BlackHaven18: Yeah… I have no idea why the next part wasn't added in the last chapter, but it's here now. I even get the chance to torture Eddie a little, *Cackles evilly*

Onward to chapter 11 my evil minions!

Disclaimer: Not mine. Flames will be used to heat my coffee.

Song choice: Sell Your Soul

By: Hollywood Undead

Flashback:

Nate winced as Jacob slammed the car door closed once they reached their destination and as he growled obscenities under his breath.

"Thank you…" He whispered and Jacob gave him a stern look.

"… What are you?" The question was blunt and to the point, and Nate cringed at the 'what,' not 'who'. "If I wasn't quick enough the prick would have figured out you threw the ball and, no offence, but no human should be able to land such a hit on vampires', no matter how 'gifted' they are. So, I ask again… What are you?"

"…Don't… interrupt me and I'll tell you. Just… keep and open mind about what I tell you…"

Jacob sighed at the answer but agreed, "Fine… You haven't given any of us a reason to distrust you. So, I'll listen."

"Thank you. Let's take this indoors; it's not something I should speak about in the open…"

End Flashback:

So, Nate had told Jacob part of his life. Of course, he omitted certain details, but the wolf was now the one person in Nate's life that knew what he exactly what he was capable of doing.

There had been doubt at first, but when Nate pulled out various pictures, old newspaper clippings, and created a Henge no Jutsu to alter his image into Sam, Quil, and then Embry Jacob's doubt nearly flew out the window.

Nate told him about the Shinobi Nation, of the Hokage's, about the rivalries and allies between the villages, and about his own position with the leaf village, how he was and always would be a soldier first and a person second.

Jacob didn't even blink when Nate's parent's walked into the room, but observed them with a keen look, to which Nate chuckled and dismissed one.

The entire room filled with smoke as his 'father' disappeared.

The look on Jacob's face had been priceless.

Chapter 11: Sell Your Soul

A cacophony of scribbles permeated the air as Mr. Binns', the science teacher, continued to write different theorems on the board, but Nate could barely concentrate and his gaze kept flitting to the orange leaves currently raining down from the sky.

He could never concentrate worth a damn during this time of the year even as a child and he would often make himself scarce, by skipping, during this time.

He glanced at the board again, trying not to look at the date mocking him in the corner, but was unable not to.

Eighth of October…

'…Two more days… only two…' Tearing his eyes away from the date he forced himself to focus on the constant monotone of the teacher. '… When am I ever going to use this?' Nate thought as another theorem was added to the list and too another glance at his watch. 'Oh, crap… I'm going to be late if this keeps up.'

He heard a slight shifting behind him and internally sighed, knowing what was coming.

Nate shifted his head to the left as yet another wad of paper was thrown at him and kept his face perfectly neutral as it hit the teacher.

"That's it Mr. Newton! Detention after school for three weeks, you'll be scraping the gum from the undersides of the table." The teacher hissed out, when he looked over Nate shoulder, whose was gazing innocently at his pad, to see Mike's hand still out stretched. A look of horror crossed over his features.

'Fool,' Nate thought sullenly and copied the next problem into his notebook before the bell rang. He quickly bolted from the classroom, making sure to send a furious Mike the thumbs up on his way out.

He ran down the hallway, avoiding people left and right, apologizing loudly as he went and the most of the students gave bemused expressions at the daily occurrence. Nate saw the back of a familiar head, a full six inches above most of the other students and he pulled out a small envelope thrusting it into the other's hands as he ran past, not stopping.

"Give that to your dad for me!" He called out over his shoulder and just about dove through the exit doors.

"Well that was odd." Rosalie murmured as she glanced at the envelope in Emmett's hand.

"Is it me, or does he seem a bit… jumpy lately?" Emmett voiced, "You don't think he's avoiding us do you?"

"… No, Edward's apologized since then and in all honesty I think we should just leave him alone. If he wanted us to know he would have told us already." She reasoned and walked away; her heels hitting the linoleum of the school hallways in a staccato beat.

"Yeah, I guess you're…" Emmett looked up to see his wife already gone, "Talking to myself already… I blame Nate." He said in an exasperated manner and went to join her.

Edward watched as a blond blur ran from the building at top speed, jumping over small bushes and hedges frantically as he bolted down the road. Nate hitched the strap of his backpack and turned a sharp corner, and then he was gone.

A giggle to his right interrupted him, "Follow him Eddie, I want to see what he's been doing."

At the voice Edward whipped his gaze to the now occupied passenger seat, "Alice, when did you-"

"You must be really out of it; we've been here since you got in the car." Emmett's voice sounded from the back, "Jasper's taking the other car home, so Rosie and I decided to join you on this little stalking trip."

"I'm not stalking him." Edward rebutted and Alice rolled her eyes.

"Of course not, but I still want to see what's he's been up to. I haven't gotten any visions from him lately and it's been driving me insane."

"Well, I still say we should just leave him to his business and go home." Rosalie gave Emmett a scathing look, "I still can't believe you dragged me here."

"Oh, right. Like you're not curious too?" He teased and she shook her head in exasperation, used to her husband's antics.

"… Of course I am, but I'm still not going to invade his privacy."

"Alright, so let's say we just happen to swing by on our way home from school? Any objections?" The car stayed silent and Emmett whooped, "Let's get rolling, Jeeves! Start the car."

"…Fine, but we're not staying." Edward relented, his curiosity finally getting the best of him and pulled out of the parking lot…

"Dammit, Ted! Watch where you're swinging that fucking pole!" A gruff sounding man yelled as the Cullen's drove up to an area, where most men wore an orange hard-hat.

It had taken awhile to find Nate because he took all the back roads and jumped over fences to get his destination.

Rosalie, no matter how curious, had hissed at Emmett's recommendation to just ram through. There was no way she was going to let them scratch- much less dent- the car.

The scent they followed had stopped about eight miles out of town, near a small iron factory that was abandoned in the late 1920's… or what was left of it.

A man, most likely a newbie, who had been transporting a long wooden beam, perpendicular to his shoulders, quickly turned in the direction of the voice, taking the beam with him.

Men nearby ducked as the beam sailed over their heads.

"DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!?" The gruff man from before bellowed now, "NATE, HELP THE FOOL!"

A man that had been shoveling in a nearby ditch glanced up and nodded, piercing his shovel into the ground.

Nate walked up clad in large worn jeans- held up by a belt as it hung precariously off lean hips-, work boots covered in mud, an orange hard-hat atop his head and no shirt. His blond hair was pulled back and hidden beneath a black bandanna that stuck out from the back of the hat and his tanned skin had a light sheen to it from the perspiration.

It was painfully obvious he worked out, from the light definition of his sculpted abs down to his toned arms and legs. He was not by any means built like Emmett was, but he did have the lithe body of a swimmer or a dancer.

One built for swift reactions and survival, not show.

Edward gulped at the sight, now wishing he was anywhere but here.

"Sure thing sir," Nate said and grabbed the back end, before the man could harm anyone.

Alice whistled, "My, my, my, who knew he was hiding that underneath all those clothes he insists on wearing."

Both Nate and the other man place the beam onto a pile of others and Nate waved as the man left and then turned to look at the ostentatious car parked next to the other older models.

"Dude, I think we were caught." Emmett said as Edward started to drive out of the area. He looked back through the trail of dust behind them to see the blond just as he gave them the finger, "Oh, yeah. We were definitely caught."

"Damn Vampires. I thought they were supposed to be 'masters of stealth'?" Nate snorted, "Like hell they are." He ranted thinking back to the earlier incident. "Why it didn't cross their minds to just ask what I was doing I'll never know."

The road was quiet tonight; Nate mused as he walked alongside the pavement back towards Forks.' The job had ended at seven and judging from his watch only half an hour had passed since he left.

He sighed; it felt like he was always in a rush these days, as weeks seemed to pass by like the very cars on this road. Well, he was going to take his time heading home today.

'My Kami… I'm going to be eighteen in a few days…'

Eighteen years… Only eighteen years… To him they seemed like an eternity, but now? Life seemed to dull without is usual barrage of missions the council sent him on. Even with the vampires and shifters.

Homesick. The word never meant anything to him before, except for being words on a page. It was different. Even though he loathed the idea of being anywhere near that pathetic excuse for a village… he still missed it.

His friends, the people who were like family to him.

In a sense he was alone out here because as far as he knew… there weren't any other ninja outside of the ninja nations. Hell, it wasn't like he could walk up to someone and ask… That'd land him in padded room faster than he could say 'Kyuubi.'

He hitched his backpack further up his shoulder, watching as twin lights lit up the forest ahead of him. Nate halted mid-step as those lights came into his view…

It was strange.

He watched as the lights lit up his form and beyond him, but he was caught, completely transfixed. His vision wavered and the lights seemed to morph into four, then six.

The ground beneath him suddenly felt much farther down and he stumbled slightly from the dizzying effect.

"Sit… I need to sit…" He rasped out, falling forward slightly and feeling the rough texture of gravel dig into his palm. It might as well have been a hundred needles as far as his sensitive skin was concerned and he moaned as his head started to pound.

When his senses came back to him it was like blinking. One moment he was on the ground, staggering around like a drunken man and the next he was standing, perfectly erect, as if the entire ordeal had never taken place.

He blinked, trying to clear his head of the lingering fuzzy effects.

Taking in his surrounding he noticed his bag was not at his side where he thought he left it. Instead it was ten feet behind him.

When had he dropped it?

Nate shook as a forceful wind swept passed him, ruffling his hair and jacket.

What the hell had just happened?

Nate knew he slammed the front door shut harder than necessary as he bolted through and slung his bag onto the black couch. He had run the distance back after the incident, not wanting to experience another and be left in such a vulnerable position again.

"…Shit!" He hissed and ran a hand through his hair despairingly; the action had been a nervous habit of his. One he had thought he had broken, but apparently it was back full force.

Letting out an almost keening whine as he realized what he did and looked up at the clock, but did a double take.

12:56

'No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no it can't be. That would mean I was out there for over five hours.'

His breathing came in harsh gasps and he willed himself to calm down, focusing on slowing his breathing before he passed out. Maybe he was sick? He could just have a case of the flu, knowing that a few students' were out because of it this week. It would make sense that he caught it from them…

'Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I've never been sick a day in my life.'

A constant clattering noise from the kitchen caught his attention and he relaxed once he saw his silver and black colored phone vibrating across the counter top.

'Alright Nate, this is not the time to be panicking.' He moved towards the phone and picked it up, looking at the caller.

C. Cullen

'Odd… Well, I did say he could call me night or day. It must be important for him to be calling this late thought.'

The phone flipped open with just the slightest of pressure, but just as he was about to press the green button and answer his vision developed a blackish tinge to its edges.

"Oh, fuck. Not… again."

The phone clattered to the ground as Nate's body slumped backwards and he unceremoniously hit the floor; blue eyes slightly open, but his gaze unseeing.

Nate was consumed by the darkness swamping his vision.

Fifteen minutes earlier:

Carlisle glanced over a few medical documents across the desk in his study, making sure to memorize the symptoms of each ailment and think of what regiments he should have his patients follow.

He couldn't help but sigh when he found his mind wandering back to the envelope given to him from Emmett. It had been a brief note from the wolves and what they heard from their allies in Italy.

Apparently they were all on edge about a few suspicious looking human characters' that entered Volturi grounds and requested a meeting, claiming 'sanctuary.'

Once the visitor's had left, unharmed, the Volturi had begun to move their squads into various positions of easy to defend and attack from, pushing the small shifter pack further into their own territory than they already were.

The suspicious movements and actions worried all of them.

Just what could they be planning?

"… I need to speak to Nate…" He murmured and pulled out the slip of paper with the blonde's cell number that had taken up permanent residence on his person, in one form or another, and dialed the number on his desk phone.

A few moments of ringing later and Nate's voice came on the phone…

(Hey…)

(Oh, good Na-) Carlisle stopped abruptly when the voice continued, meaning he got the answering machine.

(I'm obviously not at the phone right now, so just leave me a message at the beep and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Unless you're a solicitor, then you can take your phone and shove it up your- )

The phone beeped… and Carlisle had a hard time keeping a straight face.

"Hello, Nate. This is Carlisle, I just read your message and I must say this worries me. It would be great if you could join me in my home office for a reevaluation of the Volturi and what we should do in the mean time. Just call me back on my home phone…" He placed the phone back into its cradle.

If the sinking feeling currently making itself home in his stomach was any indication, the Volturi were going to become a handful…

Blackhaven18: Le gasp! So, Edward and Nate are kind of on speaking terms now. =D. Though, now Nate is in even more trouble. ~Fuu, fuu fuu~ It's all apart of my master plan *Rubs hands together like evil movie villainess.*