"This is the place." Emmett said aloud as we walked down the streets of New Orleans in the late night hours. I held Sam's hand in mine as we walked, keeping our eyes out for anything that could lead us to who we were looking for: Garret. He was a nomad whom Carlisle has known for years, and he's been around since the Revolutionary War. He seemed like someone we would want on our side as a witness for Renesmee, and Sam and I requested to help in any way we could.

"This guy knows how to live." I said in almost a amused tone. I saw Rosalie roll her eyes from my remark as I felt Sam squeeze me hand. We were walking through the dark streets, and hardly anyone was up and around. It seemed rather deserted from where I could see, and the fog was rolling in. I was wearing a leather jacket, dark blue skinny jeans with boots, my hair in waves and my new fingerless gloves. Alice got me these black gloves to wear on a regular basis if I were in interact with others, since it would help me more with my ability and not harming others. The ability was more powerful in the palm of my hands than the fingertips, though it took me fifty years to see it.

"Remind me to have us come here for our anniversary." I said in a low tone to Sam, hearing him chuckle from my explanation and nodded his head. We walked some more, looking out for the vampire in which Carlisle described. He told us he liked to be work and hunt alone, and since he was a nomad he would hunt late at night for those who would roam the night looking for trouble….that or drunk.

Either way, we knew we were in the right place.

That's when we heard it: the sound that we were looking for. It sounded like trouble, and it was a couple of alleyways over from where we were. The four of us immediately walked over to the sound of someone in a struggle, and as we turned the corner, I saw him: Garret.

"I hated the first British invasion, I hated the second one even more." He said aloud to the struggling human, who looked like he was about to pass out from the grip Garret has on him. Garret looked like he came from another time, even if he did. He looked scruffy and out of sorts with his clothing, but then again he didn't seem like he cared about that. His hair was a medium colored brown, but I saw the crimson in his eyes. The dar red that divided my family and the Denalis from the rest of the vampire world: the color of normality.

"Even the Beatles? Really Garret?" Emmett asked aloud in almost a unbelievable tone. He sounded amused as Garret looked over in out direction, The four of us looked at him with serious faces, but I was intrigued with how he would go in for a oil. To him, this was a game. Although I thought of that kind of hunting as sinister and evil, he made it look rather innocent. Garret released the human, having him fall and hit the floor hard and grunt in pain.

"Old habits die hard." Garret replied to Emmett with a smirk on his face. He was in fact cunning, and from what I could see, a lady killer.

"Carlisle needs you." Rosalie said aloud from her spot right next to me, her voice was a bit softer than usual. Garret looked at us, as if he was thinking by himself for a moment or two. I saw the human behind hum trying to crawl away, trying to fight for his life. But Garret stood still, looking at us with what looked like amusement on his face, not thinking about the human.

"Sounds interesting." He replied with his sultry voice. The human cried out for help, seeing if he had one more chance of life ahead of him, "But first I have to finish my meal." Within a second Garrett ran over to the human and started drinking. I looked away from what he was doing, and Sam clutched my hand even harder. Emmett and Rosalie looked down from their spots, since all four of us were clearly uncomfortable with what he was doing. But this was his life, this was normal to him. Sam breathed into my hair, trying to hide the open scent that was coming through the area Even though he was good enough to block the human blood scent, sometimes it was still hard for him. I knew he needed the protection and distraction.

It only lasted seconds and once he was finished, he stood back up and faced us, walking over to us with a small smile on his face.

"Let's go." he replied in a smile, as if this was nothing new in his world. I saw Sam pull away from me from breathing into my hair as the five of us started to walk towards the car we took to get here. This was going to be new for me to get used to a nomad, since the nomads that I have encountered in the past were not the most kind hearted or positive. He was a new one for me to figure out, and once we got in the car, Garret looked over at me from his spot in Emmett's jeep. He sat in the very back of the jeep as Sam and I sat in the back seat.

"Carlisle never mentioned another pair of vampires in his family." Garrett said in a genuine tone of curiosity. I could tell he wasn't trying to flirt with me, since he looked over at Sam a few times when me eyes looked at me. Sam gave him the look of death once, and I saw the wheels turning in Garrett's head: he knew that I was taken. Now he was just curious.

"The last time you spoke to Carlisle was back in the 30's, and that was when we helped you out of the situation in Mississippi." Rosalie explained from the from seat.

"And that situation, may I remind you, was not as bad as it was." Garret said over the sound of the car rolling through the area. Rosalie just shook her head and looked back forward towards the road.

"We joined the family in the 1950's." I answered his questions, holding Sam's hand in my lap as I looked back at him. I felt the wind making my red hair fly through the air as the speed we were going.

"Ah, the 1950's. What a boring decade to go through." Garrett said in a gruff as he leaned his head back against the bar behind him and closed his eyes for a moment or two, "And I take it you've been with them ever since?"

"We left." I replied back to him in almost a lower tone than usual. Garrett opened his eyes and looked at me with what looked like bit confusion and shock in his eyes. They were a bright red from his recent feed, and the rest of the car was silent as I said that. At this point, I no longer looked at my fifty year absence as something of a burden. It was more of my past, something that should not be looked at.

"That doesn't sound something a Cullen would do." Garrett said aloud, and it almost sounded like he was trying to press as to why I left.

"Don't start Garrett." Emmett said in almost a warning tone. But I shook my head a this direction, knowing that he was trying to protect me from stoping the topic from expanding. "

"No it's fine Emmett." I reassured him from my spot in the car. Sam squeezed my hand, and I knew he was trying to hold back from talking to Garrett.

"We left because the Volturi was threatening to take Sam and myself in on their guard. And I was not going to let the family get hurt in the process. So we left to protect the family." I explained to him in a calm down of voice. Garrett was quiet for a moment or two, trying to drink in what I just told him. I looked away from him to Sam, seeing him look right at me and have a small smile on his face. He didn't like the fact we left as must as I did, and we both were hurting because of it.

"You care about this family a lot don't you?" Garrett asked the both of us in a softer tone, as if this was the first incident of true love and devotion he has seen in his vampire life.

"That's why we're here." Sam said aloud as Garrett looked over at him from his spot in the jeep, "We want to protect this family."

The rest of the ride was quiet then, having me think of what we were needing to do in the future and how we were in fact going to save the family. What other vampires were out there being contacted by our family, would the wolves help us since we were no longer on enemy terms with them, and how were we going to get out of this alive?

It's been days since Alive and Jasper left the household, and the time was ticking. Once we returned to Washington, more vampire were at our homes. There were two covens in the house already: The Egyptians and Irish. ANd there were a handful of regular Nomads, including those who were in the Vampire Wars during the Cild War Era with Jasper. The more nomads in the house, the more restless Jacob was getting. He even remarked, "A lot of red eyes here." The Denali clan was there as well, and Garrett became smitten with Kate from the moment he saw her.

Lastly the Amazon coven came to us, having Renesmee become intrigued with them and how one of the members can inflict allusions onto others, have them see what she wants them to see. Her name was Zafrina, and she was quite polite to talk to. As the days went one, we found Bella had a ability herself, but hers was less physical and more mental. She had the ability to block mental abilities, more of a shield. It was no wonder Edward could not read her mind at all when she was a human, not could she get any pain from Jane. However, she wanted to train in both her mental shield ability and her physical fighting.

Luckily, Garrett, Zafrina, Kate, and myself helped her in her training. Kate was helping her with her shield, as well as Zafrina. They wanted to help her expand her shield to block all of the witnesses. Garrett and I had the task of training her with her fighting as a vampire. Garrett knew a bit about fighting since he fought in the war, and I was the best female fighter in our household.

"Try again." I said to her aloud as we were out in the clearing near the house. Bella was facing me about 30 feet away, facing me and thinking of how she was going to win this round. Sam, Tanya, Benjamin from the Egyptian Coven, and Esme were standing on the side of the clearing, watching the training going on. Edward was with Carlisle and Elezar, talking about the next step that they were going to take in the process of Witnesses. There was a nomad in the trees, watching by himself. He name was Allistar, a very old friend of Carlisle who preferred to be alone and away from the other vampires in the area.

Bella ran towards me with a fierce look in her eyes, taking one swipe at me. I ducked and grabbed her arm at the same time, pulling her back against me and wrapping my arm around her neck and holding her still. She grunted against me grasp as I held her close, seeing what her next move would be.

Think, what's the next step." I asked her as I held her in a tight grip. She grabbed my arm around her necks with her spare hand, throwing me over her shoulder and having me fly in the air. I landed on my feet 20 feet away and looked behind me at her.

"Very good. Always make sure you don't stay in that hold for a long time, or else your head will snap off clean." I explained to her aloud, seeing her nod her head.

"Did Wendy teach you that?" She asked me aloud as we both walked towards each other and met in the middle, our session was over.

"She did, actually. It was helpful fighting the Nazis that we came against. We would run into Nazis on our travels and we had to get rid of them without spilling blood." I explained to her, then seem Sam raise a eyebrow at me with both surprise and amusement in his face. I grinned at him as Garrett walked over to me, curiosity was on his face.

"You fought Nazis?" He asked me aloud, having me nod my head at him.

"And you fought red coats." I said to him in a matter of fact tone. He grinned at me, seeing what I was sing act saying to him.

"Leave it to the two vampires who have fought in a war to teach Bella how to fight She'll be able to handle herself for sure." Benjamin said to us in his Egyptian Accent. I grinned at my spot as I saw Garrett look over at Bella.

"You ready for my session with you?" Garrett asked her aloud as I walked out of the way over to Sam. He grasped my fingerless gloved hand in his hand and grinned as I kissed his cheek.

"I'm glad I'm married to a woman who has killed Nazis." Sam said in a reassuring tone, making me giggle as we watched Bella fight against Garrett and learn from him. Even though the days were getting shorter, I felt more confidence in the vampires we had on our side.

But that could change within one moment.