The Long Lost Cullen

by TheHunterReader

Alice receives a vision of their brother is finally returning after nearly gone for 20 years without a word. He is attending at Forks High School around the same time as Bella Swan. The Cullens are eager to have him back into their family, but what happens when they see he is not the son/brother was before? Find out what happen to him and what can The Cullens do to bring him back.

11. The Envelop

The Envelop

The Cullen's Residence

Carlisle had to pull over to the side of the road as he made sure there weren't any vehicles on site. He and Esme had to forcefully spit out of the food they ate earlier ago. As a vampire, the taste was unbearable but had to endorse it to make it believable in front of the humans. Not an appetizing for a vampire, it's good that they both ate extraordinarily little. If they would have eaten the full meal, their digestive system would have spewed the contents out of their mouths on the spot, right in front of the humans. It would raise more suspicion on to them. After coughing the food out of their mouths, they got back to the vehicle before anyone else drives pass them.

"Oh, what a piece of junk they gave him!"

Esme exclaims distastefully. Carlisle shrugs while shifting the gear in drive.

"Coincidentally, that's Jackson's taste too."

She despises the truck. Not out of disproval from Jackson's enthusiasm, but because it was coincidental given by those pathetic despicable imposters. Esme can't get that voice out of her head, feeling like she is taunting her as it echoes around the walls of her skull. She now knows what the woman's voice sound like, Evelyn.

However, Esme is willing with the taunting, because deep within her is the beast, tapping its index finger on one of the bars from its cage. The tapping is symbolic of a clock ticking, patiently waiting for the right time to be released and chase after its prey. Esme will be the one who will end the woman for taking what's not hers, it's just a matter of time.

"Carlisle. What if he gets involved into an accident on his way?!" Esme alarmingly asked.

"He'll be fine, dearest. I'm sure he'll make it safely." He gently told her, wishing he could have brought Jasper along to aid him.

It was good that he made it on time before she would have taken him on the spot. He understands her love and protectiveness towards her children as he feels the same way, but she needs to understand that doing such drastic action like this would be disastrous results. The good thing she was able to see him after nearly twenty years or so. Hopefully, she'll be able to relax and follow the plan as they all agreed.

"What if there's a venomous spider in his room and will bite him?" Esme pushed on.

"I don't think a spider's poison will be no match against our very own. It will neutralize the poor arachnid upon contact on his skin." He gently reminded her.

"What if an asteroid hits in his room while his sleeping?! What if there's a wildfire near him-"

"Esme." He interjects. "Jackson is strong. You're sounding as if he's fragil-"

"He is fragile, Carlisle!" She exclaims. "He can get hurt anytime. I need to always be there for him, just like when I looked after him when he was a child."

Carlisle sighs and glances a disappointing look upon her. "Esme. What you nearly did was going to ruin everything we worked on. Not to mention, you were going to do it right in front of Charlie, the Chief of Police. What was your plan? Bring him over to our home with the police force behind our tail! Not to mention those thieves were going to track us down and takes us within."

Esme didn't say another word as she stares ahead of the road. She expresses a stoic look, allowing her husband's words sink into her head. Of course, he's not wrong, but she couldn't bear to wait any further to meet her child. Now that she was able to embrace him, she feels a huge relief that's been lifted off her shoulders. However, a twist of guilt raises upon her, bringing more trouble to her family out of selfishness is something she doesn't wish to come true.

"Your right… I'm sorry." She softly responded.

Carlisle sighs, he reaches one hand to grasp her hand, smoothing her with his thumb in comfort. "We will get him back, I promise. In time."

He pulls her hand near his lips and kisses the top of her knuckles. Esme smiles at him, appreciating his love and comfortable nature he gives to her. Carlisle and Esme sat in silence while continuing driving on the quite road. Allowing the peace and tranquility for a while, until the weather began to sprinkle on the windshield of the car.

Esme sighs, she finds this as a symbol of sadness and tears, a mothers' sorrowfulness. She hasn't felt this desponded feeling for a long time, ever since she lost her first born child from lung fever who only lived two days after birth. She was devastated, feeling no longer to have a reason to live. Esme jumped off a cliff to commit suicide, but miraculously survived, or barely. Her condition was so bad that doctors didn't even bother to revive her and brought her into the morgue. Carlisle was able to hear her heart faintly beating, so he was able to save her by turning her into a vampire. When she woke up, Esme was not bothered or upset at him for turning her, instead, the two fell in love and married.

Esme has a special place in her heart for Edward, as he was the first of her adoptive children. Soon, the rest of the children who joined into the family have become their surrogate children. She loves them all dearly and will do anything to be there for them. Esme is aware that each of their children went through a horrible experience in their last moments of their lives before becoming vampires, some with no choice. Jackson, on the other hand, was given a choice but both will end with death.

Come to think of it... Esme hasn't thought of this or any of the family has ever brought it up during last night's meeting. A dreadful feeling has begun to grow within her heart, she felt apprehensive as every minute passes by.

"Carlisle." She spoke.

"Yes, dear?"

"If Jackson is human once again... will his pneumonia return as well?" She finally asked.

Carlisle blinks in surprise as he's taken aback of her question. Something that he hasn't thought about it since everyone was seeking answers of Jackson's situation. He looks over to his wife, who expresses a distraught look on her face.

"I don't know..." Carlisle honestly answered.

"Do you think the venom will prevent it from ever returning?"

"Only time will tell, let's focus on getting him back, okay?" He gently asked her. Esme didn't respond, but only nodded, feeling unsure wether his real condition would return.

When they finally arrived at the house and parked the Mercedes in the driveway. Even though, they haven't stepped out of the vehicle yet, they can already hear the arguments happening inside the house. Specifically with the only three children in the family who constantly argue a lot. Nothing new to them as they have already gotten used to it.

"Everything would have been fine if you would have not told her about Jackson's dream of her!" Edward scolded.

"Like I said! She deserves the whole truth! Everything will be fine, so shut up and stop fretting!" Rosalie exasperated.

"Maybe in the future, you need to learn to reserve some information and think of the consequences!" said Alice.

Carlisle and Esme released a heavy sigh while rolling their eyes. It seems they've been bickering for a while since they haven't yet picked up on their hearing of their arrival. It's always between Edward and Rosalie who argue a lot to each other throughout their time as siblings. Sometimes, Alice steps in to be on Edward's side and goes against anything that Rosalie opposes. Carlisle concludes that Alice hasn't received a vision of their arrival without any trouble so far, she must have been distracted of this argument.

"It's best to go inside, before they break any of the furniture." Carlisle suggested.

"I agree."

They both immediately stepped out of the vehicle and made their way to the front door. As expected, the three are arguing near the stair way. Edward is sitting down on the steps of the stairs, a displeased look on his face. Alice is standing next to Edward while having her arms crossed and pouting at her eldest sister. Rosalie stood in front of them with her hands on her hips, scowling at the duo. Emmett is sitting on the sofa while playing his game console and Jasper sat right next to him, not participating but watching him play. The two chose not to be involve in the argument as they've found it tiring between the three throughout the day.

Carlisle gets everyone's attention by clearing his throat. Rosalie looks over to see it was just them without Jackson behind. A pleasing smile spreads across her face as she turns to Alice and Edward with her arms crossed.

"Ha! See, everything worked out just fine. Now shut up you two!" Rosalie walks over to Esme, not waiting for a response from either two. She reaches over and grabs hold of her hands. "How did it go? Do you feel better?" She gently asked.

Esme closes her eyes and sighs, before opening them. "I would prefer to have him here with us, his family. But I do admit that it felt wonderful to see him." She fondly smiled.

"Is that his jacket?!" Rosalie asked as Esme nodded. "May I?"

Esme happily obliged as she removed the jacket off her shoulders and hands it over to her. Rosalie gracefully hugs it to herself, taking a deep breath of his scent. She gazes over at Esme, expressing a bemused look. "How did you get it?"

Esme chuckles. "Jackson kindly offered it to me when I arrived all soaking wet. I tried to give it back to him, but he insisted that I can keep it. Still thinking about me not catching a cold."

Rosalie's face softens. "Even if he hasn't gotten his memory back, he's still the sweet and kind loving boy that we've know."

"Indeed."

"What exactly happened? Alice couldn't see anything else after you've arrived at the diner." Edward asked towards Carlisle.

"Well… Charlie invited us to join him for dinner, with Bella and Jackson. But I prefer a brief of everything what happened at school with your brother." He head-gestures towards the living room. "Shall we…"

The trio nodded as they gathered with the rest of the others in the living room. Emmett paused his game as he scooted over some space for his wife to sit next to him. Alice happily jumped on Jasper's lap and locked her arms around his neck as they both cuddled. Edward and Esme sat next to each other on the opposite of the duo couple while Carlisle stood next center.

"Edward, you may proceed."

Edward explains everything from his perspective, then the others joined in to explain their own encounters with Jackson. They explained that Jackson has recovered his hearing sensitivity, or shall we say his vampire hearing. Carlisle is slightly shock of this detail; he was not expecting for him to regain one of his vampire features within a day. He is beginning to grow deeply worried that the venom is progressively spreading quicker than expected, who knows what he'll gain tomorrow or the following.

Just as they all agreed, none of them ever mentioned the forest incident. They don't want Carlisle to be more upset with her as he's already slightly disappointed. Esme glances at each of them with a loving smile. Without any words, they knew this is her way saying thank you, except Edward, who she gazes at him.

'Thank you! And I love you all in the bottom of my heart.' Edward nodded.

Edward and Alice then gone ahead to explain the Biology incident with Jackson nearly losing control of his hunger. Alice explains that she can also hear the blood running through his veins as the growling beast within him is craving to escape from the cage. She went on that he nearly destroyed the edge of the lab table before Edward pulled his hand away and offered his wrist to compress his strength on to him. After giving him the smoothie, Edward says that it took him a recollection of his past when he drank a smoothie for the first time with Carlisle and Esme in the picture.

Esme expresses a gleeful smile, she's thankful that Edward's idea did work as this is a huge step forward. Carlisle, on the other hand, expresses a wary look on to his eyes. It's no wonder Jackson's reaction of seeing him were bewildered. Thankfully, everything turned out to be okay and he's forever grateful nothing horrible happened.

"Did Bella see everything?" Carlisle asked.

Edward sighs. "Yes... And I can't read her mind."

Carlisle blinks in surprise, gazes at him with curiosity. "You can't read her?"

"No, and I don't know why I can't read her thoughts. I find it very frustrating!" Edward exasperates.

"What I find it frustrating is that you knew this beforehand and never brought it up! Now we have a human witness that we must deal with!" Rosalie snapped at him with a deep frown.

"Rosalie, that's enough." Carlisle chided. "What's done is done, she never brought it up at the diner nor mentioned it to her father. Let's keep it that way, she might think it's part of his condition."

"That's what I said…" Emmett mumbled, earning an elbow strike from his wife. He chuckles, not even bothered from the pain.

"I can't see Jackson when his at school. I know I can't see him when he's over the Treaty Line with the shapeshifter's territory, but when he's at school it's the same thing. I think it's her that's causing it because she's always with him. I mean they both have the same classes, right?" said Alice.

Carlisle hums as he scratches his chin, noting this bit of information. "She's a shield." He whispered.

"That can't be possible. I can feel and change her emotions." said Jasper, raising his eyebrows.

"Physically emotion... Yes. But not mentally." Carlisle said. "She's a mental shield that blocks all kinds of psychic powers that invade her mind, it is a supernatural force-field. It's so rare to find one, especially from a human. Fascinating!" He explains with amusement, he quite enjoys new knowledge of their world.

"This is so vexing!" Alice exasperated, throwing herself on the couch from her husband's lap as she ran her hands through her hair. She is so used of seeing everyone's future that she wants it her way, but this is the only one that she can't do nothing.

Carlisle nodded. "Why don't you try and see into her future right now, Alice?"

Alice closes her eyes for a moment to see into Bella's future. As expected, she can only see nothing but blanks with a few spots. Those spots don't have a clear image as they seen but blurry. "Nothing. I can't see her future..."

"Now try Jackson?" Carlisle asked. He believes that Alice is wrong about Bella blocking her vision of Jackson's future due to being near him, truthfully, she made her decision to be with him.

Alice huffs in annoyance as she once again closes her eyes. "I already told you... I can't see him when he's over ther-" She stops talking, before opening her eyes. She sits up with a beaming smile on her face and gazes over at her family. "He's at the library!"

Edward chuckles. "I knew it... He's that eager to know."

"I assume he received the envelop in his locker?" Carlisle asked.

"Yes. He's curiosity got the best of him." Edward said.

"I doubt that library will have the source that he'll be looking for." said Jasper.

"His family's company pin will help him." Edward reassured.

"Excellent! Everything is going as planned." Carlisle feels with genuine hope. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, so far, when we met him and got to have an enjoyable conversation. We only learned that back in Canada, George worked as a timber and Evelyn worked in a pharmaceutical office. Which I find that interesting, but like Alice said last night, they might be lying." Emmett explains.

"Or perhaps that's her source where she gets the pills, of course, not from a legit pharmaceutical office." said Edward.

"Correct." Carlisle then crosses his arms over his chest, skeptically looking at Emmett. "Anything else... that I should know?"

Emmett shrugs his shoulders. "That's all we were able to find."

"Really? Then perhaps you'll able to shed some light on why I received a call from Principal Greene, explaining me that my two boys were throwing eggs at students during Coach Clapps's class." Carlisle asked, now with a stern look.

Emmett and Jasper grin, they were expecting this question from their father figure. Of course, it isn't the first time they've done this, but Carlisle and Esme still have parental instincts to scold them of their misbehavior... well mostly Emmett. This is one of the rare things that Jasper has done as he's mostly with Alice, trying his best not to lose control of his thirst for blood.

Esme stood up from the sofa with her hands on her hips, scowling at them. "You boys did what?!"

Emmett clears his throat. "First of all, Jasper had nothing to do with it. Second, I may have brought the eggs, but I wasn't the one who threw them at Eric and Jessica."

Rosalie smacks his chest. "Even with his memory wiped, you still have the audacity to be a bad influence with Little Jacky!"

"What... it was just a little fun." Emmett spoke like an innocent child.

"Why did Jackson throw eggs at Eric and Jessica?" Alice asked.

"Actually, Jackson only threw eggs at Eric for taking creepy photos at Bella. And Bella was the one who threw an egg at Jessica for tripping her during running around the track... rivalry against each other for Jackson." Jasper further explains.

"Gosh! I wish I should have gone with you folks..." Alice bemoans.

"Either way... From now on, please refrain yourself from putting your brother in trouble." Carlisle spoke with a disappointed tone while shaking his head.

"That's why I took the blame."

Carlisle sighs. "On to the last part, the pills! Did you two manage to grab a few?"

Edward nodded as he dug into his pocket to pulled out the bag and hands it to Esme. She then walks over and stands near her husband, giving him the bag. Carlisle raises it to observe it closely, his suspicious were correct, these do not look like your typical average prescription pills given by a doctor. They look nearly identical to the nitroglycerin, but they don't have the markings and looked a little immense. Before Carlisle was about to open the bag, he notices his children covering their noses and stopped breathing. Although, they can live without breathing, they still prefer not to have that chemical scent in their nostrils.

"That bad?" Carlisle asked.

Everyone didn't say anything but responded by nodding their heads. Carlisle and Esme gazed at each other with worried of what they are about to find out. He opened the bag for about a quarter but stopped, he immediately closed it once he felt the wave of strong chemicals hit his nostrils. Carlisle pushed the bag away from him as he scrunched his nose in disgust. He was able to compose himself where he stood, but Esme had a different reaction. She jumped away from her position until she hit her back against the steel column. She scrunched her nose while hissing in disgust, baring her teeth in anger.

"Oh my! Jackson is swallowing those pills?!" Esme shrieked.

"I can definitely smell there is some sulfur." said Carlisle. He couldn't believe these animals were giving him poisonous pills. He believes this is a way to fight against the venom but seems to be working minimum effect. Which is why they are keeping an eye on to their son.

"Carlisle. You must reconsider for him to continue taking those pills. This is not good for him!" Esme said. She cautiously approaches to stand next him, due to the bag still in his possession, but with beg look on to her eyes.

"I need to run some test first. Know exactly what else they are giving him." He said, still trying to exhale air through his nose to remove the scent.

"I'll help you." said Edward.

"Very well, we can do this in my office with closed doors."

Carlisle's office is not just like any other simple office. He's room was designed with soundproof walls in case he has guest over or one of his children who wants to talk to him privately without overhearing them. It is also a neutral pressure room that typically exhaust contaminated air to the outside of the room. This would prevent the toxic order to spread around the house.

"If that is all for this briefing, then this meeting is dismissed. Continue working on getting close to your brother and hope for the best he'll find the answers he's seeking. Esme, you'll continue to make more mixed drinks with blood. That's it for Tongi-"

"No!" Rosalie interrupted with a deep frown, she swiftly stood up with the jacket still in her possession. "There's still one more thing we need to discuss."

"Go on..."

"Isabella Marie Swan. What do we do about this girl? She's going to be a problem if she continues to hang around with him and will complicate everything we worked on! Eventually, she will figure out who we really are and that would put us in danger." Rosalie said, barely hiding her disdain tone towards the girl.

Carlisle and Esme gaze at each other, they both knew that Rosalie is right. It is another conflict they will have to deal with while helping to bring their son's memory back, trying to uncover whoever the people that took him, and what they have done to him. However, back at the diner, they witnessed something they were not expecting it but cherished it every minute of their immortal lives. Something that one day, it will be a fulfillment in favor for their first son, Edward.

Carlisle and Esme nodded, they both been together for nearly a century that they don't need to say a word to each other as they can read their expressions and body languages. Carlisle gazes over at Rosalie, who still has a scowl look on her face. He expresses a sympathy look; Rosalie has always been looking out for Jackson throughout their time together to which they are both incredibly grateful. However, in this case, she will need to let go.

"Rosalie..." Carlisle starts slowly. "We believe we're going to leave this on Jackson's decision."

"What?!" Rosalie exclaimed in shock. Her jaw dropped in horror as her eyes widen in disbelief.

"Yes!" Alice exclaims happily as she claps her hands. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Rosalie ignores Alice's victory cheer as she zapped her way to stand in front of Esme. Throwing the jacket over her shoulder as she's holding Esme's hands. Hoping she'll be able to reason with her with how disastrous this can be.

"Esme! You have to understand they are not soulmates! It is just mere puppy love between two teenagers." She begs her, firmly holding her hands.

"Perhaps… but Rosalie, you should have seen him." Esme smiles fondly. "He seems so happy and full joyfulness with this girl. I have never seen your brother been this happy throughout his life." She then turns to Edward. "Something that Carlisle and I dearly wish to see this happen to you, Edward."

"I just want to focus on getting our brother back."

Edward lowly responded as he adverted his eyes on the floor, his expression is unreadable, but Esme knows her children very well.

Ever since she met him and became her adoptive son, Edward has always been feeling isolated to which led him being loneliness and longing for connection. He rarely spoke with her or Carlisle whenever he's at home or sometimes he went out to clear his head. However, that all change when Jackson came in under their roof and Edward took the responsibility of becoming his ideal brother. He always kept a close eye on him, mentoring and providing support. The two have become remarkably close, even being called best friends. When Jackson was turned to being a vampire, their brotherly bond grew closer, they were never separated, due to both having not found their soulmates. They always found ways to kill time while the rest of their siblings did things on their own with their soulmates. Sadly, Edward went back to old ways after Jackson disappeared. It was significant impact for everyone in the family, including The Denali's.

"The more she spends time with him, the more she'll find out about our true nature! We can't allow this to continue!" Rosalie argues, directly to Carlisle, frustrated that no one is on her side, especially Edward, who can attack at this girl anytime. Leaving her more annoyed.

"Then we are going to make sure to act normal around her when we're with Jackson. Once he gets his memory back and doesn't see her as his soulmate, he can use his ability to wipe her memories from ever meeting him or the rest of us." Carlisle pitched in.

"That's if he can manage to bypass her shield..." Edward mumbled, feeling doubt that Jackson's ability will be able to penetrate her mind.

"Please, Rosalie! Can you let this one thing go... for Jackson's happiness." Esme begged.

"I made a promise, Esme. Long time ago, I would be the one to look after him since the day I found- No! When I rescued him from those criminal scumbags that tried to drown him near Lower Falls Parks and brought him to you. I made that promise!" Rosalie shot back in anger.

Esme expresses a loving kind smile, never forgetting the moment Rosalie saved and brought him home. She was devastated when she couldn't find him in his own home. She's forever grateful what she has done. Esme reaches out to her, holding her face gently while caressing her face. "You will always still look after him, Rosalie. Just as he would do the same thing for you, but please Rosalie, can you do this one thing for him... or at least for me. I want our family to expand."

Rosalie closes her eyes and bites the bottom of her lip. The frustration has already gotten to her peak but refuses to let it out on to her mother. She knows she can't win this argument with Esme.

"Fine! I won't interfere their... friendship." Rosalie curled her lip in disgust of that word coming out of her mouth.

"Thank you, Rosalie!"

"But!" She raises her finger. "If she ever breaks his heart, then I will snap her neck and hide her body deep within the forest where nobody will find her."

"You will do no such thing!" Carlisle firmly tells her, expressing a disapproving look upon his face. "If that ever happens, then we'll be there for your brother in moral support as a family. Otherwise, Bella is off limits... am I clear?" Carlisle looks sternly at each of their children who responded with nod in agreement. Alice crosses her arms, glaring at her eldest sister, showing full commitment to protect Bella at all costs from any danger, especially from Rosalie. The small immortal girl has become infatuated with the human girl.

Esme gently reaches over to take away the jacket from Rosalie's shoulder, slowly beginning to fold it neatly. "Everything will be fine Rosalie. We just have to-"

CLAT...

Esme and Rosalie simultaneously looked down at the floor to see an object that had been dropped right in between them, it fell out from the jacket. Observing it closely, it's a box but not just any box, it's a box of condoms. The two immortal women gasped in shock of this revelation. If their blood wouldn't be frozen in death, they would be heavily blushing right now. Carlisle and Edward also grimaced as they are nearby, the uncomfortable feeling crept on the back of their necks. The idea that their beloved family member in the future would persue a sexual act with this girl, Bella. Especially coming from Jackson, like Edward, will be willing to wait after marriage. That makes Edward and Jackson the only duo who are virgins from the rest of the Cullens. Something that Emmett dearly loves to tease either of them.

"Jackson Nelson Cullen!"

Esme chastises as she kneels to pick up the box and look closely at it. To her dismay, it looks brand new, he must have bought them not long ago. No! This isn't Jackson, someone must have bought this for him. Was it that fraudulent father, George, who's putting him those ideas into his head. Is he persuading her dear boy to commit unforgivable sin before marriage. They may be over a hundred years old and living in the twenty first century, but they still value the old ways of marriage as it is importantly to Carlisle and Esme.

'George… or whatever your real name is, your next once I'm done with your wife, you pig!' Esme thought.

Alice peaks her head around the corner. Giving an amused look on to her face as the corner of her lip curled upward. Now, she should have seen this, but sometimes surprises can be quite entertaining without any spoilers or hints.

"Oh wow! Now… I know our dear little brother is thirsty for blood, but I never knew he was looking forward to pop someone's cherry-"

"Alice!"

Esme snaps her finger and points at her, glaring her with a warning to not finish that sentence. Rosalie also mirrors Esme's reaction, scowling and baring her teeth at her. She also does not approve of this, but Alice isn't bothered by it. She walks backwards to sit next to Jasper while stiffing her laughter.

"Do you still want to leave it on Jackson's decision, or should we rebuke?" Rosalie asked.

"My word still stands, Rosalie, but this is unacceptable! This is not Jackson! It must be that pathetic man, George, giving him these ideas!" Esme takes a deep breath to calm herself. "I'm going to have a conversation with your brother about this."

"Please go easy on him, Dearest." said Carlisle.

"I know!"

'Looks like you're going to be in trouble, big brother. It's only a matter of a few seconds before your dear wife will find out who they really belong to.' Jasper thought.

Edward looks over to him, frowning his eyebrows in question. Jasper has a smirk look on his face, he wasn't looking over at the awkward situation but gazing over at Emmett. Edward doesn't need to read his brother's mind as he finally put the two pieces of the puzzle together. Emmett expresses a horrifying look on his face, his eyes are wide open, fixated on the box of condoms. Obviously, Emmett is still influencing his little brother with minor bad decisions, typical of him.

'Damnit Jackson! Why did you had to fuck this up, brother!' Emmett thought. Although, the realization hit him when he mentally spoke aloud. He turns to Edward with a daring glare while pointing a finger at him. 'You keep your mouth shut, tattle tale boy!'

Edward response with a shrug while grinning, in fact, he won't say anything at all. Jasper's right, Rosalie will eventually find out and he'll let the chips fall. Alice also put the two together as she smiles widely, she kept her mouth shut but hugged her legs in anticipation.

"Wait a minute..." Rosalie mumbles. She takes the box of condoms and begins to sniff.

'Bingo!'

Obviously, Rosalie smells Jackson's scent on it, along now with Esme's, but there's someone's else scent. Now, this one is something that she would have find it… familiarly. Rosalie can also smell the cool water cologne that no human can catch that scent, not even professionals. Nevertheless, this same cologne is something that she would have bought it for-

"Emmett!"

Rosalie shrieked in rage as she immediately turned around to find the same sofa where she once sat with her husband to be empty. It wasn't long to spot him outside the patio balcony deck, readying his foot on top of the rail. Emmett looks over his shoulder, nervously laughing while smiling weakly.

"Hey, babe! I'll be right back! I'm just going to go hunt."

"These are yours! You gave it to Jackson during last period. Are you trying to piss me off? Well, congratulations, you've accomplished it!"

Rosalie threw the box on the ground as she unclipped her expensive heels and pushes them aside. Flexing her fingers then crackling her knuckles, never leaving the death glare on to him. This is his cue that he needed to leave, now.

"I'll see you soon, bye!"

"Get back here!"

Emmett jumped over the railing into the dark wilderness. Rosalie chases after him, jumping over the sofa and speeds off to the deck as she dives over the railing. Leaving Carlisle and Esme, shaking their heads in disapproval, but Alice and Edward were cackling while Jasper only smiled along with them. His smile though, didn't last long when he gazes up at Esme, who's giving him a stern look with her arms crossed.

"Jasper. Did you know all along it was your brother who gave him those condoms?"

"Yes… but it wasn't my idea." Jasper answered with calm.

"You know how much we don't approve of this kind of behavior passed on towards Jackson." Said Carlisle, keeping his voice gentle, but there's still a disappointment tone on the edge.

"I know… But as usual, Rosalie would have found out as always. Besides, it was funny." Jasper added with a shrug.

Esme sighs while rolling her eyes. It always must be teenagers that she'll have to deal with, but that is what she has come to accept, and she loves them. She once again kneels to pick up the box and walks over to him to hand them over.

"Get rid of it, please."

"Yes, Ma."

Jasper stood up and walks over to the chimney. He knew that Emmett would've come across with them near the bin and hand them over to Jackson again. The only way to dispose of the box is to burn them, but then again, he can buy them. But now Rosalie will be on to him, and he doesn't know what she has up on her sleeve once she catches him.

"Alice, would you be a dear to help me prepare the next smoothie for your brother?"

"Of course! What will be next on the menu?"

"Blue berry."

"Splendid!"

Alice happily and excitedly stood up as she followed Esme to the kitchen. Sometimes, it's a slightly lack of confidence from Esme, who sometimes doubts herself when losing her taste while cooking. Rosalie is her taste tester and second opinion whether she's doing the correct way. However, Rosalie is busy chasing her husband to discipline him, but she still has Alice, who she hasn't lost her taste.

"Put double blood bags this time, love. I want to advance his diet as soon as possible. I take this with precautionary measure." added Carlisle.

"Of course."

"Shall we, Edward."

Carlisle then signals Edward to follow him while the holding the bag of pills. Edward nodded as he stood up, his curiosity got the peak of him. What sort of herbs or chemicals they are using to keep Jackson under control.

"Please make sure to keep the door sealed, love. I don't want any of that disgusting scent spoiling our taste and smell while making the smoothie." said Esme.

"We won't be out until we find the source they are using. We'll make sure to eliminate any contamination before leaving my office." Carlisle reassures her.

"Thank you, Dear. Shall we, Alice."

"Mm-hmm, after you."

Esme takes the blue berry bags out of the freezer, while Alice helps to take out two deer blood bags along with the milk from the fridge. The blender is settled on the kitchen isle as well as the rest of the ingredients.

"I wonder if Chief Swan approves of Jackson being with Bella?" Alice asked with curiosity in her eyes.

"He looks content to see his daughter being happy from what I've seen. Plus, he gave him his number in case of an emergency. I'm sure Chief Swan has taken a keen liking at Jackson." Esme explained. Indeed, Charlie seems to approve Jackson on the spot. Her boy always carries a comfortable and gentle atmosphere, that people want to hang around with.

The Swan's Residence

After a good warm shower, Bella walked back into the living room to be welcome by Charlie sitting on the single sofa with a beer on his hand while watching TV. He was the first to arrive after having dinner with The Cullens and Desmond, he plopped on to the sofa before turning the TV on. A usual routine that Bella knows, he doesn't bother to take a vacation or a day off to the city as he finds it more peaceful and relaxing here at the house. Bella wishes he'll be able to find another partner before she graduates. She doesn't want to leave him alone again and wants someone else to be there and take loving care of him.

"So... what's the verdict?"

Bella asked, resting her elbows on top of the couch. Back at the diner, she knows everything went well, aside from the unexpecting and awkwardness of the arrival of Dr. And Mrs. Cullen but hoped that her father approves of Desmond.

"Uhm, what do you mean?" Charlie asked, frowning his eyebrows in confusion.

"Desmond. What's your verdict on him?" She once again asked impatient as her heartbeat increased of anticipation.

"Oh! Yeah, I told you... I like him! Desmond seems like a good kid and doesn't seem like a troublemaker." He responds with enthusiasm. "You're okay with me hanging out with him?"

Bella asked as she sat down on the sofa next to him. She desperately needed to have closure and hear the words out of his mouth. She wants to make sure that everything will be fine from here on out between Desmond and Charlie.

"I don't see why not. If you're going to hang out with him, make sure to keep an eye out on him for his condition. Give me a call for me if you need help." He took a sip from his beer. "You should have given me a heads up about everything before dinner. I didn't think his illness is that serious."

"You didn't ask further."

"Well... Obviously, I don't like meddling into other people's life, but since he's going to be part of your life, then yeah now I am."

'There it is!' Bella thought, beaming at her father.

"Thanks, Dad!" She pecked him on his cheek.

"No problem, sweety. I'm glad you finally found happiness while staying here with your old man."

"Oh, stop it! You're not old. All you need to do is get up and go out more often, just like your younger years." Bella suggested with a teasing smirk.

Charlie chuckles. "I'm beyond that, kiddo."

"Okay, well... I'm going to bed."

"Hold on a second. Did Desmond ever talk about his parents? Or mentioned them by any chance?" Charlie asked with curiosity.

"Uhm, he only talked about them briefly. He somewhat gets along with his Dad, but his Mom is overprotective and very controlling. He's not fond of that idea."

Charlie nodded. "Overprotective is understandable because of his condition, but controlling a teenager is a recipe for disaster."

Bella tilts her head. "Oh yeah, how so?"

Charlie quirked his eyebrow. "I was once a teenager, Bella. Your grandpa was a hell of a strict man from his time. Damn old man wouldn't shut up whenever he scolds me or remind me about responsibilities. I was annoyed with the things I wasn't allowed to do at your age, so I rebelled a lot."

"Wow, I didn't know papa was like that with you. How come I've never seen that when I visited here as a child?"

Charlie sighs, he had the same question as to why his father never showed any strictness towards Bella. It took him a while to figure out, but it something that he learned to pass it over to Bella, for one she'll be able to understand.

"Your grandpa didn't want to make the same mistakes." He firmly told her. "He wanted you to grow up happy."

"Is that why you don't hover around?" Bella asked, now understanding why Charlie doesn't get involve in her life choices.

"Don't get me wrong, Bella, I am very protective of you. You're my only daughter and I want to make sure the decisions you make are best for you. Sure, you'll make mistakes, but that is part of life, and you'll learned from them. But your still young and I want you to have fun while you're at it... Just make sure you tread lightly."

Bella instantly wrapped her arms around his neck, she has never in a million years seen her father openly to her like that. She always assumed that her father is uncomfortable to speak openly about his feelings. Mostly learning it from grandfather to keep it within themselves. But now, here he is yearning to connect with her until graduation. Bella finds it really special, and she will give it to him. The daughter that he has dearly missed all those years ago. She will also never used his words as a weapon to attack him.

"Thank you so much for everything what you are doing, Dad." She whispered to his ear. "Really. I mean it!"

Charlie gracefully wrapped his arms around her, digging his face on to her neck, not bothered with her wet hair on the way as she recently showered. He is desperately trying to fight back the tears as he didn't want to show weakness. This is what he always wanted whenever he came home from work, to see his own daughter welcoming him while calling him Dad.

"You're welcome, sweety. I love you."

"I love you too, Dad."

"Okay then… get some sleep."

Once they separated within each other, Charlie wiped his tears away before she notices. Of course, Bella did see but chose to keep it to herself, she gives him a loving smile. She didn't want to make him more uncomfortable as he already is.

"Goodnight, Dad"

"Night, Bella. I'll see you in the morning."

Bella went upstairs to her bedroom, but before entering, she first stops by the bathroom to take out and apply rapid rash cream below her elbows. All thanks to Jessica Stanley, it's going to take at least three days to heal, but for now, Bella needs to endure the pain.

Upon entering her bedroom, she closes the door behind her and plopped down on the bed. Taking a deep breath, having the tingling sensation of butterflies around her stomach. Ready to take the next chapter of her life. Within two days, she has fallen head over heels of this boy, Desmond Conolly. Although, she knows there's a competitor out there, Jessica. From now on, Bella needs to be aware of her surroundings while attending to school, because this bitch will do whatever she can, just to get Desmond. She needs to keep that in her mind.

However, there's another thing that sunk into her head, something that she cannot let this one slide, The Cullens. The mere coincidence that all of them introduced themselves today after he arrived yesterday. It is a sign of desperation to meet him, but deep down, Bella knows that they're hiding something and she's going to find out.

Bella then grabs her notebook and starts writing down all the strange and questionable events that happened around Desmond.

Firstly, Alice changed her class in the last minute to be with Desmond. Although Bella did get along with her, she seems so energetic and friendly. Something that she can tolerate than Jessica. But the moment Desmond had his chest pain attacks, that's when things went shocking and bewilderment. The incredible strength that he was able to crack the edge of the table, which he said it's one of his new symptoms. The other thing is Edward and Alice bringing a smoothie to help him control his pain and sore throat is almost a calculating and coincidental timing. Though, it helped him than his medicine pills, to which Bella is forever grateful. Bella will excuse Emmett and Jasper, since they were ditching, she won't lie, it felt sweet revenge after what she has done to her. Besides, like Alice, they both liked her too and enjoyed her company. Edward is still distant from her and nearly ignoring. Rosalie is also not fond of her either.

Secondly, she hasn't forgotten how Desmond was able to manipulate Mr. Varner on the first day. Bella is not going to lie, but she wishes to see him do it again, just out of fun and curiosity.

Lastly, Dr. and Mrs. Cullen, they the most beautiful couple that she has ever seen in her life, just like their children. The shocking thing about them, they still look so young, like they are still attending out of college. How is it possible that they were able to adopt at such an early age. Especially, when their kids are a few years younger than them, it doesn't make any sense. When they arrived unexpectedly at the diner, they had the most awkward, yet heartwarming interaction with Desmond. Esme is the only one who's shown so much affection towards him, like she already knew who he was, and Desmond expressed a shocking look as if he has seen a ghost. Dr. Cullen's interaction with him was natural, but still, he has shown to be affectionate at him.

'What exactly do they want with Desmond?' She mentally asked herself.

Bella puts the notebook down and lays down on the bed. She reaches out to grab her phone by the bedside table. She decided to text Desmond, making sure he arrived safely at home due to the rain. And, because she wants to make sure to comfort him in case he had another argument with Evelyn. Bella did catch a glimpse on his phone back at the diner on which she called him, and he did not seem happy, more so annoyed.

Bella: Hey Dez, just wanted to make sure you arrived home safe?

She sets the phone down, hoping he will respond positively without any issues with Evelyn. Come to think of it, Bella is nervous to meet them, Desmond is going to the Forks Street Festival this Saturday, will they be attending as well? If so, she needs to be prepared for whatever chaos they throw at her, mostly from Evelyn. Her phone buzzed; she received a message from him as she eagerly opened her phone.

Desmond: Nah! I didn't go home, I stopped by at the public library first. But don't worry, I'm safe.

Bella peaked her head to check the clock, it's 8:34. The library should be closing within less than thirty minutes. What's he doing there at this hour? Unless he's trying to test Evelyn's patience, it's reckless, but she likes it.

Bella: Testing your limit?

Desmond: Maybe…

Bella: Lol! Okay, so what are you doing at the library at this time?

Desmond: Just doing some research.

Bella: For school? At this hour?

Desmond: Something like that…

Bella blinks in surprise at his response, he's keeping it vague. She knows whatever he's doing is his business, but curiosity always gets the better of her. Desmond isn't the type of person to be doing research, she knows he likes novels but doing some kind of research project for school. That isn't like him, and she knows there's no such thing as a research project on any of the classes they are together.

What are you hiding Desmond Conolly?

Forks Public Library – Desmond Conolly's POV

Just as expected, this library doesn't have many sources of history as I previously thought. They do have thorough history of their own town, but nothing about the mysterious pin or the picture of the child and the woman. So, I was able to get a few DK Encyclopedia books of Military Patches/Pins, and Company Pins dating back from 1800's to 2000's. That may be able to help me start looking through first. Thankfully, these books come with photograph details with a description right next to it. When I arrived at the public library, I began to dig through this encyclopedia books before they closed, since most of these books in this library are fictional novels that many people prefer to read them in their spare time.

As I got done with the military pins and patches book, I quickly began with the company pins while holding this mysterious pin on my other hand; N.M.C. While I was at it, I received a message from Bella. She was nice enough to ask me if I have arrived home safely, such a caring and sweet girl. Of course, I told her I'm at the library, since I do have liberty on my own, and wasn't ready to head back home. Bella was curious to ask me why I was there so late. I vaguely answered her half the truth, not because I don't trust her, more so because I don't want her to think I'm lunatic. Some random individual leaving me clues to find out about my past, to which I did coincidentally have a dream.

Should I let her be involved on this mystery? No, I don't want her to get in trouble for something that involves around me, but maybe she could be helpful. While I was flipping through the pages, I couldn't fathom a feeling that I've been meaning to get it out of my chest, it something to do with Carlisle and Esme. Truthfully, I've already miss them, even though it's only been more than an hour since I've last seen them. The way they carried our conversation and the affection they showed towards me was very appreciatively and lovingly. I can't wait to meet them again this Saturday at the Street Festival, another reason to show up than applying a job.

I stopped and froze when I came across with the page section that read; Companies of 1890's. One of the pictures, stood out identical to the one that I possessed on the palm of my hand. It's a silver pin with a cross shovel and mining pickaxe with the letters; N.M.C. This is the one! This is the same one that was left inside the envelope in my locker. I quickly shook my head as I gazed over to the description.

Nelson Mining Company (N.M.C.)

Established in 1893 at Rochester, NY. Originally owned by Arthur Nelson, who moved in from London, England with his wife, Amelia Nelson, and his first-born son, Henry Nelson. The mining company produced gravel, crushed stones, and salt. Nelson Mining Company has boosted the economy in upstate New York. Helping plenty of citizens to build homes around Rochester. The Nelson Family have settled a mansion with a substantial portion of private land, deep within the forest South of Rochester near Hemlock Lake.

In 1911, Arthur passed away with a deadly infection and the rightful owner title was passed on to his son, Henry, at the age of 18. He soon met a woman, named Lora Jefferson, and married her in 1920. In late 1924, Henry Wilson was tragically killed in a mining accident while inspecting the site. The Nelson Mining Company was then defunct after other rivals have taken over. After his death, Henry's Will is said to give all assets, including The Nelson Mansion, to his unborn child, Jackson Nelson.

'Jackson?! That's the name I keep hearing from my dream and vision! But what does Carlisle and Esme have anything to do with them being in the picture?'

I looked at the photograph once again, seeing without a doubt this is Jackson Nelson. The woman is presumably to be Lora Nelson, Jackson's Mother. Sadly, this is only a brief history of the company's name. I could go back to the shelves and look for more sources about The Nelson Family. But I don't have enough time, I have about thirty minutes before the library closes their doors. However, I'm not interested about the whole family, but I want to know what happened to Jackson Nelson, and what does he have to do with me. There's only one way to find out quick, The Internet.

Before going to the computers section, I grabbed the book and headed to a nearby All-In-One printer. I scanned the whole page and made a copy to myself, I then placed the books back to their respected isle section. Once that was done, I quickly moved in to take a seat in one of their newly Windows XP desktop computers. Wish I had laptop in my room, but Evelyn strictly forbids me from ever getting one. She doesn't want me to be on the internet a lot, saying it's bad for my mentality to not be corrupt like the rest of the kids. Pathetic!

Once booting the computer up, I opened the Internet Explorer and made a beeline towards Google, which is the easiest web search in my opinion. I typed in Nelson Mining Company, Jackson Nelson.

To my disappointment, there weren't enough information about the company or Jackson Nelson. Most of the sources have explained the similar background history like the book, but with slightly further information that I didn't find it helpful. It's most likely, The Nelson Company was not a huge name across the country and was left as a ghost name.

However, I did come across a website that I have never thought would consider trustworthy of source, but I gave it a shot, out of curiosity. Upon opening the website, I was met with an interesting title 'What Really Happened to Jackson Nelson?'. I then realized this is a paranormal investigation site run by one individual of the name, Abby Morgan. The young paranormal investigator does have an enormous number of followers along with honest reviews as she does have compelling evidence from each case she investigates. So, I began to read in, and this is what follows:

What Really Happened to Jackson Nelson?

I didn't want to write this case on to my website, but I couldn't fathom how to let it go. Let me explain, I was staying at the Hilton Garden Inn at Downtown Rochester, it was once known as The Hotel Eggleston. I was following an unsolved murder case that happened at this exact hotel where I booked in. Royce King II, the last bloodline member of The King Family, was found dead along with two guards in this same hotel in 1933. Royce's friends were also killed a couple of days before his death. Their autopsies led to even more bizarre findings; all the bodies had severe internal injuries, caused by an undetermined force. Like that of a serious car accident. At that time, much speculation arose from these puzzling events. Some theories include a group of criminal thugs that killed him for money, but the most popular one that I've been hearing is the revenge of his Ghost Bride.

It's become a myth, and I couldn't find any compelling evidence, so I gave up, and wanted to head back home. But I stopped myself when I heard the folks constantly talking about the abandoned mansion that was left at South of Rochester near Hemlock Lake. The Nelson Mansion, people talk about that there's still one mysterious person that owns that mansion, but nobody has ever seen this individual near it. It piqued my interest, I decided to dig in further of who The Nelsons were, and who was the last person that owned the mansion.

Jackson Nelson was born on October 20th, 1925, in Rochester, NY, with his widowed mother, Lora Nelson. He was the last member in the bloodline of The Nelson Family. The Nelsons were known to be the second richest family in upstate New York, alongside with The King Family. The family used to own The Nelson Mining Company, but defunct, after a freak accident happened that claimed the life of Henry Nelson, Jackson's father, in 1924. Jackson and his mother lived peacefully together while living in the mansion, but sadly, Lora died in 1932 with terminal illness. Leaving Jackson with no guardian, but a Judge passed legal guardianship under Lora's Mother, Olivia Jefferson. Now, I read that this old hag was a nasty person to not even be called a human being. At that time, people have witness Olivia mistreating Jackson out in public but were afraid to intervene due to her well-known connections with the criminal underworld. Sometime later that year, they've seen her on own without Jackson. The folks gossiped that she had the child locked up in that mansion, and others talked that she had him killed, while she taken most of his assets, including the mansion.

Coincidentally, a couple of days after the death of Royce King, Olivia was found horrifically beaten to death along with other bodies (possibly group of criminals who worked for her) in the mansion. Jackson was then later found and brought to a judge by a man named Dr. Berkley, who also happened to be the same doctor who helped gave birth to Jackson. The Judge return all assets to Jackson and gave full legal right guardianship to Dr. and Mrs. Berkley.

This is where the mystery begins, firstly, there is no such doctor with the name of Berkley in all records in the general hospital of Rochester. The mansion was then left abandoned with a thick concrete wall surrounding the property with heavy foliage and trees. Making the mansion inaccessible on foot and road. What's more mysterious is that Jackson moved out of town with Dr. and Mrs. Berkley in 1934 without any trace to where they have gone. I couldn't find any leads as to where they took him, I also wasn't able to find any photographs evidence of this mysterious couple. It's almost like he vanished out of thin air, and I find it coincidentally all these events happened after Royce and his friends died within days. The only paper I found related to Jackson Nelson was his Death Certificate. It is stated that he died with terminal illness, like his mother, in 1943 at the age of 18. He was brought back at Rochester and buried at Riverside Cemetery, next to his parents. Now, the ownership of the Nelson Mansion was passed on to a different variety of people, but none of them shown any legit record they are real people. Each person was passed on within every 25 years after Jackson's death. Now, the question is, what really happened to Jackson Nelson?

Why do I have speculation that something else happened to him that he possibly didn't die out of terminal illness? Well, let's just say I've committed a crime of first degree, Cemetery Desecration. I know, guilty as charge, but I did it for the sake of this investigation. I will do everything I can to get the truth out. What did I find on Jackson Nelson's coffin? Nothing, but sandbags! I knew he faked his death, but the question is why? And when and where did he die? Who is this unknown assailant that owns a large historic mansion that no one has seen him/her walk around the property?

I theorize that that The Nelson Family has had a dark secret that's been kept hidden within the public eye. I believe that The Nelsons is still around, and that Jackson did continue the bloodline with the help of this mysterious Dr. and Mrs. Berkley. I will keep you all updated as I'm still trying to figure out how to get inside the mansion, there's a possibility that I'll be able to find more answers.

'You are fucking lunatic!' I thought.

I mean, I'm glad she was able to fill me in a little information about Jackson, but it didn't help with her paranormal theories. I understand she's trying to build a recognition of her work, but she didn't have to disrespect the dead, just out of curiosity!

I looked at the two photos that she posted about The Nelson Family. And lo and behold, one the photos show the same child and mother, confirming to be Jackson and Lora Nelson. The same people in the photo that were left inside the envelope. The only difference is that they are both wearing different outfits, more representing a class of wealthy people.

The next photo was taken by Abby, and this one seems further distance from where she stood. There is plenty of trees on the way, but at the top head of the tree line, there's a tower like building sticking out, but can't see the rest of the structure due to the forest. Just by the looks of it, the building looks luxurious, even inspired by an English architect type. As I keep staring at it, I can feel a tug in my heart, like I'm being pulled to that building. For some odd reason, I'm feeling connected to this building, a mix of curiosity and fear fills me in. I don't know why, but I need to go to Rochester and find out more answers there. But how can I do it without the acknowledgement of George and Evelyn. I can't get rid of this watch, due to having a GPS tracker. I need to find a way to hack it and make a copy from another watch. But then again, they'll notice about my heartbeat readings.

I feel a tap on my shoulder as I slightly jolted, looking over my shoulder. An elderly woman gives me an apologetic smile while giving me space.

"I'm sorry to disturb you sweety, but the library is closing."

"Oh! No problem, is it okay I can make a copy of this? Then I'll be on my way out."

"Of course! Go right ahead, I'm only glad to see young faces still coming back in the library." She smiled widely with appreciation.

"Thank you!"

Even though, I find the article to be slightly demented, I've decided to print a copy and placed both papers into a folder. Making sure to keep it hidden and away from Evelyn. She sometimes tends to sneak into my room when I'm not around and sniff around in case I'm not doing something that no teenager should be doing, like drugs or drinking. At first, when I've stayed with them after being discharge from the hospital, I've thought this was her way to show her love towards me, but now, I've found it just another way to control me.

I immediately made my way out of the library, but not before biding my farewell to the librarian, and got inside my truck. Its already dark outside, I've checked my watch and notice it's been passed 9:30, Evelyn is going to chew me on for this, plus with hanging up the phone while she was speaking to me earlier. I shift to drive and drove away from the town as I made my way to home. I had to keep it under the speed limit, since the road is still wet. To reach it reminds me, I need to call Mrs. Cullen or Esme to let her know that I made it safely to my home when I get there. I'm actually...excited to call her, just hearing her angelic motherly voice really soothes me in comfort.

But first I need to deal with Evelyn, I'm already running through different variety of scenarios on what's going to happen, and none of them will turn out to be good. As soon as I pulled up the driveway, my stomach twisted when I saw Evelyn's sedan parked, but George's truck isn't anywhere to be seen. Meaning I must deal with her on my own… great. I parked my truck next to hers, killed the engine as I stepped outside. Every step I take to get closer to the front door, I feel a slight of anxiety creeping into my body, ready to embrace the wrath of this hag. But that's soon to be not the case as there is a note taped on the door. I took the note and read the following:

Desmond,

Evelyn and I have gone out tonight, probably going to come home late, so you have the whole night for yourself. Don't stay up late though! You have school tomorrow and I don't want Evelyn to be nagging to you the next morning like earlier. Anyway, get some rest… see you in the morning.

-George

I frowned at the letter in question, then I reached into my pocket to take out my phone, opened it to see if I missed out any calls or messages from either of them. Unsurprisingly, I didn't receive any of them. Why did they leave me a note instead of texting or giving me a call? I looked around my surroundings and enhance both of my ears if I can be able to hear any suspicious sound. But nothing, not even a creak inside the house.

I unlocked the front door and stepped inside. Indeed, there is nobody, all the lights are turned off and overtaking by silence. I locked the door behind me and checked every window of the house to ensure they are properly shut. Once that was done, I made my way to my bedroom. Shutting the door and moved a chair right in front of it. I wanted to use the ventilation air duck to hide the envelope, the folder with the printed copies, and the money that Carlisle gave me; it's the only area where she won't be able to look.

Switching to my pajamas, getting ready to go to bed. But not before I needed to make a call, a promise that I made. I took out the piece of paper that Carlisle handed me and added the rest of the family to my contact list. I dialed her number, and it began to ring. Not going to lie, but my heartbeat began to increase out of nervousness and excitement.

"Hello?"

She spoke with that same angelic voice, so motherly, so caring. I know we just met, but I deeply wish she were my mother.

"Hi! Mrs. Cullen, this is Desmond. I wanted to let you know I made it safely... just like I promised."

Esme sighs in relief. "Oh, that's great to hear, little one. I'm incredibly happy that you called me... Someone is also ecstatic to talk to you, sweety. I'm putting you on speaker."

"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows in curiosity but wasn't expecting a loud booming cheery voice coming from Alice.

"Hi Desmond!"

I pulled the phone away from my ear, but I couldn't help to smile at her energetic behavior. She is a lot more refreshing than Jessica, who is more putting in a false personality to me to let my guard down. I'm glad that she switched classes to be with Edward, though, I'm just only worried that she will have to be more cautious when she hugs me. I don't wish in my death certificate to be describe as being squirt to death by a small pixie hair girl, that would be embarrassing.

"Alice!" Esme's voice can be heard as she chastises her daughter.

"Oh! Sorry, Desmond. I'm just so happy to hear you again!"

I chuckled. "Like wise to you, shortie."

Alice gasp. "How dare you! Maybe I should poison your smoothie as we speak."

"Oh, please don't. That would break your mother's heart, you wouldn't want that do you?" I teased her back, and she playfully releases a growl.

"Don't tempt me..."

Esme chuckles. "We are making you blue berry, sweety. You'll love it."

"Without a doubt, Mrs. Cullen, you're the best smoothie maker in Forks. You'll make the other moms very jealous."

"Your too kind but thank you!"

"I'm also looking forward to seeing you all at the Street Festival this Saturday."

"We'll sure to be there... The whole family will."

"Okay... I'll leave you to it then. Goodnight, Mrs. Cullen."

I truthfully didn't want to end the call. I wanted to continue to get to know her more, but I didn't want to be shown very needy.

"Goodnight, my boy, hope you have a wonderful dream."

"I hope so too..."

"Goodnight to you too, Desmond!" said Alice, her tone sounded annoyed as if I've forgotten about her, but in truth I didn't. So, I chuckled.

"Goodnight shortie!"

"I hope you have a bad dream..."

Those were the last teasingly words that she said to me before I ended the call. I took a few pills before laying back down on my bed and turned off the lamp. Ready to go to sleep and start another day for tomorrow. I overlook my alarm clock, and it read 11:45. George and Evelyn haven't returned yet. They are not the type of people to go out together and relax at a bar, dinner, or movie theater. Come to think of it, I've never seen them together or being cuddling to each other like any married couple would be.

'Where the hell are they?' I thought.

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At night, it is nearly pitch black with only aid of minimum light coming from the half-moon. George and Evelyn are heading to a meeting to show up with results and report of their progress. Evelyn has been with this meeting before, but this George's first time. Since this is all new to him, he lowered his expectations. However, this meeting is taken place deep within the forest.

George parked his truck at the side of the road on Olympic Highway near Lake Cresent. Based on the coordinates that they were given; they needed to hike South for about five miles by taking Aurora Creek Trail. Once he killed the engine, they both at once stepped out of the truck with their hiking boots, flashlights, and a Garmin GPS.

"Why the fuck do we have to meet them in the forest at night?" George frustratingly exasperates.

Evelyn rolls her eyes. "Don't ask questions. Just do it and you'll live. Now get the briefcase and be gentle with it while walking up there."

"Yeah... whatever." He grumbles.

He reached on to the back seat and takes out a silver briefcase. George looked on both ends of the road, making sure they are no incoming vehicles on site. Once the coast is clear, they began hiking through the trail with their flashlights on. The locals in the area would recommend never to hike during night hours as it is dangerously and easily to get lost in the woods. But George and Evelyn were not bothered by the advice, this meeting is deeply important to them, if they failed to show up, it would result death.

As they navigated through the trail, George was barely keeping up. He may be a large stocky man, but he isn't used of cardio or more likely... hiking up in the hills. He deeply hates living in the forest but had to endure it to get the job done right. Evelyn, on the other hand, doesn't care where she lives. She chose this opportunity to get better pay and... to be someone that she never had the chance.

The two abruptly stopped on their tracks, they place a small GPS tracker to one of the trees nearby. This is where they had to break away from the trail as according to their coordinates, they needed to move West for about two miles. Soon they will find a large open field where it is prohibited to set tents for camping. As they cut through the forest, away from the trail, George decided to speak up.

"So, you've met her before?"

"Yes. I need you to shut up and let me do the talking. If she speaks to you, then you'll talk, but don't say anything negative that would put her in worry and jeopardized the mission we are assigned on."

George scoffs. "Oh c'mon, how bad can it be-"

Evelyn stopped to turn around and punch him on to his chest, glaring him with anger. "Listen to me. If they see you're not worth to keep you on this assignment, they'll immediately pull you out and kill you right then... or you'll be subject to become their next lab rat, like the rest of the others. Now, do you really want that?"

Her voice was low as a whisper with menace. She didn't want to explain to the boy what happened to George because that will raise suspicious for him, and she will have to deal with it on her own. Making the assignment much more complicated as it already is. George doesn't show any fear as he kept a stoic look on his face.

"No, I don't."

"Good, then keep your mouth shut and keep calm."

They continued to their path, they didn't want them to wait any longer as they already wasted enough time as it is. Soon, they've finally arrived at the large opening field. Grass and flowers spread across as tall trees surrounded the perimeter of the area. Fireflies were also presence as they roamed around the area. The two of them made it to the center of the field and killed their flashlights. George kneels to catch his breath and sets the briefcase gently on to the ground.

"So, what now?"

"We wait. Now don't get nervous when you see them, sometimes their presence can be... let's just say interesting and frightening."

"Okay..." George raised his eyebrow in question.

Suddenly, a wave of quietness and stillness has overwhelmed the area, even the cricket's chirp has died down. The wind that pushes the leaves and tree branches brushing against each other has completely subsided. It felt completely odd, and the uncomfortableness of anxiety has begun to creep up on the back of their necks. But Evelyn already knew what this means.

"Stand up." She softly but firmly commanded him.

"What! Why?"

"They are here…" She replied with a whisper.

He jolted up to his feet and began to look around in between the trees. He even squinted his eyes to see if he could spot them, but it is pitch black. The half-moon was not providing enough light to break through the shadows. He felt extremely nervous to meet one of the High Table, he knows that Evelyn has met her twice, but he didn't.

That is when he noticed a tall figure appearing out of the shadows at the edge of the forest. This mysterious individual is wearing a hood robe in all black that reach beneath his feet to the grass while their hands folded and hidden in front of them. There are no distinctive features on their robes, just solid black nylon fiber, they look like cultist. However, the most unsettling thing about this is that it wasn't alone. Two more similar figures appeared next to each other at about twenty feet within space. The three of them are facing at the duo, they began to slowly approach them. Not walking, but gliding as George observed closely to never seeing their legs move an inch from their robe. He gazes over at Evelyn in question, but while doing so, his eyes widen in disbelief as they are more of them appearing behind her. He frantically looks around and sees they are about two dozen of them, closing in on them in a perfect unison. They finally stopped when reaching their limit by shoulder to shoulder. Creating a barrier wall in a perfect circle while facing the duo in the center. George can't see their faces, but he can see that their eyes are glowing in silver, never blinking, never breaking away on them.

"I said… relax." said Evelyn.

She doesn't seem fazed on this particular move. She stood confidently with no fear written on her face as her arms folded in front of her while tapping impatiently with her foot. George had to compose himself, but it is hard with a dozen unknown cultist staring at him with unease. He studies them carefully as most of them are taller than he is, which he finds it shockingly, and some were about Evelyn's height. Neither of them has spoken or made any sound as they are completely still as a statue.

"Your late..."

George and Evelyn turned their heads to the direction where the voice came from. It sounded an elegant young female voice, but it ends within echoing when finishing a sentence. He questions whether it came from one of these hooded figures. That is until two of them simultaneously made an opening for another hooded figure approaching. Except, this one stood out the most different, yet mysterious and beautiful out of the other ones.

This new arrival is wearing an all-white hooded robe with curl patterns embedded with small diamonds as they shine from the moonlight. He could tell this is a female because the robe embraces some of her curves as she appears to be quite physically fit. Her hands are completely hidden in her robe as she walks with confidence and elegantly. The most distinctive noticeable thing that she is wearing a silver articulated and reflectively mask, an owl-like mask.

She wasn't alone though; a young Caucasian woman with brunette follows behind her, but surprisingly she isn't wearing any hood robe, like the rest. She's wearing a regular fancy coat over her shoulders with a professional attire, and thin glasses while walking in… heels? That's strange. How the hell did she manage to hike up here without any struggle, she doesn't even show any signs of pain. She appears to be normal, unlike the rest of these folks.

The closer they got, the better he can clearly see her. The white hooded female looked about two inches taller than Evelyn, while the other woman appears to be the same height; likely due to the aid of her heels. George can clearly tell that the white robe is the one from the High Table, her eyes are silver with gray, and they slightly glow in the dark. Just like the others.

The women stopped just a couple of feet right in front of them. The normal looking one smiled with glee and bowed at them with respect. George waved back, but Evelyn didn't, showing disdain towards her.

"It's good to see you again, Eve." The white hooded woman spoke lowly in a whisper.

Once again with that echoing voice when she finishes a sentence. It's starting to make George uncomfortable, like a ghost from the past has spoken with you. Evelyn, like usual, isn't amused about it as she stares at her with bored eyes.

"Madame Eleanor." Evelyn greeted with a forced smile. "You know that's not my real name, but that doesn't matter. We're here to deliver the results, right?"

"Don't be so rude, Eve. I haven't even introduced myself to your new partner." The mysterious woman, Madame Eleanor, gazes her eyes on to George without blinking. "Hello there, Initiate, it is a pleasure to meet you."

Madame Eleanor slightly extends her hand to him, revealing she's wearing a silver articulated armor finger claws. George raises his eyebrow at the gesture. He looks over at Evelyn in question, but in return, she points her finger to the ground and mouths 'kneel for her' with a stern look.

George hesitated at first, but gave in, settling the briefcase gently on the ground and kneeled for her. He kept his head down for a while, until he heard a clip of a sound from metals colliding to each other, as if like two fingers tapping to get his attention. He looks up and notices her hand is still presentable just a few inches from his face.

'So, does this mean I need to kiss the hand royal type shit' George thought.

He then looks up at Madame Eleanor, who stares at him with those glowing silver-gray eyes like they're piercing into his soul, waiting patiently for him. He looks at Evelyn for reassurance, and indeed, she nods for him to go ahead. George looks at her hand, realizing the claws do look sharp on the tip and edges. He hopes she doesn't slash his face for doing a wrong move to offend her. He closes his eyes and slowly leans forward, brushing his lips on to the cold metal.

George opened his eyes and looks up at Madame Eleanor, her eyes are squinting. He's becoming anxious as he isn't sure whether she's angry or smiling with glee.

"Good... Such obedience. I like that." She responded.

She traces her index finger below his jawline, smoothly and carefully not cutting deep within his skin. George froze in place as he began to sweat. Feeling the sharp tip of her claw reach it's end of the line below his chin. His eyes never left hers, as he awaits the next move.

Evelyn releases an exasperated sigh. "Can we get a move on?"

"Such a mope, isn't she?" She asked.

George isn't sure to respond to that right in front of Evelyn, but Madame Eleanor releases him and waves her hand upwards. Gesturing for him to stand up.

"Very well... show me the vials, Initiate." She commanded.

George did so as he stood up to his feet, settling the silver briefcase over his forearm, and cautiously opened it to present her. Inside the briefcase are seven tube vials with secured foam around them. Inside the vials is a clear liquid with a secured aluminum cap on top.

Madame Eleanor gasped with satisfaction as she clasped her hands together. The metal claws colliding to each other made George slightly flinch but composed himself quickly. She then reaches to grab one of the vials with the tips of her claws. Madame Eleanor raises the vile above her head as she observes it with mesmerize. She then waves her hand over to the other woman, gesturing to come near.

The woman happily does come near her and takes out a flashlight. Upon turning it on, it isn't a normal flashlight but a UV light. When she points it at the vial, it reveals to be sparkling, like diamonds have been formed into liquid. But this isn't just a simple liquid, it is a deadly one.

"Extraordinary!" Madame Eleanor exclaims with glee, her eyes gazes over to her friend. "Don't you think, Emma?"

The normal looking one, Emma, happily nods. "I agree, it surely is Madame."

'Oh, she has an English accent.' George thought.

"That's 75ml on each vial, so that makes it a total of 525ml. It took us two years to extract all the venom from the blood. But we manage to complete the objective, just like you've asked us." said Evelyn, still waiting to finish this meeting.

"Indeed, you both did." She replied.

Madame Eleanor places the vial back safely into its respectful space and closes the briefcase, ensuring it is properly secured. She looks over at Emma and nods her head towards it, signaling for her to grab the case. Emma submissively nods, and she gently takes it away from George at ease as she's stepping back. Madame Eleanor raises her hand and points her index finger at one of the hooded individuals behind Evelyn. Directing him or her to come in. Evelyn turns around to see that same hooded figure bringing in another briefcase and hands it over to her. Evelyn opens the briefcase to reveal a load of cash filled with one-hundred-dollar bills.

"Four million dollars for seven vials, just as I promised." She commented.

Evelyn nods happily as she closes the briefcase and hands it over to George. Since it is heavy for her to carry it back to the truck. Evelyn prefers to have the big guy do it.

"Now, the report." Madame Eleanor commands.

Evelyn takes a deep breath. "No issues moving in here. We never crossed with any of them on site. The Quillayute folks are more welcoming than questioning our motive to move into their reserve. Now, Subject 021 has shown to be quite content and happily to have some freedom on his own. We gave him the truck and watch as you instructed us. He accepted it without any raising eyebrows. Both have been program under GPS in case he tries to do anything irrational."

Madame Eleanor nodded. "And the new prototype pills?"

"Right... We hand him the new ones yesterday morning. He did have a few side effects such as his heartbeat turning up more than 175bpms. We asked him why and he responded to being angry towards one of his teachers. He had another one earlier afternoon, but he didn't disclose what spiked him."

She tilted her head in question, but her glowing eyes remain calm. "He didn't say?"

"No."

"Interesting... Now, why is that, Eve?"

Madame Eleanor begins to walk around her, raises her hand to admire her beautiful but deadly claws as if she has done some nail polishing in a mocking way. Evelyn frowns at her action in quizzically, she shrugs her shoulders to her question.

"He's a teenager, they can be obscure at times." She answers arrogantly.

"Tsk-Tsk-Tsk... I believe there is more to it than it meets the eye. He always answers to you back in Canada, but now he's being obscure after moving here. Try again."

She stops in between George and Evelyn, her back faces at her while she's facing in front of George. He feels nervous of this whole thing. He has a slight gut feeling that the owl woman, Madame Eleanor, knows the answer but she is toying with them, well mostly at Evelyn. Just like an owl who's captures its prey, plucking its feathers before it is eating it.

"What else is there to say?! We're fine with the kid, there is no issues!" Evelyn frustratingly said.

Madame Eleanor hummed for a second. "Why is Subject 021 not being opened to you?"

"I told you-"

"I wasn't talking to you!"

Madame Eleanor scolded her with a deep voice that didn't sound feminine, but more like a beast that was never heard from this planet. She turned her head and gazes over at Evelyn with deep hatred eyes, even her eyes glowed. Evelyn bit the bottom of her lip as she didn't allow to slip another word from her mouth. She was taken aback with this outburst. First time for everyone, right.

Madame Eleanor whips her head back at George, but this time, her eyes softened up. She slowly walks towards him at ease and stops just a few inches from him. Her hand reaches and begins to caress his face. Once again, cautiously not trying to cut him up.

"You may answer, dear." Her elegant voice has returned.

George clears his throat. "Yes, of course! Uhm... The Subject is showing mood swings while staying with us ever since we moved in here. Even after given liberty to go to school, he's still bothered by being forced to do things or say things that he finds it uncomfortable while staying at home. It's a side of rebellious he's showing."

Madame Eleanor squints her eyes and lowly whispers. "Are you forcing him to do or saying things that he isn't uncomfortable?"

George looks up at Evelyn, she slowly shakes her head while glaring at him to not dare say anything. But he chose the ladder.

"No, Madame. I'm keeping it peacefully while having a mutual respect towards him without causing any troubling."

Madame Eleanor sighs as she releases him. "Good. I've finally received an honest answer." She turns around to now fully face Evelyn, who expresses a stoic look on her face, but Madame Eleanor can see a sweat streaming down her neck.

"Well... Evelyn, do you have something to say?"

Evelyn scoffs and chuckles nervously. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Madame Eleanor shakes her head in disappointment. However, it is no news to her at this point, and she finds it very irritating. She gazes over at Emma.

"Emma."

"Of course, Madame."

Emma nods with courtesy as she reaches into her coat and pulls out a digital audio recorder. She then plays it:

"Good morning, Evelyn, but I'm sorry... going to be late for school."

"Uh-Uh-Uh... not so fast young man, are you forgetting something?"

...

"Thank you for my graduation gift! Now I got to go!"

"Yes, but there is more to it sweety..."

"Then what!"

"You forgot to address me, Mom! I want you to start calling me, Mom! There will be no more Evelyn, got it!"

"What the hell Evelyn! Let the boy go!"

"Shut it, George. Let's try this again... now what do you say, sweety?"

...

"I'm going to ask once again, Desmond, what do you say?"

...

"Thank you for the present... Mom."

"See! That wasn't so hard was it, sweety. Have fun at school and don't get into too much trouble, okay?"

...

"Got it..."

Emma stops the recording as she puts it away, she giggles like a child waiting for the troublemaker to be scolded while watching. Evelyn's morphed into horror as her jaw dropped and her eyes have widened. Mixed feelings are running through her veins as she feels betrayal, embarrassment, shocking, and anger.

"Very interesting..." Madame Eleanor commented.

"Your audio taping us without our acknowledgement?!" Evelyn shrieked in anger, balling her hands into a fist.

"Of course... We're taking a huge risk on putting only two of our own to keep an eye on our special asset. Especially, from the likes of you!" Madame Eleanor accusingly points her index finger at her. Evelyn was about to speak, but the Madame continued.

"Do you want to know exactly what happened to Alpha Team? No. You do not have the slightest idea. Eight of our people were assigned on this mission, just like you, each to play their own roles respectively while conducting their job regularly. And making sure he's taking the prototype pills. Alpha Team never lasted within a year since they've become too comfortable by being controlling towards Subject 021. Since he's still a teenager, his rebellious side has arisen and refuse to take the pills without their acknowledgment. You want to know what happens if he doesn't take the pills?"

Evelyn didn't answer as her anger hasn't subsided and continues to glare at her, prompting Madame Eleanor to continue.

"The venom overtook him, releasing the beast deep within him and chasing after his lust for blood! He attacked and killed every one of them by decapitating and crushing their internal organs. I had to contact Asset Containment Team to bring and subdue him. You're in luck that he has no recollection memory of that event, to which we still don't know how he has lost his memory for the second time. Do you really want that?!"

"So what if I'm being a little strict towards him, it is what a mother does-"

"You were not assigned to become a mother towards him! Your job is ensuring he's taking the pills and never let the venom overtake him. You've completed one tasked with the vials, now it is your job to observe the side effects and report back to me. Make sure he doesn't attack anyone else and ensure to always be discreet. Once we find the right cure, we'll proceed to conduct an operation to find every vampire on this planet without their acknowledgement and stripped them from their powers."

Evelyn scoffs. "Yet! The High Table are oblivious to want their venom, unaware of the consequences of what it will do to them."

Madame Eleanor chuckles. "We are giving them a chance to live as mortals, a normal human life. We are aware that some of them want to have that opportunity. While we take their venom, and shall we say... alternate it in our own way. It's a win for both sides in my book."

She takes a deep breath, her eyes never breaking away from Evelyn. As if she's observing her like an insect, an insect that she would dearly love to squash it on the spot.

"You know... You were never an option to be offered this type of position. But you were so persistent to take it that you even went to beg some members of the High Table, they forced me to give it to you. Why is that? Oh... I know. I've read your file. Before joining with us, you were nothing but a junky single mother who had military experience in the army. But they soon abandoned you, just like the others."

"Don't!" Evelyn gritted her teeth.

"Soon, the poor boy died out of illness because his mother couldn't afford the medicine to take care of him. Desmond, was that his name? Such a mere coincidence, don't you think Initiate?"

George didn't respond. He expressed a sympathy look on to Evelyn, who is shaking violently out of anger as tears began to form around her eyes.

"I. Said. Stop!"

Madame Eleanor begins to giggle. "It wasn't long before someone found you at the river after a failure of a suicide jump. It was one of ours who found you and rescued you. This member felt sympathy towards you and offered you to join us. That gave you somewhat a purpose to live on and become one of us. But that's all you are, a good soldier but a failure as a mother."

"Fuck you!"

Evelyn spits on the ground in between. Madame Eleanor raises her index finger and waves it in front of her. George felt frozen, knowing that was the stupidest and most regretful thing that she has done.

"Poor choice of words, young lady." She whispers lowly.

Madame Eleanor zips across to grab Evelyn's throat below her jaw in a split second. She lifts her up in the air as if she weights nothing but a paper roll. Evelyn clutches on to her grip hand while gasping for air. Madame Eleanor then compressed on to her grip, making the tip of her claws penetrating Evelyn's skin. She let out an agonizing scream while kicking her feet in the air. Blood began to stream down in between Madame Eleanor's fingers and Evelyn's neck.

A long hiss simultaneously broke out from all the hooded cultists around them. George frantically looked around him to see what they would do. Until he felt a firm hand laid on to his shoulder, who happens to be Emma, giving him a reassuring smile.

"Relax... They won't attack without Madame's order." Emma said.

George only nodded and gazes over at the commotion. He couldn't believe how everything happened so fast. Madame Eleanor moved in so quickly that no human would bat an eye. This means whatever they are doing to the venom and alternating in their own way is somewhat working.

"I should kill you for your disrespectfulness, young lady. But I don't have the time to find someone else suitable than you, because that will raise suspicion on Subject 021. So... I'm going to make this your first and final warning. Do not do anything to jeopardize this task by allowing your selfishness and arrogance to control this boy to be your long-lost son. He's the only subject to be tested out in the field while the rest are being held for experiments, we don't want to lose him over your stupidity. Remember, he's not your son and you are not his mother. Keep the respect mutual with peace. Then we won't have an issue if he continues to take the pills. Consider this a professional courtesy, am I clear?"

Madame Eleanor waited patiently for a few minutes upon her answer, who she is still fighting off her grip from her neck. The Madame then put a little more pressure on to her grip as her claws deepened into her skin. Resulting more blood to be spilling.

Evelyn screamed. "Yes!"

Madame Eleanor throws her to the ground. Evelyn wails in pain as she covers both of her hands on to her neck. Putting pressure on the wound and preventing it from continuing bleeding. She keeps her head down, hiding her face on to the grass out of shame and embarrassment. Soon, she slowly curled up as she settles her knees for support but continues to keep her head low.

"Good… Oh, and I'm planning to remove your leadership from this mission and passing it along with your new partner." said Madame Eleanor.

She turns around and begins to walk towards George. Emma, who still stands beside him, offers her a handkerchief to clean out the blood from her fancy armor claws. Madame Eleanor happily accepts it and wipes the blood off on every corner that she could.

"Thank you, Emma."

"Always, Madame."

Madame Eleanor stops in front of him, observing him closely. George didn't say anything as he awaited upon her speaking. He couldn't believe that she'll be willing to pass the lead on this mission to him, but he's got a feeling she wants something in return.

"Well… Initiate, what do you say? Ready to take the next step?" She asked.

"Yes, Madame."

"But! You need to prove you are worthy in this obscure society of ours." She firmly told him, while pointing her index finger at him.

George nodded. "Of course. How shall I be your service?"

Madame Eleanor hums in satisfaction. "Oh… I like that." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "I'm going to need another 525ml of venom."

"Wait! But-"

"Not from Subject 021." She softly confirms. "I want you to capture another vampire and extract the blood with the venom from its body. You do that and you'll earn my respect. From there you'll take the lead on keeping a close eye on Subject 021."

"Right… I'll see where to start looking."

Madame Eleanor chuckles in amusement while slowly shaking her head. "No, darling, you'll be expecting them. I've received reports a few nomads will be heading to this location, we just don't know when they'll be arriving."

George raises an eyebrow. "Nomads?"

"Vampires without a coven. Think of them as homeless poor creatures without a family." Emma explained.

After joining the secretive organization, he was informed the existence of vampires. At first, he didn't believe it, thinking he regretted to join with this lunatic people, but soon he was proven wrong when presenting to those they have captured in their lab. At that time, he was shocked and bewildered to seeing the truth of these supernatural creatures to live among the Earth with the rest of the humans. But now, he has accepted it as they are nothing but paperwork in his eyes. He wasn't informed much about their way of life or what their goal is. He has been kept in the dark. The less you know, the more you'll live.

"But… if you do happen to come across with one in Forks. Then you have my permission to set the deeds but always be vigilant and discreet. We don't want the world or them to discover our existence. Is that clear?"

He nodded. "Yes Madame."

Her eyes squinted in suspicion. "You do know how to identify one, right?"

"Their skin is pale as the dead. Perfection and incredibly attractive in every way. They can't be exposed to the sun, if they do, their skin sparkles like diamonds." He releases a groan while rolling his eyes. "Problem with that is this whole damn place is always cloudy and rainy."

Madame Eleanor hums in agreement. "Indeed, that is true and unfortunate. Considering it will be a challenge for you. Although, there is one thing that is very distinct from humans that you'll find."

"The Eyes. Crimson red as blood."

"Good! You do have a bright future ahead of you, Initiate. Emma will provide you with the proper tools you'll need to achieve your assignment. She'll be in contact with you when they are ready."

Emma nods and passes a luxury cellular phone to him. George happily accepts and pockets it into his jacket. His eyes looked back at Evelyn, who is staggering up to her feet from the grass while moaning in pain. Madame Eleanor looks over her shoulder, behind the mask is a wide smile upon her face, hearing Evelyn's wails is music to her ears.

"If she continues to give you any kind of trouble. Don't hesitate to call us."

George only responded with a nod.

"Good... We'll see you both next time."

George bowed down to her in courtesy to which she felt pleased of how far he has learned. One of the hooded cultists walks over to Emma and gently picks her up. She gently places the silver suitcase with vials on her lap and secures it with her arms. Madame Eleanor turns around and begins to walk away. The handkerchief is still in her possession, but not long before she threw it over at Evelyn's face as she walked by.

"Clean yourself up! This meeting is adjourned."

Once again, the same two hooded cultists made way for her to exit the circle while the one carrying Emma followed beside her. One by one, each of the hooded cultists began to break away from the circle without batting an eye on George and Evelyn. Madame Eleanor takes the lead as the others follow in a V-formation. She raises her hand in the air, snaps her finger claws, and in a split second. Madame Eleanor and the rest of her followers bolted towards the forest with incredible speed. Soon, a blast of wind hits the trees as they wave towards the same direction where they went.

George's mouth dropped open as his eyes widen in a flabbergasted expression. He shook his head in disbelief, but he went back to being stoic. His eyes turn back at Evelyn, and he can clearly see the results of what was done to her. Her neck is completely covered of her own blood. There is three penetrated holes on her left cheek, a fourth one below her jawline nearly missing her artery, and lastly, the fifth one on her right cheek. Blood is still and slightly streaming down on her neck.

What is more frightening is the expression she is trying to morph; rage. She barely can bare her teeth while gritting on them. Her eyebrows frown in hatred as her eyes are red blood shot. She raises her index finger and pints at George.

"N-Not a single... Fucking w-word!" She shrieked while moaning in pain.

Evelyn then places the handkerchief on her wound as she puts pressure and begins to walk back to the trail of their truck. George didn't say anything else as he grabbed the suitcase of their payment. Obviously, he needed to take her to the local hospital and come up with a lie that an animal attacked her. Madame Eleanor is right; this is a new chapter for George's life.