Author's Note: I was really evil with the last cliffy, wasn't I? Oh well; it's been a long time since my last powerful cliffy ;) Also, a special thank you to everyone who sent virtual hugs/chocolate brownies or felt sorry for me (about my grandma passing away), I really appreciate it. I'm trying to forget about it now, though (it being the...ahem, death, not her.I'll never forget her; she was the best granny ever :) ). Btw, is it just me, or do I hear of too frequent deaths these days? Seriously, as a child, I rarely heard of those, but now, it seems like everyone is losing someone :S

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[You can skip starting here if you want, this is a reply:] Opaline Star: First of all, thank you so, so much for your honest review :) Secondly, about the characters: as you might've noticed, this story is kind of a part of a series, so every character did get his/her deserved introduction at some point. But, you're right; people shouldn't have to read the whole series in order to fully-understand the plot-line. That's why I'm posting a summary of the lives of all my characters below. And about the plain narration, I've re-read the past couple of chapters and realized what went wrong; you see, I don't write the chapter one-shot: I write it over a day or two with many (too many to count) stops, and I found out that the narration only flows well when I'm deeply in the mind of my character from its beginning to the last word. So, please excuse that, and I'll try my best to avoid it later on. Thank you again, that really helped.

Summary [if you know enough about the characters, you can still skip it and start the chapter at 'ALISON ANDERSON']:

-Renesmee Carlie Cullen (since part of her I had to develop myself :) ): Throughout the series, Renesmee grows from a teenager to a full-grown woman as many events affected her life, one being Jacob's presence in a more romantic light, and the rest being divided between jealousy, getting over primary vampire instincts, loss, fear and a visit to the Volturi. A couple of months after that visit, Renesmee and Jacob got married and in five-months time, they had their twins: Sarah Rose Black (named after both Jacob's mother and Nessie's 'god mother' Rosalie) and Colby Thomas Black.

On a side note: Jane died during that visit to the Volturi (I had to do it).

-Mary Anderson: A regular teenager (used to be, anyway) who had to suffer some jerk of an ex and hypotensivity. She went to school with Nessie and met Embry when they were hanging out in a mall - that day, Embry took her and showed her what he really is (the guy doesn't have much sense in him, I know) but she learned to accept it pretty easily. Since then, she and Nessie became closer, and she was even the one to report the twins' delivery to Jacob. Mary got married to Embry and moved to live in La Push.

-William Anderson: Mary's father, a cop. Used to know Charlie Swan before he moved to Port Angeles.

-Allen Anderson: Mary's little brother, also grew up to become a cop.

-Rebecca Black: I know you know her, but I just wanted to say that she moved back to La Push with her father. Like Charlie, she's on a need-to-know basis.

-Sarah Rose Black: Daddy's little princess. Ever since she was born, she was treated with super-care as they all thought she would grow up to be a full-human, something that proved to be wrong (according to an old legend which states that if she has a twin boy, she'll def. have the gene, but it will only be active when danger approaches. Yay them, I know). On a trip to Europe with school (all explained in Shooting Stars), her boyfriend breaks up with her and she gets kidnapped by Alec, who wanted to avenge his sister's death (okay, so he was a tad more evil; he wanted her twin brother to watch her die, too. Ouch). When she gets back (because we all love a happy ending), with so many broken bones (remember Jake in Eclipse?) she imprints on little Randy. By the way, they were both three at the time, but the twins grew up really, inhumanly fast - even faster than Nessie. Nine years later, Randy confronts her about her frequent absence and lying about her destinations (they were friends then) and she couldn't explain how she's a wolf, so he tells her he hates her and that he never wants to see her again. Being his imprint, and bound to provide him with what he needs, she complied, and the rest is well-known. Colby calls her Rosie btw, and she can freeze or move anything or anyone so powerfully using her mind, she can also communicate with her brother that way even if they're in different countries.

-Colby Thomas Black: Sarah calls him Thomas [and so does Allie now]. Colby is a carbon copy of Jacob but with different colors; he has Bella's hair color and Edward's eye color, and a lighter skin tone. Colby is less irrational and less emotional than his sister when it comes to decisions, that's why he was the one who became the Alpha. When it comes to his family or his imprint, though, sometimes he slips and loses it (says a destroyed Ford and a couple of designer outfits - oh, and his first phase). Very protective, sometimes overly concerned and plain controlling (for the sake of it) at times. With Edward, he killed Alec of the Volturi.

-The Volturi: No longer exist. In a battle in Paris, the coven were killed (sans the guard) and their guard were told to stay silent for the sake of the stability of the vampire world. The Cullens were offered the position but declined it.

-Colin and Brady: both left La Push, one to study and the other to get married to his imprint.

-Bryce: Jared's and Kim's son, another 12-year-old who's Randy's best friend.

Oh, and remember: right 'now', it's 2029 - not 2010.

[End of summary]

Gonna leave you with the chapter :)

ALISON ANDERSON

"He wasn't human."

My eyes widened, and I gave him the best gasp I could muster. After learning about Colby, the whole pack, and the Cullen coven, learning that my grandfather 'wasn't human' wasn't exactly what you would call surprising. Maybe I was a little surprised how I never knew about this, but then, I'd never met my grandfather from my father's side.

"What was he, then?" I whispered, leaning close to my father's overly-worried face that I was probably witnessing for the first time in my life.

He grabbed my hand, pulling me after him. "I'll show you, come on."

We walked into what used to be both my parents' room, and I watched him get out an old-looking book from the bottom of his wardrobe and handed it to me. "This is his diary, take a look at the first few pages."

Cautiously, my heart pounding with anticipation and excitement, and read.

'15th of January 1999

I thought it skipped my generation.

Billy and Harry said it did. They told me, loud and clear, that because no cold ones were around, the gene wouldn't be activated. I don't know why that happened today, I truly don't. I thought moving to Canada would guarantee a normal life for me and my small family, but I guess something like that couldn't be guaranteed when you're a Quiluete.

If you're reading this, you're probably either a thief, or I'm dead. Let me introduce myself properly, in case you don't know much about me.

I'm Ben Anderson, a twenty-three-year-old, the father of John and Betty, step-father of William (even though he now holds my last name) and the proud husband of their mother. For a couple of days, I've been noticing how some stuff were off about me; my temperature has been running a lot higher and my anger took another, more physical form. There was no doubt I was on the verge of phasing any second.

What scares me even more than the idea of phasing, was why I was going to phase. There were cold ones around, and I couldn't feel safe or secure with them around my family. Apparently, I'd be able to take them down, but what sort of defense could my six-year-olds and twelve-year-old children pull against something so powerful?

Help me, God.

28th January 1999

The moment I meet those vampires in person, I'll just let them kill me; I deserve it.

Today, I phased.

Let me put this more accurately: I was sitting peacefully at home, surrounded by my wife and kids, playing cards on a dark, winter night. Moments passed quickly, and soon everyone was heading to sleep. Just before I followed, Betty - sweet, little Betty - came running out of her and her twin's bedroom, holding her pink blanket in her hands.

"Daddy," she whined, "I can't sleep."

I huffed irritably, wanting to get some sleep after a tiring day at work and at home as well and told her I needed to sleep. She insisted to make me tell her a bedtime story like I used to before, since her mother was already asleep. Without going into horrible details, I overreacted and started shaking harder than ever before - something that didn't make my little girl even flinch at my image.

"Please, Daddy. C'mon, you love me, right?"

That was when it clicked, and I burst into a giant wolf.

Tomorrow morning is my daughter's funeral - the daughter I murdered with my own hands. I love you, Betty. I hope you forgive me.'

I gasped, covering my face with my hands, the images of both the scarred Emily and a little girl covered in her own blood never leaving my sight, tears fighting their ways out of my eyes, thoughts scrambled in my head.

"I saw him myself that day," Dad mumbled, sitting on his bed, "I saw him on all fours, and I saw my sister, too."

"I didn't know I had an aunt," I breathed, "Does Uncle William know?"

If he did, I didn't think he would let his daughter marry a werewolf.

Dad shook his head. "William was told the official story - that it was an animal attack."

"Oh," I breathed, hugging Dad gently, quickly. "Sorry."

"That's why I didn't want kids, honey - in case I became the person my father was. But, now I'm sure I won't phase, I don't want to take the risk that maybe my child will have that gene - what if he's a boy? Then he'll definitely be one of them."

I froze, taking in the information.

"Believe me, I don't regret you, Alison."

Words were knocked out of me; I couldn't believe what happened - from the start; from the fact that I was part Quiluete, that I might be carrying the wolf gene somewhere in me, inactive, to the drastic scenario that happened right before my father's eyes. It was too horrible to be true. And I thought I had family issues.

"I'm sure you don't believe that he really was-"

I shook my head. "No, I do."

He raised his eyebrows. "You do?"

I just nodded, biting my lip.

"Don't tell me," he muttered, "He told you."

I played dumb. "He who?"

He grimaced. "That Colby - he's a werewolf, too, isn't he?"

I groaned internally; the next scenario was inevitable: I'd tell Dad he was a werewolf, Dad would forbid me from ever seeing him again (he did have a point, but I knew Colby would never hurt me), and everything would be a lot harder.

"Colby? A werewolf? What makes you think that?"

He huffed, standing up. "You're taking this too lightly, he's a Quiluete who's too warm and too big for an average human, and he's hanging around you way too much - he's a werewolf and you know."

Did you have to meet him and shake hands with him, Colby Thomas-freakin'-Black?

I stayed silent, looking down at my feet. "What's his last name?" he asked.

"Black," I answered, not looking up.

"He's Billy Black's son?" he asked, surprised.

"Grandson," I corrected, still in my position.

"How old is he?"

"Fifteen," I replied truthfully.

"How d-"

"Dad, please," I whined, "Enough with the twenty questions, please."

"Don't you get it?" he exclaimed, and I looked up to find him pacing back and forth in front of the door, "He can kill you if he loses control for a second."

"But he won't."

"How do you know that, huh? My father killed his own flesh and blood - nothing will matter when he loses control," he insisted, still pacing, "Allie, you have to promise me you won't see him - or any of those werewolves ever again."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "I can't promise you that, Dad."

"You have to. Mary made her own decisions when she married Embry, and William wouldn't listen. But, you - you can't even be around them. I can't-"

"He won't hurt me!" I repeated, "I know he won't - Dad, please."

"No!"

I stomped my foot angrily, fighting inappropriate tears. "It doesn't matter, I'll move in with Mom anyway."

"First of all, even if you do move with your mother, you're still my daughter, young lady," he said sternly, "And, secondly, you're not seeing them again and that's final."

COLBY BLACK

Everyone around me in the mansion was talking, discussing some nonsense, or eating, as I ruined my phone's keypad with the constant redialing of Allie's number. It was 8 p.m. now, and for half an hour, her cell phone had been switched off. This girl was definitely, definitely going to be the death of me. She did that while she was twelve - what would she do to me when she becomes a couple of years older?

Alice walked over to me with gentle, barely-audible steps, landing on the couch next to me, leaning to whisper in my ear. "I'm so sorry."

I frowned, redialing. "Why?"

She stayed silent, and I could see from my peripheral vision how she looked down at her hands for a brief second, before looking up to me. "Allie won't be seeing you for a while, a long one."

My fingers stopped, lingering over the keypad. "What? Why? What happened to her? Is she okay?"

She grimaced. "She's fine," she reassured, "But her father wouldn't let her see you anymore, and he took her cell phone as well."

I inhaled deeply, just the slightest bit relieved. "Why wouldn't he?"

She shrugged. "That I didn't catch. Sorry, Colby; I would've if you told me to keep an eye on her."

It was hard to believe that tiny, guiltily apologizing creature was my great aunt. "Don't worry 'bout it," I said, mainly to myself, "He'll come around; it's just that - Allie and I are hard to explain; you can't really call it a normal friendship, and at the same time, we're not a couple, so he might be having a problem with that, right? Please tell me he'll get over it."

I sounded too calm, but I knew it was Jasper's doing. Esme spoke from across the room. "You have nothing to worry about, honey. Seth had the same problem when Amy was Alison's age, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but her mother knew the legends and was okay with the imprint - that made things easier."

"I think all you should worry about right now is this," Mom said, flinging a stack of papers on my lap.

"What's that?"

"What you've always wanted - college applications," my mother said, smiling kindly in my direction, "Seeing the current situation, you don't have to fill them now, or even this year, if you don't want; just know you can, and you don't have to worry about the pack during that time."

For a moment, I forgot about everything - about Allie, about her father, about Randy or anyone around me; I just remembered my old dream. Even though I might not look like it, ever since I was a little kid, and Aunt Rose was home-schooling me, I'd grown a passion for mathematics. I'd always wanted to study it purely - not combined with physics or chemistry; just pure mathematics. The responsibilities I'd always had on my shoulders forced me to throw everything related to college in the back of my mind. I smiled involuntarily, and I saw how it was reflected on everyone's faces, including Sarah's, and that made me grin harder.

"You deserve a break, son," Dad told me, winking.

"Thank you guys so much. You don't know how mu-"

"Actually, we do," Edward said.

"Ruining the moment, honey," Bella giggled, hugging him.

He was smiling, leaning down to kiss his wife's hair, when he suddenly froze, glancing at Alice then Dad. "Jacob, I need to talk to you."

Everyone immediately stood up. "What is it?" I asked in my Alpha voice which, unfortunately, never worked on anyone but wolves.

Edward deliberated for three seconds and stayed in the room, looking at Dad. "Does the name Ben Anderson ring any bells?"

Dad concentrated, frowning. "Ben, Ben Anderson - I remember that name, I just can't remember whose name it is."

"Anderson? Isn't that Mary's last name?"

"And Alison's," I added.

"Why, Edward?" Bella asked before turning to Alice, "What did you see?"

Leaning on Jasper's shoulder, Alice answered calmly. "It looks like little Allie is another wolf descendant."

Before anyone could express any surprise or curiosity, Dad spoke. "Bidziil Ateara - Old Quil's younger brother. Changed his name before immigrating to Canada, used to be one of the elders, but he wasn't a wolf - this whole generation didn't phase."

"Do you mean..." Sarah started.

"Alison is Quil's third cousin," I breathed, stunned.

"First cousin once removed, actually," Esme corrected.

"How come nobody knows?" Mom asked, "That means Mary is, too."

Edward answered her. "She doesn't know, and neither does her father and I don't think John Anderson ever mentioned it around the wolves - they would've known and-"

"Nothing stays a secret in a wolf pack," Dad continued, grimacing.

"But her father isn't a wolf," I noted.

"Mary told me once about that; William, her father, moved back to Forks from Canada just before she was born and John came about ten years after that, married Allie's Mom and has been going back and forth between Forks and British Columbia," Mom mumbled.

Thank God for vampire memories.

"So he wasn't around vamps long enough," Emmett noted.

"Maybe that's why," Carlisle said.

I sunk in my seat, thinking it through. That little fact changed everything, and if I wanted her truly safe, I knew what I had to do. "The farther she is from me - from us the less likely she'll phase."

"Why do you have to stay away?" Jasper asked, "Once we go back to Canada, only Nessie will be the vamp in town."

"I can still drink blood, I'm not taking any risks," I declared.

"You do realize this is absolute nonsense, don't you, Colby? That means you'll have to stay away from her forever," Sarah noted.

I shook my head. "No, not forever," I immediately answered.

"She can phase at any minute, and we, all, can't move away, Colby - and when my generation first phased, the Cullens being in Forks and us in La Push didn't stop us," Dad said.

"She's a direct descendant!"

"And so are Rach and Becca, but they didn't phase," Mom reasoned.

I sighed. "I don't know," I admitted, but I knew deep down how she had always had that temper, "This is too confusing; I mean, why else would her father want to keep her away?"

"Afraid of another Sam/Emily incident, maybe?" Bella suggested.

I flinched at the image of Allie in Emily's place, but stayed silent.

ALISON ANDERSON

"Cloe, Cloe," I stage whispered in class. She turned her head slightly to me over her shoulder, giving me a look that said 'What?'. "I need your cell." She raised an eyebrow but handed to me discreetly anyway.

"What was I saying Miss McHenry?" Our science teacher said.

"Something about how light refracts between media, right?" Cloe answered.

He nodded and went off explaining while I attempted to text Colby.

'Will u pick me up early today? i need 2 tell u sth -A.A'

Fidgeting in my seat, I waited for him to reply, which he did after about a minute.

'no ditching. -Tom'

'i wont get 2 c u l8er!'

'PE in 2 hours?'

'and art after. c'mon.'

'meet me where we met ur friends last time at exactly 11. pay attention to class now'

I sighed, the bell finally announcing the end of the short science lesson, Cloe snatching the phone from my hand. "I don't have unlimited texting, you know."

I smiled. "Sorry, Cloe."

"Mr. Thomas," I mumbled, "Heard the latest news?"

"Well, let's see," he said, "About you being a descendant?"

I rolled my eyes. "Is there anything else?"

"Yeah," he shrugged, "Like, I don't know, maybe you switching your phone off-"

"I didn't!"

"But your Dad did," he smirked, only relying on his left hand to drive. "Why doesn't he want me around you? What did I do?"

"He's afraid you might, er," I swallowed, "Hurt me - but I defended you! I told him-"

"No, he's right," he said, his face straight, emotionless. "I might just do that."

I frowned. "What? But you said-"

"I said I would never, not I could never."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Well, I know you can, but you won't, and that's more important."

He winced. "Allie," he started, "I think we should-" he grimaced, "-keep a distance. We'll hang out every now and then - like today. But you can't be around me or any of my family for a while, and, believe me, I don't know how long it will be."

Author's Note: Look, don't kill me: I knew how predictable it was, but in my stories, I'd rather have something predictable than irrational; I've read stories where everyone is a different mythical creature. I like to believe (in my Lala Land) that there are mythical creatures, but if they're of too many kinds, they aren't mythical any more - they lose their charm. Because fantasy is not my genre when it comes to my original work, I'm not able to create a whole new world of some sort of a new creature - sure, in my FF's, I may add a few cool powers here and there, but I don't like to mess with the solid base, you know? And I like to take my stories to a certain emotional level, combined with both the mystery and a little bit of action (if in plot-line).

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