Author's note: just a warning i forgot to add to chapter one, this story will contain some slash. this chapter included :)

Enjoy!

Emmett was freaking the fuck out. His day had been good if not a bit weird. He spent his morning worshiping his mate's body, enjoyed the game—despite losing eight hundred bucks—and hung out with Kate after finding out she was in love with him. He had been expecting a pretty normal day. After his talk with Kate he returned into the house, discovering his mate gone. He didn't make too much of it until sometime later, her heartbeat reached him from the backyard and she'd been ordering Edward to undress her, voice unexpectedly pained. The sight that had greeted him was confusing and alarming. Anala was topless and Edward kneeling in front of her, tense but surprisingly calm. She was hunched, trembling. Instinct pulled Emmett to her side and she drew away, crying out. He looked to his brother. "What happened?"

"Em, it's her wings."

Her wings. Emmett knew she would get them but it had seemed like a distant concept. Upon becoming a vampire his brain could retain enormous amounts of information and process it quickly but his mind was limited. He lived in the world of humans. The closest he had ever come to understanding that someone could sprout wings, he was watching X-Men. He accepted it but his mind had never wrapped around it. That her Transition would result in the fangs and marks and wings. This is what Nolan had been talking about, what he had told Emmett to look out for. She screamed as a crack came from inside her and her body shuddered. Her spine rippled beneath her skin, he could see the vertebral column press under her flesh like a long rousing serpent. His mate was in pain and there was nothing he could do to stop it or even ease it, despite his monster needing to soothe her discomfort. Her fangs were peeking out from behind her lips. The gilded flecks in her vibrant eyes glowed. They were brighter than Emmett had ever seen, looking like miniscule lights among the seas of emerald.

There was a whoosh, followed by a powerful gust of air and Nolan landed a short distance away. Emmett was left staring. He had never seen the man's wings, he had left long before that. At first glance Nolan's wings looked white, pure and snowy, however he quickly noticed that while pale and light, they were not white but a dusted powder blue. Emmett was struck by the beauty of them, by how angelic he truly appeared in that moment. The feathers shone in the descending night and each wing had to be at least seven feet long, the long feathers trailing on the ground as they lowered. The large appendages folded against his back as he moved forward, disappearing.

"Give her room."

Emmett had been so caught up in Anala he hadn't realized how everyone had gathered around her. Everyone did as he told, Emmett hesitating. He was panicking and aside from Tanya, Kate and Irina, the others looked perfectly calm if not concerned. Edward touched his shoulder.

"She'll be fine, I promise." Emmett backed away to stand with the rest of his family near the house. He'd been reassured she'd be fine but she was in pain, how was that alright?

"I know," Edward told him, automatically reading him. "It's not easy but this is the worst of it. Nolan went through it and obviously he's fine."

The reassurance didn't help his anxiety but he appreciated the gesture. He watched Anala, laying on the ground, trembling. He could see and hear the muscle and bone shifting inside her. She had pushed up on her elbows, hair starting to fall out of its tie. Nolan gripped her upper arms, keeping her there as he whispered pacifyingly to her, which Emmett found odd since she wasn't attempting to move away. It was starting to rain but Emmett barely noticed. The air buzzed and it had become surprisingly quiet aside from the rain, Nolan's soft voice, and Anala's pained cries. Emmett could see her skin contorting, strange forms moving and making the markings on her spine writhe. Edward stopped him before he could take a step forward. His monster whined nervously.

Emmett didn't like feeling useless. Especially when it involved Anala.

A series of snaps came from inside her, Anala's body jerked and Nolan's hands tightened on her. Lightening flashed across the sky and his mate's scream sliced through him. The skin of her back split and two wings burst from her body, extending upwards. The sound made Emmett physically flinch. Emmett's mind had created an image of his mate with wings. White and fluffy and angelic like the angel paintings he had seen in countless of chapels. He had never thought it would be this painful for her, that they didn't just appear one day but there was bone and muscle and tissue just as much as an arm or leg and it had to form somehow. They were large, as large as Nolan's, dwarfing her small form curled on the ground. Sleek black feathers gleamed silver when they caught the light from the house. They lowered, lifelessly resting on the grass. Anala was motionless, her back was bloodied around the base of the wings, the red on her skin and wings washing away with the rain. Her heartbeat was steady and Nolan was smoothing her damp hair as he examined her wings and back. Emmett prayed silently. Let her be okay. No one had prepared him for this, to witness such an unsettling sight and in complete honestly he was afraid for her. His protective instincts made it so, the urge to pull her small frame against him and shield her from any pain was fierce.

Anala shifted after a few long minutes. Nolan helped her sit up and Emmett approached her as those pitch wings moved, dragging along the grass and enfolded around her. Anala rolled over onto her side as the wings disappeared into her body. He knelt and touched her, making sure she was alright. Two raw, pink scars traveled down her back and Emmett gently lifted her, intending to take her inside and dried and properly examined. A sound of protest left her. "Put me down," she moaned. She struggled uselessly in his arms as he ignored her. "Emmett!"

"Stop squirming."

"I can walk!"

Like he was going to let her walk after two giant wings just burst from her back. He looked down at her, wet with rain and hair falling around her bare breasts, tendrils obscuring nipples that had to have been hardened from the cold and eyes fiery. He couldn't help but be enamored with her. She had just been screaming in pain yet Anala glared at him, stubbornly trying to get on the ground. Emmett stood, waiting patiently. She eventually whimpered, the fight leaving her as her head rested against his chest. She was too tired to fight him, he could tell, and Emmett tried not to smile too widely.

"Fine," she muttered. "And stop looking so smug."

Javan stepped out of the shower and ran a towel over his head. The house was surprisingly quiet. There always seemed to be a constant traffic between here and the Cullen residence. It was still early, there was always at least a couple people milling about. His wolf had gotten restless and he had gone for a long run. He entered his bedroom and tugged on a pair of jeans, pushing a hand through his wet hair. The fast-approaching sound of footsteps reached him and he frowned as the front door slammed open. He hoped it wasn't broken. He turned. Edward was standing in the entrance to the bedroom. His golden eyes blackened as he glared at him but Javan was trying to decide if he was going to scream or jump him. Javan looked him over. Edward's hair was a mess of copper on his head and his lean body looked to barely be suppressing his rage. Javan felt his lips begin to form a smirk.

"You look tense."

Edward growled and slammed him into the wall. "It's all your fault. You did this."

"Did what?" the boy was going to have to be more specific, Javan wasn't in the mood for guessing games.

"Bella!"

"I don't speak to your human." Javan looked at him blandly.

"Don't fucking play dumb. You started this. I had been fine. I loved her and everything was good."

"Of course it was," he nodded.

"Why did you do it? Why did you ruin us?"

Poor stupid bastard. Children, the lot of them, with their juvenile minds and idiotic dramas layered thick with denial.

"Edward what the fuck are you doing here? What exactly is my fault? Telling you the obvious? Pointing out the utter stupidity of being with a girl who wanted one thing and one thing only from you?" Edward growled and Javan continued. "For pulling you out of the moronic denial of denying your nature?"

His eyes flashed. Hit a nerve have I?

"So let me guess. You realized the truth, you don't love her—"

"I do lo—"

"You started to see the truth. That you weren't happy with that girl sucking the hypothetical life out of you with the incessant whining and begging to be made into a pretty little vampire. So you most likely freaked out and beat yourself up about it before going to Carlisle." He paused, examining the silent vampire. "No, not Carlisle. Jasper, or maybe Anala. And in a last attempt to hold on to that that shred of refutation you decide to pin it all on me. Am I correct?"

"You son of a bitch."

"I'll ask you again. What the fuck are you doing here?"

Javan watched the restraints fall away. Lips pressed to his, a growl moving through them. Javan let him push him onto the bed. So now he finally decided he was right? He had thought Anala and Nolan to be stubborn. He had thought himself to be stubborn. Two years. It had been fun though, watching him get all worked up and pissed off. Edward was staring at him. "How did you do it? Did you have all of this planned in a sick, sadistic plot to—to what? What do even you get from it? Why wo—"

"Anyone ever tell you you're annoying? Just shut up Edward. Stop thinking."

Javan slipped his hand under his shirt, watching his eyes cloud as he brushed his nipple. Edward's pale abdomen was revealed and the image of tracing his tongue over the ridges of his muscles made the copper-haired vampire growl. He looked wild, uncultivated, and Javan was fascinated. He had been waiting for this. The beast Edward had kept so tightly controlled was rising and he would have it no other way. Javan had always loved a challenge. Edward's alluring mouth was moving down his chest, teeth biting solid skin. His lovely pianist hands were rending open his jeans, and a smooth tongue ran the length of his hard cock. Javan groaned and smirked down at the young immortal. His skin zinged, his cock pulsed with the excitement of knowing the next crucial moments would alter the young vampire, and he held the power in his hands to make it so.

I knew you weren't a delicate little virgin. Edward sat up, copper hair wild and eyes dark, he gave Javan his signature smile—slightly crooked and mischievously sexy.

"With my looks? Please."

Javan quickly pinned him onto the bed. He ran his gaze over him slowly. He suddenly was looking at his newest prize, his naïve little prey, and a wide grin spread across his lips. Fuck, this was going to be so much fun.

It's nice to finally meet you Edward. Javan pulled off his shirt, taking in his lean, well defined torso, pale and flawless. I'm going to show you. He bit down on his nipple until he hissed, pulling at him as his hips bucked upwards. Javan pinned his arms. I'm going to watch that control shatter like glass. He ripped open his designer jeans and smirked as his swollen cock greeted him, weeping pearly droplets onto his abdomen. Edward pushed him up and they were standing. His golden eyes were wild as he reached for his erection. He grabbed him and slammed him face first into the wall, the plaster cracking. Edward roared and resisted his hold like he could actually get away. Javan's smirk widened as he held him there.

I am in control here boy. He pressed against his back, licking his throat and growling in warning. His wolf was rising and Javan let it take over as easily as breath was to humans. Edward had played human for most of his short existence. Javan had spent century upon century with his animal.

He would show him a true beast.

The boy would know what loss of control really was.

"Are you ready?" Javan curled his fingers around his hips tightly. The other's fingers dug into the wall.

A rough chuckle left Edward's lips.

"There's no way to ever prepare for someone like you."

This wasn't supposed to happen. None of it. She was supposed to become a vampire and live forever. She was going to marry Edward! But he had left her again and taken the ring with him. Bella sobbed as she curled up into a tight ball on her bed. Charlie had asked but she didn't want to talk, as if she could through her tears. Everything had been perfect, why did he do it? "I'm so sorry Bella. I didn't want to cause you pain again."

"Too fucking late!" she screamed.

This all started when Anala came back. That . . . that bitch! She did this. Ever since her return everything had fallen apart. Edward's family was paying less attention to her, Edward had abandoned her. Even Jacob, Jacob had a permanent grin on his face when he talked about her. Seeing her, talking to her, hanging out with her. This was Anala's fault.

She had to pay for this.