the kind of lesson that no one could ignore.
Everyone must learn or perish.
The executive order was as always carried out and implemented by the Miller family.
The Miller family, before I entered it, was made up of six powerful beings of different types. They all served Lucien. They were loyal to each other to a fault. They were lethal.
And Lucien was their sire.
Iris Boyd Miller was born in ancient Egypt 2560 BC– about the time when the pyramids were being constructed. She had silk white skin, alluring greenish-blue eyes, and short mid-length hair that was always braided. She looked eighteen, but she was truly older. She had been a priestess of Isis, and she was witch.
Her duty beckoned her to Belfast, Ireland where she found the lying seer Maggie sitting on the edge of a bench looking out into the city with inquisitive eyes.
Iris took a seat beside her and delved into the two-faced seer with her own power.
Maggie cringed in utter pain. She slammed her hands on her head and cried out. But she cried to no avail – for no one heard her. And yet she could hear what was being said in her mind by a heavily accented voice that sounded foreign and had the texture of velvet.
You should have known better.
Boyd concentrated harder and smiled as the truth seer Makemna of the European nomads appeared. She could see what the witch was doing, but she could do nothing for the witch controlled her.
"Kill."
Both were torn apart.
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Thea Roman Miller was born just before the Trojan War broke out. She was a tall woman with slim features and had glorious blonde hair. She had been a concubine to many warriors. She was a vampire, and forever would she be twenty.
Her job brought her to Romania. Her thoughts were correct for the two Romanians were speaking with the Egyptian coven member Benjamin – the one who can tell right from wrong, and could possible control the elements.
Roman smiled and called, "Hello!"
The three quickly surrounded her, glaring suspiciously, and eyes showing deadly intent.
Calm as ever, Thea replied, "No use for violence. Two of you will die."
Vladimir sniffed her scent and scowled. Benjamin then attacked, but Thea was ready.
The fight was short for Thea was stronger than all three combined after all, she was sired by Lucien.
Stefan and Benjamin were dead. Their blood was drained from them. They had become Thea's meal.
Vladimir was petrified. He had never seen anyone as strong as she was. He didn't sense from the beginning, but what he did see was that she wasn't like him and the others. No, it appeared that she was a different breed of immortal.
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Arthur Trent Miller still looked seventeen. He still had his boyish looks, sleek cheekbones, red hair, and stormy gray eyes. He was born by the time Henry VIII took the crown of England. He was a werewolf.
His choice was to go to Boston. It was there he waited patiently for the American coven to be near Fenway Park. The club had just given their announcement and as always the American coven member Randall was there.
Trent was pleased to see Randall's nose scrunch up in disgust. Randall didn't have particular liking towards the smell of dog especially wet dog. This pleased Trent, for he purposely went for a swim. He sure did love water.
And interestingly enough, Zafrina of illusions was there as well.
The American and the Amazonian… It was a perfect chance for Trent. He phased; not fearful of the two running off. He looked only like a young wolf, but he used his own power of illusion on the vampires. He made himself smell, look, feel, and everything in-between like a young dog. He was sure he would fool them.
"Oh, it's only a stray, Randall." Zafrina said.
The two looked at the young dog and could tell by seeing its bony body that it hadn't had anything to eat in a long time.
"It's dying…" Zafrina added. "Let's not make it suffer."
Randall shook his head. "I don't drink canines."
They were naive to talk for so long because after Randall spoke both of their throats were bitten.
Trent phased back to his human form and licked his lips.
"I like vampires."
He proceeded to eat them.
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Randolph Lincoln Miller had highlighted hair. He liked mixing it up every now and again. His eyes were hazel and his hair was short. He was born before the Revolutionary War and made himself die when it started. He's twenty three. He was a warlock.
It was a given that he would travel to La Push. He liked messing around with werewolves. They were so fun to annoy.
He roamed the land where he found four young werewolves.
"Do you believe that when you die that you'll see all the ones you left behind again? Are you going to be in Heaven or Hell? Or would you just rot?"
The young werewolves growled at him and made ready to attack.
Lincoln's eyes flashed.
"Now you shall find out.
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Elise Bennett Miller was born before the First World War in France. She was eternally twenty-five. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She was a werewolf.
She was led to where the Denali resided. Her keen sense of smell led her to them as they feasted on their lunch.
Tilting her head, she decided to use Kate's powers against them. She Changed to her true form, and silently stalked the unknowing Cold Ones. Then when she knew she could reach them with a mere pounce, she let them hear of her presence.
She howled.
"Kate…" Tanya instructed.
Bennett was too quick. She was far quicker than a vampire's eye. She closed in her speed and slashed Kate's throat, and instantly after the slash, she went to her human form and with her mind electricity went through Garrett. She unsheathed a long dagger and cut off Tanya's head.
And before the others could attack her in turn, she Changed and disappeared; running off into the night.
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Simon Davis Miller was born as a Jew in Babylon... He was indefinitely twenty-seven. He looked kingly and held a heavy Israeli accent. He had brown eyes that pierced anyone that dared to look inside them. His skin was pale as snow, but would turn olive in the just right amount of sun. He had black hair as dark as a raven's but he also had blond highlights. He was a vampire.
He was driven to Volterra, Italy where the over 2,000 to 3,000 year old Volturi lived.
This Italian fortress was one of the most protected places in the world. No vampire was commissioned to not reveal itself in the open, but to Simon – everything must go out into the open.
So, he lured a woman with his fatal looks and brought her to the only place where an actual shield of shadows claimed the city. She had spotted him when he allowed himself to sparkle under the sunlight as if he were a marble statue.
He waited, and made a show of going for the kill.
Wrong move, he heard in his mind.
He recognized the voice of Alec – the one who can cut off people's senses.
Alec tried to do just that to Simon, but the man of Israeli descent was stronger. He used his own power, and forced Alec to have his sense cut off. He made the woman sleep and then grabbed Alec's throat.
He spoke in the vampire's mind saying: No one has foreseen this.
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Lucien – a man with no last name was older than anyone living on the planet. It was said that he was there from the Stone Age. The only sure thing was that he was born where all of humanity was born: in Africa. He was neither young nor old. So that meant there was no fixed age for him. He was just a man – both vampire, and werewolf, warlock and slayer. He was perfect; tall enough, broad enough, fit enough, and handsome enough. He was the adapter. He could change into an era so quickly. But his true look wasn't known to anyone although it was clear to his followers that he favored green eyes and long dark curly hair.
Being the leader, he went in his own direction.
He went to me.
I was barely on the edge of seventeen when I saw his human form for the first time. I ignored him and went to my hiding place to visit my secret friend. And little did I know – my secret friend was Lucien.
Since I was seven, a strong beautiful wolf had come a yard from me and just watched me as I watched him.
I always felt out of place. I could relate to humans. But they couldn't relate to me. And so for some reason, that dark wolf was the only thing I trusted.
I trusted Lucien even before I knew who he really was.
But he knew me.
He knew that I wasn't ordinary.
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