Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, if I did Bella would have become a vampire long ago and this story would be in Breaking Dawn.
SC: Sorry it's been a while, here's the prologue, remember this because it will come back to bite the Cullens in future chapters.
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A man with blonde hair and blue eyes sat in a darkly-lite room, the only light came from a small lamp. Cloves of garlic hung around his door, window, and bed. Nine years ago he'd lost his wife, Jessica Stanley it a horrible "accident" now if the fiend who did it to her returned then he'd be ready.
Pictures were taped, or in some cases glued or stapled, to the mirror. One was a wedding picture of one of his old friends, Isabella Swan, or Isabella Cullen as she would be now called. The entire Cullens, Swan and guest families were there. He'd been there two.
The man looked at the two men on Edward Cullen's side, his two brothers Jasper and Emmet. On Bella's side was Alice and Rosalie, Carlisle and Esme were standing right beside Edward who was holding Bella up, Chief Charlie Swan and Renée, Bella's parents were on her side. A group of tough-looking men we on her side as well, the man stood beside them in the photo.
The man picked up a wooden stake and started sharpening it, he knew the Cullens would be back, then he load a few glimmering bullets into a small revolver and looked at the men standing beside him. He knew he'd meet them again, and take back what had been stolen from him.
A graduation from a collage flashed on the wall near his bed it read, "Congratulations to Michael Newton." It was one of the last things beside photos he had of Jessica Stanley, the woman who had loved him since high school.
Bella had been only bait for the Cullens' ramped killing stream, what they and the Blacks had done back during his senior year stung him like a cattle prod on his skin, all the people who had died those horrible deaths. They'd pay!
A young teenager opened the door to a shinning new red BMW, his blonde hair billowing in the stormy wind, faint light patches of light were here and there but nowhere near him. His face was a chalk-white shade and his topaz eyes looked at an abandoned house, it was like a mansion, ivy grew around the corners, just like in those old movies. He'd never been here before but his father Jasper Whitlock had, his mother Alice Whitlock too, almost his entire family in fact.
He'd ridden in his uncle's car, Emmet Hale, with Rosalie Hale, his aunt, and his two cousins Alexander and Jaymie. The both had their parents' golden eyes; Jaymie's hair was a golden-rod color, while Alex's hair was a pale shade of brown. The car farther up the path and to the side of the BMW was a new model yellow Porsche. His parents and his black-haired sister rode in that car.
She jumped out eagerly, her ten-year-old figure and her black hair in a long ponytail. This was Whitney Whitlock; she looked up at the house, half awe, half disappointment.
Two cars followed close behind, a new model silver Volvo and a white sports car. After parking the white car in the drive two people stepped out, one with golden hair and the same color of eyes. He looked twenty but was really more close to four hundred. The lady who stepped out with his was a bit older then the man but she had darker hair, but the same golden eyes, Carlisle Cullen and Esme Cullen. The silver Volvo parked lower down the drive. A young man in a white doctor's coat got out of the driver's side. His auburn hair and golden eyes picked him out immediately, Edward Cullen.
The other two was a lady the kid had known his entire existence, Isabella "Bella" Cullen. Edward and her son got out of one of the back seats, his short chocolate-brown hair and golden eyes, Vincent Cullens.
Like his father Vincent had that annoying ability of reading minds, nothing was safe, so no one tried to block anything. Everyone in the family had abilities, Whitney could change the emotions around her just like their father Jasper, Jaymie was outrageously beautiful, Alex had powerful strength and he himself could see the future. And most suicidal people thing they have problems, he and Vince could see and hear voices.
"Hey Miles, move it, I want to get out and Alex is blocking the door."
The boy turned to see Jaymie with the window down, for fear of her voice shattering the windshield. Miles nodded thinking, fine Miss Shallow!
Miles moved, and then looked over to see Vince shaking his head and smiling. "What," Miles asked.
Vince turned to and grabbed an old fashioned suitcase out of the truck. The adults gathered around the front entrance to the house, talking to each other on what should be done. Public school, just great, why can't we go back to Anchorage?
"You know the group up there won't tolerate our numbers anymore." Miles nodded at Vince's words, his dark voice scanned over the area; Miles saw Alex, Jaymie and Whitney coming over to them. But before anyone could speak Miles heard his father call him over, "alright guys go through the house, choose your rooms, everyone gets their own. Cullen's Coven we're back."
Miles nodded and grabbed the bag he'd left in the BMW and raced into the house. He looked over in a mirror, dusty but otherwise in good condition, he noticed his eyes getting darker.
Time to feed, he thought darkly.
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They're back, but how will the Swans and Blacks react? Who knows?
-SC