A/n: this feels a lot similar to creative improvisation.

I do have goals and themes, but I don't like to have a 'fixed' number of words to reach because it literally sucks all the fun out of writing on here. And isn't that what's fanfic all about, writing and sharing for fun?

Someone mentioned (and this is putting it lightly) that the short chapters are unwelcome.

To that, I say "Hum-Bah!"

Longer for me equals shitty writing and literal thinking as I type with no end goal in mind. Going with the flow gets me places, gets y'all faster updates, with fewer mistakes.

Any objects?

*Still looking for a Beta!*

Thank you will be at the end. Remember everything is scrambled and different because this is my version of Breaking Dawn.

Enjoy!

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DENALI

Kate felt much better once Tanya showed up. Granted she had to wait 2 weeks for her to come since she simply refused to take Kate's advice on the private jet, but once the serious red-head showed up at her rented apartment she felt immediately reassured.

"Hiya Boss! Come on in," Kate hugged her sister fiercely before letting go and disappeared into her apartment.

Tanya was going to heft the large bag over her shoulder when the unpleasant smell of hormones invaded her sensitive nose.

Sighing Tanya reminded herself to slightly drag her luggage as the ogling spectators watched her with avid interest.

Kate was in the kitchen area by the time Tanya finished showering and redressing in comfortable clothes. Tanya walked over to the short kitchen island while drying her long wet hair with a white towel.

"Here ya go, steaming hot-just the way you like it," Kate murmured while sliding a dorky mug over the counter before taking a seat herself.

"Thank you," Tanya murmured gratefully, warming her hands before sipping the blood filled mug slowly. "I take it that the search was a complete and utter failure?" Tanya inquired after a quiet moment.

"A complete bust," Kate sighed in exasperation. "I couldn't find the girl despite damn near scouring the town, and when I searched for the Cullen's I found their place empty and raided by a group of bloody humans. The worst part is, they have photos everywhere." Kate paused letting her words sink in for a moment.

Tanya breathed slowly through her nose before reopening her eyes to look at her sister. "We'll have to hunt them down, and haze the house." She declared with a sinking heart. She knew how much Esme loved each and every house she designed. But that emotion-sentiment- is what got them in this mess in the first place.

Tanya estimated that they had about 3 months before the Volturi caught wind of the Cullens gargancious mistakes and would rain down hell's fury on them. She shivered slightly before squaring her shoulders and looking at her baby sister with determined eyes.

"The Cullens have made many grave mistakes in a very short amount of time. I do not know the reason why but I have a few theories. Nonetheless, the Cullens are our responsibility, and if we fail to get this growing situation under control then we will be judged and decimated by the Volturi." She paused and allowed frown to appear on her face.

"You will track and eliminate humans while I'll be making a couple of home visits."

Isabella gasped as she forced her tired, heavy arms to comply with her swimming strokes. It had been a long time since she'd actually partaken in any athlete-like activities, but once her buried instincts of survival had kicked in she'd almost easily swung back in the somewhat familiar pattern of swimming.

It seemed like forever and her arms were gradually getting heavier until finally, she reached the sandy banks of Isle Esme.

Gasping she dug her nails into the ground, and paused shivering shuddering. Her face burned and her stomach felt queasy.

When she finally had the energy to move one appendage she looked up into the depths of red eyes.

Red eyes smiled at her, revealing noticeably sharp canines.

'The Cullens never had canines…' Isabella's tired mind thought.

"Well done Is-ah-bell-lah," she said. "I am glad you still retained the will to live, even if your human instincts aren't functioning properly."

She paused and survey something from her phone before frowning and putting it away quickly. Not noticing Isabella's soft snort at her half-assed congratulations.

"Although it would be nice if you weren't so...accommodating," she paused and peered at Bella's soaked form. "I suppose this is a start after all beggars cannot be choosers."

Bella blinked owlishly.

She didn't remember half of what Red Eyes was telling her because she was starting to shiver violently. She curled up into herself, teeth chattering uncontrollably. Reminding her of her time in the cliff, stuck in the frigid cold between two men she thought she'd loved dearly.

Bella was pulled out of her reverie by the sound of a sigh and cold hands lifting and carrying her.

Shivering against her marble chest, Bella clung to Red Eyes desperately.

She knew she had issues of abandonment and a possible identity crisis. She was too tired to feel anything other than pure exhaustion, and comfort in the arms that so casually had flung her to her almost watery grave.

Thank you :

Jadzjewels

Wolf567

LisaLisa3232 (Your name remind me of this character from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure!)

Elemire (Your name just looks super dope, like a whole vampire-esque)

Bella is sorta developing a Stockholm syndrome.