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Chapter Thirty-Seven

*Masen's POV*

I smiled fondly seeing Grace cradle Tyler gently. Her blue eyes sparkling as she spoke soft words to him. He seemed to respond positively, gurgling enthusiastically at his mother. Images of the two of them were placed in my fiance's head.

We discovered Tyler's power a few hours ago. Like Lizzy, he can place images or thoughts into your head. So you know what he's thinking. Although, I don't need it since my son doesn't seem to have a mental shield like myself.

The only reason we found out was because of Lucia. In a way, it would become a double whammy because we would find out Robert and Cordelia's daughter has an ability as well. One that's been concealed for the last year due to the fact the toddler hide it rather well.

The two cousins were meeting for the first time. We decided it was time and we needed a bit of joy in our life. Lucia looks around two, so she quizzically approached Tyler who sat on a baby blanket. Their eyes meeting one another.

"Aw, isn't this so cute," Elaine gushed. "We need a picture, someone get the camera!"

"Already on it, Mom," Grace said, taking her cell phone out to snap a shot. Cordelia and she both gushed as they took a million photos on their phones.

"You kids and your phones nowadays, sometimes I can't keep up," Elaine remarked.

"It's just like a camera, just on a phone. Not a big deal, Ma," Grace pointed out with raised eyebrows.

"I remember when photography was a rare occasion," my father chimed in. "You know, I only have a few photographs from my human life and even that, they're all in sepia!"

My mother rolled her eyes, "God, I married such an old man."

"I remember when camera's didn't even exist," Carlisle quipped quietly from behind us while Esme just chuckled.

"We get it, you're all ancient," I said, shaking my head. I then smiled and looked down at the two cousins, "At least we can record every moment of their lives."

"It came in handy when you have fast growing children," my mother mused, her smile faltering. I could tell she was thinking of Lizzy.

Uncle Jasper and Aunt Alice were planning to leave soon. Uncle Jazz's pain was multiplied ten fold since he had to feel everyone else's besides his own. It just got the point when Grandma suggested they go to Isle Esme and maybe try to heal on their own. Maybe research on how to get the others back, but we all know it's going to be difficult.

Grandpa's been trying to round up some people. The Denali's know and are fully on our side. It's going to be hard because this is going to be full fledged war and we need to make sure we're ready for the Volturi.

"Give your stuff animal, Tyler," I heard echo in my head. I frowned and turned to see my son holding up his stuff bunny. Lucia smirked and took it from him. Once my son registered what happened I could see images flood Lucia's mind of her giving the bunny back to him or he was going to scream at the top of his lungs.

"Oh my god," I whispered. I then turned to my dad who sensed the same thing. "Their powers."

"What?" Grace questioned, wide eyed.

"We know what their powers are," My father confirmed. Oh boy...

So that's how we found out Lucia has compulsion and Tyler can place images into the minds of others. Two beautiful little powers, in my opinion.

"Are we all ready?" Grace asked, her eyes looking towards me now.

"Yeah," I answered. "I hope you don't mind but we're not enrolled for college next semester. Instead we'll be going somewhere ten times better."

"And where is that?" Grace questioned with raised eyebrows.

I smirked and held up a key, "To our new house."

"Our new what!?" Grace's eyes widened as I placed the shiny object right by my wife.

"You heard me right, our new home in Forks," I explained to her with a small smirk.

"Oh my god," She breathed, touching it gently. "But...Why? How?"

"It's right by the LaPush reservation. On Cullen land," I explained to her softly. "My grandpa thinks it's best we return to Forks. We need to prepare for whatever war's in store and the best base would be for us to be in Washington. I know we wanted to go to Massachusetts, but at least with this we'll figure this all out."

"But," Grace stammered, looking at the keys. "My family?"

I smiled, "They're coming."

"No," Grace gasped, wide eyed.

I nodded with a smirk, "Robert and Cordelia found a nice home in Seattle. Zach's moving the firm out that way and your mom's going to be living with Ava and them. At least this way we're all on one coast. The good ole west coast."

"Oh Masen." I watched as her eyes watered. She then threw her arms around my neck, "Thank you...I don't know what to say."

"It's for me, you and Tyler. So he can grow up just like how we did and hopefully we'll get this whole idea of a war out of his head. But, we'll be close by to the family in case anything happens," I explained to her. "Whatever's going to happen...However it'll happen...We're in for a hell of a ride."

"I know," Grace answered softly as I then picked up Tyler in my arms. I watched as she bit her lip, "Mase...Look, there's something else I should share with you."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"I...I have this weird feeling, in my gut," she told me. "That...That my dad is a vampire."

I looked at her wide eyed, "How can you be sure?"

"Remember when...When I died," she said softly.

I winced, "Yes, unfortunately."

"Well," She continued, "I don't remember much, but things have been coming back…"

"What kinds of things?" I asked slowly.

Grace bit her lip and looked at me nervously, "I think…I think at one point I saw my grandfather, Alexander, and he…He told me my dad's out there…But it's too fuzzy and it could be something I made up or…I don't know, it's kind of stupid…"

"It's not stupid," I told her gently. I paused before asking, "But…You think it's possible?"

Grace nodded her head, "I think so. I mean...It has to be, right?"

"We'll see," I murmured. "Maybe we can get some help from Maysun. She's an excellent tracker and maybe we could get some help from the twins...Or at least talk to the others about this."

"I know," Grace replied quietly. "It's just...For now, it's a thought."

"Okay," I agreed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She then wrapped her arms around my middle so our son was right in between us.

Whatever was going to happen in the upcoming days or years, I was ready. I had a reason to fight. Grace and Tyler. I wasn't going to ever let them down. Ever.

*Dru's POV*

I sighed as I fiddled with the rings on my fingers. It's been a few days, I think, and I'm still stuck down here. My dear father's come down to speak to me once, but that was about it. Telling me he'd let me out if I corporate. I was too stubborn and refused, but right now it would be nice to sleep on a bed instead of this stone.

"Hey there." I look up to see Iris. She was walking back down into the dungeons escorted by Demetri.

"Hey," I replied. I then looked towards Demetri who sent me a small smile. I smiled back. I wasn't going to lie, I didn't hate the guards.

"How ya doing down here, Dru?" He asked me as Iris entered.

"Ya know, nothing new," I replied, shrugging.

Demetri chuckled as he locked the door, "Lucas says hi. So do the girls."

"That's good," I answered, sighing.

"Alright, well see ya ladies," Demetri told us before leaving. It did bother me, I won't lie. As much as I liked the guards, I wish they would just...Break the rules. They all respected my father and uncles way too much to do so though. But for just once, you think they would do what is right. Then again, most of them are probably scared. You either join the Volturi for power or protection. Most choose the later or they have no choice. This whole coven was built upon fear which quite frankly, annoys me. If I learned anything from the Cullen's it's that covens are family. The Cullen's would die for one another. Just getting to know them and being away from the Volturi taught me how much love there actually is in the world.

I sighed as I turned back to Iris. She looked exhausted. Probably had a long day at work. Iris was responsible for teaching the kiddos, but I was surprised as to why they kept her down here. You think Aro would build trust with her, but maybe it wasn't entirely who she was. She did mention her father was a psychopath.

"So..." I trailed off as Iris smiled at me. "How was work?"

Iris chuckled and shrugged, "Nothing new. The girls are fine, if you want to know."

"Oh thank god," I said, smiling in relief.

"Although, I think Lizzy doesn't like me too much," Iris confessed, biting her lip.

"Why?" I asked, surprised I was even hearing that. Lizzy liked most people. She may have been pushing everyone away the past few months, but she got along with everyone. She's kind to everyone.

Iris bit her lip, "She...She knows who my father is."

"So?" I asked, confused by Iris's response.

"Well," continued Iris, fiddling with her thumbs. "He wasn't exactly a kind man to the Cullen's."

"I'm sure Lizzy will get over it," I interjected. Iris raised her eyebrows at me and I smiled sheepishly. "I mean, Lizzy doesn't judge people too harshly. I'm sure once she knows who you are, then maybe...Just maybe-"

"She'll like me?" Iris summarized, a grin appearing on her face.

"Exactly!" I exclaimed, feeling red in the cheeks. Iris smiled too, leaning against the bars of the cell. Her gray eyes following me. I felt flustered. She was truly beautiful. I wouldn't deny the fact she was. Lucas would be absolutely teasing me right now for the way I'm acting. I'm calm, collected Dru. Women and men alike love me. But for god's sake, Iris wasn't just any woman though.

I got to know her the past couple of days since we've been forced to spend so much time together and it's thrilling. She wasn't just some random person at a bar that I'd want to sleep with...She was unique. Cultured and vastly brilliant. Every night since I got here would be spent just talking for hours until we both talk each other to sleep.

Iris has a way with people. She see's the good in them, which is mind blowing since we're here in one of the crueler places on the planet. She tells me about my half brothers and how they're pure. She not once holds it against them for who their father is. Iris has a way of seeing the beauty in people when others can't.

"What's...What's your favorite place?" I blurted out, trying to calm whatever my racing mind was wondering off to this time.

Iris smirked at me, "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," I stammered, shrugging.

This caused Iris to giggle and shake her head, "Well...I don't know." I watched as she bit her lip and wandered around the cell, "I guess it would be...Norway. A small town in Norway. My mother and father raised me there, but then once I was a bit older we had to move to America. My sister was born there and we were so happy..."

"Your sister?" I questioned in surprise, being the first I'd ever heard about any sort of sister let alone anything about her family. I don't really even know what Iris is. She told me she was a mix, whatever that means. Iris clearly was not human or vampire. She slept, breathed, and had a heartbeat. She also drank blood, but she didn't seem like a hybrid either. In fact her scent was off. Whatever she was, it was something

Iris nodded meekly, "Yes...My sister, Jo. Short for Josephine. Such a tomboy, but none the less she's...I don't know where she is."

"You don't?" I asked curiously.

"I haven't seen her since I was taken a year ago," Iris explained, fiddling with her hands. "Better me than her. I don't know where she is, but she's safe and she's hiding. I know she is and I guess that's the only reason I've been able to survive this past year."

"I can imagine it's been terrible," I mentioned quietly.

Iris shrugged, "I mean, I was surviving. I wasn't living. Just going on with my life and then...I don't know, Aro decided he needed to spice things up around here and since then...I guess I have been living."

I could feel my ears turning red as Iris made direct eye contact with me. I smile as she reaches out for my hand. I grasp it in my own and hold it tight. It's warm. Comforting. I missed this kind of contact.

"I'm glad your hear, Iris," I told her softly. "You're my rock down here. When I found out I was going to be separated from the girls I was devastated. Scared. I always had Cordelia, Robert, or Lucas. I thought...I thought I would be alone. Demetri, Felix, and Heidi can entertain me for only so long...I know my father wouldn't allow it...It's just nice to have someone else. Not to be alone."

"I agree whole heartily," Iris replied. We both chuckled as we took our sports on the cell floor.

I listened to Iris talk about her day like we did every night. I was in the middle of telling her a story about Lucia when all of a sudden I felt a solid mass hit my shoulder. I blink in surprise to see she'd doze off. I don't blame her, she is exhausted but I liked it.

I smiled, leaning my head back against Iris's. The scent of lilac filling up my nose and I sighed in content. Her warm body next to mine made this cell less cold. Soon my eyes began to close as well until I was deep into sleep.

*Abby's POV*

"Alright, let's do this," Lucas announced as he walked into my bedroom. I frowned, looking to see a determined look on his face.

I was currently curled up at the window seat with Gone With the Wind laying in my lap when Lucas Rider came bustling into my bedroom unannounced. Quite frankly, I was tired and wasn't really one hundred percent ready to deal with whatever he had in store next. Today we had a rough day of training and after being thrown all about by Demetri a couple of times today, I just wanted to relax.

"What are you talking about?" I asked irritably as I placed the book down on the bench.

"You know what I'm talking about, sparky," Lucas said, taking a seat at the edge of my bed.

"Sparky?" I questioned, raising my eyebrows in confusion.

"Yeah, sparky," Lucas said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Because of you know what."

"Oh right. That," I murmured, biting my lip.

Lucas meant my power. That thing we discovered the other day when I had a slight meltdown or whatever it was.

"Come on, let's try to trigger it again," He declared, smiling at me as he rubbed his hands together.

"I don't know..." I trailed off, biting my lip. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't," Lucas insisted, wiggling his hands. "Remember, physical shield? It won't hurt me."

"We don't know that," I pointed out, crossing my arms over my chest. "What if it penetrates it?"

"Well, then obviously it'll hurt but I'll be fine," Lucas said, getting into a position. "Now spark away!"

"Excuse me!" I exclaimed. "I don't even know what triggered it! How can I control something I just discovered?"

"True," Lucas answered. "Hmmm...Maybe just try letting loose?"

"Letting loose," I repeated.

"Exactly," Lucas said. "Try standing there and let loose. Just don't even think. Just let it flow through you. I mean, that's how I control mine."

"Alright," I murmured, getting into a stance. I closed my eyes tight and tried to not think, but all I could do was think. Think about it all and just get overwhelmed.

"Just don't think, Sparks," he told me softly. "Listen to my voice. Concentrate on that. Try to just let it flow through you."

I took a deep breath and tried to really hard. I did listen to Lucas's voice and I just let that maybe try to fuel me over. In the midst of it I could hear Lucas beginning to cheer.

"You're doing it! You got it Sparky!" I open my eyes to see a glow of energy emerging from my hands. I smiled widely and looked at Lucas. He was smiling widely too, but that's when-

ZAP! I got Lucas right in his side. He yelped in surprise while I jumped in shock, losing my control.

"Oh god!" I squeaked, rushing to his side as he gripped to the spot where I hit him.

"I'm good! I'm good! No big deal!" Lucas yelped. "Really, didn't even hurt me."

"Are you sure?" I asked, raised eyebrow.

"I'm sure," he seethed, lifting up his shirt. I blushed when he exposed his abs, but kept myself together.

"Here," I said, touching his skin gently. It was a bit red, but I assume since he was a Lux Lamia it wouldn't hurt him as terribly.

"Really, it was just like getting sparked by the vacuum cleaner or something," Lucas told me.

"Well, I'm still sorry," I said softly.

"Really, I'm fine," Lucas insisted.

I smiled at him, "Well still, thanks for helping me out. Hopefully I'll be in full control soon."

"Hopefully," Lucas agreed, the two of us smiling at each other. I could see that in the corner of his eye he noticed Gone With the Wind on the bench. He raised his eyebrows and picked it up, "You're still reading this?"

"Sort of," I told him, shrugging.

"I never pegged you as someone who would be into this stuff," Lucas confessed, flipping through the pages.

I bit my lip, "It's just...My dad's from this time period and...I don't know, Rider."

"Oh," Lucas replied. He looked at it distantly, "It reminds you of your parents, doesn't it?"

I nodded stiffly, "Yeah...It's the only thing I have of them here. I don't have any pictures or some sort of I don't know, jewelry or object they gave me on me. It's...It's the only thing I have of them."

"No, I get it," Lucas replied quietly. "Quite a lot actually."

"What do you mean?" I asked softly.

Lucas bit his lip, "Well, I'm sure you've heard Ethan's story by now, am I correct?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Well, the night Ethan and I lost everything was hectic," Lucas explained, fiddling with his hands. "It was three days before Christmas. I was still a kid, middle school age. Ethan was looking about sixteen. He was a year away from being a full adult. Our parents were so happy...And well, then I don't know what happened. All of a sudden our door burst open and this man, Lorenzo, was right there. My father told my mother to run for it, she tried but she couldn't leave dad behind. Told Ethan and I to run...Suddenly the house was catching flames. In the mess of it all, Ethan and I got separated. Woke up in a ditch and that's where the Volturi found me. Went to Italy after that."

"Lucas," I breathed, touching the top of his hand. "I'm...I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," He told me, shaking his head. "It was a long time ago. Point being, I get it. I never got the chance to get any picture or anything from the wreckage. I went years without anything of them. It wouldn't be until I found Ethan again when I would be able to get a picture of them. He found our mother's claddagh ring, gave it to Lily. Makes sense. Our mother would've wanted that."

"Did Ethan have anything for you?" I asked quietly.

Lucas nodded and pulled out a pocket watch. My eyes widened as Lucas opened it. The glass was cracked, but the clock still ticket. It was gold and engraved read their last name, Rider.

"My fathers," Lucas explained.

"It's beautiful," I told him wistfully.

"It is," Lucas agreed before looking at the door. "Anyway, I should head out. I'll see ya tomorrow, Sparky."

"You too, Rider," I replied softly. I then watched him leave the room before collapsing on my bed.

Boy, things were surely confusing now.


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