Disclaimer: So yeah... still not Stephenie Meyer (but haven't I said that before)

Disclaimer Deuce: It wasn't I that hit him, but the Johnny Jump Up

Ivan's POV

Waterville Ireland. This piss tiny town was our destination. Felix said the ancestors of this cage fighter had power potential, according to some 'Eleazar' I chugged my drink and motioned for another one. "I don't even understand why you still drink that shit." Ulrich said leaning up against the bar next to me. I turned to him with a smile downing the rest of the ale in my mug. I made the motion with my fingers so I didn't need to speak. The scent of the woman behind the counter was… intoxicating. Truly I was getting more drunk off the smell of her fine blood than the whiskey I drank. I turned away from the bar getting air before answering Ulrich

"I'm Russian in an Irish pub, I've got a rep to upkeep." Ulrich laughed staring out at the crowd and in to the metal cage.

"Well what can I be serving ye kind sir? An' what brings two fellas of such size as ye two to our pub." She said addressing Ulrich. She had fair skin, beautiful brunette hair, and a fire in her eyes that I needed. I wasn't facing her, I'd turned towards the cage in the middle of the bar

"Business." Ulrich said flatly.

"I'll take another. And I crack at that nice ass" I said motioning back at the waitress.

"That be no way to talk to a fine lady." The man next to me said.

"Right…" I said ignoring him and taking another gulp of my drink. I watched as he meant to knock my drink off the counter, I quickly lifted it and drank it as if nothing had happened. He stumbled towards me and I put my drink down. He swung drunkenly at me with his opposite hand I caught his fist easily and wrapped my free hand around his head and pulled it to the bar carefully not to smash his skull and released as he fell to the floor.

I turned to see Ulrich catch the wrist of a guy trying to knife me. He squeezed and the guy dropped the knife. Ulrich stepped in for a quick elbow to his solar plexus then turned his arm up in to a back fist against the guys nose. He quickly fell like his friend.

"You two are trouble makers, you best be going before me brother be gettin' involed." The woman behind the counter commented.

"Hah, we didn't start this. I'm not worried though, whose you're brother?" she said pointing at the two of them coming over. The much larger of the two was our target, he was 6'6 nearly three hundred pounds. Almost as big as Ulrich and I. And he might have a special ability. Wait, she's his brother? That means she might have the ability as well. Murphy Mactavish. I looked at Ulrich knowing he was coming to the same conclusion. He nodded slightly.

"The big one or the small one?" I asked trying to confirm she was his sister.

"Both em." She said. The much smaller one if I had to guess was 5'6. Now that I took a closer look they did look similar.

"Woah woah, wait just a bloody second there Murph, we ain't getting a plud nickel for ye to be fightin' this guy 'ere."

"Don't ya know Connor, there be some things ya gotta be fightin' for." Ulrich pulled on my arm. I nodded. As much as I didn't want to walk away I knew I'd need to get out of here without raising too much suspicion. I followed him outside.

"I want to take the girl…" I said plainly.

"Fine, but we're taking the extra brother too." Ulrich responded.

"Why?"

"We need an army don't we? And it's possible the gene that holds the ability doesn't pass down to all children. We don't know… this is only raising our chances."

"Fine…"

"But you must do something for me."

"What's that?"

"I need you to change her… I don't think I'll be able to hold back."

"I will… I will."

Felix's POV

I stared in to the window of the house where my family was. They'd never known me but I'd protected them from a distance for generation after generation. I sighed heavily and then heard a slight shift on the roof I was standing on behind me and turned immediately tackling the person trying to sneak up on me the body smashed in to the roof and I pulled my arm up to attack but stopped short looking down seeing Evelyn below me. I stopped short. She had a smirk on her face.

"Not exactly how I was picturing you on top of me but…" I climbed off quickly.

"Come on now… no need to be hasty." She teased.

"What are you doing here?" I asked flatly.

"I followed you because I was worried."

"You couldn't have followed me… I…" said fading off. Had I lost a step? Was I not paying as close attention to detail as I used to?

"I never would have been able to get this close to you either… I never could in the past… what's wrong… why are you staring in this window."

"No reason." I lied. She looked in the window and understood.

"It's your family isn't it?" I looked back at her not wanting to concede but eventually doing so.

"Yes… yes it is."

"So why are you worried…"

"Someone knows about them… I don't know who they are but they attacked me… they are in danger because they are my kin… I can't protect them… I have duties… I just am waiting for them to be attacked."

"There must be some reason we don't know for why they haven't been killed yet."

"Simple… they're no good to our enemies dead… they're useful as hostages… as leverage…"

"Does Aro know about this?" I shook my head.

"No… I've kept it from them… but I don't want to sit around and wait for them to be kidnapped. The most logical thing is to have them killed before they can be used as leverage against me but I want them to be protected." Evelyn drew close to me wrapping her arms around my body from the side as we stared in the window. I kissed the top of her hair hugging her with one arm.

"And the shape shifter could be anyone…" I said taking in the scent of her familiar smell. It comforted me.

"The worst thing is I have this horrible feeling that the best I can do is wait for hell to come."

Ulrich's POV

I cleaned my mouth off covering it from her amazing taste. We left their bodies in the designated area. They'd be picked up the next night by the Volturi guard. We made our way to the airport much to Ivan's dismay. He didn't say it but I could tell he was worried about the girl. I tried not to smile, he'd probably try killing me just for thinking it. Ivan's gone soft. I smiled not daring to say it out loud.

"Where's our next target?" Ivan asked.

"Russia… someone related to some girl named Kate."

Sorry that this chapter is pretty short but I'm still sick… yep that's a good copout reason. Truthfully I was having trouble finding things to write about, hopefully next chapter will not suffer the same cruel fate. Thanks for reading and reviewing. Remember knucks, high fives, rolls of twenties, and comments. Catch you on the flip side.