Um I may or may not have finished the three-part ending. May or may not have. Isn't that your avoidance way of saying you did? Shutup, Dol. We all know you're in love with me. I never said that! I'm pretty sure falling in love with figments of your imagination is a sign of insanity. Haven't you learned anything from Bella? Okay, I'm moving on from this conversation. Are we gonna talk about the fact that my commentary was called entertaining? The world doesn't revolve around you. Ak would beg to differ. I'm going to write now.

Collin's eyes flickered open and the first thing he became aware of was the agonizing burning in his throat. There was no time to think as he launched himself to his feet and followed his senses to the corner of the, what he unconsciously noted as, bedroom. Without a thought he threw open the closet door, again unconsciously noting was locked, and threw himself into it, hitting the mostly unconscious human body. The human didn't fight as Collin struck for her throat, biting into the flesh and sating himself. He was pretty sure she couldn't.

It wasn't enough to fully sate his thirst, which was strange, but it was enough to help him concentrate.

What the hell just happened?

That was the first thought that ran through his head. Which was accurate for generally everything he'd just experienced. He'd never starved himself of blood, he'd been Mary's creation and he'd always taken what he wanted. However, the way he felt then felt exactly what he expected starving himself would feel like.

Which raised an important question.

Why had he felt like he'd been starved?

He stared at the woman he'd drained, a blonde haired woman no older than thirty. He made a face at the sight and carefully pushed himself to his feet, expanding his senses and trying to pinpoint where exactly he was.

While he allowed his other senses to explore the area which, so far, was empty of any presence other than the residual scent of the woman he had just killed. As expected he didn't find Mary's scent at first.

With his visual senses he eyed the bedroom around him, stepping out of the closet and looking at the bed in the corner of the very empty bedroom that seemed extremely familiar. Where had he seen this before?

He thought back across every memory he had, his own and everyone else. This room was familiar yet he couldn't place where from.

Who did it belong to?

It took a bit of sifting but finally he figured it out. Well it had looked a whole hell of a lot different back then but it was the same room.

Scrunching his eyebrows in confusion he made his way to the exit, why was he in Forks? Why was he in his mother's childhood home? More importantly, why had he been left in his grandmother's bedroom? The house had been abandoned a long while back, they still owned it, but no one lived in it. In fact, nobody lived in Forks anymore.

Collin pushed open the door and looked out, seeing no one. "Mary, if you're here. Come out and talk. What's going on?"

Silence. Nothing.

His other senses weren't picking anything up either. In three words, it was unnerving. In more than three, there was seriously something wrong and what the hell was going on?

The last thing he remembered before being sucked into his aunt's memory was arriving at her grave. That had been in Colorado. What the hell was he doing in Washington? Why was he here and where the hell was Mary?

This felt like something out of a horror movie. Except he was the only one killing so far.

He made his way to the living room, flashes of the conversations he'd just had with his mom and aunt flashing through his mind, one after the other.

"Mary?" He tried again, nothing. Frowning he made his way to the kitchen, spotting a small cellphone sitting on the counter and a, thank god, note. He lifted the note written in an elegant script and skimmed it, eyes widening and a shocked sound escaping him at what it said.

Collin,

It's been a month since you became unresponsive. I'm sorry but we had to leave. While no one can kill me they can incapacitate me again. Whatever Vasilii is doing, he's making his move. The Head Counsel regrouped and they're pissed. Call me when you wake up.

- Mary

It's been three weeks since I wrote that. I'm in a rush. Damnit, Collin. Of all the times you could possibly do this. I kidnapped someone so you can feed when you wake up. If she's dead when you get up, sorry about that. I didn't want to risk her getting loose so I tied her up and left her.

Emma is missing. Kayden made her move on Brady's family. Call Nahuel when you wake up.

-Mary

Without a thought, Collin turned the phone on and waited, impatiently, for it to turn on. Okay. So a month at least. Considering the woman was still alive when he woke up, at the most he'd assume a week since Mary had last been there. A week was being generous.

It had been almost two months since he'd left. Which made no sense. Not one single bit of sense. Sure, he'd checked out on more than one occasion and time had passed. Never like that. Never that drastically.

The second the screen was on he dialed Nahuel's number and pressed the phone to his ear, counting the rings impatiently. Ring, ring, ring, rin-

"Hello?" Came a groggy voice, Brady.

"Brady?"

"Collin?" Suddenly his cousin was much more awake. "Mary!"

One, two, "Collin! Dammit, what the hell!" Mary sounded uncharacteristically exhausted. Actually, come to think of it, Collin didn't think she could sound exhausted. "Two months. What the hell?"

"I-"

"You should've listened to your mom. Your gift is so off the rails. What in the hell?"

"I don't know, Mary." He hissed out, snapping. "You tell me, miss motherofthespecies."

Silence on the other line, "I have no idea, Collin. I'm sorry. Look, we're on the island."

"You're hiding?" He asked her disbelievingly, a growl on the other end was the response. "I'm not hiding. Not from some-"

"I'm not hiding. Fucking hell. Brady, talk to him."

The sound of movement, a borderline snarl, then the sound of the walls rattling and Nahuel's shout, "Mary, don't you destroy my house! I will end you if you do!" An empty threat that lacked Nahuel's normal humor.

Mary was hiding? What had happened? What had changed? "Collin, you still there? She cracked the screen."

Collin shuddered out a breath at Brady's uneasy words. "Yes."

"Look, the past couple months have been a mess. Really bad for every species. Mary is under a lot of stress. Hold on." Brady went quiet for a minute and Collin listened to the sound of movement on the other line.

Nahuel's voice coming from somewhere in the background, "I will bite you if you don't stop touching things. Jesus Christ. You're worse than children."

A muttered apology from an unrecognizable voice.

A door clicking shut. "I'm going to skip to the important stuff. I know you have a lot of questions but you need to get here. First thing is this. Keep in tune with your surroundings. This is important, Collin. If you hear anything that sounds like another creature assume that it wants to kill you." With that warning he stretched his senses out to listen closely, checking for footsteps or anything within the distance he could reach. "About three days after you blacked out Ayla warned us that Kayden and her pack had entered the states. They didn't make a move at first. Vasilii did. The werewolves are slaughtering vampires and shapeshifters left and right. That's where Mary came in. See, The Head Counsel was great but they turned on Mary and their ally is now slaughtering the species. You can imagine that not too many vampires are rooting for them at the moment. If you had to look for guidance on genocide, where would you go?"

Collin didn't hesitate in his answer, "Mary." So Vasilii was having vampires and werewolves slaughtered by the handfuls.

"Yes. Most everyone knows about my Imprint on her, vampires started having shapeshifters send in calls for help. Which of course put Mary in a spot she never wanted."

"She's stuck being a leader." Collin breathed out.

He could almost see Brady shake his head, "It's more than that. She's the oldest creature in existence. It isn't just the vampires looking to her for guidance but shapeshifters as well. Well, those that don't blame this entire mess on her. She's having to guide two species on how to survive the werewolves while also having to consider every single one of them may turn on her at any moment. Then of course she couldn't bring you without risking killing you. She's using bloodbags, Collin. It's bad." He said the last part quietly, as though saying it quiet enough might make it not real. "You need to join us but you need to do it without getting captured or killed."

"Wait, Br-"

"I don't know how Emma got kidnapped and I don't have time to talk. I need to get my three hours of sleep so I can get back to redirecting the packs. Just…get here. Don't get cau-"

"Give me the phone." Mary's voice came from nowhere and Brady made an irritated sound, "I don't have time to argue. Go. Sleep." Then she was on the line and the sound of feet stomping was distinct. "Collin, I'm sorry. I don't want to do this but I can't come for you. If my scent gets caught on the mainland there will be a lot of problems. I can't cloak myself from those that want my head on a platter when they're all looking for me."

"I can't hide fro-"

"I know." Mary breathed out, growling with irritation, "I'm sorry, Collin. If you're alone it's one thing, if you're with me then it's something else entirely. The entire paranormal world is falling apart and all I can tell you is to be discreet. Pack some of Bella's clothes and take the car. Ditch the car in the nearest city and put her clothes on to hopefully mask your scent. When you're crossing the states, stick to the cities when you can. Use the humans as a camouflage." She paused for several long moments, there was the distinctive sound of movement on the other line, something told him she was moving away from the house. Collin couldn't bring himself to say anything, afraid of what might come out. "If you get caught… I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was so damned wrong. I should've never turned you. I forced you to be my brother and-"

"I'm not going to die." He couldn't listen to that. Not that. Not a farewell speech. His words were sure.

"I know that you won't die." A shaky breath on the other line, "There are three people on the planet that can kill me. Just three. One is safely tucked away on this island, one wants me dead, and one is the perfect bargaining chip if caught alive. From the little that Ayla has been able to get from her mom's pack, Kayden is actively looking for you." Which meant that he shouldn't be in Forks. That was the last place he should be. "If they catch you, they'll use you as leverage. Bait that I will bite at."

"Mary." He warned. "If they catch me, you won't come for me. Swear to me."

Silence for one, two, "I can't promise that. I'm low on family." Collin gritted his teeth. They couldn't have this argument now, despite it was the only chance they had to have it. "Come to the island. Don't leave a scent trail to it. Come in from a different border."

"Okay." He muttered, was that a heartbeat? He listened closer but he couldn't tell. He was almost certain he'd heard a heartbeat. Was he being paranoid?

"And Collin…" Pause, there again. Definitely something. "I'm sorry." Of course she wouldn't say it. 'I'm sorry' was her form of the three words. He knew what she meant.

"I love you too." He muttered quietly into the line, "I'll be quick and quiet. I have to go." He hung up before she could say anything else.

Definitely a heartbeat.

And footsteps crunching across leaves.

There was only one. Of course that didn't mean there weren't more waiting in the distance. Out of range. Using the single, what he suspected as, shapeshifter to draw him in.

He muted the phone and pocketed it as he made his way upstairs, gathering some of his mom's childhood clothes from the rubble that had once been her dresser.

He grimaced slightly at his mom's memory of destroying this room. It definitely wasn't one of her finer moments. It also had been a fair reaction to the situation.

He found one of their old suitcases and began piling those clothes into it, basking in his mom's residual scent. It wasn't much. Too much time had passed. It had to be enough.

The sound of footsteps and the heartbeat were getting closer.

Damnit.

He had to kill whatever it was. If he didn't he had no chance.

Wait…they were running. Paws hitting the forest floor. One wolf or whatever it was.

High alert. He lifted the suitcase and slipped down the stairs silently, setting the suitcase by the door and listening. Definitely running.

He listened and waited. Waited for them to get closer. Waited just inside the door, not breathing, not moving…just outside. Just the one. So close he could smell it now. Shapeshifter. Definitely a shapeshifter and…the crunching of bones…

Knocking on the door.

Knocking?

He blinked, the knocking being done in a weird pattern that could almost come across as something being hit around or moved around.

Hesitantly he opened the door, prepared for the worst.

What he was met with the sight of was definitely not who he'd expected.

Flashes of his mom's memories ran across his vision.

"Haley?" He asked disbelievingly. She was old. Much, much older than the young woman his mom had met all those years ago.

What the hell?

She pressed a finger to her lips, her eyes panicked, her entire appearance ragged and exhausted. She made several motions with her hands which he stared blankly at.

She gave him a look that told him that if she could speak, she'd be chewing him out.

Haley.

More extended family, though Quil was never really actually seen as family. He was Dol's brother and Haley was his which meant that Haley was his…complicated family bonds.

She pushed past him and made a beeline for the kitchen, he followed her with unease as she dug a pen out and scribbled out a note before handing it to him.

Hidden microphones in house. Don't talk. Broke off from Kayden's pack. I'm supposed to be patrol. Need to leave now. She wants your head. Know you have no reason to trust me but it's true. She heard you talk to Mary.

Collin shifted uncomfortably, reading the note and looking at the girl in front of him. She could've been lying. A massive part of Collin truly believed she was lying. There was no reason for him to trust her.

Except that god forsaken curse that was going to get him killed.

Family.

He clenched his teeth, watching her for a moment before nodding and making his way back towards the door.

It had to be a mute. He heard the sound of her footsteps following him, carefully quiet as he picked the suitcase up and made his way out the door. Silently he walked down the sidewalk, taking in the sight of the overgrown neighborhood thoughtfully. In the driveway there was a van parked that he had no doubt was his getaway vehicle. Glancing back at the golden haired woman who was following him quietly he returned his focus to the car, opening the back door and throwing the suitcase in. Just as he went to get in the driver side a hand came down on his sleeve, he met the woman's eyes to see a silent statement.

"Let me drive." He shouldn't have agreed but he did, nodding faintly and moving around to the other side.

"Ditch the car." He heard Mary's words from before and grimaced. She must've suspected.

Which meant the car was probably in the same shape as the house.

Great.

Once they were both seated she started it up and cast him an apologetic glance.

He needed to talk to her because he truly couldn't trust her until he got a better understanding.

He pulled the phone from his pocket and dialed out as Haley pulled out of the driveway and began driving. He listened patiently until finally the other line clicked.

"Ganymede's Just-Like-The-God Kidnapping Service, how may I help you?" Nahuel's voice came from the other line, trying, and failing, to sound lighthearted.

"It's Collin."

"I know it's Collin. Caller ID is a great little gift in this day and age." Pause, the sounds of claws on tile flooring followed by bones breaking and an indecipherable whisper. "You're with Haley. Smart move. Possibly." He glanced over at Haley who was watching the road.

"Should I worry?" He asked.

"Ayla heard about it which could mean anything. I'd be wary." The sound of running and something shattering. "Dammit, girls!" Anger. A faint smile appeared on his face as he listened to the commotion. Even if he had no idea what exactly was going to happen, it sounded familiar. Family bickering. Vivid memories of him and Daula running through the house, despite the age difference, and getting into trouble flashed across his vision. His mom's memories of her and Dol followed closely and his throat closed. "Adrian come get your daughters or they'll be dinner!" A long sigh and frightened squeals then Nahuel was talking to him again, "Children are nightmares but I'll be damned if I didn't miss them. Collin, I-"

"Nahuel, I need you out here!" A voice called from a distance. Lila. A snarl from what was definitely a wolf, barely audible, but there.

"Oh for the love of- Collin, I have to go. Be careful." A click from the other line seconds after the sound of yowling from a wolf in pain.

Okay so things there were tense. It wasn't hard to assume that there were some of Mary's trusted shapeshifters and vampires there. That didn't change the automatic tension between the two enemy species. Wonderful.

He let out a shuddering sigh, glancing at Haley.

All she did was offer him the most reassuring look she could.

This silent car ride was going to drive him insane. Shutting his eyes, he allowed someone's memory to carry him away.

.-~**~-.

He slowly slipped out of a visit with a young Leah. Now that he knew…she had been around eleven in the memory. They'd spent some time talking about nothing specific, her life, Emmett, there wasn't much to talk about. She basically spent all of her time in that bedroom.

He had learned that Emmett had been a good father to her. Probably better than John. Part of him was a bit envious if it. Even if Emmett had been forced to give her to Kachiri, he had tried to give her a semi-normal life.

A lot of blame was put on the parents in that city, 'they should've let them go', 'they should've freed them'. Collin picked up pretty quickly from her stories that it wasn't simple. There were specific rules and regulations that regulated the vampires that were allowed to leave the city. Why Edward had never fully explained that to them baffled him but…Edward was dead.

Leah…dammit. That Imprint that couldn't exist. She was so happy to see him and from what he could tell it was one of the first times she'd met him.

He blinked several times, looking out the window to see them pulling into a city. He couldn't place it and didn't particularly care.

"Ditching it?" He asked her and she gave a slight nod, parking in a semi-crowded parking lot. He twisted in his seat and pulled the suitcase of his mom's clothes from the back, he gathered a couple shirts and offered one two Haley who took it, sniffing it and offering him a sad smile. She pulled it on and he pulled the shirt then jacket on over his own clothes, basking in the scent for a few moments before climbing out of the car.

They made their trek down the street in silence, as expected.

Traveling with a mute was dull.

Didn't mean he couldn't talk.

"Haley, I'm going to talk. I need some reassurances because…well your family isn't exactly on best terms with us."

She stopped walking and grabbed his arm. He turned and uncertainly watched as she met his gaze before jerking her thumb towards herself.

Charades.

"I?"

She nodded once. After a second she made an 'X' in front of her with her hands, eying him hopefully.

This was not the time for this. "Killed?" She shook her head. His mind ran across options. Several different variables ran across his mind.

Then he knew what she was going to say.

"You aren't like them?"

She nodded, looking away. Looking smaller and younger.

Damn language barrier. "You have to get this, Haley. It was your fath-"

She jerked her head sideways once, baring her teeth.

"Not your father?" He asked her disbelievingly.

She shook her head, opening then shutting her mouth.

"So…you and Quil shared a mom?"

She nodded.

So Billy wasn't the only one in that relationship that had cheated on their mate. He frowned, searching her for anything that said she was lying.

Nothing.

She wasn't related to them. Not really. Which broke the family connection that had him bringing her with him.

He considered it for several long moments, trying to come up with a response but unable to articulate anything.

That was when the howl ripped through the air followed by screams.

Haley jerked around, and Collin turned in the same move just in time to see a large wolf standing at the end of the street, its head thrown back.

The humans on the street were running in his direction, away from the wolf.

Damnit.

Haley cast him a single look before a large panther tore out of her skin and she stood in front of him.

Several other wolves, tigers, and other variations of animals came from the other streets, joining the howling wolf.

Haley let out a vicious sound, her tail twitching behind her as she stalked forward. The humans continued running, those spotting Haley panicking and trying to find their way away from the animals.

Collin stood there for about ten seconds before his fight or flight instincts finally kicked in.

Fight.

He trailed after Haley, not completely certain but almost positive that he could handle the pack.

If he didn't focus on Haley. If he didn't try to help her.

Then Haley was running straight into the pack and the pack was turning on itself.

What?

"Collin, run!" Came a voice from one of the other streets followed by the distinct sound of more shapeshifters shifting.

He shot one final look into the groups of animals tearing into each other. It wasn't hard to spot Haley, the older panther fighting a tiger.

His heart sank at the sight of the tiger getting the upper hand-paw?- and knocking her flat on her back, biting straight into the panther's stomach.

"Haley!" Then he was running, because that was stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.

He shouldn't have spoken. He could hear paws hitting asphalt and concrete mixed in with the sounds of yowling and snarling that was quickly fading.

Except the shapeshifters. The ones that were following him.

Five from what he could tell. He didn't dare turn around. He just kept running. Running and running. As fast as he could move.

One was gaining on him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tiger. He didn't think as he threw himself onto it, sending the both of them tumbling across a road and earning more screams from bystanders. The tiger snapped at his throat, yowling and snarling.

Without a thought he dodged and went straight for the shifter's throat, biting into flesh and bone and relishing in the taste of blood. Shapeshifter blood was never as good as human but he didn't care.

He bit down hard and ripped out the throat, spitting it out and kicking the body off in the same moment a wolf landed on top of him.

He didn't bother trying with theatrics, grabbing the wolf by the head and twisting hard, snapping the bones.

Then he was on his feet, facing off against two wolves and a jaguar. He bared his blood covered teeth in a feral hiss which the jaguar met with its own hiss.

They were out for blood. Not his. They wanted to incapacitate him. Which meant he had an advantage.

They had no plans to kill him whereas he had every intention of murdering them all.

The sound of his phone going off in his pocket was a distant thought, one he didn't care about in that moment.

All that mattered was killing these damned shapeshifters.

The three animals stalked forward, heads low.

Then Collin launched himself at them, hitting the middle wolf with enough force that he could hear the bones crunch.

He jerked around just before the second wolf could hit him, using his small size to his advantage he dodged the attack before coming up behind the wolf and grabbing it by its tail.

It howled as he used his grip on the tail, flinging the wolf in another direction.

He was on his feet and the jaguar was staring at him fearfully, backing away with its tail tucked between its legs.

Collin didn't care. The surrender meant nothing. He threw himself forward again and landed on the jaguar, sending it flat on its back.

Without blinking he reached into the creature's chest and grabbed onto that vital organ.

A dark smile crossed his face as he grabbed onto, and pulled the heart out, listening and basking into the yowls of the shapeshifter.

He crushed the heart in one single move, throwing it to the side and rising to his feet.

He didn't spare a glance at any of the bodies, beginning his run south again.

It wasn't until his phone started ringing again ten minutes later that he remembered it had gone off.

He also was still a bit out of it, his fight instincts still in high gear and clouding his brain.

It took him a few rings to finally reach into his pocket and pull the phone out, swiping to answer and setting the phone to his ear.

"Collin?" Mary. Concern and anger leaked through her voice.

"I'm here." He stated, blinking as though it might help him regather himself.

"Oh thank God." She breathed out. "Angel said her mom was dead…that her and her pack found you and…they turned on each other. Collin, you killed her mom."

Had he? Which one had she been?

"They tried to kill me. I did what I had to."

"I know. Nahuel told me about Haley…did she…"

"Dead. When the pack turned on itself she was killed helping them. I saw it."

"I'm sorry."

There was no truth to that and he wasn't exactly mournful of it. He kind of wished for more of her story but that was it. He hadn't known her and she hadn't known him.

"You aren't. I don't care. I'll be there soon. I promise."

He hung up without another word, taking an unnecessary breath as he traveled south.

.-~**~-.

The rest of the trip south was insignificant. He ran into a couple shifter packs as he traveled south but they didn't make a move against him. He didn't try to fight them. They just bowed their heads in submission as he passed.

The trip across the ocean was dull, swimming in the right direction the most difficult part but he knew where he was going.

His arrival was interesting. As he swam ashore he was met by a small group of three vampires and two shapeshifters, all clearly uncomfortable to be working side by side. They threatened him for about ten seconds before the recognized him. The wolves bowed their heads and the vampires held their hands up.

Sighing softly, he traveled up the walkway towards the house, tired and drained. The area was filled with the scents of unfamiliar vampires and shapeshifters as well as a few humans. It was all a little surreal.

He didn't bother knocking as he pushed open the door, stepping through to hear the distinct sound of arguing in the kitchen.

"One more time and I will kill you, Jer. I'm done. If you're going to act like a dog, I'm going to treat you like one. Outside. Now." Mary's tone was exhausted and angry. Whoever she was talking to growled in response at the same time one of Brady's granddaughters came bounding into the room and tackled him in a hug.

"Collin!" He wrapped his arms around the girl a little uncomfortably as she hugged him with all her might.

"Hey, Deanna." He muttered in response, as Mary appeared in the kitchen doorway.

Holy crap.

Collin had never seen Mary like this. Openly afraid, exhausted, drained, a million other things. Her emotions were completely readable and it wasn't natural.

He gently pried his niece -was she his niece? Or was it granddaughter? Whatever. Brady's granddaughter.- off him and stepped around her, meeting Mary halfway in a tight hug that was nearly crushing.

"Never leaving you like that again. Damnit. I swore I'd never let you get harmed and now…damnit."

"Stop with the emotional crap." He pulled away from her carefully, searching her expression. "You barely look like my sister. Where's the confident mother of the species I knew?"

She bared her teeth though it held no real threat. It looked like a reflex more than anything. "Do you have any clue what I've been dealing with. Well…what I was dealing with. Now that Kayden's dead it's a bit easier. Shifters have backed off. I'm basically running an all-out war because Vasilii is having every werewolf target and slaughter vampires and shapeshifters alike. I don't understand how the hell he's doing it either. Werewolves have never acted like this but Vasilii has them functioning on a damn near perfect wavelength and it's terrifying."

He grabbed her hands and she jerked against them, he didn't let go and she blinked several times, meeting his gaze. "There is nothing they can do to you."

"If he finishes this, he's going to destroy every species on the planet. I can feel it. He won't stop at us. He'll finish off humanity. If he succeeds…me killing Ak, it would've been for nothing. I can't…it's all I had. She had to die. That was the way it was. If Vasilii wipes everything out, there's nothing left. Her death was for nothing."

He let out a pained sigh as he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. "We'll figure this out.

Oh so you're back on our side. What are you talking about? I thought you'd ditched us in favor of Supernatural fanfiction. Are you jealous? No. Yes. Maybe. I promise I'll finish this before I release another chapter of that one. You're only saying that because you're almost finished with this. Are you still complaining? Yes. Okay, so yes. I got sidetracked in my new Supernatural fanfiction but in my defense I did finish the last three chapters of this (sort of. Having issues with the end but I'll talk about that there.) before starting that. I think there will be the next chapter then those final three. It feels like the end is closing in on this universe. Which hurts. I'm gonna miss Dol and ya'll. Suckup. It's true. Whatever you say. I apologize for not giving the actual visit Collin made with Leah but I don't write fluff well. That's it. See you next chapter.