This is Dreaming of Dawn but Phil's version of the story. I hope you like.

1 - Restlessness

"So my friend was like oh my god I can't believe you got to meet..." the personification of a modern woman sat next to me and continued her monologue, so long as I nodded in her direction every few minutes she did not notice that my attention was elsewhere. I was beginning to doubt my hearing, were women seriously this shallow?

My feet started to tap with impatience while I calculated out how much longer this event would last, pulling out my phone and using the tablecloth as a cover I checked the time. Hmmmm, two minutes since the previous occasion that I had peeked.

I don't know what it was about charity events that made them so tedious and boring, maybe a small fire would liven things up a bit. It would not take much effort on my part, a mere thought with a bit of concentration would generate a flame across the room. No need to set a person on fire, there were plenty of other targets for my current pyromaniac tendencies. In my mind ribbons of orange and bright yellow started to assemble into a tight ball getting ready to burst out into reality. At nearly two thousand years of age I was far too old to be pulling juvenile pranks like that. Though the entire ballroom was set up with a sprinkler system, the fire would not go far.

"Oh wow look at that," my date gasped next to me.

Two tables down the candles had somehow tipped setting fire to the elaborate centerpiece. A waiter quickly poured some water on the flame. "Looks like someone was smart and put it out. No need to worry about it... Sylvia." I hope she did not notice me pausing to search for her name. Women tended to get very angry when you did not remember their names. It was not entirely my fault, there had been a great number of women in my life and most relationships tended to be brief.

GetittogetherPhilandconcentrate, I mentally slapped myself. No more fantasizing about setting this place on fire. Good thing no one suspected the real reason that the small fire started. I searched within myself, Aodh was feeling somewhat smug and that was never a good sign. My distraction had allowed it to take control of my powers and start that small fire. I did not understand what it hoped to accomplish with this trick, fortunately Aodh tended to be more mischievous rather than destructive. That was not always the case but I quickly shoved those memories away.

Over fifty generations ago my ancestors found themselves in an extraordinary situation, suddenly some started sharing their minds with another entity. They called it The Great Spirit, mine was named Aodh or it had really like the name when we stumbled across it a few centuries ago. My grandmother who counted her age in millennia instead of years had not encountered another people who were possessed like this. She did not have the spirit, it had come to me from her husband whose people had a reputation of carrying spirits. I think part of the reason she married him was so that her children could potentially be more powerful due to the spirit.

For those of us who had the spirit symptoms began to appear in the toddler years, it only happened for the children whose blood was "strong" enough to support a spirit. I was close to four when it started for me and even though it has been nearly two thousand years I could still remember the fear and confusion that came with the strange pictures flickering in front of me.

The pictures could be those of an event that occurred in the past, the future or another planet - there were times when it was impossible to tell which of those three the spirit was trying to show you. That was the power my grandmother wanted to add to her bloodline, the ability to predict the future. She had survived battles that would have easily destroyed a lesser woman, and she wanted her children to have as many advantages as possible. She trained everyone who came into the family whether by birth, adoption or marriage and she made sure that we had the best possible chance of survival.

Nothing was free in this world and being able to see the future came with a price, one of which were the devastating headaches that would makes us go blind with the pain. Since there was not a physical reason for the headache no conventional medicine worked, all you could do was crawl into a dark hole and wait it out. That was one of the worse things but there were other annoyances, from my grandmother I had inherited a plethora of mental powers: mind reading, telekinesis, the ability to bend space-time to name a few. These powers were usually strictly under my control, unless I was not paying attention and then Aodh would jump in and use them for its own needs.

Sharing my head with Aodh was normal for me, there had never been a time when it was not there but usually we had similar enough goals that we got along fine. As part of my training to become a guardian I had learned to comprehend what Aodh wanted to do and learned to curtail some of its more violent tendencies. When our minds first blended it would start fires and throw things when it did not get its way. Currently my usual ability to read Aodh was failing, nothing I did seemed to be able to appeases it.

To prove my point the silverware on the table in front of me started to move slowly, the knife sliding slowly across the white linens. Stop it. My mental hiss halted the silverware's motion but Aodh had just used the stunt to get my attention. The tablecloth in front of me blurred and was replaced by a row of green trees. This was a common theme to my visions these days, but since there were a lot of trees in the world, especially in the Pacific Northwest there was nothing I could do about it but wait for Aodh to give me more details. It showed me the same picture but this time there was something brown weaving in and out of the trees, the shape was too hazy to recognize. What the fuck do you want? I screamed at it mentally, not that it helped, it just kept showing me the same incomprehensible image. Over and over again like a broken record, I suspected Aodh had deemed this very important but there were not enough clues for me to go on. It was not able to form words, so the only way it could communicate were images and scenes.

Ignoring the useless picture in my head I concentrated and focused my vision on the reality in front of me. Sylvia was a pretty woman, some would call her beautiful but she did nothing for me. Donna was an excellent nurse and while she might know when a situation calls for absorbable versus non-absorbable suture she knew nothing about my taste in women. I had made the mistake of mentioning that I did not have a date to the hospital fund raiser, next thing I knew she had convinced me to go on a blind date with this girl that was just 'perfect' for me.

Granted Sylvia was just the type of girl that I tended to date these days, but she was by no means anything even close to being my ideal woman. Her professionally highlighted hair was as straight as a pin but my keen eyesight picked up some serious split ends indicating a great deal of time spent in the bathroom with a straightening iron. Her dramatic green eyes were pretty but had a yellow circle around the outside where the tinted contact lenses went past the border of her irises. The skin on her face was without lines or blemishes, but that was because of the wast amounts of makeup and botox. Her nose was not her own but the creation of one of my colleagues. Hopefully she did not pay too much for that nose job since it was slightly off balance, had one of my students done such piss poor work I would have failed them. Her eyes had been worked on as well though I cannot comprehend why a girl near thirty would possibly need to have her eyelids fixed. I began to wonder if there was anything authentic about the woman sitting next to me. More important than her lack of genuine looks was the suspicion that she had nothing going for her when it came to the brains department either.

I was not normal by any caliber, in fact by some standards I would not be considered a human. The closest tie I had to this planet was the fact that my grandmother was born here; my father's side of the family and my mother's father were all born and raised on other planets. My little brother who looked a lot less human usually did not even bother coming to Earth, though he had been back here to study the Neanderthals. In a way he was studying our father's ancestors, technically speaking we were not descendants of Homo Sapiens. Add to that being genetically modified by aliens and we did not exactly fit into the normal category. We tended to be stronger, faster, and have better senses so we did not always play well with other.

I touched the thin circle of braided string that was tied around my wrist, entwined with the filaments of cotton were a few strands of dark hair, Siboniso had been a real woman. The small token was a reminder of both of the woman and what happened when I made the mistake of involving my feelings. She had been the last one that I had actually tried with, the ones after her had been nothing but a place to stick my dick when I got tired of masturbating.

Because of our unique abilities and therefore the secrets we kept it was impossible to be completely open with humans so the family was generally self reliant in most things. You could find a willing partner amongst the family to do just about anything. Ariel for motorcycles, Uncle William for cooking, Blossom was the party girl, Phila was into everything that involved water and Kendrick was good if you wanted to play cowboy. The one thing the island could not provide was a wife, I had to leave behind the planet of my birth and cloak my true self as I searched for her amongst the planets occupied by humans.

I was not very finicky when it came to choosing women, unfortunately the spirit with which I shared a consciousness was very particular about the women in my life. That was one of the blessings or curses of having the spirit. According to family tradition only one woman would satisfy the very stringent criteria of the Spirit; honestly I did not think it actually had a criteria so much as it was looking for a specific girl. It was a very jealous creature and if it thought I was getting too close to a woman it would make sure to sabotage the relationship. Only this one special woman would be tolerated for a lifetime, sadly I had yet to meet this paragon. In my youth I had wasted plenty of nights imagining my perfect woman. Would she be gentle and sweet, or fierce and strong? Would she be a tall amazon, a petite little thing or somewhere in between? I dreamed of all the things we could do together, all the places I wanted to show her. I had been very impatient and more than ready to meet her, as the years had passed my enthusiasm wained until it was replaced by a sliver of fear. What if I never met the woman, would I spend the rest of my immortal life in limbo?

Having lived for two millennia meant that I have met women that were breathtakingly beautiful, remarkably witty, or a dangerous combination of both but none had sparked the interest of the Spirit. At best Aodh was indifferent to these extraordinary women, sometimes when it deemed that I was getting too attached to anyone it would lash out and hurt them. Once I had been released from my training I had spent a great deal of time and effort trying to locate my mate. She would be the one person that would magically be the perfect partner for the rest of our immortal life. For males with the Spirit the binding to your mate is supposed to be instantaneous upon meeting them - see your mate and wham you are bound to them. I had been waiting for this moment for nearly all my life and that was a great many years.

There had been times when I could do nothing but scream at the sky because of the unfairness of it all, Siboniso had been an amazing woman and yet the spark had never happened. I stayed with her a little longer than I should have, hoping that the spirit was wrong because I was sure she was the one. Aodh had responded by pushing her down a set of stairs and breaking her neck, after that I gave up. I no longer actively looked for my mate, I let fate take its course. I also changed the type of woman I took to bed, what did it matter if they were intelligent or beautiful? The Spirit would not allow me to spend more than a few weeks in their company and then the sabotage would begin. So I switched to women I knew there was no way in hell I could ever care about, the shallow foolish ones. The ones I felt no guilt over using and discarding, the ones that I could leave without looking back. A better person might have given celibacy a try but that was not my deal, I enjoyed the female body far too much to give up on it. Soft skin and rounded curves were not something I would live without, especially since I did not know when I would meet my mate.

This was the reason Donna thought that Sylvia was my ideal wife, the women I have dated since coming to LA had been of the vapid slutty variety.

"I will be right back I have to go use the ladies room," said woman interrupted my mental grumblings as she moved to stand. I quickly got out of my own chair and slid her chair out so that she could stand more easily.

Due to her very tight black dress everyone in the room could tell that she was not wearing panties. Unfortunately I could also tell that she had implants in her ass, seriously was there any part of this woman that was the real thing?

She thanked me for the gesture with fluttering eyelashes, did she think that worked outside of the movies? I returned her smile with a fake one of my own, it was a gesture I had perfected over the years. I could look my worst enemy in the eye and grin from ear to ear - all the while plotting to kill him.

By the time my date returned to the table dinner had already been served, they called it Chicken Marsala but clearly they did not know what that was. I had perfected this recipe centuries ago and clearly from the looks of things the chef who had prepared this had a few more years to go before he got it right.

"This is pretty good," Peter told me as he cut into the rubbery looking piece of meat covered in some sort of congealed sauce. I had politely waited for my date to return before starting my meal. Manners were something of the past, I stood again to help Sylvia get back in her seat.

"Hmm I don't know if this is on my diet," Sylvia murmured demurely as she picked up her fork and poked the soggy looking noodles in what should have been white sauce that accompanied the chicken.

"I don't think this is on anyone's diet. Except maybe Peter's." I looked over at him. "Seriously you are no longer a resident, you should learn that not all food put in front of you is edible." So I happened to be somewhat of a food snob, cooking was one of my few passions. I enjoyed it almost as much as trying to kill myself on motorcycles, it could not be helped. Most of my family tended to be speed demons, but at least Aodh would warn me before I hit anything.

"Hey not everyone here can afford their own personal chef," Peter replied with a huff.

"Oh my friend Carol knows the personal chef to..." Sylvia added her two cents to the conversation. I never understood this need to know about the personal lives of celebrities. I for one had to avoid certain movies because of the actor; currently anything with Tom Cruise was now out of the question. It was hard to get into the movie when all I could think was that man though he was the messiah that would protect us from the when aliens attacked the earth.

"Seriously she only eats turnip greens on Tuesdays?" Peter appeared impressed with this knowledge while I tried to stifle a yawn.

"Oh yeah you should know what Oprah does..." Sylvia continued now that she had an enthusiastic audience. I was mistaken on my initial assessment of this woman, it was wrong to put her in the stupid category. She was actually quiet intelligent, too bad she chose to use her mind to remember gossip. She was also adept at directing the conversation, anytime we moved away from discussing the personal habits of her favorite celebrity Sylvia would move us back on topic. Peter finally realized his meal was getting cold and quickly dug into his food, I considered offering my plate to him just to keep him from encouraging Sylvia to talk.

As the meal progressed I began to wonder about the woman sitting next to me, surely she is just saying what she thinks we want to hear. Her mind could not be this shallow, could it? It did not take much effort on my part to slip into her mind, though generally we avoided doing such things since it was considered rude to rummage around in other people's thoughts.

She is kind of ugly, my ass is much nicer than hers. I wonder if I need another boob job Joanna seems to think so but what the hell does that skank know about anything?

Apparently her internal monologue was worse than what came out of her mouth. My dick was currently giving me a mutinous look trying to ask me if I really intended to stick him into that woman. I was answering him with a resounding no. Guess it is just you, me and Rosie Palms this evening. Something that had been happening with increasing frequency of late, pasting on my fake smile I pretended to pay attention to my date counting down the minutes before it would be polite to leave.

As much as I would have liked to leave early it was close to midnight before I pulled up to my house. Sylvia was on her way home and I did not regret letting her go for even a minute.

As I got out of the car another vision hit me, I did not break my stride while heading for the door. I had learned over the years how to operate blind so getting from my car to the side door was easy even if a vision was blocking my view of the garage. For a minute I was frustrated at Aodh for sending me yet another nebulous vision but it soon became clear that it was being helpful at this moment.

Settling my briefcase on the stand next to the kitchen counter I pulled out my phone and called Phila.

"Hey girl what are you wearing?" I asked by way of greeting.

"Fuck you, you cock sucking bastard." She yelled at me, this was not her usual reply so I knew there was something wrong.

"As much as I would like to sit here and analyze your sweet salutation I have a reason for calling. Your boy Harper might want to leave the frat party he is currently attending, it seems like someone called the cops." My vision of the police coming in and arresting all the underage drinker was clear.

"Wait he should not be at the party, excellent," her mood did a one eighty. It looked like I would not have to do much analyzing it was clear that Harper attending the party had put her in a foul mood. Phila might be playing the role of teacher-student with her mate but that did not mean she enjoyed the though of him going out and hooking up with some girl.

"I will let you come up with some method of extricating him from the party." I hung up without saying goodbye so that she could call and save her boy.

After a quick shower I put on some pajama bottoms before settling in to do some dictations, fortunately Aurora would be able to turn everything into the appropriate format without me having to type it all up. I then spent several hours on the TV trying to find anything to watch, needless to say when my phone rang around three am I was a little too excited.

"Nelson," I barked into the phone, it was always best to pretend to be pissed at being 'woken' up in the middle of the night.

"Seriously Phillip what kind of a hello is that?" My grandmother tried to sound stern but it came out amused instead.

"It is early in the morning here," I told her by way of explanation.

"So what is that supposed to mean?" she sounded somewhat confused, Bee did not spend that much time around humans anymore so she tended to forget what they were like.

"Humans need six to nine hours of sleep per day," I reminded her with a smile.

"Why the hell would they waste their time sleeping? There are so many other fun things to do at night, such as sex."

"Is there any particular reason you called?" Trying to politely steer the conversation away from the sex topic.

"Speaking of sex, have you been getting any? Your mother sad you are having a hard time picking up women right now." Bee was the poster child for stubborn and I might as well go along with it because she would change topics when she damn well wanted to talk about something else.

"No Grandmother, I have not been having sex." I rolled my eyes, I was willing to bet humans did not have to have these conversations. Her reason for asking these kind of questions were understandable, when under a great deal of stress sex drive tended to disappear first. It was a way to see if an intervention was necessary. My need for sex had not dissipated, my dick had just suddenly decided to follow Aodh's example and become very picky.

"Your mother said something along those lines, but don't worry dear if things get really bad I know this girl that for a price..."

"Thank you for the offer but I am capable of acquiring my own prostitute." I interrupted before she could continue, knowing Bee if I did not nip this in the bud right now there would soon be a call girl knocking on my door. Not that I had anything against working girls, but my housekeeping might be slightly upset.

"Hmm if you change your mind there is this italian girl who supposedly can pick up a ping pong ball with her..."

"Yeah because it probably has teeth," I laughed at her attempts to entice me. Bee was abnormal to say the least but easily understandable if you knew her primary motivation. Survival. She had spent every minute of her youth fighting to survive, and she was determined to see that her family would survive. If I was distracted by the fact that I was having a hard time getting sex that would make me vulnerable. Some might question her morals when she was so willing to hire a woman for sex but Bee did not give a shit about such things. Every rule would be broken if it was necessary for the family's continued existence, this had been drilled into me from birth.

"Hmm that would be interesting to see, I might just have to hire her myself. Or maybe I can wait until Sassy marries that boy she is bound to."

"Is he not somewhere around twelve years old? I think you might have to wait a few years before you need to worry about a bachelor party." We had all laughed our asses off when we found out that serious Sassy had found her mate in a child. Phila sent her a diaper bag with bottles, diapers and monogramed burp cloths. For a moment I had been worried that Sassy would finally lose her temper and kick Phila's ass but she managed to reign herself in.

The boy Seth was somewhat interesting, a remnant of an ancient experiment. One that allowed the humans to shape shift into giant wolves, the genes are only activated when in the vicinity of blood drinkers for prolonged periods of time. This small tribe that lived by the Pacific Ocean seemed to have maintained the gene. I guess inbreeding has its advantages at times.

"Speaking of Sassy I need you to go and take over watching the area around Seattle." Luckily Bee deemed this the perfect time to switch topics away from hiring a woman of the night.

"Why can't Sassy and Kendrick handle it? They have been in charge of the place for a while now." I know they had been avoiding the public eye there since Sassy was worried about being spotted by Seth, since he was a shape shifter he would imprint on her on sight. She was trying to give him a few more years to be a child before he imprinted on her. Since Sassy was female her spirit did not bind her as tightly to her mate, they usually had to develop a relationship before the binding process completed. She could spend the next few years in the periphery of the boy's life, the only reason she was keeping such a close eye on him was because of the chaos that had descended on the region.

"Trouble will be coming to the area soon, Sassy saw something bad happening. The Volturi are going to be little whiny bitches about this Carlisle person having too many gifted vampires, we might have to intervene. These Volturi were a good idea a couple of millennia ago but they are starting to outlive their usefulness." There had been talk for the past few centuries about cleaning house in that small fortress in Italy. Bee, Mari, and Peter had been the ones that put them in charge of keeping the vampire world secret from the humans. Either the Volturi were starting to be careless or the world was becoming a smaller place, regardless of the cause it was beginning to look like we needed a new set of rulers to keep the vampire population in check.

"Are you thinking of replacing the Volturi with Carlisle Cullen?" He was an interesting blood drinker, not only had he abstained from drinking human blood but he had managed to convince his family members to follow the same path. These blood drinkers while not as controlled as their leader still attempted to follow his ways of survival. "His family is now up to seven additional members, not including a new hybrid child. On top of that several of them have powers. Mind reading, empathy and the ability to see the future."

"It would be fun to see if he could grab power from the Volturi but Sassy was suggesting that he is not really interested in raw power. His idealism could be used as an example to others, the man really does do as he preaches." Bee's voice became speculative as she tried to figure out Carlisle. "We need to test them, his entire family in fact to see how they react under pressure. If they pass we will give them our protection."

"Last Spring a newborn army of blood drinkers came to destroy them and not only did they stand their ground but they formed a tentative alliance with the shape shifting wolves of the region." That bond had been strengthened when Jake imprinted of the young hybrid. Another reason that Sassy had not introduced herself to Seth was the fact that wolves could not keep secrets, at least not with the pack mind.

"Keep our presence a secret for now," Bee's voice was pleasant but the underlying command was obvious.

"Of course ma'am." Two things had been drilled into me from birth: protect the family and our secrets at all costs.

"From what Sassy was telling me it will require for them to call in a lot of friends, the power of the Cullen family will become obvious not only to themselves but the vampire community. It will help with the downfall of the Volturi." Bee was thinking of strategies as we went along, but I agreed with her. The Cullen family knowing their own capabilities would be beneficial.

Bee did not say goodbye as she hung up on me, I looked around and sighed. The conversation had taken less than ten minutes, it would look odd if I showed up at the hospital any earlier than five-thirty. Unlike the humans I did not need much sleep, a few hours a week were sufficient. This came in handy most times but not when I was alone and just this restless. As of late I could not seem to settle down, nothing could hold my interest for any length of time. As a man who was used to concentrating for hours on end it was starting to be a little frustrating. A run might be helpful right about now, it might cut down on all this restless energy. I did not want to bother Phila again, especially if she was unable to keep Harper out of jail. Picking up my phone I quickly found the right number. My brother picked up almost immediately.

"Hey big brother what are you doing?" Caller ID made things simpler.

"Nothing much, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a run?" I tried to keep my voice calm and smooth, it was best not to indicate to others just how stressed out I was over this.

"Trying to outrun your troubles big brother?" He asked in a teasing tone.

"Seriously does everyone just sitting around and gossip?" Was there anyone in the family that did not know.

"Mom thinks your Spirit is cock blocking you." He told me with a laugh.

"Do you want to come for a run or not?" It would be easy enough to pick a fight with him, nothing helped with frustration as much as slamming steel against steel in an all out fight.

"Yeah, yeah, don't get your panties in a wad. Meet me up at Uthu rock in half an hour."

I was already regretting asking for his company, in the end he would probably rile me up even more. My brother Myles was somewhat of a trickster and liked nothing more than harassing people.

The air at home was much cooler than in Los Angeles despite the fact that it was summer in both places. It was not until I got past the ribbons in the meadow that I realized a major flaw in my plan to outrun the pesky visions that had been bothering me for the past few months. Trees, I was surrounded by trees.

Aodh immediately hit me with a vision of trees, and I growled in response. I don't understand. Only one thing was clear, the trees surrounding me were not the one Aodh wanted.

A/N: All right girls here is the first part of Phil's point of view. What do you guys think?

Thanks for all the lovely reviews at the end of Breaking dawn.

Please forgive Phil if he is a meanie he is getting kind of frustrated right now. And he does not have his favorite outlet of sex.