Sorry about the delay, I got stuck on how to approach this chapter, then we got evicted, and all sorts of fun stuff. I honestly wanted to jump right into the fun of the revelation but I also don't want to reveal who it is immediately. So is it me? Is what you? The old soul! Come on! Tell me it's me! It's you. I want to be excited but I feel you're telling me what I want to hear. Of course I am. How else will I get you to shut up? Fine. I guess I'll wait with them. Patience is key, Dol. Write. I want to know what happens.

Running. Running across the land, using all his strength to swim across the ocean, it was all without effort. That was the only advantage he had. Mary would be stuck taking a plane with Brady and the girl. Or she'd ditch them at the airport and track him down herself. Either way, it didn't matter. Finding the Old Soul was the important thing. If he had to kill the entire pack to get to her he would because Mary would do it without a second thought.

This girl was going to try to tear his face off. It was inevitable. Getting her to cooperate was the real challenge. A challenge he didn't have much time for. If he knew who she was a reincarnation of he knew he could wake her. Or possibly him. There were a couple memories of Dol's incarnations that had been from the perspective of males.

There was a way he could test if this was his aunt. It was a simple enough test, he would attempt to wake her. If the Old Soul woke up to reveal his aunt then it was Dol and there would be a problem…if it wasn't her, could he wake an Old Soul without a name? Would he be able to yell "wake up" to the soul without them knowing who the past incarnation was? Something deep in him told him, no, it wasn't that simple.

His focus was drawn to his surroundings when he caught the scent, the pack. He wasn't far out and a couple of them were closing in on him. Probably the ones that were still somewhat human mentally. Rather than dive into his killing spree he paused, waiting for the wolves to find him.

There was no sign of the girl's heartbeat in the immediate vicinity but if he listened further out, there she was, with a few wolves from the sound of it. She was here then.

His focus was drawn forward as Billy stepped from the trees, his expression was extremely wary, "You kidnapped her daughter." The first words from his mouth, it made sense that they'd heard from the other pack.

"Where's the girl?"

Wariness crossed the shifter's expression, for good reason. "Why does it matter, Collin?"

"I can't say I'm sorry for this but if you don't bring her out in the next thirty seconds I am going to slaughter your entire pack. After that I recommend waking up the human mentalities of most of your pack because Mary is coming for her. If you want to live through the day you will cooperate with both her and me."

His grandfather stared at him, stunned. Mary was either really close or would be here soon. There wasn't time for this.

"Thirty." He began counting, either Billy would try to kill him or he'd cooperate. The shifter looked conflicted, "twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven." Collin continued counting without a second thought.

"Collin, talk to me. Why-"

"I'm warning you, Billy. Get her. Now."

The shifter swallowed heavily. "Okay." He breathed out, turning his head and nodding towards the trees where Collin could vaguely hear a wolf pacing in place. There was a brief pause in the movement before it took off in the direction of the girl's heartbeat.

"Tell me what happened, Collin."

"I explained Old Souls to you before. Mary is worried she is Ak again. Which isn't supposed to be possible. Dol, your daughter, once she died. That was supposed to be it."

At first Billy didn't speak, a certain sadness manifesting in his expression. "I wasn't Dol's father. Charlie Swan was her father. I may have knocked her mother up but the Swans and her mother raised her. Not me." A long drawn out pause, "I know what you all think of me. Most of it I've earned. I abandoned your aunt and grandmother. I shouldn't have done it but I did. I am the reason your grandmother is dead." Another pause, Collin didn't comment on his words because it was all true. "I'm not stupid, Collin. Mary is going to kill us, there's nothing we can do to stop her. I want to die knowing that I said it though, if I could take it back…I would never have slept with Ellen. Before you get pissed at me, if your aunt had never been born, your mother wouldn't have gone through the Hellish childhood she did. I ruined your mother's life by making a terrible mistake. If Dol hadn't been born, things would've happened differently. She may have never found her soul sister but she would've lived a semi normal life. A life she deserved."

What Billy didn't realize was, if his mother hadn't gone through all she had with his aunt, Mary wouldn't have killed Ak. Ak would've won. She would've wiped out humanity. Ended it all. His regret didn't make things better, in fact, it made it worse. He wasn't apologizing for the benefit of anyone other than himself. Honestly, there was a strong temptation to say screw it and just kill Billy, snap his neck and be done with it. No. He couldn't do that now. Brady deserved that kill. This was the man that was responsible for the death of his grandmother.

Collin didn't speak a word, instead letting his gaze wander to the tree line as the Old Soul came tearing out of the trees to tackle him to the ground, growling and biting at him as she ran on her hands and feet.

Rather than dealing with the current issue at hand he allowed her to tackle him, wrapping his arms around her, she made a sound that was purely animalistic, a scream that hurt his ears. She fought and struggled against him. This wouldn't work. He could carry her like this but she was like a siren. A constant beacon to their location if her scent and heartbeat wasn't a lethal enough giveaway. There was one place he could take her. Carlisle had spent the end of his life perfecting a location vampires couldn't track into. At least not easily. It wouldn't take Mary long to figure it out but it would give him time. That was it. That was what he needed. Time.

But the shouting.

"Collin, let her down." Billy's tone was wary, "Before you snap at me. If you put her down, she'll calm down. You can get her to cooperate. You just have to know how."

Reluctantly, Collin set the girl down and immediately she sprang away from him, running behind Billy and growling at Collin from behind the older man, poking her head around his legs in a way that reminded Collin of when he would hide behind his mother when he was human.

Two wolves stepped out of the trees, a male one laying down next to the girl and Billy, growling lowly at Collin. The other, who was smaller and clearly female, stepped behind his grandfather. Collin couldn't see exactly what happened but the girl made a sort of wailing sound in response as Billy stepped aside, the wolf carefully pushing the girl towards him. The Old Soul fell back on her butt and looked between the female wolf and him rapidly before making sound like a whimper towards the wolf again. There was wordless communication between the wolf and girl before the girl crawled over to Collin, glancing back once at the female wolf before standing up carefully.

This was the first time he'd looked. The first time he'd truly looked at her and seen past those everchanging eyes. The girl was small, definitely around ten, around his age physically. Scars from the claw and bitemarks covered most every inch of her skin, something was familiar about her. Features he couldn't quite place from his memories…well technically someone else's memories.

The face, the eye shape…It was so familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. Who was she? Who had she been? Even if she shared physical aspects to someone they knew, that didn't mean that was who they were. Mary had briefly explained that incarnations of her sister would usually be sentimental, people that meant a lot to the most recent incarnation or objects that were important. It wasn't a completely consisted concept as Mary knew very well that most of her original incarnations had held almost complete similarities of her original form. Though she wasn't a hundred percent positive, the theory of Dol's appearance had to do with the previous incarnation being held captive by Kachiri and driven insane. Dol's appearance probably had something to do with either a hallucination or an object like a doll or toy. They weren't certain. Unless Collin somehow mistakenly fell into the other incarnation's memories it simply wasn't possible for them to know. Unless they found one of the vampires that had been involved with the imprisonment of the other incarnation. It had never seemed important to them though, what was done was done. Dol and Ak were gone for good. Now Collin really wanted to know exactly what triggered Old Souls features so he could look for what could have triggered this girl's. The only thing they knew for certain was it had to be something revolving around the girl's old life whether it be a person or something else. Hell, she could've pulled aspects from a TV show for all he knew.

He was getting off track though, awkwardly he picked up the girl, cradling her in his arms with ease though she was almost the same size as him. She made a sound that resembled a whimper but didn't fight him this time. "Billy, we all hate you. With every ounce of our beings. We hate you and everything you represent. If Mary or Brady don't kill you. I will. I promise you this because it's the justice my grandmother and mother deserve." Billy didn't respond to his grandson's words. Nothing else was said as Collin turned and took off, heading south.

To pass the time normally Collin would've sank into someone's memories but this time around he couldn't because he couldn't risk dropping the girl if he was shocked out of them. In the nearest city he got to he stole a car –which by the way was extremely difficult to drive considering he was ten- and drove around fifty miles in it before dropping a brick on the gas pedal and sending it on its way. The Old Soul had fallen asleep in the back seat of the car but he'd been forced to wake her up to carry her again. If she was as feral as he'd assumed she hadn't been showing it. For the most part she'd been completely cooperative with him. At least since they'd left. Not something he was complaining about but it was something he was curious about.

There were so many questions without answers, Collin wasn't identical to his aunt in wanting to know anything he could about everything but he also didn't like the lack of information he had now. Knowing what an Old Soul was left a massive puzzle piece out of a bigger picture. It was driving him up the walls, well the metaphorical walls, at the current time they were standing on the shore of a beach. This part would be difficult. The place they were going; it couldn't be accessed by normal means. That had been Carlisle's purpose. Carlisle had used to take a helicopter there because scent trails couldn't get left for vampires to track if they went by flight. In all of Collin's past trips to the location he had just swam. Glancing at the sleeping girl in his arms he knew he wouldn't be able to do it like that. If he hadn't been a kid, he might've been able to but with the two of them basically the same size it simply wasn't possible.

They were so close. All he needed to do was cut the trail off. Possibly, a boat might work. It would leave a dead clue to what had happened but it would give them time. That was what he needed. Time. There was a dock close by so he bolted towards it, well aware he would be leaving an open trail to where he headed.

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The boat ride was long and draining for Collin and he was getting restless, they'd settled into the area beneath the deck which, hopefully, would cut their trail short. In the past Collin hadn't tried to hide from Mary but she had told him of ways some vampires had cut their trail from her. It never lasted, she was simply too strong. If he knew how to drive a boat he'd probably just jump the man driving this one before they got to the island. The lack of questions asked when Collin showed up with a naked ten-year-old and he himself being only ten made Collin uncomfortable. If he'd been human this man would've been basically kidnapping the two. He would kill the man when they arrived. Assuming he didn't do it before then because every time he looked at the girl curled up on the floor a few feet from him his instincts told him to kill her.

Her heartbeat infiltrated his senses, drew him in. Never once did he regret his killing spree more than he currently did. Overdoing his feedings had given him a constant need to kill, while it hadn't bothered him much in his frantic search for Mary it was started to front and center his mind again, blood, gore, kill.

"So…girl…I'm going to call you…Holly, yeah, Holly. So…" He cleared his throat uncomfortably as he talked to the girl, her eyes opened and she lifted her head, tilting it slightly as he spoke to her. "I know…I know you've lived with the wolves for a while…eight years…but there has to be some humanity left…I mean…" He rambled on, feeling like a fool, this girl hadn't lived with humans since she was two, that was assuming she was two when she was living with humans before the wolves found her. "I mean, they aren't regular wolves. They're shapeshifters. They had to have bled out some sort of humanity in you. I feel like an idiot talking to you, please, give me some sort of sign you understand a word coming out of my mouth."

After a moment, the girl pushed up and crawled over to him, laying her head in his lap as she laid on her back, staring up at him with big gray eyes. Collin wasn't certain but the reaction had to have been a, "yes, I understand you."

"Can I keep talking?" When the girl didn't move he continued talking, trying hard not to think about the position she was in, how it exposed that blood vessel in her throat so perfectly, how if he leaned down he could strike without her realizing what was happening. No. He couldn't. She was an Old Soul. She was someone they knew. She had to be. He couldn't kill her. "When I saw you out there you were probably the most confusing creature I'd ever laid my eyes on. I mean, God, there are only two of your kind in existence. At least in theory. If you were my aunt…" He swallowed heavily, not wanting to think about what it would mean if this girl had been Dol. Because if he went to that island and he woke up Dol, it would mean Mary was right. "It doesn't matter. You can't be her; the eternity cycle has been broken. You're someone else. But maybe I should go ahead and check. I will have to soon." Those eyes never left his face, even when he looked across the room to stare at the wood walls of the boat he could feel the eternal eyes boring holes into him. The eyes of someone older, the eyes that belonged to someone ancient. "I'm going to, I'm going to try." He finally said after what felt like hours, he looked down at the young girl, laying a hand under her back and gently pushing her into a sitting position. "Turn around, Holly. Alright?" Hesitantly, the young girl did as told, her eyes yet again meeting his. It was almost like she was staring directly into his soul, if he had one. It made him uncomfortable to say the least but he allowed it. "Okay, Holly. I'm going to try to wake up another aspect of you. If it's you. I need you to not fight it if it happens, alright?" The girl didn't speak, watching him silently, those eyes. The eyes burnt into him, made him question himself, made him unsure if he wanted the answer to that question. "Dol." He breathed out, too quiet, the girl didn't react to the name. "Dol." He said it louder, much louder, no response. Maybe that was a good thing. "Dol! I need you to wake up! Aunt Dol!" Nothing, no reaction. That didn't exactly mean it wasn't her. Swallowing heavily he went for a different approach, "Ak." He spoke Mary's sister's name carefully, "Ak, it is time to wake up! Your sister is looking for you! She wants your head! You broke the rules!" The girl didn't react to his yelling, nothing. That was good. It meant he was right. This wasn't Dol.

Both their heads jerked towards the door when the middle aged man driving the boat opened it. Light flooded the small area, immediately the girl started growling at him in that way only she could. Collin rose to his feet as the man made his way down the steps, moving in front of the girl.

"You two alright, down here?" The man asked, looking all too disappointed at the way Collin blocked his sight. Sicko. The word rang through Collin's head by instinct. After all, Collin knew exactly how this man was reacting, he could smell it. Every instinct told him to rip this man's heart out of his chest but he held back, knowing they needed him still. Or did they?

"Have you made it to where I asked?" Collin asked, trying to make himself sound more mature, because he was, this man would've never guessed he was talking to someone who had been alive for more than twenty years.

"Of course. Now can I ask what someone your age is doing all alone on a strange man's boat with someone else just as little as you?" The man attempted to come off as a sweet person but there was a predatory undertone to his voice. Collin had to stop himself from physically shuddering.

"Getting dinner." Collin said with as much hostility he could muster, no, he wouldn't play nice with this man. He wouldn't even give himself the satisfaction of playing an innocent child. This man deserved to see what was coming after him. Allowing the glow of his eyes to seep through took no effort, when they did the man standing in front of him froze up, staring at the young boy with fear. Maybe he wasn't completely stupid. The man turned and bolted up the stairs, Collin wasted no time in going after him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to turn.

The rest of what happened was insignificant, at least it was to the Old Soul behind him. Collin wasn't even really aware of what happened, it wasn't a quick death for the man. That was the important thing. He suffered before he died.

Covered in blood and gore, Collin picked up the young girl who had fallen asleep on the floor despite the sounds of flesh being ripped from bone and blood curdling screams. Without a word he carried her onto the deck and was happy to see the man had been true to his words, they had stopped at the large island that Carlisle had spent a good chunk of time at. He was well aware that the island had several amenities to it, however he'd never really looked. Carefully he launched himself from the boat, landing on the dock and looking at the beautiful island, there was a clear carved path in between the groups of trees that began at the shoreline. It was clear someone had been here, keeping the grounds, otherwise the path would've been grown over. If he scented the air there was the faint scent of a human, he couldn't place whether they were still here or they'd left recently but the scent was there. Hopefully, the presence of humans meant that there'd at least be a bit of food. While he didn't need to eat, Holly would have to.

At first the Old Soul allowed him to carry her, it was kind of comforting, it took no effort for him to hold her and she seemed content in his arms. However, it was clear when she wanted free from his hold because she started squirming, throwing looks between him and the ground. Reluctantly, Collin set her down and she took off down the path on all fours. He would need to get her clothes before they went back into civilization, he really would. The nudity thing made him uncomfortable for one solid reason, her age. The man on the boat had been the perfect example of why she needed clothing. Not for his benefit but for her. Yes, he had no problem killing any sick bastard they came across but even he knew there was a line on killing. Sooner or later, Mary would confront him about that.

Mary.

The whole reason he was following the young girl up to the large house situated at the center of the island, it was covered with mostly glass walls, at least three floors visible from the front, where there was wall it was a beautiful white. The furniture inside was a darker color, a cream color. He didn't pay much attention to that, the human's scent was stronger up here. Except…it wasn't a human, no, there were two scents here. The human's scent hadn't belonged to a human. It had been a shifter. If he'd been more focused, he would've known that right off the bat. It had been years since Collin had caught these scents. These two were probably the only people on the planet Collin trusted not to immediately rat him out to Mary.

Nahuel and Seth. The two had been like uncles to Daula at one point apparently, about a year after he was born Nahuel had actually gotten down on his knees and begged Mary to make it so he could be turned him back into a vampire, apparently his overabundance of memories was having a negative effect on his mentality. She'd complied and after that he'd gotten bitten and they'd drifted away from the family, if it wasn't for now Collin would've honestly thought they were dead. A black hair brown eyed man, Nahuel, appeared in the doorway, the second he spotted the two approaching a massive grin appeared on his face as he flung open the door and strode forward towards them.

Of course Holly didn't take that very well, she went wolf mode and tore across the ground at him, growling her growl and going for his throat. Nahuel made a startled sound and caught the girl mid lunge, holding her out in front of him and raising an eyebrow in Collin's direction as she began her yowling.

"Holly!" He called as he ran up to his uncle and the young girl.

"I have to admit, Collin. While you really need a girlfriend, feral Old Souls was not what I had in mind." Nahuel smiled knowingly at him before turning his focus to the young girl, "Holly, is it? Calm down. Now." The girl made a small yowling sound before slumping in his arms.

"How did-"

Nahuel interrupted him before he could finish, setting the girl down and motioning towards the still open door which she made a beeline through. "Billy sent out an APB or whatever to all the shifters to be on the lookout for you and the feral child. Then we got a phonecall from Mary about an hour ago telling us that the second you showed up with her to kill her or to call her." Collin swallowed unnecessarily, suddenly extremely wary. "Oh, don't worry, kid. We aren't loyal to Mary. We're only loyal to Bella and her kin. Always have been and always will be. Of course you'll have to understand that we won't step in the crossfires if she shows up here."

Nodding slowly, Collin understood what he meant, though he felt the need to clarify, "You mean when she shows up here. She isn't stupid. When I vanish off the map she'll put two and two together."

"I guess we need to wake up your friend before Mer shows up."

There weren't that many people that knew about waking up Old Souls. Much less what an Old Soul was, so the remark threw him off. "How do you know about that?" Collin asked as Nahuel stepped forward, pulling the young vampire into his arms for a hug. Collin didn't fight it, in fact he welcomed it, though he had never really known Nahuel he'd seen his mother's memories of the man. From those memories he'd learned that Nahuel had no care for personal boundaries or who you were or what you'd done.

"You're joking, right?" Nahuel responded with a laugh. "I was your mom's closest friend, Collin. You of all people have surely seen that. I probably know more about her than anyone else. Except you. I was the only other person on the planet she knew that went through the burden of losing and regaining their memories after being devamped. She could talk to me about it all and I would listen and be able to relate."

Honestly, Collin hadn't known that. Whenever he had dived into his mother's memories he'd gone into the time before her and his father had gotten together. It was easier than risk seeing something he couldn't unsee. It was one thing to stumble onto a memory of his mom sleeping with Edward or Rosalie or one of the vampires in Volterra, which by the way was still extremely disturbing, but there was another thing to see his mom and dad. No thanks.

"Come inside and say hi to your other uncle while we try to piece together who your little girlfriend is." Nahuel continued, setting the young boy down.

"She isn't-" It clicked what Nahuel was implying, which was far from the case, in fact, in Collin's mind, it was just wrong to imply that. Holly was ten, that was her real age. He wasn't his physical age.

"Apparently you don't share your mom's sense of humor. I'm screwing with you, kid. Relax. I know you aren't your physical age. I was there the day you were born." Nahuel gave his shoulder a squeeze before turning and heading into the large house. With a bit of reluctance Collin followed the old vampire in. "Seth! Come say hi to your nephew and leave the poor girl to do her thing!"

A couple minutes after that was said another man rounded a corner with Holly clinging to his back with her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder. "Nahuel, I will slap you." Seth complained before offering Collin a smile. It was obvious Seth used the shifter's trick for immortality. He was about the same age as Nahuel, physically in his early thirties, which meant he continued to shift to keep himself the age of his vampire. "I'm sorry to hear about your mom," was the second thing that left his mouth, followed by, "I have half a mind to feed you right on over to Mary. Mass murder is not okay. I don't care who died, I don't care if Mary is a little brat, you had no right." Seth's tone was full of a tone that Bella had used on Collin more than once, if he could've cried he might've just because it had been a long time since someone had lectured him for acting up. "Holly!" He growled out, looking over as the girl bit into his shoulder, growling softly.

Nahuel chuckled as Holly let go, looking guilty as she laid her head back on his shoulder. "Any luck with communicating with our little friend?"

"Oh, she can communicate." Seth stated with annoyance, "Doesn't mean she will. I think whatever mentality she has locked up in there with her is guiding her behavior for the most part. Except the animal aspects. Now we're going to put her in some clothes then she's going to sleep in a proper bed."

"I thought-"

"She's already been fed, Collin. We knew she was coming." Seth turned on his heels and made his way down a hallway.

"He sounds…" Collin wasn't sure how to respond.

"Like a cranky wife? Yeah, he does that." Nahuel offered an apologetic glance as he made his way through a door, Collin following closely. There was a large white couch in the room with a glass coffee table in the middle, they could see out the window from the room, Nahuel slumped into the couch, "He wants a kid. We've been arguing about it for the past week or two. It's not that I don't want kids, that isn't the case. It's just…I don't want to raise a kid to watch him or her grow old and die. There's nothing worse about being immortal than that prospect." Collin swallowed heavily, completely understanding where Nahuel was coming from with that, hesitantly he took the seat next to the other vampire as he continued, "I mean, I've had a kid before. My original mate and I took an abandoned human in. We raised her. It was the greatest feeling in the world, being a parent, until she grew older than us. We watched her grow old and die. She didn't want immortality so we were forced to watch her die. I want to give Seth this but…I don't want him to hurt when he or she gets older."

Honestly, Collin didn't know how to respond so instead he stayed silent, after probably five minutes Nahuel rose and left him alone there. Staring off into the trees he decided it wouldn't be a bad time to seek out someone's memories, anyone's memories. Closing his eyes, he allowed his ability to dive into whatever memory it chose.

I know not everyone was a fan of Nahuel, I have always loved him though. Seth came out sounding like a woman. I know, Dol. It just kind of happened and I rolled with it. You're an idiot. Anyways, I planned on sliding a memory into the end of this chapter but couldn't bring myself to do it. I know a bunch of memories I want to play out but I don't know how to write them out and I really felt I owed you guys a chapter. Anyways, reviews motivate me! Byebye!