Not all meetings with vampires are friendly. Here comes the nightmare and the tragedies that will follow. Reveiws make me happy.

I don't own twilight just the OCs.

Brian POV

Everyone was getting back at their own pace but as the clouds had lifted so did everyones mood. I fought off a few attempts to get me to play football with the guys much to Tim's frustration.

"You are beyond whipped man," Tim said when he saw Mel come and take my hand. I only waved him off before we snuck out from under Rebecca's careful gaze. We walked silently through the woods until we found the spot we had sat yesterday and after I laid my jacket down we both sat on it.

"Did you see how much Becca ate? I have never seen her eat that much before. She usually eats like a humming bird," Mel said with a laugh and I looked away.

"Yea it was crazy," I said trying to sound normal but she saw right through me.

"Is something wrong with Becca?" Mel said in an alarmed voice.

"Well not necessarily. It's what I was gonna tell you in a few days. It's not really my place to say anything until he kno…." I trailed off realizing I had said a little too much.

"Until he knows," she finished for me and took up a thoughtful look, "Deacon?"

"Maybe," I said trying to act casual but I had trouble keeping anything from Mel. She went rigid for a second and then her shoulders slumped.

"And she had the nerve to tell me to be safe," she said a clearly a bit saddened.

"So what does this mean for her?" Mel asked truly worried for my sister.

"Well I'm gonna make Deacon marry her if it has to be at gun point, after beating him up of course. I'm sure my dad will help with that. I will try and graduate early and get a full time job so I can help. I'm thinking I'm gonna be doing a lot of the yelling for her," I said with a nervous chuckle, " Whats done is done and there is no reason to make her feel any worse then she already does. I'm just happy they planned on getting together anyways. I don't think Deacon is the kind of guy that wouldn't take responsibility anyways."

"What about college?" Mel asked me but her eyes had softened significantly.

"Well you're a year behind me and if I graduate next year like I plan to I can't go to college for two years anyways," I said giving her a wink.

"And the NBA?" she asked with a suddenly playful grin.

"That was always more my sisters dream for me than anything else. She thinks writers are lame," I said.

"You just said last night that you couldn't hurt me like that and I think I am starting to understand what you mean," Mel said snuggling closer to me, "You just want me to be able to do the things I want to do without everything being so complicated."

"Yea well at that time I didn't know Becca had gone and complicated everything for us," I laughed.

"Only 16 and you're going to be an uncle," Mel mused.

"I'll be 17 before it's born," I said and couldn't help but smile. I had always wanted a younger sibling but this was the next best thing. My entire life dream surrounded being a writer and falling hopelessly in love with Mel and having a big family.

It had just started to get dark when the sounds of the forest went silent. It was an eerie silence. Even at night you could hear things in the woods but it seemed like the entire area had frozen. We both noticed the quiet at the same time. It wasn't a peaceful silence but an anxious one. We weren't even halfway back when we heard a blood curdling scream and we both froze. The sun finally dropped beneath the hills and it took a few seconds for our eyes to adjust. The camp was still out of sight but something was very wrong. I felt a heavy atmosphere fall on my shoulders. Mel's knees buckled and I barely kept myself upright.

"Listen Mel. You need to run the way we just came. Keep going until you get to the deadmans tree and then take a right and keep going till you get to the highway," I told her urgently helping her to her feet. The feeling of a coming storm was gone. Whatever was coming was here and some unknown instinct told me to run and take Mel with me, but my friends were back there. My pregnant sister was back there.

"I won't leave you," she whispered and I tried to ignore her watery eyes.

"Don't worry I'll be fine. I couldn't stand it if you got hurt. I'm gonna go get Rebecca, Tim and Deacon and then I'll come find you. Everything is ok. I'll never let anything happen to you," I said cradling her face in my hands.

"I'm not scared. I can help you," she argued when suddenly a second scream pierced the silent forest and then another.

"Just go! I'll find you I promise," I said forcing myself to stand and ran towards the screams. Never had running been as hard as it was that night. The farther I got from Mel the more my body tensed but she wasn't the only one there. I felt like I was carrying a separate weight on my shoulders that was trying to drag me down. Fear was a constant hinderance as my mind went through the worse case scenarios when suddenly I slipped.

I landed on my back and felt the same force hit every single part of my body. I forced myself to sit up even though it felt like bricks were laying on my chest. I noticed a wet stickiness covering my hands and back and when I looked at them I fell to my knees and lost it. I managed to get away from the mangled arm on the forest floor before I lost what felt like every meal I had ever had. If I had a feeling something was wrong before now I knew something was terribly wrong. I stopped my dry heaves and focused on finding the rest of the campers and managed to stand on wobbly legs.

The longer it took me to get to the camp the harder it was for me to see so I tried to hurry as fast as I could without hurting myself and being cautious of dark spots on the forest floor. Its just mud I kept telling myself as the shadows of full figures began to appear on the ground.

When I found the fire no one was in sight but the strange heaviness didn't stop. I thought I heard someone in my tent and I went to go open it. I unzipped it and fell backwards once more. Deacons body lay in a almost peaceful position except the angle of his neck. If I could have puked I would have again but it simply didn't seem possible. I froze when I heard a whimper that I knew. I turned my head to see Becca being held by her hair forced to her knees by an… angel.

Her skin was perfectly luminescent in the moonlight with platinum blond hair and if her crimson eyes weren't burning into me with amusement I would have thought she was there to help. Of all the things I could think of as I stared at this girl the only thing that came to mind was the Cullens. The pale skin and good looks, but the eyes were off. That had to mean something.

"Oh how I love to play with my food," the woman said with a gleeful smile and then she leaned down and ran her tongue from the base of Beccas jaw to her cheek and something clicked into place. Whatever was happening wasn't being caused by a axe murderer or something it was this woman.

"Let go of my sister," I said mustering as much courage as I could but she only laughed.

"Wait your turn like the rest of your little friends silly boy," she said with a smirk. Her voice reminded me of wind chimes and the morbid contrast of beauty and monstrous actions clashed in everyway

"You will wait until last though. Not every day do I find two people capable of resisting Nospheratu's charm. How does forever sound?" she said happily. Her words didn't make sense. Right as I was going to refuse her offer, whatever it was, I heard a faint rustle of leaves and the pale woman smiled broadly.

My insides turned upside down when I saw Mel crawl out of the underbrush towards me. Something told me I was already doomed but why had she followed me. My eyes flashed back to the pale woman and I saw an intense hunger in her eyes and the blur I saw next was unreadable but my body moved on its own.

I'm not sure how I got there before the blur that was the pale woman but I did. It should have been easy with Mel only 3 feet from me and over 20 yards from the woman but we still met in front of Mel and a sickening crunch sounded throughout the woods followed by a wicked laugh. I felt my humerous split followed by my ribs as I was sent flying into a tree. I felt my back spasm with pain when I hit the hard bark and when my head slammed into the tree the world spun. I tried shaking my head but that only make it worse. Suddenly warm breathe was sobbing over me and I recognized Mel's voice.

"Please get up! You promised!" she begged me and I felt a second wind sweep into me and my vision cleared. The woman was still standing where she hit me with a strange sparkle in her eyes. I felt like I was being appraised as I tried to stand. My left arm was completely useless but Mel helped me up. My torso felt like it was barely holding together and then I stumbled a little and felt a sharp pain in my chest. I yelled out in pain before I coughed up some blood. So that's what it feels like to have a rib stab into your lung. I could see the obsessive hunger in her eyes as she stared at my face and I realized she was memorized by my blood. If Mel and Becca could run they mite be able to get away. Becca didn't look in any shape to run though. I pushed down the grief that I knew was only worse for Becca about Deacon's passing. There were more important things to do now.

"Run Mel. Please run," I said between choking on my own blood.

"I won't leave you," she said stubbornly and for the first time ever I felt actual anger towards her.

"Listen you stupid girl you have to ru…" I started to say when a cold hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward with crushing force, but she had been so far away only seconds ago. I felt my collar bone snap where she bit me but it only lasted for a second. A loud roar distracted her for a second just in time to see Dave driving his truck straight at the woman but her smirk worried me. My head swam and I felt myself being released by the woman and she turned to face the oncoming truck. I started to crumble at her feet when Mel yanked me out of the way of the truck. He slammed into her going at least forty miles per hour but I could see how the truck wrapped itself around her like the truck itself was as soft as butter. I was barely on my feet when I heard a confusing sound. It sounded like a tent unzipping. My head lolling as Mel tried to support my weight best she could I still managed to see Tim and a dozen other students rush out of the tent and scatter in all directions Tim heading straight for me.

Warmth trickled down my side and the pain in my torso suddenly seemed like the least of my problems as it felt like someone had just lit my neck on fire. I tried my best to ignore the pain and keep silent but I couldn't stop the groans from escaping me. All I knew was Tim was supporting my weight and we were running. I tried to stop and tell him to go back for Becca but the pain was overcoming all my senses. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see the woman disappear into the woods my sister nowhere in sight. I started to lose consciousness when my intuition told me we were in danger again. We needed to head east not north and so I did my best to point before I completely blacked out.