Flash-forward

Third Person

It was 2 am in the morning and it was wintry in a Fall obscurity. But the members of the bar of Oak Springham Avenue couldn't care less as they drowned away their sorrows into alcoholic beverages and nourished their immoral lives. Connor, a now common visitor –after three years in semi-solitary confinement – of the downtown bar sat on the bar stool, drinking up a storm with his sixth beer.

"Can somebody gimme another rounda beer!" He shouted out drunkenly, dropping his empty beer bottle on the counter.

The bartender shook his head disapprovingly as he polished a glass.

"Hey-Ho! Bartender!" He said, slamming his hand on the bar counter. "Where's my drink?"

The bartender didn't reply.

Connor croaked. "Screw this." He said, stumbling off the stool and staggering his way out of the bar.

He lurched off the steepy step and hit a puddle of water which he suddenly began kicking at it out of frustration. He huffed and puffed after a long while of beating the water with his foot. His panting halted when he heard and felt the whishing of the wind.

He cussed as he dug into his inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a flask of his whiskey and took a swig of it. The stingy sensations caused him to moan in pleasure before he closed the flask and looked into the distance of the dark back alley where he saw a bunch of cars driving by on the roads opposite the buildings.

His vision was blurry from all the drinking – and he was the verge of passing out –so when he saw the hazy vision of a silhouette of a young woman appearing on the sidewalk of the alley about twenty feet from where he stood, he felt his luck coming in.

He saw this a perfect opportunity to catch his release and to celebrate his first couple of days of freedom and what better way than seeking out pleasure. Well, his pleasure that is.

He laughed sinisterly as he took another swig of whiskey for encouragement before making his way –unevenly so – to the girl in a dark hoodie and black leather tights.

"Hey!" He called out.

The girl didn't turn around.

"Hey, sexy lady!" He walked quickly as he watched her begin to walk away. "Where you running to, girl?" He called out as he reached the back alley.

He walked briskly to try to catch up to her but when he reached to the spot she was, he realized she was nowhere in sight. He frowned.

Where could she have gone that quickly?

He scanned the vicinity only to see two cars pass by until he was essentially the only person there. He groaned, shaking his head as he dug into his pocket and pulled his whiskey out to take another nip. As he faltered his way down the gloomy, back alley, he managed to imbibe almost every drop of his drink.

As he went to finish the entire flask, the familiar whishing sound of the wind reached his ears and body, however, this time it wasn't the wind. His intoxicated body spun around.

"Who's there?" He shrieked drunkenly.

"Connor," He heard an eerie, feminine whisper in the distance.

He turned around, facing the direction of the bar, only to see nothing.

"Over here, Connor!" The familiar whisper came from behind this time.

He whirled around.

"W-wh-what's there? Who's there?!" He shouted out in anger but soon laughed slyly.

"Huh! You're playing hide and seek. I can play, baby! Am I getting warmer?" He laughed hysterically as he tipsily took a step forward.

"Not quite." The feminine whisperer was now a hoarser and closer.

He laughed, halting in his tracks as he felt the breath on his neck.

"Oh baby!" He said before regretting it as he spun around, only to be met with a masked face.

"Peeka-boo! I see you!" The unknown person stated before using an iron fist to the face, knocking him to the ground.

Connor was hauled from the ground and kicked into the stomach five times, causing him to bark up a groan. His head was hurled up to face his attacker, only to be introduced to a powerful head-butt and was immediately catapulted against the wall.

The attacker approached him as he crumbled to ground and held him by his shirt before throwing punches to his bruising face. Blood was rushing from his brain and through his nasal and mouth passages. And if he wasn't in enough agony, a knee-kick met his jaw which ignited a reconstruction as his bones ruptured and snapped. His head was immediately banged against the dumpster ten times before the attacker felt it was enough and moved away from him.

Connor's now unconscious body lay there on the malodorous ground, virtually bleeding out.

After what felt like forever, his eyes managed to open –barely – and he caught the blurry vision of a sharp objected being directed at him.

"I hope you feel the pain." The masked person mentioned before shooting their weapon to his leg.

He whimpered out in immense agony as the sharp weapon pierced through his skin.

… …

Present Day

Jacob Black

Nessie and I woke up the next day after having another amazing night together. It sucks that today may be the last day I get to wake up with her in a while. She and I agreed –more like debated – that it was time for her to go back to the now probably dusty Cullen house before her family comes back from their three week trip in Egypt tomorrow.

We didn't want to experience the wrath of Edward Cullen when he realized his daughter was spending her time at her boyfriend's apartment and not at her confined living quarters (at least that's what I think he'd say). He didn't exactly give Nessie free reign to practically live with me for these few weeks, even though it was my job to look out for her.

If he found out that she not only stayed with me but that we had sex to top it off, he'll probably have every reason to kill me. So just to kill two birds with one stone and avoid any added drama, she'll stay at her own house tonight.

"Okay, it's official. I'm going to be depressed the entire day." Nessie laughed as she and I walked out of –what used to be our room for the past three weeks.

"Yeah me too." I said to her with a smile as we reached the door. "I'm gonna miss having you over."

She turned around to smile at me. "We've had so many memories here in such a short period of time."

I smiled back. I knew exactly what she meant.

"We sure did." I laughed. "What are you doing afterschool? I wanna be able to accompany to your living quarters." I said, trying to impersonate Edward.

She giggled. "Well, I've got practice but other than that. I'm all free." She stated and immediately gasped in realization. "I know how hungry you get midday so I was thinking after I get settled back into the house, we could go to Krusty's Grill and grab something to bite! There's this awesome special on Tuesdays."

"Ooh! Sounds inviting. Tell me more." I hummed.

"There's a buffet!"

I moaned in gratification.

"We could hoover the grub at a dark booth!" She murmured seductively.

I gasped out dramatically.

"Eating tons of pepperoni/honey mustard and cheese pizzas!"

I gasped out again.

She giggled. "Nice juicy steaks!"

I inhaled another gasp.

"T-bone!" She uttered.

I gasped again, rubbing down on her shoulders with my hands.

"With some barbeque sauce!"

I gasped aloud, clutching my chest as if I was having a heart-attack.

"And for dessert we could have some waffles with ice-cream and loads chocolate chips and maple syrup!" She stated, gripping my shirt and growling slightly.

I could actually feel my stomach grumbling.

I burped.

She laughed, punching my stomach.

"Mmm. Ms. Cullen! I love it when you talk dirty to me." I joked as I took her jacket from the rack and draped it around her shoulder.

She giggled as she threw her blue beanie over her straightened bronze haired head. She pushed her hair behind her ears and stared up into my eyes. Her lips curved into a round grin as she threaded her fingers through my hair, fixing it up before trailing her hand down to my bearded face.

"So I'll call you?"

"Not if I call you first." I said, grabbing the door for her and opening it.

She laughed. "We'll see about that." She said, walking out and turning around to face me once again.

"I love you." I whispered to her as I leaned against the door.

She smiled as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"I love you too." She replied back with a wide smile.

"I love you more." I counteracted, holding the side of her face with one hand and the other threading my fingers through her hair.

"I love you most," She murmured back, puckering her lips up.

I hummed as I inched closer to the lips I loved.

"Okay! We get it!" Embry called from the living room.

Nessie and I darted our heads his way.

"Geez! Stop! Before I have the sudden urge to claw my ear and eyes out!" Embry complained.

I sighed, rolling my eyes.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to watch something really important here?!" He exclaimed, annoyed.

I frowned, glancing back at the TV to see Regular Show on. I then watched him laugh at some joke, with a mouthful and bowl of cereal.

I sighed turning back to my mate who rolled her eyes at Embry before turning back to look back at me.

"This is where the hard part starts," She giggled, ignoring Embry completely. "Thanks again for the legwarmers! I really needed them." She muttered.

I laughed. "Hey! My sister mailed them in for me. She thought you might've needed them because it's starting to be really cold now."

"Does she know I can't get cold?" She laughed. "But that was sweet of her! Tell her I say thank you."

I smirked.

"See you later, kid." I told her.

I immediately closed the gap between us by bringing her face into an ardent kiss on those perfectly soft lips of hers. We both couldn't control our smiles between the kiss.

She smiled as she was the first to initiate the departure and took a step back, adjusting her backpack.

"Bye." She waved.

I grinned. "Bye," I said as I watched her walk away. "Be safe!"

"Sure dad!" She teased.

I laughed before reluctantly shutting the door.

"You guys are gross. Seriously." Embry pointed out with a disapproving look.

I growled.

He was probably joking. Nessie and I are adorable.

"We get it! You're in love but no need to flaunt it every damn second. It gets irritating after a while. You could tone it down a little bit bro before your pheromones get outta control. Just a little tip, boss."

"Yeah it's a good thing you know I'm your boss." I stated, snatching his bowl of cereal from his grasp.

"Hey!" He whined.

I collapsed onto the other couch and sprawled my legs over the arm and began devouring the rest of his breakfast as I watched Regular Show with him.

"Dude, you really need to shave. You look like a thirty year old. Do you even wash that beard? I'm sure lice or old cheerios and spaghetti is all up in there!"

"Wow! You're on a role today!" I exclaimed in annoyance.

What was up with the insults bro? I thought we were bros?!

He just chuckled.

"My beard isn't that bad!" I defended myself –despite not having the need to do so – as I ran my hand over my scruff. "And plus, Nessie likes it –"

"If you dare finish that sentence, I swear to god I'll kill you with this cushion!" He warned as he raised the couch cushion in the air.

I took a mouthful of cereal.

"Nessie likes it this way." I quickly muttered before swallowing.

He snarled.

Suddenly, Seth appeared from his den –saving me from cushion assault.

"Morning." He said uncharacteristically gruffly, with an unenthusiastic wave as he made his wave to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

"Whad'up!" I said with a mouthful.

Seth opened the refrigerator door and dug in for some food. He groaned in frustration as he pulled out an empty –if not, almost empty – milk carton and slammed it on the kitchen counter.

"Ugh! Will it kill you two to toss the milk carton in the trash when it's finished! Now I had to go grocery shopping yesterday, thinking we'd have milk for the week when your fickle, frivolous asses forget one simple thing!" He lashed out.

He angrily shoved the milk carton into the trash.

I glanced back at Embry with a frown. He just shrugged his shoulders.

Seth sighed. "I'm sorry." He said to us.

"Uh…Seth? Dude…" I called. "You holding up okay?"

"Yeah, you've been PMSing on us for two days. What's up?" Embry asked.

"It's nothing. It's just…" He tried to excuse but finally gave in. "It's Alex. I don't know what to do. The other day, when I told you I almost killed a guy? Well that guy was Alex's rapist."

"Rapist?"

"Alex? Your badass girlfriend got raped?" Embry asked.

Seth snarled at the word.

"Wait." I shook my head. "What happened?"

"Alex and I were at the park, talking when this douche bag appeared and came up to us. He started talking crap about how he was sent to prison because of Alex and is out on parole. I couldn't pay attention to what he was spouting out because all I wanted to do was rip his head off." He explained indignantly.

He was visibly enraged and I could feel he was on the verge of losing it.

"Okay. Calm down dude. So this dude appeared and threatened Alex, right?" I asked in assumption. He just nodded his head.

"Okay! Chloroforming the bastard doesn't seem like such a bad idea, now does it?" Embry pointed out to me.

I sighed, shutting my eyes for a brief second before putting my focus on my beta.

"So what do you suppose we do? Talk to this guy?"

"Beat him up?" Embry injected.

"No. No. Alex told me not to get involved. She believes that he won't do anything to her when the cops are basically on his back."

"Yeah but that doesn't seem to stop many people nowadays. There's a point or line that needs to be drawn with something like this. I know that we live to do whatever our imprints say but we also have to remember that we're their protectors. And anything that threatens one the lives of our mates, we have to protect no matter the cost."

Seth nodded his head.

"So if I'm hearing correctly, we're going to go all A-Team – Pablo Escobar – mafia on this guy, right?" Embry asked with a menacing laugh and clenching his fists. "Oh this is gonna be sick!"

… …

Renesmee Cullen

"I've graded your essays and tests." Mr. Worthington stated, raising the papers in the air with his one good arm and began circling around the class.

"I've got to say. For some I'm quite disappointed." He stated, handing Lance his papers and giving him a disapproving look.

"But as for most of you, I am thoroughly impressed." He smiled as he reached my desk and handed me my papers.

I scanned it.

A+ for the essay.

97 for the test. I could've easily gotten the full three digits but if I always got 100 percent in all my classes, that will probably curve suspicion with the humans so I actually made sure I got a few answers wrong here and there which sucks!

"Renesmee. Your rendition and perspective on Jane Austen's P&P was an impeccable, refreshing read. And I enjoyed the added points you incorporated into your essay. You've read the novel before haven't you?" He asked.

"Yeah, since I was a kid it was of my favorites." I expressed.

He grinned. "Well, great job! And well done on your exam. I was really rooting for you to get those three multiple questions right."

I smiled, glancing at the ground.

"Thank you, Mr. Worthington." I told him.

He smiled before circling the classroom again. I glanced at Alex who looked to be quite bummy and scrunchy. I then put my focus on Felicity behind me –who seemed slightly out of it to me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

Were they okay?

A few minutes later, the dismissal bell went off and everyone scurried out of the class.

As I go to push my chair in and leave the class, Mr. Worthington stopped me.

"Ms. Cullen. Uh…before you leave. I just wanted to express my thoughts about your academics."

"Is there something wrong?" I asked.

Was I failing? No! Of course not. Did he think I cheated in the test? I'd like to think not!

"Believe me, there is nothing wrong." He quickly disposed. "But I have a question. I've been looking at your academic record and I noticed how advanced you were. Even the smartest kid's GPA scores don't measure up to yours. You've surpassed most of them by 1.0." He said, walking to his desk.

I felt my heart beat rising as he questioned me.

"Oh!" I simply replied, not quite knowing how to answer to that. "I didn't know that. Wow!"

"Wow indeed, Ms. Cullen." He looked at me in pure amazement. "I am sure you use different methods of studying? Or are you just naturally gifted with a unique brain capacity?"

I shrugged, trying to play it off that I had no idea.

"Must be either one of them!" I laughed. "It clearly seems to be working."

He nodded his head, smiling widely, his face still utterly astonished.

"I never got to meet your parents at the Parent-Teacher Conference meeting." He told me, rummaging through his desk for something.

I was too sidetracked to even realize what he said.

"My what?" I asked, as I replayed his words in my head. "Oh, my parents! Uh…they are out of town right now."

"Oh, well! It's such a pity since it would have been delightful to meet them." He told me as he found what he was looking for on his desk.

I smiled politely as he walked up to me.

He handed me brochures. It looked to be a college brochures or something.

"These are brochures to the most prestigious schools in my homeland the United Kingdom." He told me.

I took a look at each one of them.

St. Mary's, Oxford University, Edinburgh University, Cambridge University.

They were all such good schools but I never looked into them. I didn't even want to move across the border, thousands of miles away from my family. Why would he give me these?

"I am sure you have your heart set on certain schools but I thought you'd like to know that there are alternatives outside of your home country." He told me.

I nodded. "Um, thanks Mr. Worthington. Wow! Uh! I'll definitely consider my options."

He smiled and nodded his head. "Maybe in a couple of years, when all the troubles of our world are over, we'd meet each other again." He told me.

I frowned in confusion. I wasn't confused at the fact that he believed we'd still see each other in the future but at the way he emphasized on 'our' world. It had a double meaning to it that I didn't quite pinpoint.

However, I just nodded my head despite my curiosity.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy your feast today?" He chuckled.

"My what?" I asked.

"The pep rally for the Hurling team?" He probed.

"Oh, right!" I chuckled nervously.

"Well you better head to the school field before you miss out on all the fun."

I smiled as I went to turn around and leave the class but stopped myself and frowned, spinning around to face my peculiar English teacher.

"You're not coming?" I asked.

"I have some obligations to get to." He said, gesturing to the sophomore test papers. "But I'll be there in spirit. Go Team Hurricanes!" He said, raising his only arm in the air.

"Have a splendid day, Ms. Cullen."

I nodded and attempted a smile before awkwardly slipping out of the class.

Well that wasn't totally weird at all!

As I walk down the empty hallways, I was surprised to see Felicity standing behind her locker in her cheer getup –which was basically just the school T-shirt tied up, revealing her stomach and some ripped-jeaned short shorts and trainers.

I gulped as I smelt the scent of her blood floating around the air. Maybe holding my breath in would help.

"Lecity?" I called.

She glanced back at me with a small smile –uncharacteristic of her since she'd probably be beaming whenever her friends were around.

"Hey, Ness." She said to me, pulling the ribbon around her ponytail off and letting her hair down.

I smiled softly. "Shouldn't you be on the field? You know, cheering the team on?"

She shook her head. "I'm not exactly in a cheering mood." She said as she snatched her denim jacket from her locker and shrugged it on, zipping it up.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked sadly.

"It doesn't really matter!" She scoffed, shoving her pompoms into her locker.

I touched her arm, feeling the blood rush through her warm skin.

"Felicity, you can talk to me –"

"It's really nothing, Ness!" She exclaimed, glaring at me.

I pressed my lips together, staring at the ground.

She sighed. "I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help but…I don't think you can."

"How do you know? Maybe if you tell me about it I can help somehow." I suggested.

Her eyes glistened as she looked at me. I could tell even through her glasses that her eyes were watery. Something was troubling her and I knew she wanted to tell me, but didn't know how.

"Felicity. It's okay." I assured her.

She shut her locker and took a step closer to me.

"Okay." She inhaled deeply. "Promise me you won't tell anybody about this? Not Alex, not Rea, not even Jacob." She said.

I frowned.

What was going on?

"Yeah, sure?" I said. Her breathing hitched.

"Felicity. You're kinda scaring me. What's going on?" I asked.

She exhaled a shaky, cracking gasp.

"Lately, I've been having these visions. I can't exactly explain them but these visions came before senior year began…four months since that night."

"What are they about?"

"This will sound crazy but…do you believe in the supernatural?" She asked.

My heart literally skipped a beat as she said that. I replayed her words over and over in my head and each time I grew more and more nervous and shocked.

"W-what?" I asked in a way that kind of helped the situation.

"I don't know why I'm thinking about this but the story my grandmother told me and the way Hunter died, really got me to realize that maybe the world isn't as black and white as we thought it was. Maybe there is a secret world that we don't know about. And these visions I have seem to point to the direction of the supernatural." She told me.

I fell silent. Not knowing what to say to all of this.

Her assumptions and thoughts were so correct but I did not want to be the one to confirm it.

Is it finally happening?

Is she going to find out about the supernatural and realize that all her friends knew about it and not told her? Is she going to realize that Hunter died because of the supernatural? That she almost died because of the supernatural?

"I know this will sound even crazier but…I've been hearing these weird voices lately telling me that –"

"Hey!" Felicity was cut off by the voice of Rea as she appeared along with Alex by her side.

"What are you girls doing here? The pep rally's about to start! Sunset High's cheer meter is rising while you two are nowhere in sight! Coach Flak is boogying." Rea told us.

I took a look at Felicity who nervously stared at the ground, wiping a tear from her cheek.

"Felicity, you all right?" Alex asked.

"Yeah! I'm fine." She said, tilting her head to look at our fellow best friends.

At that moment, I noticed the slight outline of the mark she had on her neck –slight hidden by a hankie tied around it – and came to grips that it had the shape of the same bite mark I left on animals when I fed on them.

My eyes widened.

A vampire fed on Felicity!

"Hey guys!" Luke's voice reached our ears as he walked out of the boys' locker room. "What are you still doing here?"

"What are you still doing here?" Rea asked, with a cocked eyebrow.

"Probably jerking off," Alex whispered to her.

"Did you guys hear about the body they found on Oak Springham Downtown?" Luke asked.

Felicity immediately darted her head towards her. "What body?" She questioned quickly as if the news was shocking and almost relatable to her.

"Um…some worker at the harbor got mauled and killed by someone or something." Luke said, glancing back at me with a cocked eyebrow. "OWPD released a statement, calling it homicide. My dad's investigating the murder."

"Wow! Thank you for the information, doofus. We really needed that to lift our spirits." Alex said with a displeased look on her face.

Luke smiled and saluted –in his hurling attired – and walked off, winking at Rea who blushed in return.

"Hey, where's Jennifer? Isn't she a part of the cheering/dancing squad with you guys?" Rea questioned, gesturing between Alex, Felicity and I.

"I didn't see her the whole day."

"I think she ditched." Alex said. "Lucky bastard." She uttered under her breath. "Why didn't I think of that?" She asked herself.

"Okay! Whatever, the show must go on! Come on! I have to take the best pictures for the yearbook and the camera's battery's about to die." Rea said, gesturing to the Kodak camera she had dangling off her neck.

"Dang it, Rea! Why didn't you do that the first thing you go here?"

"Hmm. Look who's talking since you haven't written one thing for the school Newspaper since junior year!"

"Nobody reads the newspaper anymore Rea!" Alex said in a low whisper. Something also wasn't right with her.

"I do!" Rea argued.

"Exactly my point," Alex said.

Rea snarled.

"Come on," I took Felicity's hand in mine.

After the revelation that a vampire came into contact with my best friend, I suddenly had a compelling feeling to protect her.

But what if it wasn't a vampire? What if it was something else? Like a werewolf?

Someone like Justin?

Someone like Ray Parker?

… …

A/N: So how did you like them apples huh?

Who do you think attacked Connor? Any guesses who might have vengeance against him? And what do you think happened to him after the fact?

Update: Okay! I've been working on two trailers for this story and it's proven to be a hassle getting scenes and trying to shorten them into a 3-4 minute trailer. I mean at this rate, one of the trailers will probably be 15 minutes long lol, that's a mini-movie! But I'm currently done with the first trailer which I'll post on my YouTube channel soon so be on the lookout for a trailer tilted 'Setting Dusk Fanfiction Trailer Part 1'

(Happy Father's Day to my dad and my future husband. I love you guys!)

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