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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*


2. Chaotic Schemes

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Carlisle's Point of View

The nurses sat in shock as Timothy's last words drifted to a close, as did I. A dial tone replaced Tanya's voice on the other end of the phone, which I held tightly. I glanced down, paying no attention to the small crack forming in the metallic side of the phone.

"Emily?" I stepped closer to the counter at the nurse's station, glancing down at the young nurse. She looked up, caught off guard by my sudden presence.

"Yes, Dr. Cullen?" I froze, my face feeling like it really was the marble ice that it felt like. I moved my lips, but nothing came out.

How was this happening? How had they finally figured out centuries worth of disguises and secrets?

"I'm going to need to cancel my hours for the rest of the day," I murmured softly. She stared at me in surprise and then cracked a light hearted smile and giggled. I glanced down at her in surprise, how was this funny? I racked my brain to find a solution. Maybe she was in shock, I rationalized.

"Oh, you don't believe this vampire business, do you, Dr. Cullen? I swear, it's just a joke the government's playing on us! I promise, there's really no need to cancel appointments! Patty over there," she motioned towards an elderly nurse, "is practically waiting for the President to come on and tell us that that was just some big accident!" She shuffled her paperwork and shook her head, incredulously.

"No, no, Emily," I choked out. "No, I need my hours cancelled for a different reason. I just got off the phone with my aunt, apparently my uncle has passed," I lied, glancing beyond her head to continue staring at the television. Her eyes widened and she scurried to grab a pen and jot notes down on some sort of a notepad.

"Oh, of course! I'm so sorry, Dr. Cullen! Please, take all the time you need," she added. I nodded, glancing down at my vibrating phone. Edward, the screen read. I sighed, briefly closing my eyes.

"Thank you, Emily. I'll call in tomorrow on whether I'll be returning or not." If things are still the way they should, I silently added. She nodded quickly, cautiously looking over my shoulder at a stretcher that wheeled behind me, carrying a patient.

"Alright, sounds good, Dr. Cullen," she chirped as I turned, walking towards the exit. I pulled out my phone and flipped it open, ignoring Tanya's numerous voicemails and Edward's missed calls. I pressed in the buttons to dial the home phone number as the car keys jingled in my hands.

"Carlisle?! Thank God! What the hell is going on?" Jasper picked up before the first ring had even blended into the next. I sighed, shaking my head.

"I'm still trying to figure it out myself. Look, I want you to-"

"Tell the family we're leaving?" He volunteered. I stopped at my car, gulping, as I opened the door and stepped in. "Carlisle, I won't just sit back as the world practically blows up under our noses. You know me better than that. If I have to, I'll take Alice and run." I started the engine and backed out of the parking lot haphazardly. Things were happening too fast. Never before had such an emergency occurred. Were we even in this much of a frenzy just a month ago when the Volturi were coming?

"No, no. That won't be necessary, Jasper. Look, I say we sit tight. Tanya's going to keep us updated. I'll need to contact the other covens and see what they're up to. I'm thinking we'll meet up somewhere before this gets too out of hand-"

"Out of hand!? Carlisle, this already is out of hand! Don't you think being exposed to the whole world is a bit of an emergency?" He bit out. My hands tightened on the steering wheel. Yes, of course, he was right. Things already were out of hand and, like Tanya had said, they were only going to get worse before they got better.

"I know things are out of hand, Jasper," I calmly stated, "but, now, out of hand means to me that they have search warrants out. Hunts. Riots. The whole nine yards! Right now, I'm going to call Charlie Swan and see what he can do for us. It's clear by this Timothy Fitzgerald's tone that the government will want to recruit us; hunt us down and learn as much as they can. When it gets to that point, we'll think about leaving," I concluded. Jasper growled on the other line, I knew he wouldn't like this plan.

Jasper was one for action, to act without thinking. He was used to doing what he needed to when he should. He wasn't used to waiting on the commands of others or even planning for something.

"Carlisle, I understand but I-"

"Jasper, I'm going to have to ask you to just trust me on this, alright?" I steered the wheel down the winding road, ignoring the large raindrop that landed on the windshield.

"I do trust you on this, Carlisle, and I would never doubt your judgement. It's just that I have a strong feeling that things in the South are going to get real severe," he warned. I squinted through the rain, though I could see easily anyway. I wondered if he was right and suddenly was almost frightened.

"You mean with Maria?"

"Precisely. I mean, think about it for a second. I know you've never been this way, but I have. If the world suddenly knew about vampires and I was just a savage, ruthless killer, what would be the point in secrecy? There would be no reason to kill only when needed or to even hide in the sunlight. Carlisle, they're going to be in a killing frenzy. If I was still the same way, I wouldn't be wading this out! I would probably be out there, killing whoever I wanted to when I wanted to and ignoring any rules otherwise! Now that it's out, what's the Volturi going to do? Nothing!" My jaw locked into place at his words.

He was right. He was positively, absolutely, unfortunately right. Those members of the vampire species wouldn't care about keeping under cover. They would be almost advertising their immortality.

They would be walking the streets of any town, killing whomever they pleased.

"When?" I asked in a monotone.

"What do you mean 'when'?" He said, confused.

"When do you think they'll turn? You know these types of vampires best, Jasper. If you were down in the South, when would you decide to turn into such an oblivious, ignorant monster?" My throat felt impossibly dry as I spoke, clutching the phone close to my ear.

Jasper took a deep breath, calculating a timeline in his mind. I continued to drive, just miles away from the house.

"Well, in the next few days, of course. I would probably wait to confirm that they knew all that they said they did - and, of course, to see how many details they have. But, personally, I have a feeling they've already begun creating territories, battle plans, and hunting grounds. Knowing Maria, she most likely has her best men out scouting the areas already," he sighed.

"Jasper, what do you think of all of this? I want the most honest answer you can give me," I said sternly.

On the other line, I could hear Emmett and Jacob fighting in the background. Suddenly, their voices disappeared. I guessed Jasper had move from the vicinity.

"Honestly?" He murmured, more to himself than I. "Honestly, I don't know what to think. Alice's visions can't be trusted because of the mu - Jacob, and Edward's really only in such a frenzy because of Renesmee and Bella. I think the government is made of a bunch of idiots who don't know what they just got themselves into and are incredibly stupid to release to the public that they know. I mean, personally, I feel it was probably the most moronic thing this government has ever done since they have no real knowledge on the situation and have no clue how the vampires of the world will respond. I feel like, even though some may say we're in danger, we'll all come out of this. And, Carlisle, most importantly, I feel like this will drive the humans into endless insanity now that they know of our existence," He finished.

I took a deep breath; that was a lot to handle, surely. But, somewhere inside me, I knew everything he said was right.

"Thank you, Jasper, I appreciate the honesty. Tell the others I'm almost home, I just have one more call to make."

***

Charlie's Point of View

The television screen went to a dull, feminine daytime show as the Special Report ended. I had to quickly remind myself to snap my jaw shut as one of the most horrific things I had ever learned in my life was revealed to the whole population of the world.

"Holy shit, Chief! Did you hear that?" A younger officer looked up, eyes alight. He shook his head incredulously and guffawed.

"Yeah," I mumbled, absent-mindedly, "Yeah, kid. I did."

"Ha! I remember dressing up as vampires when I was just a little kid! You know, long black cape, plastic fangs. Now we hear they're real?" He snorted loudly, checking the bullets in his gun. If I was thinking straight, I would have yanked the handgun from his inexperienced hand and told him that no one in their right mind would ever do anything so dangerous in Forks that we needed to use a gun. But I wasn't. And so he continued handling the gun in the wrong position.

"Pretty odd, huh?" I murmured under my breath.

"Ah, Chief, I bet these 'vampires' are either real cool or so loserish, the government's gonna regret telling us and getting us so excited about it! Watch, they're just a bunch of lameass jerks who think they're vampires!" A sharp remark was caught on my tongue when the phone rang, shrill and high pitched.

I grabbed the phone, giving the evil eye to the officer who eyed the phone suspiciously. We never got calls in the office.

"Chief Swan, here. What can I do for 'ya?" The other line was briefly still as I waited.

"Good afternoon, Charlie. It's Carlisle Cullen." I froze at the sound of Carlisle's voice. I still didn't know too many details about him and his family, denying Jacob's seemingly endless knowledge on what he called 'bloodsuckers' and, even if he came to me now, I would deny knowing.

"Ah, Carlisle," I stepped into my barren office, closing the door behind me and ignoring the shocked look of the officer. "I take it you saw the news," I whispered quietly. The officer outside was so obviously listening, I felt pity for him; he had never learned the secrets of eavesdropping.

"Yes, Charlie, unfortunately I did. I had a question about it, if you don't mind," he paused. I twirled the phone line around my finger in delicate loops. My mind was still comprehending the special report and it took me a second to understand what he had said.

"Sure, of course. What is it?"

"I know it may be none of my business, but as a police officer, do you have any...inside information that others may not?" I gulped, listening to his hesitant voice. I reached up and rubbed my temples, straining my mind to reach to the furthest limits of my imagination. Vampires. Real.

I felt just as crappy as I had when Jacob had first broken the news.

"No, I'm afraid not. I hadn't heard about any of this until it came on the TV," I murmured. Carlisle's sigh was audible on the other line. "What do you think...is gonna happen now?" I inquired.

"It's hard to say, Charlie. I had been forewarned about this by a friend two days ago but I never thought it'd get this bad. Jasper predicts chaos, though, and I'm starting to think he's right." I pursed my lips. He sounded exhausted on the other line, weary and out of breath. I gazed at the rifle mounted on the wall. Would there be a situation to come in which I would need it soon?

"Do you think Forks is in danger?" My tone had taken the voice of Police Chief. Suddenly, this wasn't just about me and my personal issues. This was about the safety of the town and how it would affect us all. I had to think of others now.

Carlisle hesitated in his answer. "I can't answer that right now, Charlie. If any of the locals suspect my family and I, it could be. Look, I'm just arriving at the house and I've taken today off from work. I'll be gathering more information from the family. I'll let you know as soon as I find anything more out," he murmured. I nodded, even though I knew he couldn't see me.

"Sure, sure. And I'll let you guys know if I hear anything, though I doubt the feds would even think about a town this small when it comes to this," I chuckled. Carlisle laughed softly on the other end.

"Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate your help in all of this." His voice rang with sincerity and I grinned.

"It's the least I can do, Carlisle, it's the least I can do."

***

Maria's Point of View

"What do you propose we do, my love?" Noah purred, bowing at my feet. I pursed my lips, gazing towards the black screen which hung on the wall. Television. Really, the human's technologies got on my nerves once in a while. My closest comrades were gathered in the gloomy family room of the mansion we had been occupying for some time now, even though the other soldiers were able to hear us in the other rooms.

I sighed, my eyelids fluttering shut briefly. "I have lived for over five hundred years and never, not once, have I thought the world would learn of our existence -"

"How do we even know that what they say is contrite? How we do know they're not talking about something else?" Chester growled from the opposite corner. I hissed at his dark form, embedded in the shadows like a pale star in the night sky.

"Just because our identity has been blown does not mean you are suddenly able to interrupt me," I snapped. A warning growl formed deep in his throat, his gleaming cat-like red eyes full of bitterness. I arched an eyebrow, daring him to challenge me.

With the end of his growl came my continuation, "I just don't understand how they could have figured out."

"It doesn't matter, Maria, they know," Noah murmured, tucking a dark strand of my hair behind my ear. I glanced up at him, letting his words sink in. They know. How frustratingly odd.

"Yes, but how?" I stressed, crossing my tiny arms around my abdomen. It made no sense. Five hundred years of experience had gotten me nowhere when it came to understanding others of my kind. Any vampire knew the rules of the Volturi and they knew how stupid it would be to leave survivors of a hunt.

"I heard something," came a timid voice. I sharply turned my head, staring at the young girl I had changed not four weeks ago. Her ruby eyes were hesitant as she glanced from me back to her limp hands, cradled in her lap.

"Please, elaborate," I growled. She visibly flinched, her youthful face frightened. The 12 year old girl shivered under my gaze. What on earth was her name? Something with an H, perhaps? No, that wasn't it. Samantha? No, my mind told me it was a more rarer name. A name seldom given. I stared at her wide, nervous burgundy eyes and her frosty hair. It was so pale and thin, it reminded me of the moon. She would have been an adorable human girl if I hadn't rewarded her with immortality. Ah, I suddenly remembered her name was Penelope.

"I think there was a murder up in Canada. They, the humans, got it on tape," she shyly mumbled. I leaned back, tapping my long fingernails on the armrest. Interesting.

Noah glanced at me, his black eyes depthless. "What do we do?" He questioned, clasping my hand tightly in his. I resisted the urge to yank my hand back, though he was my current mate.

Yes, he'd be gone in the next year. I had my eyes on someone else in my army and had for the past month. Mates were simply temporary and always would be with me.

"Hmm, a good question," I murmured softly. Really, if the humans knew, what reason was there for secrecy? Or caution? Or even morals?

Chester sighed impatiently, his golden hair shining around his head like a halo. Ironic. He had always been known for his killing sprees and evil ways. Not exactly what I'd call heavenly or angelic, I thought.

"We ignore every single rule, every single belief, every single custom we had before," I decided. "As of now, we are not vampires in hiding, searching for food and denying our power. We are the rulers of this world. We could crush this earth in the palm of our hands. We could slaughter the world's people with just a nip of our teeth. There is no reason to obey the rules set by the cursed Volturi," I whispered, deathly quiet, my eyes thoughtful.

"And what do you think the Volturi will do when they find out about our rebellion?" Chester asked casually. I smiled, a bitter, ghostly, devilish grin.

"The Volturi," I hissed, "will finally realize just how threatening the armies of the South can be."

***

Emmett's Point of View


"And, tonight, breaking news has been released...," the television droned on, though no one was really watching it. I grumbled, glaring at the CNN host. Right when things had actually started to run smoothly, we get this surprise. I chuckled humorlessly; I couldn't remember the last time things had actually been 'normal'.

"Emmett, our lives are never 'normal'," Edward dryly commented, interrupting the tension in which covered the family room. I sent an icy look his way.

I fidgeted on the sofa, glancing upstairs. Carlisle was on the phone with Tanya in his office, discussing what to do. I cursed under my breath, how had our lives turned into this? I knew I usually wasn't the type for deep, meaningful thoughts but this was actually serious. I wondered sadly if the days where it was just us, being a crazy but loving family all the same, had disappeared and was replaced with hectic chaos.

I glanced towards the corner of the room at Jacob and my number one niece. Renesmee was cradled in his massive arms, curls dangling around her childish face. I exhaled deeply, who knew what we would be thrown into now? I found myself wondering what the humans would think of her if they discovered our family but immediately stopped at the sound of Edward's warning growl.

"What do you think will happen to me?" Jacob pondered aloud. I snorted, no offense to him but at the moment I wasn't exactly worried about him of all people.

"Dear, you don't have to worry. They most likely won't find out about you and your pack," Esme soothed. I picked at a loose thread on the sofa, listening in to not only the current conversation but also the CNN news report on the 'chilling, mysterious vampires'.

I snuck a peek at Jacob's face and could tell that Esme's words hadn't calmed him. I knew that if we all got 'recruited' into some kinky vampire camp, he'd follow loyally behind. Like a pet dog, I laughed.

Edward pursed his lips, smothering the smile in which caused the corners of his lips to twitch. I guessed I was right.

We all looked up expectantly at the sound of Carlisle's steps on the staircase. He walked in the room, looking exhausted and drained. Phone in hand, he stood behind Esme and I, seated on the sofa.

"Well?" I inquired. He rubbed his eyes and swallowed.

"We're leaving," he stated, ignoring Bella's small gasp. "Tanya's been in touch with the other covens and it seems as if they're all planning to meet up at a central point before details are released to the public." I narrowed my eyes as I turned to fully face him. Jacob's hold on Renesmee tightened the slightest.

Would he be allowed to come with us?

"Where are we meeting up?" Jasper asked. He glanced at Alice protectively, who cocked her head to the side, waiting for Carlisle's response.

"Mexico, it seems, Loreto to be exact. The Amazon coven is already on their way there to meet all of the covens once they arrive," he said. I nodded thoughtfully. It seemed like a good idea, I suppose.

"Who is all coming exactly?" Esme wondered.

"Everyone who was here last month and a few others," Carlisle answered. "We need to leave immediately. No one is sure what is to come next from the government, but I'm sure they'll be in a frenzy to not only calm everyone down but to release details on us. We're going to have to try to get over the border before anything else is released," he thought aloud. I nodded, along with the others.

"Well, it's a damn good thing Bella got Nessie and Jacob a passport," I grumbled as I stood from my seat on the sofa. Bella bit her lip but nodded, agreeing with me.

"Alright, we'll take the bare necessities, everyone," Carlisle ordered. "And, Alice, I mean bare necessities. Please, no numerous bags of clothes and shoes." Carlisle paused, giving her a warning glance. She huffed, marching towards the stairs. "After we're all done, meet me in the dining room. I want to go over some important details."

I sauntered towards the stairs, following a suddenly solemn Alice. I glanced back at Carlisle and Esme, who were sitting close on the sofa and whispering to one another in hushed tones. I sighed, they were talking too low for me to hear.

Edward's elbow nudged my back roughly as I snapped back to reality. Alice was already at the top of the stairs and Edward was agitated by my abrupt pause. I threw him a dark look over my shoulder as I ran up the stairs towards the room that belonged to Rose and I. She was already in there and packing things into a large Gucci bag. She glanced back at me through a curtain of cornsilk hair.

"Is there anything you want to bring?" Her spry hands worked over the bag, folding and zipping up so many zippers, I lost count of how many pockets there seemed to be.

"I'm guessing I can't bring my PS3, right?" I teased. She threw me a disparaging look over her shoulder. I stepped closer, thinking of anything I would actually need.

"No, Emmett. No video games. Plus," her voice lowered, "I doubt where we'll be in Mexico will even have electrical outlets." I wrinkled my nose in agreement. Once in Mexico, we'd most likely detach ourselves from all human civilization and be spending our time in the...rainforests. I sighed, I would miss my irritable grizzly bears only found in the north.

"Ah, true. Hmm." I considered what to bring. "Clothes?"

Rosalie stood with her hands on her hips as she gave me a pointed glare.

"Do you honestly think I would not pack you clothes? I know you don't have any knowledge in the fashion industry what so ever and I also know that if I left you to pack your own bag, it'd most likely be full of nothing but video games and worthless clothes from the 40's," she growled. I pursed my lips, trying my hardest not to laugh at my wife's face. Even when she was angry she was gorgeous.

"No, no, of course not, dear," I apologized as I often did. She rolled her eyes and turned back to her work.

I laid back on the bed, sighing as I stretched my arms out under my head. She was a blur of light as she worked around the room, picking up more important or sentimental things she valued. I closed my eyes briefly, enjoying the seconds I had left to relax.

"Emmett?" She asked quietly. My eyelids snapped open, not often did she use a soft, more gentler voice. She sat next to me, legs crossed in front of her, as her fingers trailed over the contours of my own hand.

"What is it, Rose?" She glanced up, her sparkling topaz eyes contained under her long, black lashes.

"What do you think will happen to us?" My eyes narrowed thoughtfully as I leaned up on my arm, facing her, but keeping my hand in place under her hesitant touch. It was a tough question, I decided. I had been hearing it so often in the last hour that I almost had an answer memorized. But Rose deserved more. She had the right to a more truthful answer.

I stared at the pattern that laced its way through the bedspread, pondering the question myself.

"I don't know, love," I murmured, eyes still downcast. "I'd like to think the world's occupants would be able to accept this truth and let us be but something in me thinks otherwise. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the idea of it, truthfully. It seems impossible that they would even believe in us after all these years of thinking our existence was a legend." She nodded, suddenly in deep thought.

"But, no matter what, I'll still be here," I smiled.