CHAPTER SEVEN

A teenage looking boy with light brown hair that was no longer then his ears looked horrified at the sight in front of him. He knew he shouldn't have been out this late, his mother told him not to, his mother warned him of bad things happening at night. He was in a dark ally, one with walls made of brick, with a damp concrete ground from the rain that fell a few hours before. There was the sound of traffic, but it was too far away to try and run towards it to get possible help. His dirty white shirt was torn and filthy blue jeans were wet and even more muddy from running away from what was able to keep up with him. His tan skin from working in the fields was pale, he was scared, he heart was beating at a rate that had never before. But it still wasn't enough to carry blood to his face. The boy was terrified.

"Que quieres?" What do yo want? The young Mexican boy asked.

"It's not fun to play with food that can't understand me." A somewhat new vampire with red hair and pale freckled skin. He smiled and walked towards his pray. He had no known power and was even unaware that he could have had one.

"Mama, ayude me!" Mom, help me! The boy shouted, covered his face with his hands and expected for his face to be riped off. But instead he heard a horrible sound, it sounded of a wolf, or a coyote, and a dying pig. He opened his eyes, something that he was surprised in doing. He saw a twitching a torn to pieces monster laying on the ground, blood was pouring from his mouth, eyes, ears, and the parts he had been torn off.

"Ha! West and Priscilla are going to be so siked!" A little girl with blond spiked hair said grasping a small silver sword. Her whole face was white, she wore short pink shorts and a purple tangtop. "Right Nicky?" She looked up at a tall man in a black suit. He looked old, maybe around the age 35 or 38, he was wiping his hands with the blood from the vampire he had just killed. He tossed the rag to the small girl.

"Wipe your hands, don't be a filthy girl." He said in a deep voice. "We can contact Stephanie's place later, we'll get a spot hopefully."

"Duh we are!" Her name was Janie. "Maybe you should go." She said to the young Mexican boy. He understood and ran away.

"It's absolutely amazing that anyone of any decent who speaks any language can understand you and you understand them." Janie was able to understand anyone no matter what language they spoke and no one could lie to her because she could only hear the deep truth of what people say. Nicky was just very strong. In an instant the red head vampire was caught on fire.

He began to walk away. "Come Janie, we can't keep Stephanie waiting."

"OK!" She put the shot sword back in it's holster and both disappeared in the night.

-o-o-o-

The hospital was a place West and Priscilla rarely were at. First off they never got sick and second Dr. Cullen worked at the closest one where they lived, so they kept their distance from it.

"Excuse me, you can be here unless you have a pass." The nurse said as Priscilla stepped off the elevator.

"Uh, what are you talking about I can be here whenever I want." Priscilla smiled at the nurse. The nurse then nodded and walked away. She walked into a hallway and saw a women walk out of the one place she came for. As she stepped it she smiled as Bella and Edward pulled apart from each other.

"Priscilla?" Bella said. Edward eyed her wondering what she was up to. Priscilla looked glamorous as ever, she wore an elegant purple satin blouse with a pencil skirt. She was shocked that Priscilla could walk in six inch heals, but she has been around a long time, so Priscilla must have gotten all the practice she could get when it came to the catwalk walk.

"I'm glad your OK Bella, it would be so sad if you couldn't be in school for prom." Priscilla laughed a bit and looked at Edward. "Sorry that I couldn't help you back at the Ballet Studio, you know how it is, I don't want any royal blood spilled anywhere."

Edward stood up, looked at Bella and then back at Priscilla. "Should we step outside for this?" He said in a not so happy tone.

"No, I think we can discuss it here." West said, even Priscilla was shocked at how fast he went into the room.

"West." Priscilla said with a smile.

West looked at Edward, Bella only watched everything that was going on. "There's going to be a few vampires passing by Forks and Port Angeles the next few weeks. I don't want you to get alarmed in any way, besides," West held out a hand at Edward. "James happened to be on a hit list of vampires I was allowed to, get rid of." Edward only took it and shook it.

"Then why didn't you get rid of him before all this?" Edward asked.

"Unfortunately I could not take his pathetic life because I had to meet a few old friends. Plus I can't stand being around the dogs or their forest." Edward knew who he meant.

"They'll do anything to get rid of us." Edward said.

"I know," West looked to the side setting his hands in his jean pockets. "I've been here before his little tribe every became part of this continent and they try to claim me part of the 'cold ones'" West shook his head and grabbed his sisters hand. "But we know where we came from." Priscilla smiled.

"Oh!" Priscilla looked at Bella. "The power I used on your dad faded years ago, if you want I can make him forgive you, or you know, just let him let it go."

Bella smiled. "That would be nice, thank you."

"Don't worry about it." Priscilla leaned her head on West's shoulder. Bella admired how close they were, in a sense they were even more close then Edward and herself. She was almost jealous in a way. They were twins who had everything and each other. But then again, they were vampires who hated their own kind. She looked at her hands.

Priscilla grabbed on of them, Bella looked up at her. "You know, it's not that bad having a normal person know our secret," Priscilla laughed and rolled her eyes. "In fact it makes me feel normal." She let go and look at West. "Hurry up." And she walked out the room.

West turned to Edward. "I just wanted to let you know and I wanted you to pass this on to the rest of your family. Priscilla and I are going to be moving around a lot and you know how much La Reina loves to spy on us, so please, if anyone comes around, please say you know nothing."

Edward was shocked how much West spoke so foully of the Volturi. But then again, this place, this land, the continent was West's and Priscilla's territory. So he would do them this favor and let them know if they knew of anyone from the royal family to be in the America's. He couldn't read their minds, but he knew West and Priscilla were going to break the rules soon. If not break, then completely destroy them. Edward nodded his head.

"I owe you one." West said and walked towards the door.

Priscilla was waiting for him by the elevator, she smiled at her brother. "Seventeen more West, we have seventeen more installments for our organization."

West smiled and pressed the button to go down to the first floor. "Everything Priscilla, everything's working out. We're too much."

"What would I do without you?" Priscilla said carelessly looking at a compact mirror. West froze at that thought and looked away as the elevator doors opened. Priscilla walked in, West slowly did as well.

He tried to forget the thought. "Didn't you want to show me something?" He asked her.

Priscilla clicked the small compact shut. "I have to show you something so cool! Remember Estella from Mexico? She's here, well not here, but she's going to Washington later today. I have a surprise for you! It will be our birthday soon!"

"In seven months." West said laughing.

"Shut up!" Priscilla wrapped her arms around herself. "This thing she found for us is so cool."

West only smiled. That was all he could do.

-o-o-o-

A few days had gone by and it was a cloudy, yet somewhat sunny day. Down in Seattle at least. A light skinned girl walked in a large Catholic Church that was closed for a few hours. She had a low pony tail and lots of folders, she still had a job and could only spare the few hours she had for the two people she had known for so long. 47 years, since the days she turned five she knew the twins. In her other hand she had a small box with a few holes in it. It contained something very valuable. She let herself in the Church, struggling to not drop anything.

"You two have amazed me since I was in the Seminary. But I was 17 then." An old 64 year old Priest said to Priscilla and West. They all turned to Estella who walked into the church. West rushed to her to help her with her files. He smelled something odd in her hand, it wasn't bad, but it was something he knew he smelled before.

"No way." West said and set the files on a desk.

Both Priscilla and west were wearing vests, white shirts, and black pants. Priscilla was more feminine of course. The Priest walked near them and handed Estella a bottle of water.

"Hello Father." Estella said to the Priest.

"It's very nice to see you Estella, and just as these two children, you surprise me every holiday or any chance I see you." He said and then looked back at the twins. "Now, whats this all about?"

Estella set down the box and opened it. The Spanish Priest set a pair of glasses on his small eyes and looked at a small, fluffy, black dog walk out of the box. It was still a very small puppy and crawled back in the box.

"It took about a year to get him, but I found one, Priscilla." Estella said. Estella's eyes were a dark green, her lean body suited her nice brown coat, green turtle neck, and blue jean skinnies. She wore heals just as high as Priscilla's and looked just as young as her. And to think she was 52 years old. Estella was in fact, something, if not a single item that was in this world.

"Estella, thank you so much." Priscilla smiled and knelt down and held out a hand. "Come here." She said in a cute voice, the dog slowly walked towards her, but was very scared of West and the Priest.

West smoothed his hand trough his hair. "Wow Estella, you really outdone yourself this time."

"I have to agree with you on that." Estella did a short laugh.

Priscilla extended a hand, "come here puppy." Priscilla said again. The dog slowly walked to her and smelled her fingers. He slightly licked him and Priscilla scooped him up give him a big hug. "He'd so cute! Oh my gosh, isn't he West?"

"He is." West said and knelt down next to her and petted the dog on his nose. He bit West in a playful manner and began to gnaw on it. West felt nothing, but the he knew this kind of dog had the jaws of an alligator at this age.

"How old is he?" Priscilla asked standing up.

"About four months, he'll be the size of a Great Dane by fall, he shouldn't get any larger then that, if he does he'll prove everyone wrong." Estella said.

"How?" West began to scratch the ear of the puppy.

"He's the runt, every one of his brothers are triple his size, but he's not meant for hunting vampires, he's just around to disguise your smell I'm assuming."

"You're very right." Father said and walked near to pet the dog. "Even I know that you are trying to keep those who howl at night away from you." He looked at the twins.

"Unlike the Cullens, we don't have a treaty with anyone, we just gave our word that we wouldn't kill anymore of our kind." West said. "It hasn't even been 100 years, for vampires thats like three days ago."

"Three days is a long time." Priscilla seemed to be referring to something else. And everyone knew what she meant.

Father sighed. "Now, we shall get to business." He began to walk towards the large room where Holy Mass would take place. As he lit a few candles Priscilla, West, and Estella sat in the front row of the room. The small puppy was in Priscilla's lap.

"What should we call him?" She said to Estella and West.

"Whatever you want." West looked at the giant cross where Jesus was, his face was so still, almost as if he were sleeping. He let out a small breath of cold air.

He had a flash back if his sister in a what everyone would think of as a white toga, she was starring horrified as guards were dragging a mother and her two children away from. They were all in a church, one that was underground, not literally, but it was referred to as that because they worshiped in secret. Priscilla turned to see the Priest dragged out as well, she turned to West with eyes that looked as if they were going to cry. "Sorry." Sorry she said in Latin. Priscilla screamed stop to the guards. They did so. "Get out, get out and don't ever come here again, don't tell anyone we're here and do everything, even if it risks your life to stop anyone from coming here!" She helped the mother and the children up. West walked up to her, then he was called by an other name, but Priscilla's name had been the same since then. Priscilla watched as the mother and her children sit down in front of the giant crucifix. She was staring down. "Sorry...but they were going to be killed..." Priscilla looked at her brothers hazel eyes. "What would He do...after all." She looked at the cross.

"You do whatever you want, Priscilla." West said.

"Whatever..." West said to himself as he stared at the cross.

"Hm?" Priscilla looked at West. West was no longer in his flash back, he did a small jump as Priscilla knew she had heard him speak to himself.

"Nothing." West looked at his hands.

"I think I want to call him Jugo, juice in Spanish." she said to inform her brother.

"I know." West said.

Father walked down the steps and sat next to Estella. "West, Priscilla, I need you both to be clear of what has been done the last year, you've been in and out of this country, what are you doing?"

Priscilla smiled as Jugo crawled up in a ball on her lap. "We're making our organization larger, you'll be surprised how many vampires wish to be on our side rather then the stupid-old-age Volturi, if it was my choice we'd wipe them out." Estella stared at her friends beautiful face, she was so calm. "We've been getting every vampire who's been violated by the Volturi, they use them then throw them away when they find out their powers didn't fit into their 'Family'." Priscilla scoffed under her breath. "Please, they're not a family, all they do is use each other until one wishes to die." She shook her head.

"We have over 100 vampires now." West said and looked at Father. "We'll soon be larger then the Volturi."

"But...what about the others, like in Spain, Egypt, or Japan?" Estella asked.

"They're no match for us." West laughed. "Just because people don't talk about us being a trophy doesn't mean they don't think we're not. Tsk. They'd kill us and hang us by our feet in the middle of their dinning room to gaze at every day if they had the chance."

"I just want you two to be safe," Father said. "You've done so much for the Church, the Vatican would have made you two saints if it wasn't for the, state, you were in."

"Are you sure you want to go trough this?" Estella asked. "Just because I'm one-eight vampire doesn't mean I don't know how it is to feel isolated, but, can't you just be fine with the America's?"

"Well...when you say it that way." Priscilla put a finger under Jugo's chin.

"No." West cut her off. He looked at Father dead in the eye. "This place is only suitable for our type, no other kind. Even in your lifetime, you'll see, the day we this land is ours."

Father rested his chin on a fist. "Well then, what about those who live close to you in the reservations?"

Estella sat up straight. "Well thats where I came in, I got Jugo for Priscilla and West. His scent will block the werewolves from smelling them, in other words they wont bother them, but," Estella shrugged her shoulders. "They might wonder about Jugo, he is cousins of them anyway, but Jugo's still an animal, a dog more like it, and one that will fall in love whoever takes care of him, hence, Priscilla and West. It took a long time to get a hold a someone who actually bread this kind of dog, and when I did it cost me one hell of a pretty penny, but it was worth it. Even for me."

"Like I said, you really out did yourself." West said and stood up. "Well Father, we came here to tell you this much, in a month we'll tell you more, maybe sooner depending who we run into."

Father stood up and folded his arms behind his back. "Whatever you think is right, you do surpass me by 3100 years."

"More." Estella said laughing.

West and Priscilla smiled and stood up as well. They bowed and Priscilla hugged Jugo, this time he licked her face. "You smell like a puppy."

"In a horrible way." West said and began to walk away. "Thanks Estella, see you Father." Father nodded as the twins walked out the Church.

"How have you been Estella?" Father asked her.

"You know," Estella sounded sad. "Being one-eighth vampire isn't worth it." Estella walked towards the table where her files were. She picked them up and looked at the stained glass window of the Virgin Mary. "Did you know..."

"Yes?" Father asked as Estella didn't say anything.

Estella turned around to him. "Did you know, I still have power, even after three generations of specific breading to make a normal human again, I still have powers."

"And the youth." Father added, "You should be grateful." He turned to Jesus on the Cross. "Not even he could live to your age, your kind is truly a blessing, if they act as West and Priscilla of course." Estella looked up at the cross as well.

"...I guess your right." Estella's smiled.

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