Chapter Six

Battle Of The Parents

Nefertiti Cleopatra Racluse

I was visiting my grandpa Carlisle today, he had the day off of work and a few of us had decided to pop around to his, including me, Izeya and my great-aunt Alice. "Hey Aunt Alice." I grinned at my Aunt, we didn't bother with the 'great' thing, it seemed too formal and long, plus with all of the generations in our family and the (possible) future generations, we expected many more 'greats.'

"Hello, Tee." She grinned at me, looking really perky as usually. I shook my head at her smiling to myself, I loved my Aunt Alice's confidence and absurdity.

"Where's Grandpa Carlisle?" I asked as I looked around his living room, "And Grandma Esme?"

"Esme's in the kitchen cooking for you and Izzy, and Carlisle's in his office just finishing off some paperwork." Alice looked around me slightly as Izzy walked into the room looking a little angry, which was common for her just recently.

"What's wrong?" I asked her looking a little shocked at her appearance as well. She was dressed in sweat pants and a hoodie. I grimaced slightly at her outfit and then glanced at my Aunt Alice's expression. She looked mortified.

"What are you wearing?!" She exclaimed.

"Cool it Aunt Alice. I can wear what I want. I've had a bad day, ok?" Izeya gruffed, and then I saw my Aunt Alice's eyes glaze over quickly. She gasped at what she saw.

"Aunt Alice? What do you see?" I asked her, and then my Aunt Alice screamed.

"So much death! So much blood! Izeya must assume the throne!" She yelled, her glazed eyes looking haunted and terrified.

"Aunt Alice?" Izeya asked, sounding like a little girl. "What do you see? You're scaring me."

Alice then collapsed. Like, full on collapsed in the way a vampire shouldn't. I gasped and ran towards her limp body, and suddenly her golden eyes flashed open and she was back.

"That was awful!" She screamed, and then her eyes shot directly to my sister. "You need to stop denying your place as queen of supernaturals. You'll have to fit into the place sooner or later. You need to stop denying whatever you're doing, because if you don't then we'll all be punished for it." Alice warned, her eyes burning as she spoke the dreaded words.

"I don't know what you mean. I'm not denying my position." Izeya spoke softly, "I'm not denying anything." She gulped after that sentence, and I knew that she was lying about something. She may have accepted her place among the supernaturals but she was still denying something.

"Izeya, can we speak a second?" I stared at my sister, even though she was always the older sister in most ways, in age I technically was. I couldn't really help but in this moment feel as though I should take an older sister roll. "In private?" I asked again, looking towards the door.

"Maybe later, Nefertiti." She tried to brush off my words and she glared at me, knowing that I knew something she didn't want me to know.

"No, Izeya. Now!" I yelled slightly, sounding almost frantic as I tried to force my sister to come with me and talk about what was bothering her.

She growled slightly, but then she rolled her eyes, "I don't need to tell you anything."

"Well don't then, but I want to talk to you anyway." I said to her as she turned her back and sprinted out of the door at a pace she knew it would be hard for me to keep up with.

"Izeya, wait!" I yelled after her as she carried on running very fast into the forest trying to lose me almost, either that or she was just purposely trying to piss me off.

She paused at a large oak tree, laying her hand on it as though she was using the tree for balance. I watched as she sighed and turned around to look at me. "What is it you wanted to talk about, Tee?"

"I know you're hiding something from Alice. You said you weren't denying your place, among the supernaturals, but then you said you were not denying anything. I believe you've accepted your place as the queen of us all, so what is it you're still denying?" She opened her mouth once, and then closed it just as quick.

She then proceeded to glare at me, "I'm not denying anything, Nefertiti. Leave me alone." She turned and looked as though she was about to run off, and then she sighed again, "I didn't think he would be so important."

"He? The thing is a boy?" I blurted.

"A man." She considered this, "I think anyway. He's the only thing I've been denying, denying the rights to be my king, to be my friend, to be anything to do with me. Denying my feelings for him." She muttered the last one like you would mutter words such as 'devil,' 'demon' or 'hell.'

"What man? I didn't even know you had a man!" I yelled in shock, not really fully taking this in, "Since when did you have a man?!"

"Since he turned up and began telling me we had a shared destiny." She looked around, "I wouldn't be surprised if he was here right now." Izeya sighed again and then looked at her feet, "Do you remember the cloaked man I used to dream about?"

"This is the same man?" I asked softly, knowing that the cloaked man was a man who had helped her years ago, and that she had dreamed of him many, many times since then.

"Yes. He's called Joseph. You can't tell anyone Tee. Don't even think about him, okay?" She begged, her eyes welling up with tears, "I can't have anybody know about him yet. Just trust-"

"If you can't tell anyone about me, why have you told your sister?" The voice came from behind me, a feeling of pure terror crossed over my skin with the instant feeling that I needed to run, but I refused to. I stared forward as the deep voice came closer, "I will not hurt you, little one."

"Little one? I'm just as old as Izeya." I grumped the usual words and turned to meet the violet gaze of the man, his eyes were filled with sadness, but an undenying humour at my words also filled them.

"You are little compared to me, though." He half smiled in that sexy way that would usually make girls go weak at the knees, though he probably didn't mean to smile like that, I was sure my heart beat a little faster at his smile. He had a small dusting of dark hair on his head and chin, and his skin was the colour of sand, an exotic golden colour.

"And you are definitely not what I expected." I examined him even more, with his hood down, this man looked like an angel, he could have stepped right out of the pages of a book or he could have being one of those perfect statues of Adonis come to life.

Joseph examined me slightly, and then his eyes moved to Izeya, "Your highness." He muttered politely, dropping to one knee, "I apologise for our last meeting."

"No need to apologise, we both initiated the kiss." Izeya spoke softly, "And everything else." She then looked at me and begged me not to say anything with her eyes, "Let's just make sure nothing like that happens again." Her eyes looked sad as she said this.

"Wait. Hold up. What kiss?" I asked her, and the face palmed herself, "You kissed and did other stuff I don't even want to know about, and you just want to brush that under the carpet? Are you both stupid?"

Izeya blinked a couple of times, looking slightly startled at my outburst, "Nefertiti Cleopatra Cullen-Racluse, you speak the truth. Nothing will ever be the same between us again, my queen." Joseph now looked directly at Izeya and smiled strangely, I couldn't really make out what was behind his smile, but I could see that his eyes seemed to sparkle slightly.

"Eww. Don't use my full name. My name is Nefertiti, or Tee to friends." I nodded at him, giving him confirmation that he could call me Tee if he wished.

"You are almost as delightful as your sister, Tee." He smiled at me, and I let my gaze wonder to my sister who was rolling her eyes, but not looking jealous that her boyfriend, or whatever the masked man was to her, was so obviously complimenting me and possibly flirting with me.

She folded her arms and began to tap her foot at Joseph, raising her eyebrows, "Have you finished?" She snorted slightly and then laughed as she realised I was blushing. "Why are you so happy today? What's gotten into you?"

"Me?" I asked sceptically. I was usually pretty happy, the only time I wasn't was when I was sparring with my siblings and I always, always, always lost.

"No, silly. Joseph." She looked blatantly at Joseph and I felt his gaze shift to me and then back to Izeya, his presence was very central, you couldn't help but feel every move he made. I made a mental note to ask Izzy about that later, and enquire about what his power might be.

"I am happy today because I finally realised that I might reach my true place in the world and I might have also found the love of a woman. Something impossible to me really." He smiled dreamily.

"What woman?" Blurted Izeya, I saw the shock on her face and the pain it caused her to hear her masked man say he had found a woman.

"Who do you think?" He raised an eyebrow and looked directly at her.

"M-me?" She looked almost shocked, and then she took a sharp breath, "It can't be me. I-I'm not anything special. You said you're the eyes and ears of the angels."

"And you are the mouth piece of the angels, Queen of supernaturals." Joseph spoke the words as if he had recited them over and over, he said them with such power, such respect and such love, that in that moment I saw Izeya for what she could be and what she might become. She was a queen, maybe not now, but she would be.

Katelyn Rosalice Cullen

"Eek!" I exclaimed as I ran around my house, I had straightened my hair and then curled it again, so my hair now fell in loose ringlet curls around my collar bone and around a quarter of the way down my back. My dress was a little red sixties style dress, different to what I would usually wear, but with my red heals, red dress, blonde curly hair and my bright red lipstick I looked like something out of a sixties film.

"Another date, huh?" My mom asked me, I turned to her and nodded. It was rare I really interacted with my mom, she wasn't really close to me. I guess that may have been because I was really nothing like her. I didn't look like her much, my facial features were more like that of my father than my mother. My eyes were the same crystal blue as my fathers and my hair was the same dusty golden blonde of his. I had inherited her slim figure though, except as a human she had looked more dainty, now she looked athletic like I did.

"Yeah." I gulped slightly, I didn't talk about things like this with my mom.

"You know, when I first started dating your father I knew he was the one. Even before that I was completely and madly in love with him. We got together after he saved my life from witches who had tortured me." My moms voice was low and thoughtful as she spoke, she reached out and brushed a hair from my face. "I can't believe how much you remind me of me at this moment."

"What do you mean?" I asked a little sceptically.

"The rushing around, getting ready, trying to look perfect even though the guy would probably think you were beautiful even if you turned up in a bin bag." She smiled, "You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger, just with your grandma Rosalie's sassy nature."

"But you always said I was nothing like you." I felt my brows furrow into a tight knot on my head.

"You are though. You care about the way you look, which I always did, not to the extent of Alice, but you are pretty self conscious like I was. And your heart, the way you are with your friends. You're just like me when I was with my friends. I saw Madison as my sister. I still do." She clarified.

"I see Sarenee and Chloe the same way. And Hannah too." I smiled, thinking of my cousins and my human friends, the girls who always had my back through thick and thin, no matter what I did or how I acted they were there to support me and would back me through any decisions I made.

"So you see, you are like me. A hell of a lot like me if I do say so myself." She laughed a little, "You look beautiful, by the way. That boy won't be able to keep his hands off you." She smiled darkly, "And if he can't and you don't want his hands all over you, me and your father wouldn't mind breaking those hands."

"Mom." I groaned, she was being the protective parent now, that was a job usually reserved to my father.

"I'm just sayin'" She drawled slightly, sounding a little like my grandpa Jasper, she sometimes did that, her accent changing slightly.

"I love you mom." I choked back a small lump in my throat as I said the words, I had never had a conversation spanning more than two sentences with my mom, let alone a conversation about how much I was like her.

"I love you too honey, and remember, whatever you do, you make me so proud." She blinked and then bent down to hug me as I was sat down. Her arms wrapped around me and I tucked my head into her shoulder like a little girl.

"Thank-" Suddenly three fierce bangs rattled through the house coming from the door. I cringed at the loud hollow knocking.

"I'll get that." Mary said and turned to get the door. She ran to the door, and as if I knew before they were there, my body began to tingle and my hairs stood on end.

"Renesmee?" My mom sounded shocked.

"GET YOUR DAUGHTER HERE NOW." Renesmee partly yelled.

"Coming." I muttered, and I knew what was coming.

"Why are you allowing her to go on another date?" Renesmee growled at my mom.

"Because she's only going to be young once?" My mother seemed shocked, and then I looked at Liam who stood besides his mom looking awkward and out of place. He was now shirtless, and without the huge hoodies he usually wore, he seemed huge. His muscles were bulging from his chest and arms, and he towered over me very significantly.

"She can't be dating other men! Do you know how that would hurt my son?!" Renemsee bellowed at my mom.

"Why would it hurt Liam? They hate each other's guts!" My mom yelled back, clearly not understanding. Liam's eyes met mine, and I coudln't pull away from his intense gaze. "Would you like to explain?" My mother turned to me, but I didn't answer, I only kept on staring at Liam.

"You didn't know?" My aunt asked my mom. Mary gulp slightly and then turned to me.

"Imprinted? Liam imprinted on you?" She asked, and then a huge sigh came from her mouth.

"It had to be my daughter didn't it." My mom muttered, and then she turned to Renesmee, "I'm not going to stop her dating just because of an imprint. She clearly doesn't want to be in a relationship with Liam, and I thought wolves were supposed to be whatever their imprintees needed."

"They are, but don't you realise that this could destroy Liam?!" Renesmee exlciamed, looking genuinely worried for her son.

"Well then, maybe he shouldn't have imprinted on Kate. Imprinting doesn't automatically take your free will away, and I won't ban my daughter from dating just because your son decided to imprint on her." Mary turned toward me and smile, I only caught it from the corner of my eye, but I knew she was reassuring me.

"Do you think I chose this? To imprint on her? I hate her. I hate her for taking my free will away from me." Liam growled at Kate, and he began shaking slightly, and then as if on cue, a black Lamborghini pulled up, different from the car he was driving yesterday, and Aaron Kyle stepped out of the car.

"Kate... are you ready?" He asked me. As soon as that voice spread through me, it was like I was released from Liam's gaze. He was no longer the centre of my universe, but the man across the garden from me was.

"Yes, I am ready." I took a step forward, and my wrist was caught and yanked back by my aunt Renesmee.

"You're not allowed to do this. I won't let you!" She warned, I pulled my wrist out of her hand and snarled quietly, as did my mom. The tension seemed to rise and I saw that both of our parents were standing in defensive crouches.

My father stepped forward then and wrapped his hand around my mother's waist, pulling her into his chest. "She is allowed to go." Leo looked at Renesmee, "We're her parents. Not you."

"But-!" but before her words could come out, I was already over near the car and climbing in, much to the surprise of Aaron. Shit. I have to remember not to do that around him. I told myself.

"Where to tonight then?" He asked, feeling the tension of the situation, frowning slightly, but not asking as I clearly didn't want to talk about it.

"You decide." I prompted.

"How about Lucy's? That cute sixties diner in Seattle?" He grinned, and I shook my head slightly, he was clearly making a reference to my outfit.

"Why not." I smirked, and then he pressed his foot to the pedal, and then we were off.

A/N: On a bad note, could the incredibly rude people who demand I update more without so much as a please or thank you not bother reviewing.

And on another note, I will be updating my stories now on the last day of each month. The stories include Generations After: Super Nova, The Butterfly's Shadow and one other story in my saga that I may have inspiration for on that month, I may even double up and upload two chapters of the same story. But from now on this is the regular writing scheduled.

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