Chapter Three

Blast From The Past

The cool night's breeze blew against his skin as he ran, he hadn't felt this free in ages. He hadn't felt this alive since he was turned almost four centuries ago. He chuckled as he ran, his red eyes glowing, knowing that none of the creatures around him could see, here or even contemplate his existence as he moved so swiftly.

How could I have hated these creatures and thought they were vermin? How could I have mistaken weak human beings from the pure power, beauty and fluidity these creatures have?! He thought to himself, and yet again he chuckled. He had once been an Anglican Pastor in the mid 1600's, hunting vampires, and now he was one of the creatures he had hated so much back then.

He remembered the moment that the creatures had carried him off, never to be seen again, they had bitten him, he remembered the vicious burning, and when he awoke he had killed the vampires for turning him into one of them, only after a few years of been a vampire had he realised that the curse of immortality was really a gift in disguise, now he could live forever, killing only those who deserved to be killed.

His name was Nicolas Cullen, and he was the only vampire in the world that hunted other supernatural to sustain himself. He had never tasted a drop of human or animal blood, he would only drink the blood of other supernatural and kill any supernatural that didn't have blood.

Now he was on the hunt for his biggest tip off and surprise yet, the apparent 'queen of supernaturals' living in Washington in the United States of America. The queen was said to be one of the most powerful supernatural in the world, and all Nicolas wanted to do was kill her for it. He wanted to kill the queen of supernatural because nobody would ever be more powerful or any stronger than him. He had god on his side!

Izeya Esmerelda Cullen-Racluse

"Noah, what are you doing?" I raised my eyebrow to my little brother, or rather very large brother considering he dwarfed my 5 foot 1 inch frame significantly.

"I'm trying to practice this move I saw the twins doing, but I can't seem to get it right." He sighed, moving his arms in a slightly weird way again, and then I recognised the move.

"Oh, that move where you grab their neck and use their momentum to throw them up in the air and over your back? It's easy. I taught the twins." I smirked as he narrowed his eyes a little shocked.

"Seriously? You can do that move?" Noah asked sceptically as he looked down at me, literally and figuratively.

"Of course I can. Remember, I am supposed to be queen of supernaturals so I have to be a good fighter." I smirked and stepped forward to spar with my brother.

"Actually you should be placed on a throne and not be touched, you're too breakable." He teased, "So don't test me little girl!" He exclaimed playfully, giving me a small shove on he shoulder.

"We've been here before, Noah. And who got their ass kicked?" I grinned as I lunged forward playfully and he blocked the punch with his large forearm.

"I believe I kicked your ass." I threw a punch and I blocked it with a scissor kick, then I did another kick and got him in the gut, which made him moan a little.

"Pretty sure I did the ass kicking, brother!" I laughed a little at his grimace and then I lunged forward again, at the same time he did, grabbing his neck in a split second and using his own momentum against him, pulling his body over the top of mine, as he flew through the air and then landed in a vulnerable position where if he tried to move I could have easily ripped his head off.

"Izeya." He growled, and then I let go of his neck, chuckling at him.

"Yep. Pretty sure I did the ass kicking." I smirked and then turned my back on him, waiting for him to spring at me.

He did, I saw the exact moment in his mind and grabbed his arm, twisting it around to his back so that he was yet again in a vulnerable position.

"You shouldn't turn your back on an opponent." He pulled his arm from mine with relative ease as I loosened my grip laughing at his distraught face.

"You shouldn't ever jump on a person who can read your mind when her back is turned." I warned back with a grin still plastered across my face. I felt pretty smug that I could defeat a guy who was probably more than twice what I weighed. It made me feel powerful.

I backed away from my brother and then I looked to my left, the wind blew and I miraculously caught a scent on the wind. A scent that I knew way too well.

I turned to Noah, "I uhh, I have to go." I whispered, and then I began to run into the wind, towards the direction of the smell.

It didn't take me long to react my destination, the Olympic peninsula was more than familiar to me, and yet it took my breath away every time I saw it.

Cool mist settled peacefully on the slowly swaying pine trees. The mountains seemed to shelter the valley, which concealed themselves in a blanket of fog. The entire mountain valley, high above civilization lay drowned in a solemn torrent. My vision was short at hand and nothing could be seen beyond the confines of human visions.

No animals played amidst the quiet glades, no birds danced in the treetops. Quickly and mercilessly, cold winds had settled in, to bite the skin of travellers, human or not, but strangely this hanging mist laid unshaken by the onset. Here, high about the peak of all beauty life seemed to stop. Befouled by sudden desolate weather the peaks were drenched with frost and cold, but winter was nowhere to be found. Peculiar conditions such as these were not uncommon here in Washington, one day it would be raining, the next it would be snowing.

At the moment there was no snow on the ground but bitter winds said there might have been. To worsen the situation the sun was nowhere in sight, it was hidden behind rolling grey clouds which were apparently causing this onslaught of bad weather.

I began to walk up a steep slope, in the midst of the tall, green pine trees. I caught no glimpse of the sun now as the canopy was too thick and dense. As I reached the top of the mountain, any magnificent views I should have seen were entirely blocked by the thick glorious fog.

Suddenly the air around me changed. Like an old king, or a monster from another world, I heard his heavy breathing behind me. I could tell that he was close to me now, not even a meter away from me.

"Cloaked Man." I whispered, his arm reached out and touched my waist, I jumped away from his touch and spun around, "What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"I needed to see you." Joseph growled, "And you didn't answer my call."

"Because I'm not a dog, you jerk. I'm a woman." I hissed at him, "Why the hell did you come into my house the other day and smash my window? I know it was you! You're the only one who could have done it."

"I didn't smash the window." He frowned a bit, looking confused, taking a small step closer to me.

"It had to be you. You're the only one who could have smashed the window!" I growled and took a step back, fearfully. I didn't want him close to me, I wanted him to leave me alone, the memories of the story Noah had told me only a few mere nights ago, the story I had thought was a joke and then the window had cracked, the memory rushed through my head and made me shiver involuntarily.

"I didn't smash your window, Izeya. I promise." Joseph looked sincere enough, "And I am sorry about the other day. What I demanded was uncalled for. You are the queen of supernaturals and you may decide who is your king." Joseph nodded slightly, "But I have to tell you that the blue bloods intend for that king to be me."

"Why though? Why should I have my choice taken from me? What if I don't want to love you? What if I don't want to have to marry you?!" I screeched, I didn't want to have to think about the prospect of love yet, though I knew that the man who had haunted my dreams for many years who was now standing an arm's length away from me was the one I was truly, unconditionally and madly in love with.

"Who said anything about marriage? Or love? Been a king or a queen is not about love, Izeya. It is about duty." Joseph's eyes looked into mine, their violet shade seeming to darken slightly as he spoke. "We do not have to love each other, we would just be expected to be together and be able to cooperate as a couple."

"Wow, that sounds so romantic." I mused pitifully, "I don't want a half-baked romance where I am forced to love somebody or even pretending to love somebody. I want to full thing, if I decide to have love at all, that is." I clarified, not even sure if I wanted to share my throne with anyone.

"You are an enigma, Izeya." Joseph shook his head and stepped forward, this time as his hand rested on my waist I gulped slightly but didn't back away. "You're skin is so soft." He murmured as his other hand brushed my cheek.

His head then bent down to meet mine, but before our lips could touch I heards a yell, "Izeya!" My head flew to the bottom of the mountain and then Joseph sped off quicker than I had ever seen anybody else move.

"Izzy!" Abby yelled again, a second later she approached me, walking at human pace with her pet dog in tow, he wasn't on a lead of course, he followed her around as if he was her protector or something.

"Hey, Abs. What are you doing up here?" I asked her looking a little nervous.

"Noah said you came up here, and I was planning on taking Conner on a walk up here, so I thought I'd come meet you." Abby smiled at me, I loved my little sister. I loved all of my siblings dearly, but me and Tee were definitely the closest, that's why It was nice to see Abby sometimes, but I found myself not in the mood to really put up with her right at that moment in time.

"I'm uhh.. actually going back down the mountain now. I'm going to go do some hunting." I concluded, trying to get her off my back.

"Okay then, I'll see you later. I don't want you chomping on Conner." She smirked and then bent down to pat the dogs head, he was a huge dog, he was actually a wolf hybrid, a wolf crossed with a malamute, and due to his head easily reached mine and my sisters chests.

"Bye." I waved and then dashed off, shaking my head as she plodded alongside her pet.

Abigail Alexandra Cullen-Racluse

"Come on, Conner. I guess it's just me and you." I smirked to my dog, he looked at me and cocked his head slightly.

Can we play fetch? He asked in my mind, it was weird the way I could hear animals. It wasn't like other witchbloods who could 'talk' to animals by sensing their emotions and been able to pick up small hints and words because of their connection to nature and magic. I could literally read the thoughts of animals, it was almost like my Grandfather's power except he could read humans and supernatural creatures thoughts. On top of that I could also Imitate and actually take other's powers. Like, I could copy their power but if I wanted I could take it from them completely. And another power I had was to turn Invisible and 'teleport,' which was severely cool.

"Sure we can play fetch, go find something to play it with." I flicked my hand so my dog could go and find a stick, he bounded into the forest and I giggled as he happily yelped and yipped with joy.

He came back a few moments later dragging a stick, or rather a log, that was as thick as my thigh. I raised an eyebrow and said, "Do you think it's big enough?" Rather sarcastically.

I could get a bigger one. He thought towards me, clearly not getting my sarcasm as he wasn't a humanoid creature.

"No, it's fine." I said, and then I bent over picking up the stick, it wasn't heavy, due to my strength, I then threw it, the stick flew through the air like a launching rocket, cascading through the air in a slight arc as it fell with gravity. "Go get it!" I yelled happily.

Conner rocketed forward and ran at his top speed to go get the stick. I laughed for the pure thrill of the experience.

Jasmet Charlilse Cullen-Black

"Momma!" Ali yelled to my mom, Renesmee. I rolled my eyes at my needy little sister, she was adorable, but also human which made her extremely immature to what I was used to seeing in children her physical age.

"Ali, Mom's busy. You can't always have all her attention." I rolled my eyes and stepped forward to pick my little sister up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her chubby legs around my chest, wrapping herself around me.

"Jet!" She cried with glee, "I wanna gween fooood." She gurgled, and I had no idea what she was talking about.

"food?" I asked her, she nodded her head vigerously.

"Gween abbel." She pointed to the fruit bowl, I looked at her sceptically.

"Gween abbel?" I repeated.

"GWEEN ABBEL!" She cried, her hands reaching out towards the fruit bowl. I scanned it with my eyes, there were banannas, strawberries, red apples and green apples… I then realised what she wanted.

"You mean Green Apple?" I asked, slightly contradictively.

"YES! GWEEN ABBLE!" She giggled as I picked up the green apple, polishing it on my sleeve a little and then I handed it to her. She grinned and brought the apple up to her lips, biting it. It made a crunch sound and small bits of the apple's juice sprayed onto me.

I grimaced slightly at the spittle and then placed my little sister onto the counter with her feet dangling off the edge of the top. She swung her legs and began to kick the cupboard repetitively. I laughed at her and then picked up a tea towel, wiping my face of the liquid she had sprayed on me.

"What do you mean that Liam and Jet both have the wolf gene?" I heard my mother's voice from the phone. I felt my brows furrow as she spoke to my grandfather.

"After analysis of their DNA is is quite obvious that both Jet and Liam exhibit the potential to shift into wolves. They both have the gene, amazingly." I heard my great-grandfather Carlisle's dull voice down the phone.

"Are you sure?" My mom asked, her throat sounding dry, "Liam isn't going to like this… he can't stand the wolves. And how will Jet react? He's lived his whole life thinking he's half vampire half human!" Her voice sounded hysterical.

"Mom, chill." I walked into the room, showing her that I was still listening.

"Shit." She muttered, "Grandpa, I'll have to ring you back." She said, and then she put the phone down and turned her chocolate eyes on me. "Are you mad?"

"Why would I be mad for something that you can't control? It's not your fault that I'm half shapeshifter. That's all dad." I smirked and then grinned, "Plus it's kinda cool that I get to be a vampire and a shapeshifter. I mean, I can suck blood and might be able to turn into a giant dog when I'm older. That's awesome!" I exclaimed, and my mom chuckled at my expression.

"I don't think your brother will react in the same way. You know his attitude about wolves and imprinting. He hates it, I just hope that he doesn't shift, or maybe like Rennie he won't really show any of the signs of been a wolf under the Fire Orb genes." My mom explained.

"Rennie's a vampire under the Fire Orb genes, mom. If the wolf gene was triggered I'm sure it could dominate the Fire Orb genes like it does the human genes for normal wolves." I rolled me eyes slightly and then frowned. "Now I'm starting to sound like a scientific geek like Liam."

"You don't sound like Liam yet. Give it another year." My mom teased, I narrowed my eyes playfully and then I remembered my little sister on the counter. I quickly turned and then dashed back into the kitchen, returning seconds later with Ali slung on my hip.

"You know, you two are inseparable. Even though there's technically only a year between you, you are going to be her nightmare brother when she starts getting boyfriends." My mom smiled adoringly at me and Ali.

"Damn right. I'd kick any guys ass who got any closer than a mile to her." I thought of my sister and the kind of human she would probably be. She would be beautiful, there was no doubt about that. In fact, she looked almost identical to how my mother had as a baby, just more… human.

I passed Ali to my mom and then waved goodbye to her as I headed out of the door, it was time for me to go and do something else, I concluded.

Paulo Hawkins

Half vampire, half shapeshifter. That's what I was- I was one of a kind. My mother was Leah Clearwater, the only female shapeshifter to date, and my father was Nahuel Hawkins, a male vampire cross human hybrid.

"What are you doing, sis?" I asked my sister, Tara as she stroked her stomach, she turned her head to me and then looked over her shoulders trying to see if anybody was listening.

"Can you keep a secret?" She grinned and then laid her hand on her stomach.

"Yeah, but if you don't stop grinning and your belly doesn't stop growing the whole continental united states will know you're pregnant." I smirked sarcastically and I saw her face settle into a frown, her crystal blue eyes that were so unique to herself rolling slightly.

"Well, I can't help been happy. I love having children, and now that Chloe and Siena are both grown and Edd will be grown in not much more than a year, I really want another child to look after." She continued to stroke her stomach in a clockwise pattern, flattening the loose fitting material of her blue embroided shirt.

"Everybody will know soon, so why do you want to keep it a secret?" I asked, looking at her blossoming bump.

"Because I want to keep this to myself for just a little longer to let me and Eddie enjoy this miracle without the rest of the family. Call it selfish, but every other time I've been pregnant all of the family had gotten even more excited than me!" She exclaimed with a laugh.

"Yeah, I know. I remember the birth of Edd." I snorted, "Everybody was way too excited."

"It's a new life. Just wait until you imprint and have children." Tara laughed at my grimace as she mentioned imprinting. It was a well known fact among those who had phased that we wolves would imprint at some point in our lives.

"I just hope I don't imprint on a member of this family. I don't know why but it would seem too creepy if that happened." I turned my nose up slightly at the thought, sure, the Cullen's and Racluses were not actually related to me, except Chloe, Siena, Edd and my Sister, but I had grown up with them and saw them all as my family.

"What happens will happen, but seen as you haven't imprinted on anybody yet in the family the only logical conclusion is that you won't imprint in the family, unless it's a future generation of course." My sister grinned, "Just make sure it's not my baby."

"Eww. That would be beyond creepy. My own niece? Eww." I shivered at the thought and then sighed, sitting down at with my sister on the sofa.

Third Person

All of a sudden, a huge bang erupted from behind the main Cullen house, Carlisle's house to be precise. "What on gods earth?!" Carlisle explained to himself as he looked up from the results of the DNA sampling of all of his great grandchildren, concluding what kind of hybrids they all really were.

"Carlisle!" He heard a scream and ran down the stairs, in his living room stood a man with his hands around Esme's throat ready to rip her limb from limb.

"Get off my wife!" Carlisle snarled preparing himself in a defensive position.

"You see, I would if I could, but this vile creature deserves death!" The man snarled, and as he move Esme, Carlisle glimpsed his face. The man was tall, the same height as Carlisle with broad shoulders, muscular arms and a slightly weathered yet handsome face. His skin was pale and flawless, but his eyes, his eyes were like nothing any vampire eyes would ever have naturally been. His eyes were not the red of human drinkers or the gold of animal drinkers, this mans eyes were souly an off white colour that seemed to glow intense beige.

And yet, despite his eyes, the man was way too familiar to Carlisle. The way his hair flicked out, the way his nose hooked slightly at the end and the dimpled chin were all traits he himself had, even as a vampire. "Father!"

"So you finally figured it out. You dare use the Cullen name anymore when you have become on of these vile, life sucking creatures!" Nicolas pulled harder on Esme's neck, putting more pressure on it to frighten his son.

"Get away from her!" Carlisle lunged forward and tackled his father into the fire place, what Nicolas hadn't been expecting was his son's power or the pent up rage that his placid son had attacked him with.

"How dare you! I am your father! You will pay for this!" Nicolas snarled at his son, and then he turned and bolted for the door, but not before Carlisle began to chase him, making sure he actually left and didn't return.

Nicolas got about half a mile away from Carlisle's house with Carlisle still pursuing him before he saw what he needed to make his escape. "Here it is!" He yelled, and then he lunged for the unsuspecting girl he was who was just walking out of a medium sized house covered by trees and vines.

"Ahh!" Tara screamed, immediately covering her stomach, protecting her unborn child.

"Come any closer and this hybrid dies!" Nicolas roared to his son as he approached. Carlisle looked at Tara, her face filled with fear and his filled with loathing.

"Let her go and I will let you go without pursing you." Carlisle narrowed his eyes, but before he could run, Eddie was stood at the opposite side of Nicolas snarling and fuming.

"Let go of my wife or I'll kill you!" Eddie spat viciously to Nicolas.

"This thing is your wife?! This abomination?! I guess one abomination must fall in love with another abomination around here." Nicolas snarled. "Let me go and I will return this monster to you."

"Let him go, Eddie. He's a ruthless man, he was as a human and now he will be even more so as a vampire." Carlisle said, his voice grave as he stared at his father and then to his grandchildren.

"Go." Eddie snarled, stepping to the side, walking around the man keeping his eyes steadily on his pregnant wife.

"Oh, and by the way, abominations should not be aloud to reproduce!" He screamed, and then with one swift punch, he knocked Tara in the back, the snap was way too familiar to Tara as she had her back snapped when she was a child too.

She fell to the ground lifeless and limp, and then for reassurance Nicolas launched a foot into her gut, which made Tara scream out in pain, and it was obvious that he knew she was pregnant.

"NO!" Eddie cried and ran to his wife while Nicolas ran.

"Carlisle! She's pregnant! The baby!" Eddie cried, tears falling down his face at a rapid rate.

"There's no heart beat Eddie." Carlisle whispered sadly.

"No!" Tara screamed in pain and anguish, her body racked with pain as her back began to heal, but her unborn child would never heal. They would never even see the light of day.