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Grim Reaper's Release

When the gruesome murder of a pastor is mysteriously caught on tape, what will happen to the vampire race? Suddenly, the world knows about vampires. The Cullens need to get out of Forks. And fast. But what will happen when the Volturi wants to interfere? Or the Southern Armies? And, more importantly, who are these strange vampire twins? Photobucket

...I've been away for a seriously long time, haven't I? O.O

Well, I'm back with a new story and I still haven't decided if I should continue my other stories. A lot's been happening in my life and I'm sure my feelings on all of my other stories have changed drastically. Anyway, this is just an idea that's been floating around my head for probably a year now but I've never really developed it into more than just a smidge of an idea.

Just a few warnings before I continue: This story is seriously...morbid. It's not really a good story at all. There's violence, world domination, chaos, and the world kind of goes insane...but it has a happy ending! Promise!

Also, the chapters are gonna be really long on this. Like, seriously long. It's not that I want to get this done in less chapters or whatever, it's just that in each chapter, a few different character's point of view's on different things need to be included to add other factors of the story. I mean, if I had each new point of view a chapter, we'd probably be up to 50 chapters by the time I get to the middle.

That being said, I guess a few things you should know is that I don't know when I'll be getting new chapters up. I hope, with winter break here, I'll have this story done by the middle of February, maybe? I was planning on having this only 7 chapters at the maximum, but the farther I get into this story, the longer it seems. And, I hope, I'll be getting each chapter up each week. I've already written chapter 2 and 3 but I'm gonna post them weekly.

Next, I seriously need to thank my best mate Kira with this story. She gave me a HUGE idea for it and has been such an amazing supporter of all my stories from the start!

*breathes in relief* Alright, I think that's all for now. Now that I've gotten it all out, go read. I'm sure the story is much more interesting than my babbling. *snort*

11. Threatening Eyes

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Timothy Fitzgerald's Point of View

"Where are they?" I hissed, peeking into a room only to see it vacant. I clutched a thick file under my arm as I walked down the long, monochromatic hallway with a group of agents following behind me. Vitals from all specimens had been gathered and now it was time for interrogations.

My specialty.

I couldn't deny the fact that I was excited. Mitchells had done his job, now it was my turn to shine. He had locked himself away in one of the advanced laboratories with the younger one as I interviewed each of the - of the vampires. I ignored my shaking hand and looked back at one of the agents.

"Sir, there's one right down here," he told me. I grunted as he walked in front of me, directing me down the hall. We passed two empty, large cells and then he paused, an uncomfortable look on his face. He coughed lightly and waved his hand by the door. "Well, uh, we'll be out here. If you need anything, just yell out, sir."

I swallowed; he was leaving me in there? With the beast? A shudder involuntarily ran down my back.

I reached my free hand into my front pocket, searching for the golden key that would unlock the steel door. With a final click, it unlocked. I glanced at the agents in caution, taking a deep breath to calm myself.

Calm. I hadn't felt anywhere near calm in days.

I placed a hesitant step inside, my eyes straining to see through the darkness. For some odd reason which I couldn't understand, someone had turned the light off in the room. There were no shadows on the walls, no obvious shapes to make out, and it seemed as if no one was even in the room.

My brow furrowed and I cursed under my breath. I had better things to do than be put on a wild goose hunt for the vampires on each level of this huge, goddamn building. "Officer," I called out, turning back into the hallway. "There's no one in that whole damn cell!"

Before the agent could even respond, a look of confusion creeping into his eyes, a chilling voice echoed from the room. "Maybe you should look harder." The voice was soft but there was an edge to it. An edge of mockery, possibly.

I froze, my eyes widening, as I swiveled back to the room. Inside the darkness, I could make out a pair of cold topaz eyes, glaring at me from within. I stumbled forward and lifted my hand, reaching for the light switch on the wall.

I hastily felt it and yanked the tiny plastic knob up, shedding light over the bright white room.

And there he was.

I didn't understand how these vampires were so beautiful, how they looked perfect and even sounded perfect, and I had a feeling I didn't want to know. It didn't make sense to me how such horrible, crude creatures could be so flawless. Why should they be granted with ideal looks as the human race, innocent to their crimes, suffered?

He was seated at a small desk, his large pale hands folded before him as he leaned his arms on the plastic table. His head was bowed - maybe ignoring the lights above us? - as he gazed at the table with sharp golden eyes. I gulped again, noisily, and it felt like my heart was stuck in my throat.

I stepped forward, my feet shuffling on the linoleum floor. All excitement was drained from me as I gazed at him, his youthful perfection evident to even my eyes. A feeling of regret sunk into my heart and I wondered why, why oh why, had I taken this case?

I reached the desk, almost throwing the massive file down on the table. He didn't flinch, his unnatural stillness making my pulse quicken in a mix of anxiety and fear.

"Do you know why I'm here?" I asked, my voice sounding hoarse. I had had a game plan since before they even arrived. I had mapped out every word I would say, every question I would ask, and every comment I could fit in but the sight of him - the hostile, threatening sight of him - made every word disappear from my mind.

He looked up, his odd ocher eyes showing no sign of kindness. "I have a pretty good idea, yes," he murmured, his musical voice enchanting. I nodded and pulled out the chair across from him, flinching at the sound of the loud screeching.

I reached for the file started on him, my eyes skimming on the notes taken by the scientist who had taken his vitals. He was an interesting one, they had warned me. We only knew the name of one of them, and that was the incredibly large one floors above us, named Emmett. Emmett had also hinted at another one of the males being named Carlisle, though we didn't know which one he was.

The others we called by number.

"Can you tell me your name?" I asked, sounding weak. He sighed, his facial expression bored as he stared far, far away beyond my shoulder. Suddenly, he leaned forward, his eyes intense and his face not eight inches from mine.

"I'll make you a deal," he muttered. I gaped at him openly; his penetrating gaze was searching my face for a sign of weakness.

"What type of deal?" I stammered, my eyes alert. His jaw tensed as he kept his eyes on me.

"You know the little girl you have in holding?" His voice was almost a growl, sharp and bitter. I pursed my lips; the girl upstairs was in lockdown. We weren't allowing her to leave the room and neither were her ‘babysitters'.

I bit my lip, ignoring the curious gazes of the officers outside. "What about her?"

His top lip curled in response to my question. "Bring her to me, and I'll tell you anything you want to know," he negotiated. I stiffened; the offering was tempting. Just one, tiny little adolescent for the answers to all of my questions?

But no, I mentally reasoned, who knew why he wanted her? Maybe it was because she was an advantage, she was special or they needed her. Maybe they could escape with her help. I couldn't give her back to them for who knew why he wanted her with him.

"No," I boldly declared, my eyes narrowing. He snarled softly and I resisted the electric jerk that charged through my body. People don't snarl, I thought.

"Then I refuse to answer any of your answers," he responded, his head cocking to the side with an almost smug look on his face. Bastard. How I wanted to just wipe the vicious sneer off his lips.

Inspiration hit. It was like a light bulb lit up in my mind and I shot him a gleaming, polite smile. His brow furrowed, but then cleared, replacing it with a hostile glare.

"No!" he roared loudly, and he stood up suddenly. He towered over me, though I was sitting on a chair. He was taking deep breaths, his nostrils flared angrily, as he glowered at me. I watched in wonder, why was he suddenly so outraged? I hadn't said anything, though now I wasn't sure if I wanted to know why he looked so...deadly.

"Sit down," I hissed. My hand was trembling as I watched him and then, inexplicably, his eyes darkened. A warning growl echoed from his chest and his lip curled.

"If you hurt her," he whispered, deathly quiet, "you won't live to see the light of another day." His threat was so real, so firm and believable, I found myself feeling frightened. I didn't know what all he could do; it was very well possible that he could kill me if he wanted to.

A hard laugh fell from his lips. "I could kill you so quickly, you wouldn't even realize it."

I paused. Had he...had he read my mind? My lip trembled and I stood up, gathering my files. If he wouldn't cooperate, I would leave him be. I had other more willing specimen to interview and I didn't need to deal with threats from vampires.

Without a word, I walked towards the door, the file grasped in my hands tightly. He watched me, his cold eyes defined against his pale, young face.

I didn't know why he wanted the little girl so badly, but I would figure it out. I had to, for crying out loud.

As I exited, locking the door behind me, I shot one last glance into the cell through the glass window embedded within the door. He sat, at the desk once again, with his head down. I bit my lip, wondering if I should go back in and demand his cooperation.

His long fingers ran through his messy bronze hair and then his head snapped up, almost faster than I would think possible. His gaze kept me locked in place, a torturized, agonized gaze that left me aching as he finally took his eyes off me and I was free to move on my own will.

I walked down the hallway, never taking one step back, as I left the angry vampire to himself.


Renesmee's Point of View

"Nessie, can you tell us about your family?" I peeked up through my long lashes, looking at the lead doctor. He stared at me through his clear glasses, blue eyes curious and almost pleading. From my eavesdropping lessons - Uncle Emmett had taught me those; I would have to thank him for it later - I had learned his name was Doctor Mitchells.

Immediately after hearing that he was a doctor, I had been reminded of Grandpa Carlisle, but the differences between both were so evident, it was almost blinding. Doctor Mitchells was a scientist, a man who based everything off of logic and discovery, while Grandpa Carlisle was a compassionate man who wanted nothing but to heal and help his patients. Doctor Mitchell didn't seem to care whether his patients - or specimen, he seemed to call them - were all right or not.

I bit my lip in response to his question. I couldn't hear my family and hadn't been able to in hours. Was I allowed to tell these strange, cold men about them? Or was I supposed to keep my mouth shut?

His brow puckered and he sighed. "Or you could tell us about yourself, or maybe about your species. Anything you can tell us, we'll listen," he suggested.

I toyed with the hem of my skirt; one Alice had dressed me in, as I listened to his steady breathing. I wondered if Daddy could hear me and sighed along with Doctor Mitchells, though both our reasons for sighing were different.

"I...I don't know," I mumbled, my voice clear though it was hushed. He took a deep breath and leaned down, his eyes level with mine.

"What do you mean you don't know?" His eyes were curious and...cruel. They weren't kind at all, not like Grandpa Carlisle's when he talked with patients. My cheek twitched as I thought it through.

"I am not sure if I can tell you anything," I whispered, my face turning into concentration. If only I could read Daddy's mind. Then I would be able to know.

"Well, it's your decision, not anyone else's. You don't need the ok from someone else in your family." Oh, how wrong he was. My loyalty to my family - and to my Jacob, also - was strong and I would never tell these harsh ‘doctors' what they wanted to know if I was not supposed to.

And then I thought of something.

I put on my best puppy dog eyes, something Seth had showed me, and looked at Dr. Mitchells with wide, wide eyes. My bottom lip jutted out as his eyes widened, glazing over at the mere sight of me. Maybe my plan would work perfectly.

"Dr. Mitchells?" I whispered in a tortured voice, my lips trembling. He glanced around before leaning towards me, his eyes wide.

"What's wrong, Nessie?"

"I'll tell you anything you want to know if...," I trailed off suggestively, looking down glumly at my neatly folded hands.

He made a sound at the back of his throat and nodded eagerly. "If?"

"If," I paused, throwing in one small tear for a dramatic effect. "If you let me see my Daddy." I knew he would have all the answers; he always had the answers. I yearned for Mommy, too, but I knew she would possibly be in the same situation as me: clueless as to what to do. But not Daddy.

Dr. Mitchells looked at me with uncertainty in his piercing eyes, his face thoughtful. Please work, I begged, please work.

"Who is your father?" He asked cautiously, eyes narrowing. My shoulders slumped, again with the questioning. There was no way of getting out of this without telling him some details, I realized sadly.

"One of the people you have in the cells," I retorted sharply, slightly angry at the fact that my family was locked up in cells like the animals I had seen at the zoo with Uncle Emmett while I was up here in a small sort of playpen.

Dr. Mitchells shook his head, lips pursed tightly. "I can't allow you to see him unless you tell me which one he is and why you have to see him. Is he the blond one, the leader?" I giggled softly at the thought of Grandpa Carlisle as my daddy. He was everyone's father figure, sure, but he was certainly not mine.

"No," I snickered, shaking my head vigorously. Curls flashed in front of my vision as my hair bounced slightly. Dr. Mitchells' face went blank as he stared at me. "If I tell you who he is and why I want to see him, will you let me?" My head turned to the side, my face pleading once again.

He sighed and finally smiled, looking much younger than he probably was. "Sure," he promised. I gawked at him for a moment, surprised at this. I didn't know it would be so easy to win him over.

"He's the one with the bronze hair," I declared proudly. "I want to see him because I want to ask him if I can tell you anything. I don't know what to do," I confessed, looking down. Dr. Mitchells' eyes were skeptical as he watched me.

"Thank you, Nessie," he murmured, taking a step back. I looked up, suddenly alarmed.

"You're going to take me to him now, right? I told you what you wanted." Fear suddenly lodged its way into my heart as he continued walking away, turning his back on me. I peaked over the bars of the playpen, eyes wide, as he reached the large, stainless steel door.

He turned, a malicious smile playing around the corners of his lips. "If things go according to plan, I doubt you will ever see your father again, Renesmee."

He walked out, locking the thick door behind him. I stared at it in silent shock, my tiny hands grasping the playpen bar tightly, causing a small crack to form in the cheap plastic.

I doubt you will ever see your father again. The words echoed in my mind as a tear fell from my eyes, falling, falling, falling down my face until it dropped onto the floor.


Carlisle's Point of View

"Your name?" The man named Timothy sat across from me, calloused hands grasping a pen as the tip hovered over a file titled "101". I was curious as to what the numbers meant, but I didn't press the subject.

I hadn't expected things to go like this. Honestly, I didn't even think we would be found out. Everything I had planned was practically Plan Z in comparison to everything else. And even if we had been captured, I thought we would have at least been kept together. Instead, they had torn little Renesmee from my arms and thrown us in different cells. I knew I could have stopped it all, any of us could have stopped it, but it was knowing that all sorts of chaos would break loose the second we stepped over whatever boundaries the government created that kept us here.

"Your name?" he repeated gruffly. I looked back up, surprised I had zoned out long enough for him to notice. I wasn't usually so unaware to things like that.

"Carlisle Cullen," I answered. He scribbled it down and I stared in patience. I knew Edward had resisted every single attempt the man had made to interrogate him but I wasn't going to be like that. It was just best to get everything over with.

"Is that your vampire name or human name?" He snapped and I stared at him. What on Earth did he mean?

"Pardon?" He squeezed his eyes shut, looking agitated and tired to the extent. I watched him warily.

"One of your moronic family members said he had two names. Is it the same with you?" I flinched at the vicious tone of his voice and pursed my lips. It would most likely be Emmett who said that.

"No, it isn't, but I am the only one like that," I replied, almost expecting another mood swing from him. He grumbled something I couldn't understand under his breath. The light bulb overhead flickered in an annoying pattern and I glanced up, wondering when it would officially go out.

"So, what's the deal with you people? How did you get to be like this? Where's the fangs?" I stared at him with a small, polite smile on my lips; I really should have expected this one.

I leaned back, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions once I would get talking. "We have no fangs," I said calmly. His face fell, almost in disgust, as he stared at me with beady eyes.

"No fangs?" He echoed doubtfully. I grinned and nodded, patient of his shock. "How the hell can you be vampires and not have fangs?" His eyes were skeptical and I sighed.

Should I just launch into a full story of the history of vampires, or just keep it short and sweet? His cold, impatient glare made up my mind quickly.

"Our teeth are razor sharp," I answered, gauging his reaction. His mouth fell open, eyes widening, and then he snapped it back shut. A sigh escaped my lips, I should have known not every human could accept the truth as calmly as Bella.

"Like...how...what all can you bite into?" His nose wrinkled slightly in disgust and I frowned.

"Anything. I have yet to find any sort of material that our teeth cannot bite." I waited for his next question patiently but the slight green shade to his face made me rethink. Give him time, I told myself, and then he'll be firing away once again.

He opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but then closed it. "So, you could bite into...human flesh?" he finally croaked and I bit my lip.

It was terribly, terribly easy to penetrate flesh. Actually, it was almost too easy. Flesh was like butter, I suppose, very smooth and very fragile. It was no wonder humans could get hurt so easily.


And just that one answer began a whole, new round of questions.


Edward's Point of View

I had heard many, many tragic stories about children. I had read about them in the newspapers, heard about them from news stations, listened to Carlisle talk about them, and even witnessed them with my own two eyes, whether it was Jasper who slipped up or just a lousy kidnapper. I had also, though, heard about the stories of what the parents went through. The terror, the fear, the panic. The whole idea of not knowing if your child would be alright or if they would come back to you.

Fortunately, though, they were not able to listen to their child's thoughts when they were hurt the most.

The urge to kill, to simply snap the knob on the cell and race up the floors of this dreadful place when that despicable Doctor Mitchells told Resnesmee that she would never see me again was so strong, so tangible, it was almost torture. I honestly hadn't felt such a strong desire since Bella's ill-fated first day of school.

And then to hear his snickering about it afterwards. To listen to his thoughts as he scribbled his notes down, laughing to himself about the whole event. It very nearly pushed me off the edge.

"Edward," Rosalie hissed, from far above me. "Jasper wants to know what's going on. He says you're outraged." I sighed, my head dropping in my hands again.

I had let everyone down, hadn't I? Bella relied on me, more than she would ever admit, to keep our daughter safe and I had let her be crushed. Renesmee trusted me to save her, and I had let her be torn from both Bella and I in an attempt to follow Carlisle's wishes of ‘staying peaceful'.

"Go away, Rosalie," I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut. She growled back and I heard her muttering back to Jasper.

What's wrong? I let out an incredulous huff as Jasper's thoughts filled my mind.

"Tell Jasper to go away, too," I snarled to Rosalie. She snorted softly, ignoring my demand, as she thought about how she could charm the officers into letting her go. I rolled my eyes in response to this.

I could hear Carlisle explaining everything below me to Timothy and I let out a second sigh. Of course, Carlisle would never start a problem. He would calmly - and very willingly - give away any information that this Timothy asked for. It wasn't that this fact upset me, I had accustomed to it hours ago, but it was disappointing that now they would knew everything.

The bronze haired one, she said, right? Hmm, he appeared the youngest. Strange. A slight growl vibrated from my lips as Dr. Mitchells' footsteps echoed in the enclosed hallway outside of my cell. He continued, thinking about Nessie.

I sat back, my head leaning on the solid wall as I shut my eyes. His heartbeat accelerated as I listened, his glowing eyes appearing through the small window in the door. I ignored the sound, focusing on Alice's thoughts above me as she tried to have a vision come through.


He unlocked the door. I kept still, ignoring his presence closing in on me, along with his disturbing thoughts. He paused, hesitant in the doorway. Is he asleep? Wait, would they need coffins to do that?

I gave a wry smile at his thoughts, glad that Timothy had yet to tell him that, no, we didn't need coffins for we never slept.

"Sir?" his voice shook unevenly as he addressed me, sounding almost frightened of me. I opened one eyes, stealing a peak at his repulsed expression.


He bit down on his lip, his hands fidgeting as he stuffed them within his pockets. A flash of my daughter's face lit up behind his eyes and I smothered the snarl growing in my throat. It irritated me immensely when I felt a wave of serenity hit me, officially ending my stifled growls.

He looked cautious, like a man treading on a thin sheet of ice. "I would like to talk to you, if you do not mind." I nodded curtly, shutting my eyes and swallowing the large puddle of venom collecting within my mouth.

"Go ahead." I kept my comments short and guarded, careful not to reveal the barely concealed rage in my voice.

He swallowed, his eyes shifting around the room. "Is that little girl yours?" My breathing paused for a second at the question, wondering whether to answer correctly or not. I listened to the tortured thoughts of Nessie, alone and frightened, and made up my mind.


He gasped softly, his thoughts ranging from shock and then to wonder. "H-h-how?" I barked out a laugh, it seemed like a stupid question to me.

"Dr. Mitchells, you have children of your own. I would figure you know the answer to that." He looked down, a blush creeping up his neck and spreading across his face. It instantly reminded me of Bella. Beautiful, blushing, Bella.

Bella, who was now in a merciless rage below me as she wondered where our daughter was.

"Well, yes, but...how is it possible for your species?" There are so many things we don't know, he thought sadly and I scoffed.

My scoffing broke off and I sighed, suddenly serious. Was that from Jasper or myself? I didn't have time to dwell on it. "It isn't," I stately plainly. His brow furrowed and he pursed his lips. "Well, to correct myself, it isn't possible for vampire females to have children," I explained and his eyes bulged.

The mother was human, he silently marveled and I nodded.

"Correct," I murmured softly.

"What? I didn't say anything." He looked at me strangely and I huffed. How had I let myself slip? It wasn't like me to so obviously demonstrate my gift.

I opened my eyes, staring at him with a cold look. He flinched back, still confused and slightly scared. "I would really appreciate it if you left now," I said, looking at the open doorway and back. He gave a stiff nod and mechanically turned, his hand on the knob already.

As he walked out, he froze, his mind a jumble of all the thoughts running through it. "I hope you monsters get what you deserve," he muttered, too quietly for human ears.

And then he locked the door.