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Grim Reaper's Release

Summary:
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


Notes:
...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*


15. Crimson Insanity

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Leah's Point of View

I looked around. Blink. I looked around again. Blink. I downright stared. Blink.

What kind of freak show was this? Vampires here. Vampires there. Vampires ‘chilling' out on the roof. Vampires gathering around in circles, talking and gossiping. Vampires racing each other in the far corner of the yard. Vampires having wrestling competitions out front. Vampires washing up in the bathrooms. Vampires talking about killing techniques. Vampires watching the world news inside. Vampires scaling the outer walls of the house, racing up the side. Vampires running, hand in hand, to meet up with friends. Vampire mates kissing under trees and in the dark, secluded corners of some of the rooms.

Vampires everywhere.

Their scent was everywhere, too; on the grass, on the doorknobs, in the beds, on the bark of the trees, in the air. Christ, I could even smell them on the stove!

I turned from the sight before me to look at Maria, our official tour guide, you could call her. She stood, one hand perched on her hip, with a dazzling smile on her face. She was proud of this, proud of it all! She enjoyed the fact that two hundred innocent people had been bitten by her and turned into these bloodsuckers! She was like a mother who showed off her children, pointing out how that one had the power of telepathy or this one could lure any creature, human or vampire, to them in a matter of seconds. Her obvious admiration of it all turned my stomach.

And then there was Chester, the creepy leech who never strayed from her side, fiercely shielding her every time a stray leech stared at her in slight horror when they learned of ‘Noah's' murder. Even if Jared moved an inch, there he was in all his shining glory, teeth bared and eyes gleaming.

We had arrived just in time to see Chester kill Noah and even though I was surely a fan of the action of killing leeches, I couldn't get over the actual execution. I had killed parasites before, obviously, but there had been something so crude about this one. I had yet to even learn why Noah had been killed.

Actually, if I was telling the complete and honest truth, I had a lot of why's right about now. Not only did I wonder why Noah had been killed, but I wondered why Maria had done all of this. I knew Jasper had told Jacob one day not too long ago why he had so many scars and then I heard the story from Jacob in his mind, but I still wondered exactly why. In Jasper's stories, the armies had been made of twenty vampires. Not now. Maria had recruited a whole little encampment of bloodsuckers.

Then there was the question of why stay here. There were so many of them, too many, and they could easily attack us just as we could easily attack them. Several had glared at us upon our first arrival, burgundy slits on their repulsive wintry faces, hisses erupting from their pursed lips. Others had welcomed us with open arms, shouting happily at the help that had come. I had yet to find out why Maria wanted to help the Cullens so badly, but apparently her army did.

And they were all for it.

Paul, Jared, Quil, and Embry stayed in wolf form just to be safe as Maria led us through the campgrounds behind the old Southern mansion. Her vampires made way for her, like she was some sort of queen, as she stepped through, her bare feet barely touching the ground and the deep purple satin of her dress trailing behind her keen steps. The vampires who hadn't glared at us or welcomed us stepped aside, their faces thoughtful and cautious as the wolves weaved their way through not only the tall grass but the marble bodies before them. It must have been one of the strangest scenes I had ever seen yet.

I gazed up at the ancient house, looking at its crumbling shutters and shattered pillars. It slightly resembled the Cullen's place up in Forks but this was, though hard to believe, grander. A quick movement caught my eye above me and I snapped my attention from one side of the house to a window along the side. The curtain moved and the silhouette of someone came into focus but then slipped away. I shivered; I was so going to just pretend that never happened.

"You need to meet someone," Maria prattled, her twinkling voice higher than even the smallest of the Cullens, Alice. "You see, we've been expecting you for some time, my little shape shifters. We only knew of your existence from her and she's been waiting for you far longer than we have." She talked of this someone with a superior tone to her voice. I muffled my snort and rolled my eyes, glancing down at Seth.

Seth, unlike the rest of us who hated this experience and would forever dread the memory of all this utter creepiness, loved every second of it. He walked by my side, a slight hop in his step, as he smiled at every single leech he passed. He thought it was ‘cool' that Maria had made this army. Sure, he didn't agree with the technical moral issues, but he found the vampires friendly enough. One leech who looked to be about fifteen shadowed Seth's every movement, a testing smile on his lips and wickedly bright eyes.

I immediately put my arm around Seth's shoulders and pushed him in front of me, ignoring the little creeper following us.

Sam nodded in response to Maria's command, his eyes flickering from side to side at the rows upon rows of vampires. "That sounds, erm, good."

"Oh yes, it really is. I would be quite honored to meet her, too. Not too many have ever laid eyes on such supreme beauty before." I arched a brow at Maria and made a gagging sound. She talked like this person was God.

All Sam did was nod slightly in response while sharing anxious glances with all of us. "And you said you're going to try and help the Cullens, right? When are we going to do that?" My eyes went from Sam's towering form to Maria's tiny one and back. Maria lifted her head to look at Sam's face and gave a small smile.

"Well, you see," she began in her soprano voice, "we're expecting a few others. You are the first to arrive. Later today, we're awaiting the arrival of the other covens of the world. Knowing the Cullens, you probably know the Denali coven. I heard from a reliable source that they are close. Tonight, we wait for the Volturi and when dawn comes, we set off."

I looked at the deadly woman before me. The Volturi. The freaking Volturi were going to help the Cullens. Oh yeah. Very likely.

An unsettling growl arose from my brothers at the Italian name and the vampires surrounding us tensed slightly. Sam's cheeks were flushed and he rubbed his temples.

"You mean to tell me the Volturi's helping, too?" His eyebrows rose at the words Volturi and help in the same sentence. Maria nodded, an elegant look touching her features. Sam and I groaned simultaneously.

"Do you shape shifters have a problem with the Volturi?" Chester asked from Maria's side, his vivid eyes shining in what looked like amusement. I scowled at him as he turned to ask Sam his question, a smirk growing on his pale lips.

Sam grunted. "Not precisely. The Cullens did a few months back. It's a long story." Maria nodded, suspicion so obvious in her eyes, I felt like the world could see it. Chester made a sound at the back of his throat as he turned his head forward and continued on.

We came to the backdoor that had mesh material in place instead of glass. Embry, Jared, Paul, and Quil paused and sat down along the doorway, wary of the idea of allowing Sam, Seth, and I to go inside without them. Maria grasped onto the doorknob and opened it, ignoring the shocked greetings of even more vampires within the house's walls. They stepped forward, dressed in modern clothing, and smiled widely.

A young woman who, I suppose, would have been beautiful to any other human besides us, stepped forward and grinned. She had long blond hair that waved its way down her back and her eyes shone with innocence. "They have come!" She exclaimed, the slightest pink shade coloring her white cheeks. Maria nodded, her eyes gentle.

"Yes, Elizabeth, they have finally arrived." I stared at the two vampire women before me who then briefly conversed. I shook my head slightly, I would never understand vampires.

After waving Elizabeth back with her hand, Maria rejoined us and led us towards the front of the house. "She is waiting for you upstairs. Come," she commanded, turning abruptly to the left and taking a step up the front staircase. I looked up, turning my head back, at the winding grand staircase and let out a soft breath. This house must have once been stunning, an old, historical mansion like this. I could tell the leeches who now inhabited it had modernized it, painting the walls and decorating with small antiquities.

Seth yanked my hand and I snapped my open jaw shut. "Come on, Leah," he hissed from three steps above me. I rolled my eyes and followed him up the stairs, pretending like I didn't feel Elizabeth's penetrating ruby gaze on my back, along with every other vampire who had been in that first room.

I reached the top and brought up the rear, inspecting every surface of the old architect. There were old pictures hanging on the walls and I shuddered. The photographs were mostly black and white and faded with the eyes of the people within them beady and haunting. They were undoubtedly the owners of this old house and I suddenly wondered how Maria's reign over the building had come to be.

She led us down a hallway, taking her time as Chester trailed behind her. I peered quickly at the passing pictures, being observant of the faces looking back at me.

And then I stopped.

There was an old photo hanging, encased inside a beautiful ivory frame. The picture was old with a corner creased and the colors fading quickly. It was taken of a young woman, clearly human, with what seemed to be dark blue eyes. She was smiling delicately, the blond hair just above her ears pulled back into braids which wrapped around to the back of her head. There was something about her face, the naive beauty and wide eyes that seemed slightly familiar. She was holding a tulip to the bodice of her eyelet dress and a gold locket hung around her throat and fell before the hem.

I gasped, it was Elizabeth! Of course, everyone heard me, and they all turned, their faces surprised and impatient.

"Something you find interesting?" I struggled to close my once again open mouth at the sound of Maria's voice and decided to just merely point at the picture hanging before me. "Ah, yes, I wondered who would notice that. It's Elizabeth, the woman downstairs."

Seth stepped up beside me, his eyes narrowing at the picture. I thought he mumbled ‘pretty' under his breath but I wasn't paying attention.

"But...how?" I asked, looking from Maria's spookily kind gaze to the picture.

"You mean, how was she turned into a vampire? Actually, I do not know. I moved my army to this town in about 1958 and she was a newborn. She didn't know who changed her but when she came home to her parents, who had reported her missing, they immediately left, scared to death by the poor thing. It's stunning she had enough control not to kill her family but she's always been incredibly compassionate. She then ran to her human fiancée and pled for his help and when he was sure it was her soul haunting him, he shot himself. She joined my forces out of misery and allowed us to use her abandoned house." Maria said all of this so simply, like it was something as emotionless as a math problem.

I turned from the picture to glare at her, my face outraged. Because of this alien species, families would always fall apart. People would lose their lovers or their lives or even their sanity. Maria watched me in confusion.

"Can we continue? I'm sure Elizabeth would love to tell you about her past after you have spoken with-"

"Fine," I snapped, leaving the despairing picture to itself. Like hell would I talk to Elizabeth about her past. If I was her, I would never want any reminders of the dreadful events that followed my transformation.

Maria watched with narrowed eyes and then, as she walked on, spoke. "Do not pity her. She has found love in this life, you know. Just because she lost so much before we arrived, does not mean it cannot be restored once again." I rolled my eyes at her. How someone could ‘restore life' as a dead bloodsucker, I didn't know.

We finally came upon a closed door and Maria paused, her hand resting on the old, rustic doorknob. She turned back to us, her burgundy eyes straying on each of our faces, and then she turned it.

The door opened silently and she held the door open for us. Sam walked in first; his steps slow as if he was walking on ice. I followed behind him with Seth tugging on my arm as he came last. I jumped slightly as I heard the door close with a click and immediately thought Maria and Chester had locked us inside but then noticed the shadows moving along the walls were Maria and Chester.

The room before us was dark, the only source of light coming from the window on the left wall. The curtain hung loosely, dangling along the outer edges of the window, and I watched it sway. Suddenly, I knew this was the room that whoever had been watching us was in. I ignored the hair rising on the back of my neck and followed after Sam.

In reality, the room was quite large. It seemed to be a study with mahogany shelves covering the walls from top to bottom. Thick volumes covered the dusty shelves with complicated titles in all sorts of languages. In some spots, the dust was disturbed with small fingerprints. I tore my gaze from the sight, looking in front of me instead of at the lack of décor.

At the end of the room was a desk which appeared sleek and powerful. Some papers scattered the top but not many. Most of the desk was shrouded in shadows and I stepped closer, trying to peer behind the veil of darkness and see what was there. I could have sworn I saw something move behind it...

A pale hand slapped on the top of it and I jumped back, a wimpy squeak echoing from my lips. Sam turned his attention to the desk, as Seth did, too, and looked at the hand that lay on top of it in horror. I heard a small snicker behind me and decided to ignore Chester's taunting mockery.

There was a scraping sound and I gulped. It sounded like the sound a chair makes when you push it back and the feet scratch the floor noisily.

I felt stupid here. Ridiculously stupid. Here we were, three shape shifters, scared shitless at the sight of a hand on a desk.

There was a rustling and the hand moved upward, like someone was leaning on the desk. The fingernails were pitch black and long, like daggers were inserted into the very hand itself. Then, a wrist appeared, bending upwards to hold the weight of whoever was standing there, cloaked behind darkness. Slowly, a slender arm came into view and I could see that whoever it was, they were wearing long black sleeves over their arms.

"Hello, shape shifters. I'm so glad you finally made it." The voice was feminine. It was sharp, but sweet, with a note of relief coloring it.

And then the hand trailed to the right as, I presume, the woman stepped around the desk to see us face to face. I shared a panicked glance with Sam who simply shrugged and then glanced at Seth who watched with curious eyes.

I looked back at the figure coming forward and was able to make out the slight outline of a woman. She was tall, though still shorter than me, with narrow shoulders and a long torso.

But then I really saw her.

She stepped out from the shadows, her face coming into focus first as the rays of the sun outside shed light upon her. I gasped, taking a step back at the stunning beauty of her. I had seen vampires before, I wasn't dumb. I knew their ‘flawless' looks were from the venom but...but she was actually stunning. Her beauty didn't look unnatural; it didn't look fake or inhuman. It looked like it had been on her face for millions of years and was a part of her. It seemed as if she had never been human, had never felt the slight blush upon her fair cheeks or the sense of life flowing through her veins.

Her eyes were wide and a violet shade, like the color the sky is right as the sun is setting, a mixture of blues and purples and all ghostly colors. There was a kindling curiosity flaming within her irises and I looked at her devastating beauty with wide eyes. Her features were sharp, angled viciously but yet there was a soft look upon them. It was clear that though her features could almost be described as hawkish, she could easily make them appear as anything with her expressions. Her lips were a pale pink like the color of a barely blooming rose and the color was in such contrast to her wintry skin, it looked like they had been painted on.

The hair that started at her crown was black, the deepest shade of black I had ever seen. It was so dark; it could have blended in with the night sky. It was thick, falling in lustrous waves that reminded me of other girls on the reservation who had had the same type of volume. Her hair fell past her shoulders and ended in curling locks at her waist. I pulled my gaze from her features and looked at her skin. It was deathly pale, but not like the Cullens. The Cullens' skin had always looked so pale; it was like a corpse's. But hers was lively. Even though no blush colored her cheeks, you could almost see the power that rippled on the surface of her skin. It was also so serenely smooth and flawless that it reminded me of the surface of a sheet of paper.

She was dressed in a sweeping dress of black satin, like Maria's, but more dramatic. It had a piercingly low neckline complete with lace and silk and collected into a tight ring around her tiny waist and then flowed out from beneath her like a gothic fountain.

She was like a china doll of perfection. Though I couldn't place an exact physical age, she looked like she was about twenty or older. Young enough to look innocent and old enough to look powerful. She was so flawless, so incredibly heart-breaking. I wanted to puke.

For some reason, it was Seth who spoke up first. "Who are you?" he asked, genuinely curious. I could have smacked him for being so blunt but I was too busy watching the woman in front of us to respond. Her strange eyes widened briefly and then she laughed, a sound that shimmered in the dark room.

"Oh, my little one, what an excellent question! But, firstly, I have never met any creatures beside my own and humans. Would you mind telling me your names?" She asked with such kindness, such innocent charm, that Seth fell into her hands.

"Sure," he responded, his eyes falling on Sam. "This is Sam, our Pack leader, and my sister, Leah. Oh, and, I'm Seth." He waved his hand towards me as the woman walked closer and then leaned on the front of the desk. Seth fell silent, his lips turning down into a frown, and I felt his warm hand touch my arm.

She inspected each of us closely, her eyes trailing up and down. "I see," she sighed and then smiled, the corners of her full lips turning up into a motherly look. "Now, you ask me of my identity, yes?" Her eyes fell on Seth, who nodded quite excitedly, and then her face turned thoughtful at his reassurance.

"Of course, you know of vampires," she inquired, and then paused. We all nodded, spell bound by her. "Well, as you can probably guess, I am one, but...altered, shall we say? You may call me Eve, as I have told all the other vampires here. You see, I am the Eve of the vampire species. I was one of the first vampires to ever walk this earth."

And then, one by one, we all fell silent. I stared at...Eve...in awe. In my mind, I was shouting questions, though I kept my lips pursed. How was this even possible? How could someone who started a species still be alive? I had heard the Volturi were centuries old so she had to be older than them. She was living history before my eyes and all I could do was watch her in shock.

"Oh, cool! You're like Askasha then, right?" Seth was the first one to break the silence and I was so caught off guard by his question that I peeled my gaze from her to look at him.

Eve laughed again, her eyes glittering in the dark, and nodded. "I suppose you could call me that, Seth, but I'm not an Egyptian Queen. Actually, I'm much, much older." She laughed once again, her shoulders quivering beneath the thin material of her dress.

Sam and I shared a quick glance and then looked at Seth. "Since when do you read Anne Rice?" I asked, my brow arching. Seth merely snorted, his brown eyes rolling in annoyance.

"Leah, everyone knows Akasha. She's like the mother of all vampires." I continued to watch him with wide eyes but then released an exasperating sigh and turned back to Eve.

Sam shook the weirdness off and interrupted Seth's next Anne Rice inspired question. "What are you doing here, though? I mean, personally, shouldn't you be killing us now? We are your enemies."

Eve smiled gently at him, understanding his confusion. "Well, Sam Uley, I am here simply because I am needed here and I would never, in all my centuries of living on this earth, kill you or any of your ancestors. Place a werewolf before me and I might consider taking its life but not you for you are not exactly my enemy. You are the enemy of only some of my children. You saw how some of the vampires here welcomed you with open arms, yes? It is because most vampires of this world have never met you or heard of you. They're merely ecstatic to learn of another supernatural creature's existence in this world."

I gawked at her as she answered with a steady and calm voice.

I finally decided one thing: I sure as hell did not want to know how she knew his last name.

***

Jasper's Point of View

I walked from one end of the cell to the other, my arms crossed tightly in front of me with my head turned down. This was ridiculous. This was stupid. This was possibly the most idiotic idea I had ever heard of: testing a vampire's control.

I grumbled unintelligently. Who did they think they were? To test a vampire's control is like saying you're going to place a dead zebra before a lion and see what they do. It was absurd! Why would they so stupidly put a human life on the line for science? Did they have no morals or value of life?

Was the discovery that vampires existed more important to them than the life of a fellow mortal?

I groaned and leaned my head on the cold wall. When would it happen? Would it be today? Tomorrow? Who would it be? A scientist? Or an innocent passerby snatched off the streets? Where would it be? Would they move me to stop the mess from occurring? How would it be done? Slash their wrist and throw them into the cell? Kill them and toss in the dead body? Take a pin, gently push the head into their fingertip and shove them in? I knew each and every situation wouldn't end well for both the victim and I. I would kill no matter what.

Even if it was the shallowest scrape and blood wasn't even dripping from the wound, I would grab the vulnerable human and drain them.

I groaned once again and my head thumped into the wall. I had tried so hard, I told myself. I had tried to become like Edward and Carlisle. Like Alice. I had tried to be able to resist the scent and sight of human blood. I wanted to be like my family so desperately, to be like Bella who, just days after being changed, resisted the smell of a hunter and turned towards the other direction.

Why couldn't I be like them? I slammed my fist into the wall, turning my head sideways against the wall so I could watch the crack form. Why was it that I, the one who wanted so badly to be good, had to have obstacles and stupid tests thrown in my way? It wasn't fair. It wasn't just. It wasn't anything but cruel.

I had this feeling in my stomach, this gut-wrenching sensation that every single member of my family would pass this test. I could see it now: they lock in an innocent teenage girl who has a small paper cut and all rush to help her while I turn into a bloodsucking fiend and take her life from her.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, and pushed my head further into the wall. I could see it so clearly, the blush on her cheeks, the naivety in her eyes, the fright displayed on her face.

With a choking sound, I discovered this wasn't just an idea. This was reality. This was the past. Hadn't I done the same exact thing with Bella?

I turned to have my back to the wall and sunk down on my knees. It was the inevitable, wasn't it? I would once again be a killer in just a short amount of time no matter what happened. Edward's warnings couldn't save me now. Carlisle's advice wouldn't come in handy ever again. Alice's love would no longer be a comfort to me.

Instead, they would all look at me with disappointment in their eyes. I was the failed son, the black sheep, the bad influence. Carlisle would look at me with such pity in his gold eyes while I would peer back in shame with ruby ones. It would make me different. I would no longer be a Cullen for Cullens do not have burgundy eyes.

I wiped at my eyes, trying to cover the invisible tears. I wondered if maybe it would have been better if Edward had not told me anything. I wouldn't have to go through this torture of knowing I deserved nothing that I had been given in this life. Under no circumstances did I deserve my family or my wife. No man who kills so easily should have such a beautiful, perfect wife.

I let out a stumbling breath and clutched my sides in agony. Couldn't they just do it now? Get this over and done with? I felt like dying here while waiting for the moment the door would open and I would lose myself in temptation. I dreaded the feeling of all self awareness sinking and being replaced by a beast.

"Jazz, you ok?" I hissed out an agonized sigh as Emmett ‘s voice was heard from above. He was so concerned, so genuinely concerned that it made me hate myself even further. I didn't deserve a brother who cared for me so much.

"Jazz? What's going on?" I couldn't respond. I couldn't find the breath in my lungs to form an answer. My tongue wouldn't work to make the words that flitted through my mind. I'm ok. Go away. Yes, I'm fine. Why? Just leave me alone, Emmett.

What would I even say to him?

He grumbled above me and put his ear to the floor, acting like an idiot. A hysteric chuckle left my lips as I realized some things never changed. Emmett's childlike behavior would never be shaped or warped by time and neither would my behavior. I would always be a killer, just like Maria had told me all those decades ago.

"I'm serious, Jasper. What's happening down there? I hear footsteps and arguing. Do you hear that?" I paused, listening to his questions. I instantly focused on what was happening around me, not my own mental breakdown.

He was right. On my floor, there was a tumult of activity down the hall. There were a few shouts and curses and labored breathing and I smelled...

I smelled blood.

I could feel my own pupils dilate, my nostrils flare, and my tongue dart out and lick my lips. It was right outside my door; very faint but potent enough to capture my attention. I felt myself standing, my head cocking to the side as I listened to the conversations outside.

I did all these things without even noticing. I could feel my limbs reacting, my mind reeling, my senses going into overtime without my own conscious consent. I had signed away all free will the moment I had been transformed.

Inside my own head, I felt trapped. I couldn't do anything I wanted to. I couldn't be like Carlisle and simply turn away or offer a hand to help. I couldn't be like Edward and dash off to grab Carlisle's medicine bag. I couldn't be like Alice who would just stop breathing and stand on the sidelines.

And then I noticed I really never would be. I would be like Jasper, the beast who lusts after blood and looses all sanity the moment blood is spilt.

Instead of doing all those things I knew I should be doing, I was taking deep breaths, relishing in the smell of human blood. I was panting, waiting for it to touch my lips. I was inching closer to the door, desperate for a closer look. I was losing myself.

The door opened.