A/N: I know that that is not the author's name, but I wanted a male avatar, and I thought it was close enough, seeing as it's the name of the author's son.

Chapter 3

The day had been going well so far. John had wanted to be all over the world, in every world he had found with a form of civilized intelligence. He had resolved the issue of how to not resort to essentially brainwashing a large majority of people in order to enter himself into a civilization. After-all, a person couldn't just appear only electronically without it being under a large amount of suspicion. That, and it wouldn't work for a species before the information age.

He thought that it might be slightly immoral, if you squinted, but what John would do is essentially make himself become a foetus in a species, and then follow the genetic material he could receive from both his "mother" and what the father would have been. And it would work without the mother having to menstruate too. He would just wait until he could collect the necessary genetic material to form a proper body of that species. But that was only for mammal-type species. Eggs were easier. If there was already a foetus present, he would either become its twin. Or, if a child was stillborn, he would become that child.

He would never do it before termination of a foetus or equivalent was generally publically accepted, though. If the mother wanted to terminate the pregnancy, then he would allow the growing avatar to be terminated, and start again with another prospective mother. He would also be a good son or daughter for the parents, weather adopted or biological. He would also go into different professions, to cover the entirety of the population.

It was the ultimate espionage.

It was a long project, though. So, really, it wasn't worth mentioning for a few years yet. Unless… No, John had patience, and he could wait for the standard time it would take for the development of a child. Or at least until the Avatar was actually useful.

John was observing a planet not far into the information age in terms of the technological timeline. As per the standard policy for finding a planet with a potential for being sapient, John was observing the planet and had just released the new idea of infiltrating a species when he had noticed it. If it weren't for John's attention to detail, as well as sensors specifically set up to detect anomalies, he wouldn't have noticed.

As it was, John had taken note of a substantial anomaly not dissimilar to the usage of Em, and had decided to take a closer look. A closer look indeed. John had just up and shot an avatar into an intercept to land in the middle of a field where the anomaly was. As it looked, all John could tell were two groups of people were lined up against each other. One side was significantly better dressed, if you were around the victorian era. The other side had a few people, a child, and some wolves staring at the other side. John didn't think that it was a pretty good place, seeing as the two sides were separated by a significant portion of land, and he didn't think humans - as he was sure they were a human controlled planet - wouldn't be able to effectively see that far.

John's SMARTS guided Avatar had landed perfectly where he wanted it to - well realistically perfect - and it quickly reformed out of the standard form for orbital drops to the one John intended for it to look.

The form was one of a young male, with brown hair and blue eyes. The Avatar was named Seth Meyer, and had utterly befuddled both sides of the little spat on the soon to be battlefield. Seth had acted like he had just fell off of a fence. He had gotten up, arm raised, and had said loudly, "I'm fine, I'm alright!"

Then, acting surprised, he had said, "What's going on?" Then, faster than the human eye could follow, a man with very pale skin and blonde hair had ran up to Seth. Seth had been laying on the floor, and a very cold hand had reached out to Seth's shoulder.

The blonde haired man had asked, with a soft and concerned voice, "Are you alright?"

Seth nodded while he said, "Fine. I'm alright, but Eli isn't going to be. Bloody bastard, where does he get off-" At that point Seth had begun muttering how he was going to claim vengeance on someone named Eli while standing onto his feet.

When Seth was fully standing, it was only then that Seth's age became apparent to all. He looked to be about twelve to fourteen from his height alone, but from the way his voice sounded the blonde was able to estimate it to be more around the older side.

Then, the blonde with a concerned face asked, "What's your name? Can you tell me what happened?"

"Seth Meyer, and the idiot I call a friend had thought it would be funny if he jettisoned me out of the bloody ship. The Bastard. Now, I'm really not supposed to be here, talking with the mortals, so I'm going to have to leave Mr…"

"Mortals?"

"Mortals? What kind of name is 'Mortals'? And why are you questioning your own name? Humans, so odd sometimes," Seth muttered to himself as he walked away, to the utter bewilderment of all present. John had thought that it was said quietly enough to be heard by the man, but he hadn't thought it could have been heard by both forces on the yet-to-be bloodied battleground.

Seth heard the start of another question from the blonde he still had no name for, but he chose to use 'Mortals' as his name until he was corrected. He had turned towards where he knew to be a descending ship, and Seth glared balefully at it. Well, more specifically the being piloting it. He continued to glare as said being had gotten out and into his line of sight.

When the boy, as its image appeared to be, Seth had punched him in the face. Then he proceeded to yell, "What the hell went through your mind?! Who jettisons their best friend out of a ship, to fall to a fucking planet, to land on who knows what?! I could have crash-landed on these good people, in this field, killing them all! Yes! You could have been responsible for all these innocent mortals' death! What then? Huh?"

Looking fairly ashamed, he sheepishly said, "Sorry?"

"Sorry! Sorry doesn't cut it! What kind of idiot does that? Sure we would live, but it still fucking hurt! You want to say sorry? Well you do a fucking orbital drop and you find out just how much it hurts to get burned up in the atmosphere and try and glide clear of any mortals!" Then, more to himself than to anyone else, Seth had asked, "Why did I let you convince me to go for a joyride in your dad's ship!"

Unknown to the rest, John had gathered more data from the point at which he had set down, and from the ship collecting data. It appeared as though the anomalistic Em was coming from the beings he had thought as human. John wanted to consume one of them for more information.

It was at this time that a few others had joined the three in the center of the field. There were three official looking men, standing imperiously and in a triangular shape pronouncing the frontmost one as the most powerful of the three. Weather that was to be politically, or in another sense was to be determined. When Seth had begun again to work up into another rant, his best friend had interrupted while looking at the beings that had moved close to them, "I don't think they're human, Seth."

Seth paused, cocked his head to the side, and turned to look at the "Humans" that had moved such a far distance in such a short time, that was the time it took Seth to say his short monologue. He made a show of sizing each of them up, and then saying, "Huh, well will you look at that? What do you think they are, if not human? They look like the little mortals… eh, who cares? They're still mortals, and I bet they'll still taste good."

Having heard enough, and having something that he viewed as food to slander him, the self-appointed king had rushed at what he assumed to be a human in front of him. But despite all of the speed afforded to the old vampire king, that same "human" had met his offence with a counter attack. So, that very official looking person with red eyes was suspended on top of claws so sharp they were only an atom thick on the edge. The diamond-encased armour that was their skin hadn't stood a chance.

Quickly and efficiently, the vampire was consumed, ending its very long and cruel life. John was disturbed by the race he had just discovered, but it wasn't all that different from the vampires of origins from other worlds. The only remarkable difference with these quasi immortals, was that they fed not on the blood for oxygenation of their cells, and use the new cells to replace their own, but to feed on the natural Em that existed in the world.

There were concentrations of this in the blood of beings, and the smarter the being, the more of it in the system. From what John had found in the genetics of the vampires was that they were able to store excess Em, which from their origins was tinted red, in their eyes. The less the amount of Em, the less the red tinting. But there was a problem with this method of survival, and that was the addictive properties of Em that had come into contact with blood. It was why blood magics were originally banned in the Ministry of Magic, in Sector 0, Earth. It was also one of the universal signs of "Dark magic" overdose or addiction in that Sector.

This was why the vampires were addicted to blood. They could eventually get the Em from other sources, but they refused to experiment, deeming it too "degrading". Except for a small few clans, which were the opposing forces of the fool John had eaten for experimentation.

Another interesting little ficlet was that these few that were "vegetarians" were more powerful, in general, to those that weren't. John hypothesised that with less availability to Em, the vampires had mutated to make their abilities more efficient, and therefore use less of what was essentially their life force for defense from their own species.

Well, after the mutation, John supposed that they would no longer the same species, but a subspecies; he was distinctly reminded of different races of human, dog, etc..

This analysis had taken only seconds, and in that time, both Seth and his "friend" had transformed into full combat forms. John decided to intervene in the little spat that had come about, because he believed this Cullen clan's case, more than a frightened confession. First John had wanted to state why he was going to kill off the this "volturi" force. "Avatar Seth has had violence acted upon him by foreign dignitary. This is an act of war. I will respond in kind."

And they did. The two Avatars present started to go about doing just that, starting with the volturi council members present. They left who they knew to be Carlile Cullen alone, in favour of taking out the volturi.

In the end, the entire volturi force had been destroyed, and remaining had been Avatars in combat ready forms. Some of the vampires had been cut to pieces and consumed by tenticles, claws, swords, whipfists, or smached, but most had been dealt with by way of altered spikes that John used for a ranged weapon against biologicals. These spikes, either thrown or fired potato-gun style, were only half an atom thick at the tip, and carried very specific biological weapons payloads that could carry any number of things. Some of the things that were loaded in there were of John's own design, and others were some of the worst nature has ever produced.

If, for example, John was fighting a biological, he might use specific Blacklight viruses within it, to gain more Avatars. But if John were to fight a cybernetic or artificial race, he would switch out that virus to utilise DNA taken from microbes that would eat iron, or feed off of electricity. If John wanted to be really nasty against that race, he would make viruses that were silicon based instead of carbon, which would take out the majority of their circuitry. This method would still gain him more avatars, it would just take longer than the normal few seconds.

After it was all said and done, it took only a few minutes, and all of John's Avatars were facing the direction of the worried and awed force ready to fight for a little girl's life. Collectively, the Avatars nodded, and then said in unison, "The volturi were nasty little quasi-immortal beings. Do not become like them, and remember that you all can die. I'll admit I hadn't known you were vampires, and I hadn't known they were on this world.

"I commend your efforts into developing a cure for vampirism, but remember that you are not infected. It is not an infection, it only awakens Element M in your system to literally change your species from human to what you call vampire. And remember that you are not feeding off of blood, as your species thinks, but on the Em within the blood stream. Perhaps someday you will evolve to find ways to feed off of other sources of Em.

"The Em takes care of the upkeep of your body as well as oxygenation. It is why you do not bleed when your diamond-like skin breaks. It is also why you can do the things you can do.

"I'll leave you to find out the rest." With his long piece said, he had then uncloaked the ships he had stealthily brought down to the surface, and without a backwards glance, all of the Avatars had boarded and left.

John had a feeling that this planet would turn out to be quite interesting later on.

A/N: This is a little lighter than my usual chapter, but I'm not really in the frame of mind for creative writing. But I want to write, which makes it so frustrating!