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Hikaru's POV

Hey Son,

I'm sorry if it sounds awkward but

I never mastered in writing English.

A new student did appear. He fell

from the sky breaking trees. He was

fine. How is California? Did you

get job? Mother and me miss you.

Hikaru

Guy's POV

Though my father had long since master spoken English, his written English left something to be desired. Something troubled me though... he made it sound an awful lot like he got a new recruit that literally fell out of the sky. I couldn't call him because phone calls from the U.S. To Japan weren't safe and I didn't trust it.

I felt stupid for never seeing it before this moment but now it was clear. The same reason why Elzam wanted me to combat vampires made my dad a target to become one. He wasn't one yet... he would have said something... maybe the vampire just wanted training? That thought scared me even more. I knocked and opened the door to Elzam's office without waiting. He seemed put off at first by my intrusion but hid it.

"This is odd for you Guy, impolite even." He said assessing me. It always made me uncomfortable to see it, but I took solace in the fact that I recognized he was doing it.

"We need to leave, take the prototypes that run and head to Japan." he didn't react, he wasn't surprised, upset, or glad, he just watched.

"Why?" He said simply waiting for me to calm down.

"Because my village is in trouble, there is someone there... I think he's a vampire." Elzam nodded slowly as if to give me some signal of response without giving me one.

"My father wrote me. He spoke of new student, he said he fell out of the sky breaking a tree... he didn't sustain serious injuries but he went through a tree... he needs to be a vampire." Elzam reclined slightly in his chair and sighed.

"Your father has difficulty with written English, doesn't he?"

"Yes he does sir, but this doesn't sound right."

"Could it have been lost in translation?" Elzam countered.

"Sir, he can speak the language it didn't happen." I said more than slightly impatient.

"And if it did... if there is nothing out of the ordinary you would have us come in to a civilian filled environment with all our high tech weapons the world doesn't know exists... and do what? Ask them to forget they saw us? No... we can't, not until we have solid evidence of vampiric presence."

"Vampiric presence? Like maybe if my whole village is wiped out? Is that what you're waiting for?" I said gritting my teeth I forcing myself to calm down.

"You think I want that to happen?" Elzam said turning his head slightly looking me in the eye.

"No of course not... but you don't care enough to prevent it." I said turning away. I made my way to the equipment room. I walked in grabbing my sword immediately. Jeremy sat in the corner polishing the barrel of his sniper rifle. The rifle he brought with him. They were still trying to find a way to use Vampire bone bullets but it wasn't working.

"What's the rush Guy?" he asked

"My village is in danger, so I must protect it... and Commander Elzam will not lift a finger to help. I saw the prototype hand gun and grabbed it. It had never been field tested but if I was going to do this I would need all the help I could get.

"Guy, you don't use guns... never... it's not you, remember?" I looked down at the gun in my hand.

"Maybe it's time I changed."

Embry's POV

"Bartender... get me the strongest vodka you got." I said not even looking at her as I sat at the bar.

"It's pretty early to be hitting it that hard, you sure?" she asked jokingly.

"Fuck, just keep it coming." I said dropping euros on the bar.

"I haven't seen you around here... if you don't mind me asking, what brings you in here?" I laughed as she put the first two shots in front of me. I threw them both back tasting the strong burn in my throat as it slid smoothly, almost elegantly in to my system. The warmth did nothing to slow me down.

"I hurt someone important to me... I warned them it would happen but they didn't believe me... Said I was a good person and I could never hurt them... stupid..." I said before taking another two shots. She just started filling a mug with the clear alcohol. Truthfully I hadn't ever drank before, and now I was downing the strongest alcohol I could find, why vodka? I don't know someone told me it was strong.

"I warned them... I tried to stop them... but no they wouldn't listen... they thought I had control... that I could... fucking A." I said taking another gulp of my short term cure.

"So who is she?" the bartender asked. I looked up at her for a moment.

"I never said a she." I said before gulping down more of the ice cold burning liquid.

"You didn't have to..." I heard the ring of the door opening. The wind blew in and I knew that smell, vampire.

"Do you need anything?" the bartender asked.

"No thank you, I'm here for him." I recognized Felix's voice. I turned quickly grabbing him by the collar and slamming him in to a pillar behind him.

"I warned you damn it! I warned all of you, and I warned her, but you wouldn't stop it from happening, no you went along with it!" Felix was taken by surprise... or so I thought, His fingers pulled at my wrist but I held on tightly. His eyes widened before a strong pull ripped my hands away from him.

"Why the hell did you make me do it?" I said reaching back and downing my drink.

"Embry... she wanted it... I thought it'd work."

"I told you it wouldn't work damn it! But no you fucking smart ass Volturi always think you know best." I said before taking a swing. I didn't even see it but I felt a sting in my throat and then my vision was blurring. I fell forward but felt cold as my body was lifted off the ground.

"Sorry for the problem Maham, I'll take care of him, he's kind of like a brother to me... you know the story, girl problems." I heard as I faded out of consciousness.

Felix's POV

"He's getting stronger."

"What do you mean He is? Who?"

"Embry... I barely could rip his hands off me."

"Bullshit."

"You don't believe me? Try arm wrestling the guy."

"He wasn't that strong before?"

"No... nowhere close to that strong."

"What's changed since the war?" Demetri asked.

"Only one thing."

"What's that?"

"Half-shifting."

Embry's POV

Ahh fuck... I thought before opening my eyes. Pain seared like an axe through my skull. Is this what a hang over feels like? I rolled over with a groan trying to forget the events of the last three days... From what Felix explained I beat the shit out of all of them, breaking Themba's arm among a long list of other bumps and bruises. That's the point I found the nearest bar and quickly got to introducing myself to Vodka.

Hello there Vodka, you strange elixir to take all my pains away. I'm Embry, I have a monster deep inside me. Not metaphorical or some weird ass shit like that, no he's a real monster that comes out to play when I let him... it's like an injection of caffeine in to my veins... and I lose control... I should have control but I don't... what's the Vodka? You'll help me? Why thank you! I will have another drink.

Is it thrilling to have that kind of power dormant in me? Yes... I'd be lying if I said I regretted having power. Would I throw it away for my old life? Fuck no... go back to being a shy little boy who no one noticed instead of the alpha male everyone knows to fear... and rightfully so... Just look what I did to Themba. What's that Vodka? Take another drink? Sounds like a plan.

Is that really what makes me feel alive? Power? Am I a megala... a megalomaniac? Wow that's a pretty big fucking word for a hangover? Shut the fuck up, it's not my fault I listening in English. Is power all there is? Love? Ahh fuck you romantic, love is a lie. Is it? Isn't it? What's that Vodka? You think the cure for a broken heart is another drink? Oh well I suppose that's worth a try.

So anyway where was I? Love... right... what about my son? I'm here not there... Yeah... wow I really fucked that one up... why the fuck did I martyr myself for that stupid... ex... come on call her a bitch. No... what a bitch... but hey, you get to sacrifice time with your son... or maybe you just abandoned him instead? What's that Vodka? You'll make me forget? Sounds like a plan.

"Ugh." I audibly groaned as I rolled out of bed with a thud. The door slammed open and my head resonated in pain.

"Fuck... please... quiet."

"No! You fucking bastard! You're going to pay for what you did to Themba! You know what's worse? She's trying to take blame for it! After you could have killed her!" he yelled. I vaguely recognized Pantera's thick accent. My vision was still blurry as he grabbed my by the front of my shirt and yanked me up to my feet.

"Don't you have something to say... you... you..."

"Bastard?" I answered for him.

"I've been called worse... but I suppose bastard is the most true... I was the child Billy didn't want... or couldn't have... does that still make me a bastard?" I asked almost introspectively. I looked over Pantera.

"Stop talking and fucking fight me asshole!" He yelled at me taking a swing. It was an overzealous haymaker but I just watched it, then felt it connect with the side of my cheek. My face turned to the side with the impact but I merely turned back up to look him in the eye again. He looked beaten already... why make it worse?

"Come on you bastard! Fight me!" He said punching me across the face again.

"You really need some variety." I said after coming back from another punch. He punched me in the stomach doubling me over. He picked me up.

"Fight me!" he yelled. I put my arms up in fighting position but didn't even as much as move as he launched another punch to my face.

"Why aren't you fighting me?" He asked. I looked him straight in the eye.

"Because I deserve this." I said. He unleashed a punch to my gut followed by a knee to my face lifting me off the ground and dropping me on my back. He punted my stomach again and again and I didn't even try to protect myself. After I while I even forgot about the splitting headache.

"Pantera?" I heard Themba ask then a gasp.

"Get off him!" I heard her yell then a body flying back against the wall.

"He asked for it."

"Yeah what ever sure he did."

"No... he actually did."

"Get the fuck out of here before I hurt you myself." Themba said growling.

"Look what he did to you!"

"He didn't mean to... you did, now leave!" she hissed. I laid my forehead across the cold floor taking an ounce of comfort in the reprieve from heat.

"Embry..." she said gently. I curled myself in to a ball on the ground and felt a sense of déjà vu.

"Come on Embry..." She said softly.

"Please Themba... just... go away." I asked pathetically.

"No... I'm not going anywhere... this is all my fault. If I didn't push you to try it... I... I still believe you're in there somewhere... but if I wouldn't have done that you wouldn't have hurt us... it was my fault... I'm so sorry."

"Quieter please... hangover." I said squeezing my eyes shut.

"I didn't know you drink." She asked quieter.

"Ugh... I don't." I said pulling myself on to the bed still not looking at Themba. I didn't need to see my handy work.

"That was your first time?" Themba asked amused.

"Yeah... I've been a bit busy in the past... you know, fighting wars, having kids, you know." I said offhandedly. She giggled.

"Embry... you can always make me smile... thanks..." I finally looked at her. She still looked beautiful, even with her left arm in a sling.

"I'm glad..." I said sitting up. She sat on my lap facing me.

"Wow... you really just let Pantera beat you up?" she said examining a warm part of my face. I shrugged. She leaned in and softly kissed my bruises.

"I love you Embry... And I'm so sorry." I smiled.

"I'm sorry too Themba... thank you for making me understand."

Mike's POV

I heard excitement in the other room but ignored it going through my movements with the kendo stick. I demanded perfection, anything less wouldn't cut it with my sword. I heard the door behind me opening and I continued my exercise expecting it to be Sensei Nakamura. I spun with my movements in a strike. My eyes barely moving faster than my weapon. I stopped short as I saw someone who had closed the distance between us I stopped my weapon short of hitting him but he put a sheath up to block it which never connected. He had an inch on me and was well muscled and thin. His body frame was tall and his hair was sharp and thin, his eyes burned with intensity. He had slight facial hair and all of it was jet black.

"So... you are Temper... this is quite a blade you have here... but it's made out of a material that isn't steel." He said slowly pulling out my blade. He stared at the material and I saw it in his eyes... it wasn't confusion. He knew exactly what it was. As he slowly slid it out I noticed the butt of a gun in his jacket, he had it strapped to him.

"Such an interesting blade... How did you say you came across it?" he asked with a surprisingly thin accent.

"You never gave me your name." I changed the subject.

"I am Guy Nakamura." my blood ran cold. I knew it was him... but I was hoping it was someone else... I knew I wasn't a match for Guy with a blade, not as a human... not yet.

"You never answered my question." he asked his eyes boring in to me.

"You're right I didn't..." I replied.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked knowing I did.

"Give me my blade Guy." He shook his head sheathing the blade.

"I'm afraid not." I can't beat him fair and square... I need to do something before he kills me... he knows what I am.

I tackled him taking him off guard. He hit my back and shoulder with my sheath then I heard my weapon being unsheathed. I rolled away from him and back on to my back. I aimed his gun which I stole from him directly at his chest as he aimed the tip of my blade at my heart. I gulped and felt cold sweat rolling down my hot face. My hands shaking but one shot is all it would take to put him down... and he could just as easily stab through my chest... stalemate.

I tried to crawl away with my legs while keeping his weapon leveled at his chest but he followed me easily with my weapon, step for step. Could I even kill him? Shut up, he doesn't need to know you can't.

Guy's POV

I followed him step for step not letting him get out of range. Something was off... if he was a vampire he could move much faster than I could... and his eyes... brown, not black, not yellow, and not red. He has the sword, it's made from vampire bones... he's a vampire. I watched him moving backwards, fear in his eyes... then I saw something else, a glisten of light off his forehead. He's sweating... vampires don't sweat.

"Guy! Put down his weapon." I backed up slowly and sheathed his weapon. He seemed extremely relieved as he lowered my weapon immediately. I felt so stupid for letting him steal it from me. Next time I won't make that mistake. I set down his weapon and beckoned him to give me his. He walked over cautiously to me and handed my the gun while grabbing his blade. What I wouldn't give for that blade. I thought looking at the sheath one last time. When I return I will have it...

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