Chapter 5: The Truth

Waz up my loyal readers? I have been very busy with my life and other things of the romantic nature, so this chapter is being written in my spare time. I am still waiting for GOOD reviews, cause the ones I get are all lame, so people, for the sake of Allah, or Bubba, or whatever, send me good reviews.

Well, any ways, this chapter is from the perspective of the bird children and maybe other characters. Hope you all enjoy it. And a word of advice; never have your first date be dinner and the movies it doesn't work. On with the show.

Daniel's POV

I was sitting on my most favorite chair, when a small and worried child slowly opened the door. Lexie had peeked her small head around the door and asked in a very small voice, "Daniel, are you awake?" there was a presence of fear in her words. Was she still worried about the guy in the hood? I thought, and then realized that my hand began to tremble with how terrified I was of that insane man. I looked at her then nodded at a smaller, less comfortable armchair also inside my large room on the south end of the large house. She slowly walked over to the chair, then looked from me to the chair a few times, then moved over to my lap and made herself comfortable on her makeshift chair.

I smiled warmly at her and asked in an even, caring voice of the perfect mix of tenor and bass. "What is it Lexie, you have a bad dream? Do you need me to come in and make your bed for you? I will if that is what you need." I finished with a lopsided smile that usually put grins on everyone's faces. This time however, it looked like she was uncomfortable, so I went back to my perfect straight face.

"I think that the guy in the robes had some friends." She said after a rather long and silent pause.

I ruffled my brow in concentration, "What makes you think that?" I asked after I had come up with every possible answer she usually came up with. If she said that, she saw someone out side her window, I would say, that it was I making my rounds. If she said that, in her dream there were more men with the man in black, I would say, it was just a dream that means nothing. If she said, she saw something when she was out picking berries with Kris, I would say, that it was rather hot today, you might have been seeing things. I have lots of others prepared for whatever happens.

"In town, I saw two men in all black speaking with Carlisle Cullen at the school. They looked very... menacing." She said after a long silence. Shit! I thought, that one I had not thought of, or even considered.
"Well, Carlisle does know some other vampires, that might have been them. Why don't you just try to get some sleep? I will talk with the Cullens in the morning." I said as I ushered the seven-year-old outside of the door. I closed and bolted the door after her exit. I thought of how to fix my very troublesome matter as I sat back in my chair. I stroked my chin as if I had a beard on my round chin. I need to speak with Carlisle as soon as possible, that meant going there now if I must, he wont be asleep, I would bet my life on that. I became aware of a presence that I knew and loved, but I hated when Kristen walked in on me when I had the door locked. That's right, the only power she has is to walk through solid object. Upside: she can have an attack go right threw her like she was never touched. Downside: she can only use it for about 10 minutes a day, and she walks in on me in the shower!

"You may come in, you know the way." I called to the door. Not even a second later, a tall thin figure moved through the door and moved toward me as if she was moving toward her pray. She smiled wryly.

"Can I have se-" I cut her off.

"No, you may not get it on with me!" I said in a quiet, but powerful voice that has the power to terrify mortal humans. She looked rather cross, but I looked down at my papers on my desk. None of them were very interesting or had any thing to do with any thing in the last month. The only relevance they possessed was that I had been procrastinating my cleaning of this pigsty I call my room. This was yet another reason I have not to clean. I was not in the mood to go clean, or to be bothered in to sleeping with my flock member, so, split decision time.

"Keep an eye on the place, I am going to speak with Dr. C. Okay with you?" She looked as if she was going to protest, so I quickly said "Great, back in a few hours," and flung myself from my second story window. Around a foot or so off the ground, I snapped my wings open and soared into the night sky.

Half an hour or so latter, I landed on the Cullen's front lawn. Jasper was expecting me. He moved swiftly over to the door, opened it then stopped. He nodded toward the door. I took two steps toward him, letting him absorb my sent. He asked that I do this, so he would not eat me. Jazz and I have done some stupid things in the past, such as burning a church and tipping a fishing boat on the river. We are so immature it is almost funny.

I walked up to the door and took my friend in a warm embrace. He accepted and then led me inside. As I walked through the doorway, I was assaulted by the entire Cullen family and Bella (who never seems to leave this house). After some warm hearted greetings, I got right to business, as usual. "Carlisle, who was the man who you were speaking with in town this morning?" I said as Alice handed me a cup of fresh brood coffee.

He sighed, placed his hand on his brow and rubbed it vigorously. After a long pause he spoke, "They were old friends of mine from the vampire society. They were just checking on everything here. That's all." I could tell he was lying.

I sighed, "Now tell me the truth." I said in a stern voice. "Or I could ask Edward to tell me." I added.

He turned to look at me. After a long pause he finally said, "The men who were talking to me were members of the secret society known only as the Black Hand. They are from the same group of people as the one who tried before to catch you."

"How many of them are there?"

"At least 18. It has been a while since I have seen them, there might be more, never less though. Each of them has been hand picked by The Hunter ands has been trained to perfection. They will never fail at any task." He said as his voice was steadily lowering as his sentence went on.

I was mortified. "How many are here?" I asked.

"At least five, maybe more. Hard to tell."

"We have them outnumbered at least. We have my flock, and you guys, maybe we can get the po-"

"Sorry, but we can't help you." Mr. C interjected.

"Why? Do they have you scared? How can you not help Carlisle?" I was infuriated.

He looked at his muddy shoes. "If we do, they will wage war upon our world. We can't risk it." He turned and began to walk away, when, "You can win by deception. Get them to think they have won, then hit them fast and hard." He left the house.

I said my good byes and left for home. When I arrived, I saw that there was a light on upstairs, in Kris's room. I flew low and landed on the rain gutter. Slowly, not to frighten her, I opened the window. She was combing her hair on the bed, facing a large mirror that would be mounted on a wall, we found it at Wal-Mart. I hopped in and walked over. I plopped down next to her on the bed and wrapped my arms around her. "How are the kids?" I asked.

She shrugged, " They are doing fine." She turned and began to kiss me. Well, if I were a perv, I would tell you how good of a kisser she was, but I'm not. So ha! No good sex images for you! As we passed the minute point, I opened my eyes and saw our reflection. I was not the weird looking one it was she! She had a knife raised and about to plunge into my flesh when I pushed her away from me. She hit the floor with a thud. I reached for my luger in my ankle holster, but to no avail. I had left it on my desk. She smiled up at me, "The fun is just beginning." She said as she stood up. As she rose, her shape changed into a tall man, the hooded figure! He smiled, I ran swiftly around him to the door to find that a large brut was waiting on the other side. I skidded to a halt. I saw that the door was blocked; the only other exit was the window. If I could escape, then I could go into the other rooms and warn them. I spun fast and ran for the window. I found it odd that neither of the men were attempting to catch me. As I am about to leap from the window, when a shadow crossed my face. A figure lowered itself from the roof, with one hand on the roof tiles, the other on a rather wicked looking blade. I stopped just in time to narrowly dodge the blade. Door blocked, window blocked, no escape… I was a dead man.

"Come sit," said the hooded man, the original hooded man, "we must speak, and speak of business and of other pressing matters." He said with a hint of laughter in his words. He pointed to the bed. I shook my head, slowly. He sighed; the big man at the door walked out and closed the door. The man at the window hopped inside closing it behind him. How kind of you. I thought.

The original man said, "Must this all end in violence? I am sure you do not want your loved ones hurt." He said as the big man reentered the room holding Kristen in one arm while the other one was holding the door open for another figure to enter. The brut closed the door after he had entered. He tossed Kristen to the new man, who caught her with no effort. I went to strike when a blade came right in front of my face.

"Now," said the original, "let us converse…" he gestured to the open spot on the bed. Slowly, I walked over to the bed. One step at a time, each was met by one step of equal size from the man behind me. I slowly sat on the bed. My life was officially over.

Don, don, don!!!!!!!!!! (evil laughter in the background!) Hope you enjoy,

As always,

Kuzo Kun