Okay, well, there are translation is this chapter. In both Irish and German. Fun fun. Translations at bottom, loves. I am not telling you to, but i am suggesting, as a fellow reader, to read 1) Neph, by Geurrilla Warefare, it's new but it's good. and 2) Cut The Ropes, it's old but it's insanely good, and it's Bellice! Oh, and uh, i dedicate this chapter to Lacie, for the really cool review. That made my day, thanks for it.

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Did i ever mention changing into Fenrir hurt? Well if i didn't, then, it hurts like a motherfucker. Though, it kinda made sense, i mean, Fenrir is a huuuuuge wolf. Hiding inside my tiiiny body. So, splitting my bones and tearing my skin is a very logical method. On the other hand, fenrir could just use the damn rune engraved in his chains to make it painless, just a quick jolt of pain and i was inside Fenrir, and he was on the outside. But noo, Fenrir wanted to make it as painful as possible for me, the bastard. Eve never understood why my transformation was so much more long and agonizing then her own. She also didn't understand the bond between Fenrir and i, which was a loathe-loathe kinda thing...times a thousand. Her and Sleipnir used the damned runes. I hate you, you know that mutt? All i got was a sick laughter, reverberating through my skull.

To try and keep my mind off the agonizing pain -with little success- i thought back to the time Eve first got Sleipnir. I was a traveling kid back then, naive really. I had been with this small village for a few months, just long enough for them to allow me to joing them in a meeting with their gods. Yeah, the norse gods were much more physical with their mortal subjects back then. Can't be bothered to come down at all much these days though. Getting of track.

They told me that the gods wanted the strongest willed child they had, and they offered Eve, though i don't know why. They wanted a warrior, and she was anything but.

-Flashback-

"Kommt, kommt, sollten Sie dies." An elderly man -the leader of their village- took my arm and led me through the sea of people, all going in one direction, towards a large fire. Around the fire pit was many large log benches, a pedestal, and a large stone slab, right in the middle, next to the fire. The fire itself was blue and the old man told me that the fire logs spent days prior to the ceremoney soaking in a strong smelling inredient -I was willing to bet it was Methanol- and had flakes of lead and antimony. I did want to be standing to close to that fire then, lead and antimony were toxic as hell.

"Setzen Sie sich, neben mir. Wir werden in Kürze beginnen" I did as the old man said and sat on one of the logs, watching as the rest filled with people. It looked like the whole village was here, which was likely. When everyone was settled on the makeshift benches, the elderly man stood and walked to the pedestal.

He started chanting some poem thing and chucked bits off bone and other ingerdients i couldn't register into the fire. It flickered and changed color a few times before settling with a large upheavel of smoke.

The leader seemed satisfied with his ranting and stood aside, waiting for the smoke to disippate. I noticed a flicker of light near the man and turned my head to get a better look at it. I watched as it grew and grew, until it was almost blinding. Probably was to bright for the mortal villagers to look at, but i could see perfectly as a very large man took shape.

He had unruly long white hair, which was as white as the snow that blanketed the village. He was wearing what looked like viking armor, and his horned helmet was fashioned to cover one of his eyes like an eyepatch. I briefly wondered why, was he missing an eye? His beard was longer than his hair, trailing in multiple braids down his chest and ending at his stomach. His one good eye was stormy grey, watching everything like a hawk. His scent was what gave him away though, it was exactly like the man who forced Fenrir inside me so many years ago. He was a god.

I noticed all of the other villagers -Leader included- kneeling in front of him. I was the only one still standing. He must of noticed too, because he turned his steely gaze on me and i was paralyzed, he smiled at me and nodded his head, "Guten Morgen, Vasall" i nodded stupidly and quickly fell to me knees.

The large man looked around the village, looking for something it seemed. "Wo ist das Kind?" The elderly man looked up and gestured to a young woman, "Komm kind!" The girl stood and swiftly walked over to the man, bowing low.

"Ich würde mich geehrt fühlen, um das Schiff für Ihre mächtigen Ross sein werden. Und zu verpflichten Ihre rite de passage." She said it so fast that i almost didn't hear her.

I shot up and gaped at the god and the girl. He couldn't be doing what i thought he was doing. The god turned to me, and i remembered Tyr talking about the all father, Odin. He had an eyepatch on his right eye at all times, Tyr hadn't told me why though. "Gibt es ein Problem, Vasall?"

I swallowed my fear and straightened my back out, standing up to a god, especially the all father, was quite the achievement in my book. "Gach athair, ní féidir leat é seo! Ná a fhios agat go bhfuil sé ar curse? Cén fáth a mbeadh tú ag iarraidh fiú a thabhairt do leanbh seo each?" It gave me much needed confidence to speak in my own language.

Odin stared at me for a few minutes, probably debating whether or not to kill the thing that challanged him or not, before grinning a toothy grin at me. "Tá sé ar fad mar gheall ar tú, vassal. Sleipnir theastaigh chun féachaint thar a dheartháir, agus ní féidir liom a bheith de dhíth air i láthair na huaire. An bhfuil tú mo cheistiú údarás, vassal?" He spoke in my tongue, probably so the villagers wouldn't understand what we were saying. He was doing it for my sake.

The girl looked between us, probably wondering why the stranger was talking to the god with such informality, and confidence. I shook my head at Odin and looked away, gritting my teeth, "Mhaith leat a curse eile ach a choinneáil mé i sheiceáil, Odin? Cén fáth? An bhfuil tú go bhfuil cúram sin beag do do ábhair?" I spat.

Odin's eye darkened considerably, and he strode over to where i was standing, towering over me. He growled at me and lowered his head so our eyes were level. "Dare tú cúisigh dom Cruelty den sórt sin, cailín? Níl sé mo chinneadh, tá sé ar Sleipnir. Agus tá sé ar éigean a curse, tá ná bhfeidhm, gan pian. Agus é an rogha a bhfuil nó nach bhfuil glacadh leis. NACH mise." Making sure to put emphasis on every word.

I looked at the ground and stepped away from Odin, submitting. "Tabhair dom logh, gach athair. Ní raibh mé a thuiscint." I kneeled once more, not looking up again.

Odin grunted and walked over to the girl, who was staring at me like i was bat shit insane. He held his hand out to the girl and she looked up at him, taking it. "Mensch Mädchen, verstehen Sie bitte, du wirst nicht in der Lage, Ihr altes Leben zurückzukehren, sollten Sie sich für diese neue zu akzeptieren." He returned to her language.

The girl thought for a moment, before nodding, accepting his terms. Odin pulled her towards the slab and gestured for her to lie down, which she did. He reached into a pouch at his side, and pulled out a medium sized ball, which was surrounded by a green flame. He looked down at the girl, smiling before putting the ball on her chest.

The ball began to melt over her linen dress until it was completly covering her chest like a puddle. It started to drip down her side and wrapped around her body, encasing her. It tightened around her until it looked like a mold casting of the girl. Cracks began to appear around the hip area, traveling along until the entire thing was covered in it, before completely shattering. The green flame was gone, seeping inside the girl as she sat up. She looked different, and smelled different.

Her dark hair was even darker, and thicker, her eyes had gone from light green to grey, much like my own. Except my eyes were more..steely, hers was like a cloud. Her skin had gotten darker, now tanned -I have no idea why..- and her lips had gotten a shade or two darker. Her features were more defined now too. She was beautiful. Odin looked at me, probably reading my mind -I wouldn't be suprised if he could do that, being a god and all- and smirked.

Odin walked over to the girl and helped her up, "Mein Kind, weißt du, die Geschichten des großen Wolf? und sein Bruder?" Getting straight to the point. The girl nodded and Odin continued, walking slowly towards me, never taking his eyes off the girl.

"Du bist der Hüter seines Bruders. Das Pferd. Mein Pferd. Und diese junge Frau hier, ist der Hüter des Wolf Fenrir. wenn die Mittel in dem sie erworben ihm unterscheiden sich gewaltig dann bei Ihnen." He said, gesturing to me. The young girl looked at me incredulously, and i looked at the ground.

Odin released her hand and stepped away, "Mein Kind, du bist etwas Besonderes für mich, denn du bist mein größter Hengst zu halten. Bitte seien Sie vorsichtig bei Ihren Reisen." He said before turning to the elderly man.

"Ich muss nun gehen, ruft meine Frau für meine Aufmerksamkeit, und ich fürchte mich vor dem was sie tun wird, wenn ich nicht zu besänftigen weiß sie bald." He said with a small chuckle. The leader nodded and bowed deeply to Odin.

Odin turned a steely gaze on me again, uttering "Bí cúramach, agus cúram a ghlacadh." before disappearing. I looked at the girl and furrowed my eyebrows, she really didn't seem like the type to do this. Whatever, who was i to judge? The girl walked up to me and without hesitation, hugged me. I just stood there, eyes wide as she said into my ear, "Mein Name ist Eva, es ist zu meiner Freude dich zu leben."

I nodded and smiled at her when she pulled away, "Hallo Eva, mein Name ist Alexandra." Offering my hand for her to shake.

-End Flashback-

Eve and i had left that village together. We has stayed together for roughly a thousand years before Eve left me. I noticed the world was much smaller then before and guessed i must have been to into my thoughts that i didn't feel any pain. Lucky me.

i looked around the forest before looking down at the biggest horse i'd ever seen in my life. It was about ten feet tall, give or take, and had pale grey skin -which almost looked blue- and speckles splashed sporadically on it's body. It's mane hugely contrasted it, being black as night with lighter shades of grey and white stripes in it, giving it a sort of salt and pepper look.

I took in it's brand, which i knew was Odin's brand, and it's eight legs. It had four legs up front- two legs set normally with a pair behind the, and it's hind legs, which were pretty much the same way, causing it's length to double almost.

It's hooves were white and it -or he- had a tan strip running along his underbelly, and trailed down the inside of his legs and ended just at his snout. His eyes were pale green, giving off a soft glow, making him seem more otherworldly then he already seemed. He looked like a real warhorse, thick muscles rippled underneath his skin and he had tufts of fur at his hooves, marking him as a tundra horse.

Sleipnire/Eve looked up at me and spoke softly, "Ready to show the vampires?" I nodded and walked with her through the forest to our front yard. When we got there there was a collection of gasps, including Declan and my other two packmates. They had seen me, but they've never seen Eve, Declan'd never even met her.

"So..Now do you believe me?" i asked the Cullens. Rosalie's head bent at an impossible angle just so she could look at me. She nodded and inspected the rest of my body. I grinned internally and turned so my side was facing them, and i struck a pose.

Stretching my hind legs out and turning my head so it was facing them, i crouched down low so my head almost touched the ground, and knew they were staring at my muscles.

Eve just clopped over to them, muttering "Show off." I barked a laugh and looked at her, "You're just jealous."

Eve looked at me incredulously, and i knew if she could grin, she would, "Challange aqccepted." she said before taking off into the air. Oh yeah..I forgot that she could fly.. The cullens watched, eyes bulging, as Eve danced in the sky before returning to my side, hovering next to my head.

If it was possible for a horse to smirk, then i swear to god, Sleipnir and Eve were doing it. I stuck out my tongue at Eve and stalked off into the forest. I was going to go find some wolves. I'll show you showing off...

Translations first:

Kommt, kommt, sollten Sie dies- Come, come, You should see this.

Setzen Sie sich, neben mir. Wir werden in Kürze beginnen- Sit down beside me, we will begin shortly.

Guten Morgen, Vasall- Good morrow, Vassal

Wo ist das Kind?- Where is the child?

Komm kind- Come child!

Ich würde mich geehrt fühlen, um das Schiff für Ihre mächtigen Ross sein werden. Und zu verpflichten Ihre rite de passage-I would be honored to be the caretaker for your mighty steed. To undertake and your rite of passage

Gibt es ein Problem, Vasall-Is there a problem, vassal?

Gach athair, ní féidir leat é seo! Ná a fhios agat go bhfuil sé ar curse? Cén fáth a mbeadh tú ag iarraidh fiú a thabhairt do leanbh seo each- All father, you can'tdo this! Don't you know that is a curse? Why would you even want to give this girl your best horse? (Irish translation)

Tá sé ar fad mar gheall ar tú, vassal. Sleipnir theastaigh chun féachaint thar a dheartháir, agus ní féidir liom a bheith de dhíth air i láthair na huaire. An bhfuil tú mo cheistiú údarás, vassal?- It's all because of you, vassal. Sleipnir wanted to watch over his brother, and I do not need him at the moment. Are you questioning my authority, vassal?

Mhaith leat a curse eile ach a choinneáil mé i sheiceáil, Odin? Cén fáth? An bhfuil tú go bhfuil cúram sin beag do do ábhair- Would you curse another to keep me in check, Odin? Why? Do you care so little for your subjects?

Dare tú cúisigh dom Cruelty den sórt sin, cailín? Níl sé mo chinneadh, tá sé ar Sleipnir. Agus tá sé ar éigean a curse, tá ná bhfeidhm, gan pian. Agus é an rogha a bhfuil nó nach bhfuil glacadh leis. NACH mise- You dare accuse me of such cruelty, girl? It's not my decision, it is Sleipnir. And it is hardly a curse, is not forced, without pain. And the choice hers whether or not to accept. Not yours.

Tabhair dom logh, gach athair. Ní raibh mé a thuiscint- Please forgive me, all father. I did not understand.

Mensch Mädchen, verstehen Sie bitte, du wirst nicht in der Lage, Ihr altes Leben zurückzukehren, sollten Sie sich für diese neue zu akzeptieren-Mortal girl, please understand, you will not be able to return to your old life, should you choose to accept this new one.

Mein Kind, weißt du, die Geschichten des großen Wolf? und sein Bruder?-My child, you do know of the stories of the great wolf ? And those of his brother?

Du bist der Hüter seines Bruders. Das Pferd. Mein Pferd. Und diese junge Frau hier, ist der Hüter des Wolf Fenrir. wenn die Mittel in dem sie erworben ihm unterscheiden sich gewaltig dann bei Ihnen- You are the guardian of his brother. The horse. My horse. And this young woman here, is the guardian of the wolf Fenrir. if the means in which they acquired him is vastly different then yours.

Mein Kind, du bist etwas Besonderes für mich, denn du bist mein größter Hengst zu halten. Bitte seien Sie vorsichtig bei Ihren Reisen- My child, you are special to me, for you are to keep my greatest stallion. Please be careful in your travels.

Ich muss nun gehen, ruft meine Frau für meine Aufmerksamkeit, und ich fürchte mich vor dem was sie tun wird, wenn ich nicht zu besänftigen weiß sie bald- I must go now,my wife calls for my attention, and I am afraid of what she will do if I do not appease her soon.

Bí cúramach, agus cúram a ghlacadh-Be careful, and take care of the girl.

Mein Name ist Eva, es ist zu meiner Freude dich zu leben- My name is Eve, and it is my pleasure to travel with you.

Hallo Eva, mein Name ist Alexandra-Hello Eve, my name is Alexandra

O thank gooood, i was about to kill myself. Translating is hard as hell, you know that? Especially when there's two languages. Anywho, hope you enjoyed it, send me your feedback, like it, hate it. I accept all the reviews. Now i'm off to shower and play more games! Really, it's summer and i have no life.

Summer+No life= Writing and Games. All my friends moved. Q.Q