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Chapter Three

PPOV

Oh Shit! Was the only thought I had as I dropped the pimp I was draining and pulled out my cell phone. My 'knower' was telling me that my brother - and the rest of the squirrel suckers - were about to get hit with enough shit to clog 'Jabba the Hutt's' toilet after he ate mama's homemade chilli.

He answered the phone with his normal "Hey fucker" and, also as normal, he was scolded for his language by the 'Donna Reed' of vampires; aka Mama Cullen.

I didn't have time to listen to them to play house right now. So, instead of listening to their normal fucked up mother-son routine, I cut in.

"Yeah, yeah. He's sorry. You forgive him. Now, shut the fuck up and listen to what I'm saying. I don't need pussy Jasper right now Major."

I'm here freaking out about what my gift is telling me and he's playing a fucking teenager. What a joke.

"What's wrong Pete? You sound a little distressed."

I sighed. It was times like this that I missed the no-nonsense Major. Pussy Jasper is a bit clueless to the outside world.

"You got shit coming your way Major. Not little shit either. I don't knowwhois coming, all I know is that you have around 75-80 newborns heading in your direction within the month."

"WHAT?"

Ah. Now I have the Major. Finally!

"You heard me. Who have you or the Cullen's pissed off Major?" I asked him in a hard, no-nonsense tone and slightly pissed off tone.

"Don't take that tone with me Captain. We haven't ruffled any feathers recently. Could it be Maria?"

"No. It's not her Major. My 'knower' is telling me its someone new. It is definitely someone the Cullen's pissed off. And I mean really pissed off." I told him seriously.

"Right. I'll start training the family to fight as soon as I can. Any chance you and Char could get up here to help?"

"Way ahead of you Major. Just got to pack up and move out. Be there in around twelve hours."

With that I hung up and started sprinting home to get Char and me packed up and headed to the Cullens. I knew that, whatever was coming, was going to change my life for the rest of my existence, and not necessarily for the worst.

JPOV

Newborns. They are the absolute bane of my existence. I spent the first one-hundred years of this life training newborns how to fight and then exterminating them once they were beyond their usefulness.

Now, I have to train my family and mate in order to survive an attack from an army of newborns, who are being lead by an unknown leader. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Maybe the wolves will help us.

"Son, what do we need to do to prepare for this attack?" Carlisle asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"We need to start training ASAP! Carlisle, I need you to get in touch with the wolves and ask them if they will help us. Peter and Charlotte are on their way here to help. Esme, get a hold of the Denali's. Alice, look for anything that might help us figure out who's leading the army. The more we know the better" I told them urgently.

If we had 75+ newborn vampires headed for us, we needed all the help we could get. Hopefully the wolves would stand with us. That would drastically increase our chances of survival.

All of a sudden, I feel Carlisle's sympathy, remorse, and dread as he makes his way back into the living room.

"What did the mutts say? Are they gonna help or not" Emmett boldly asked, jumping right into the subject.

"No. They said that it's our problem, and that they bigger things to deal with at the moment" Carlisle said solemnly.

"What could possibly be more important to them than destroying a few dozen vampires" Rosalie asked while quirking an eyebrow.

"Well, two of the imprints went missing about a month ago. According to their acting Alpha, I think his name was Quil, the two girls and their best friends went to Portland for girl's day and they never came home. Sam Uley and Jacob Black - the girl's imprinters - went down to Portland to look for them. They found their scent mixed with two different vampires. One of the scents was familiar to the pack. Quil told me that the pack had been chasing this vampire around La Push and Forks for awhile about a year ago. He said it was a female with fiery red hair" Carlisle explained mournfully.

"Victoria!" everyone gasped.

"That's not all" Carlisle continued, "Quil said that Sam and Jacob followed the scents into the woods near the mall and then their scents just vanished."

"Are they sure that Victoria and the other vampire didn't just drain the girls?" Edward asked.

"Yes. There was no blood anywhere. They just seemed to vanish into thin air."

This whole situation was confusing. The rest of the family seemed to be feeling a mixture of confusion and remorse. Remorse for obvious reasons and confusion, because no one could understand how their scents could just disappear, or why Victoria would take those four girls and not drain them.

Then, like a switch was flicked, it came to me. Victoria. She was the one creating the newborn army and coming after us. She was coming after us because we killed her mate.

"Victoria is the answer!" I blurted out suddenly, relieved to have the pressing issue of whodealt with. "She's the one who took the girls. She didn't kill them because she turned them into vampires, so they could be a part of her army. Victoria is the one coming after us."

It felt like some weight had been lifted off my shoulders. At least we knew who was coming after us. It was one less thing to worry about at the moment. Not that it made the idea of going up against 75 or more newborn vampires any less worrying; but if Victoria was making them, I doubted they'd be much of a threat.

I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket so I took it out and saw that I had a text from Peter.

'Turn on the news and tell Emmett to hold Fuckward down.'

God. I hate when he gives me cryptic shit like that to go on.

"Alice, turn the TV to the news. Emmett, hold Edward down."

They both did as I said, even though they were curious why they were doing it.

The sound of the latest news story flowed through the room:

'Now for the latest update on the search for Forks High School student, Bella Swan, we go LIVE to Nathaniel Kratz in Forks, WA. Take it away Nate."

"Thanks Krista. As you know, 18 year old Isabella Swan went missing 11 months ago today. Her father, Police Chief in Forks, Charlie Swan, came home from fishing last March to find a note from Bella telling him that she was going hiking in the woods and that she would be home in time to make dinner around six o'clock. When she didn't show up, Chief Swan called every police officer he could and started searching for his missing girl. An hour into the search, Deputy Mark Right, found her truck abandoned at the end of the 101 freeway, near the trailhead. When he got out to investigate, he discovered that Miss Swan had decided against walking on the marked trail, choosing instead to travel through the unmarked woods approximately 100 yards to the right of the trailhead. Deputy Mark reported that he followed the trail of broken branches and footprints till he found himself in meadow. There he found Miss Swan's backpack. There was no sign of Isabella, but there did seem to be evidence of wolves in the area. Deputy Mark then explained that he left the area and called in what he found as soon as he got back to his cruiser. The whole Forks police Department scoured the area looking for Miss Swan. After three days of finding nothing, Chief Swan made this statement- 'Please. If anyone has seen my little girl, or knows where she might be… please have her come home or let me know she's ok. If someone has taken her, please send her home.'-

That was eleven months ago today and still nothing has been found of Miss Swan. Chief Swan never gave up looking for his little girl. Today not only marks the eleven month anniversary of Isabella's disappearance, but also the passing of a beloved Police Chief. Charlie Swan was found burnt to death in the ruins of his home this morning at four o'clock. It was decided that there would be a memorial service for him later this week. We are all grieving the passing of this man who served this town so honorably for most of his career. He will be missed by all. Back to you Krista."

We all just stared at the screen dumb-founded. No one could say anything. When the shock finally wore off, I was hit by such strong waves of pain, loss, grief, and guilt that it brought me to my knees.

Out of the corner of my left eye, I could see Edward trying to fight off Emmett, who continued to hold him in an iron grip. I now knew why Peter had told us to hold him down. Knowing Mr. Emo-ward, he would try to be a martyr and run to Italy to be 'put out of his misery'.

We had bigger things to worry about right now. A newborn vampire army was coming to destroy us. We needed to start training. We could grieve for Bella later.

"Let's go. I need to start training you how to fight newborns. So we all don't get killed when this army comes to us" I tell them authoritatively, "we can grieve for our loss later."

"How can you stand there acting as if everything is all right? Do you even care that she's gone?" Edward screamed at me, his emotions were not as strong as I thought they would be along with the news of the death of his so-called mate.

"Of course I care! But we need to start getting ready to face an army of newborns. Bella isn't in danger. We are." I respond in a dangerous tone.

"She was my mate!"

"Actually she wasn't Eddie boy" Peter said while walking in the door with Charlotte right behind him, "if she was your mate Eddie, you wouldn't have been able to leave her."

Huh. I never thought about it that way. Now that I think about it, Bella was the only one who felt real love in their relationship; all I felt from Edward was possessiveness and curiosity.

When I looked up from my musings, I saw Edward jump at Peter with rage-filled eyes.

Then, the most bizarre thing happened. Almost simultaneously, Peter stepped out of Edward's way and a rock the size of a softball flew through the open door and smashed into Edward's face, stopping him mid-jump.

The rock was shattered on the ground in front of Edward. In the mess, I noticed a piece of paper. Carlisle must have seen it too because he bent down to pick it up. He looked at it curiously, before informing me that there was no scent on it.

Then he opened it and read what it said. As he read it seemed like he got a little paler if that was even possible for us. When he looked up he had fear in his eyes. Then he began to read it out loud.

To the Cullen family,

You know who I am and you know that I'm coming. Too bad your personal 'Yoda' can't tell you all the specifics eh Major Whitlock? Oh don't bother having the 'pixie-whore' search your futures. She won't get anything.

Did you like the news report tonight? Poor, poor Isabella. Missing for nearly a year now. I wonder what happened to her…

Now…if I had to choose a favorite smell, it would have to be the fragrant scent of roses and rain. Don't you agree Eddie-kins? And my favorite taste? Oh. That would strawberries ripe from the vine. Lush. Right Edward? And finally my favorite sound? No that's a tricky one…but it would have be the screams of a teenage girl as she's being tortured; beaten, then burnt with a white hot, metal, fire poker. The sobs when you tell her she isn't worth it, and that she isn't good enough. Ah, music to my ears.

You all took something precious from me. So I, in return, will take something from you.

Till then,

Victoria

After he was done reading the letter, I was once again brought to my knees from the amount of pain and despair that was flooding the room. Esme was sobbing onto Carlisle's shoulder, Alice was sobbing uncontrollably on the couch, Rose looked like she was going to be sick, as did Carlisle, Emmett was on the verge of sobbing just like Alice and Esme, and Edward was frozen in place by his guilt and sorrow. Only Charlotte and Peter were standing strong, since they never knew Bella, James or Victoria.

After about an hour, the sobs died down and the pain and misery started to turn into anger and hate and the need for vengeance.

I could see it in everyone's eyes. They were all ready to start training, but now, we were not fighting for our lives; we were fighting to avenge our lost daughter, sister and friend. At that moment, I knew that we were all thinking the same thing.

Victoria will pay for what she has done

NOTE: Peter and Charlotte are siblings by blood in this fic.