Discaimer: I do not own Twilight or any original characters. Stephenie Meyer does. I own plot and extra characters.

My pack and I were standing in a large stone room. There weren't any windows only large florescent that stretched across the room. The lights gave off a sort of hazy glow that made my packs eyes look like glittering bulbs.

Scary if you ask me.

All around us werewolves littered the walls, and took all of the seats, causing my pack and I to stand in the center of the room. Surrounded.

I turned my head to speak to Sam, only to find that he wasn't next to me. I finally located him standing next to two people who were overly dressed.

I suppose that they must be the King and Queen.

"Ahh…! Bella!" King Uley said, striding forward. His arms were outstretched towards me, his bushy eyebrows fading into his hairline a bright smile on his old features, he seemed to be about to hug me, but stopped when a loud feminine growl filled the room. I looked over to see Queen Uley glaring at the man's outstretched arms.

"Aoibheann," King Uley admonished his wife. "You know I only have eyes for you…"

"Sometimes I wonder," The Queen spoke and her voice was deep and sultry. "Welcome Isabella," She sneered her name. "Your name seems to precede your appearance. But you still have imperfections…"

"Excuse me," I asked sharply, but she continued any way.

"—never mind the fact that you have no manners whatsoever,"

"Listen here bit-,"I was cut off once again!

"—it's a wonder, honestly, why Sam chose you over Cynthia." She smiled smugly and evilly at me. It seemed that the Bitch-Queen seemed to think that she had one some sort of wrestling match between us.

Too bad it had just begun.

Sam was going to be angry with me…but I didn't give a fuck, we'd just end up having great make up sex later.

I stalked down the stone stairs that lead to the center of the large room where we had been brought, my mind was whirling. I really wanted to sink my teeth into The Bitch-Queen, but I was going to limit myself to verbal abuse.

Knocking her down a couple pegs wouldn't threaten anything. Would it? Hopefully not.

"Listen here little miss I-Am-Queen-Bitch, bitch, I'm not going to take fuck from your tiny ass mouth. I am not one of you little minions," I snarled, while I stomped towards her, my booted feet making a clack, clack, clomp, clack noise as I walked.

"You have no right to speak to me this way." I was in her face now, and she looked a little startled. Her wild, curly, black hair framed a heart shaped tan face, tiny button nose, and a pair of startled blue eyes.

The crowd around us was snarling viciously at me, and I could hear somewhere in the group that Sam was snarling along with them.

"Why you little-," I cut her off.

"Shut up," I told her, and with satisfaction I watched as her mouth opened and closed like a fish. "I'm here to save your ass, not get a lecture about how lacking my qualities are." I whirled away from her, but turned back sharply, shoving my finger in her face while a heavy sneer was on mine. "And you will not compare me to that little plastic whore!"

Turning away sharply once again, I stalked a little ways away before I began talking again. "Now, you listen to me…I'm not here to bitch about manners, or cuss you out for being a Queen-Bitch. I'm here to ask if you will join my pack, friends, and me in trying to save the fucking world!"

She was silent for a long time, and I hate to actually admit it, but my hands began to sweat…because if we didn't gain and acceptance from the Queen and King of werewolves we were going to be short at least 8,000 soldiers, and that was most likely 8,000 human lives that would die.

King Uley opened his mouth to speak, perhaps to even order my killing, but his wife held up a hand. It seemed she was about to speak…"Stupid, obnoxious, little girl…" Aoibheann spoke softly but there was a smile on her face. "You seem think that I am not going to help you? Even after everything I have heard of you; your immaculate manners, disgusting language, and randylike behavior I still accept you and my clan and I will do all in our power to help you."

My pack broke out into blaring howls and excited roaring.

One species down…

One to go.

I smiled evilly inside my mind, vampires here we come.

"Bella's not answering," Richard sighed as he hung up the phone and looked at his parents and everyone else in the room with a grimace.

"What do you mean she's not answering?" Renee snarled. "God damn it, Scarlett might be murdered and that little slut isn't answering!"

"Mom!" Richard growled. "Do not talk about Bella that way!"

"Richard…" Phil began, his finger pointed dangerously at Richards chest, almost like he was cocking a gun. "Speak like that to your mother again and I will not be able to control my actions."

"You don't understand anything!" Richard growled, and it seemed like his body was shaking uncontrollably.

Suddenly everyone was eerily quiet. They watched, as Richard seemed to calm him-self and his shaking, with baited breaths.

"Scarlett's my life. She's my best friend and without her I don't know what I'm going to do… But I can't blame Bella for not answering." He ran a slim hand through his hair and then pulled at the ends in agitation. "She's trying to save the planet from total domination of evil-military-test-subjects, so if she's a little busy at the moment that's alright. It's understandable."

Phil and Renee watched as the son seemed to glide towards them and they were a little shocked. "So for the time being," Richard said softly, "We just have to put her under lock and key in a room without windows or any unknown and known entry. We'll get some of your guards to watch her…and for now that should be good."

Richard walked away after that, his steps a little too soft and delicate; and his teeth, as he looked back and smiled at his parents, just a little too sharp.

His parents were frightened.

Deep in the mountains of Romania, in a place where plants never grew, and animals and humans never ventured was a large black, marble stoned castle. It was the one of the largest castles in the world, but it was unknown to the humans who ventured into the inhabitants country.

At one of the windows to the castle, looking out over the barren lands stood the King of Vampires. His green eyes calculated the outside world like he would a fly on the wall.

The King of Vampires'—Lucien, as his wife called him—was a tall, surprisingly buff looking man. He had black hair that was hued with blue, and his aristocratic features were what made his wife fall in love with him. But it was his eyes that were the most shocking of his appearance. The green had never faded away after his converting, which had been nearly thirty centuries ago. To some they said it was a sign of his godliness, but to him it was a sign of his power, his…kingliness over the other vampires.

"My Lord," An unknown servant said from the doorway to the room Lucien stood in. "Your wife wishes to speak with you." The servant was shaking, so fearful of his king was he that the urge to run was beginning to bubble up from the depths inside him as his Lord turned to look at him.

"Tell her I will be there momentarily," Was his Lords curt answer before he turned back to the window.

"A-a-a-a-ah m-m-m-my lo-l-lord," The servant protested fearfully, and Lucien whipped around to look at him in annoyance.

"Spit it out!" Lucien growled at the incompetent man, before once again turning to look out at the desolate landscape through the window.

"M-m-my L-l-lady wishes t-to speakwithyourightnow!" The jumbled words didn't seem to affect the King at all, and he was just about to reply to the servant…only to see him faint in fright right to the floor.

"Blast it all!" Lucien roared. "ILIANA!" He roared, and he knew that his wife heard him because muffled feminine laughter followed his blatant demand.

"Darling…" Lucien whipped his head to the side to see his beautiful wife Iliana standing in the doorway to the room he was standing in. "What did you do?" She asked pointedly as she stared at the servant who passed out in fright.

"I did nothing," Lucien growled, "Except becoming agitated with his insistent stuttering."

"Lucien, Lucien, Lucien…" His wife said exasperatedly, "What shall I do with you?" She smiled at him as he walked towards her and then took her into his arms.

"Ravish me?" He asked quirking his eyebrows.

"I think you've been a bit nau-," Her voice cut off and her eyes glazing over.

"Iliana?" Lucien asked worriedly. "lily…?" He used her pet name then, but he knew she wouldn't answer, she was deep in a vision and it might be some time until it was over. So, sighing in angst that their flirting had been cut short he led her to the large, overstuffed, armchair and sat down with her in his lap. The armchair was the only piece of furniture in the stone, walled room. Iliana had forced him to put it in the room, saying 'don't complain when there is nowhere to sit'.

Lucien looked down at his little, delicate wife. She was so tiny, only coming up to mid chest when she stood next to him. Her hair was a white blonde and her eyes were the purest of blues. Her lips—which he kissed often, mind you—were a soft rose color, that contrasted with her pale white skin.

Vampire or not, she was the most beautiful creature on earth, and he would never tire of her.

Coming awake with a gasp, Iliana grasped his shirt, balling it into her fists as she once again became lucid to the world around her. "Lucien…" She whispered her eyes full of fear. "She's coming."

"Who is coming lily?" He asked combing his fingers through her hair.

"The white wolf," She glanced up at Lucien and her eyes were full of wonder. "She's going to unite the species Lucien. She's going to save us all."

Lucien could only gape at his wife and try to comprehend what she just said.

Seconds later he was jostling into action. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he dialed his second's number.

"Lucien," Rupert said instantly as he answered. "What is it?
"Ready the coven," Lucien growled standing up with Iliana in his arms. "And begin preparation for the uniting of the clans."

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The leader of project VAMPWOLF stood above all 12,000 of his test subjects, and many more were on the way from the other facilities across the world.

He was just as enhanced as the soldiers who stood before him.

"It is time for you to understand what you signed up for!" He told the.

No one dared speak.

"Your job is to kill all species of power." His face seemed to glow eerily in the overhead light from the lamps.

"You will rip apart the vampires…burn them and then watch ass they turn to ash." A sinister smile lit his features. "You will destroy all forms of werewolves…"

"But!" He shouted, even though it was unnecessary. "You will bring the leaders to me…" He became silent and it was barely heard above the cheering of the soldiers as they roared out their knowing victory, when he spoke again.

"I will kill them all…"

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