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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*

38. Epilogue -- Years in the Making

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10 Years Later

A sixteen year old girl wanders down the dirty streets of Philadelphia. Her sneakered feet slap on the hot sidewalk as she dodges gang members, lurking on every block corner. She glances over her shoulder nervously; squinting through the sunlight to make sure no one from the orphanage is following her.

She knows they know she gets the money from somewhere.

It's always been like this for her. It was a sort of system she had. Every month she'd leave the old shack she calls home and take a stroll down to the bank on Main Street. It's a hike; that she admitted. One she didn't exactly enjoy taking.

But when she gets there, when the clerk looks up with his dazzling smile, reserved for only his most wealthy clients, she feels special.

You see, every New Year's a mysteriously large sum of money would somehow find its way into her checking account. The first time it happened she was seven years old. Someone from the bank had hunted her down, found her in the orphanage, and told the owner, Shelley, that she had been given quite a bit of money.

She still remembers when the man from the bank came to get her, when she felt a surge of pride while she eavesdropped on their conversation in Shelley's unkempt office. Someone had given her something. It was the second time in her life anyone had ever given her a present, she had thought to herself as she twirled a golden chain around her finger that hung from her neck.

The banker had taken her down to the bank, a huffing Shelley in the passenger seat, and kindly explained everything to her. Back then, she had just thought the man was incredibly nice to take her to the bank and make sure she understood everything, using words a seven year old would comprehend.

Later, when she was older and wiser, she realized he had special instructions, instructions from whoever was giving her the money,

Which she actually knew, of course. The name was always on the checks, scrawled out in neat, swirly - yet masculine - calligraphy that made Brianna glower at her own messy handwriting in envy. The name read Jasper Whitlock, a name that would always be in the back of Brianna's mind.

Mr. Jasper Whitlock had always been a mystery in her life; an unsolved puzzle that kept her up late at night, thinking and dreaming about it all. She had never told anyone, not even little Susie who played with Brianna's hand-me-down dolls, what Jasper had talked to her about ten years ago. The memory was far too precious to her.

Yet Brianna had figured him out...sort of. She knew of vampires - who didn't? There were exclusive vampire buildings in downtown Philly, reserved for the dead population. And in school, a local high school she had enrolled herself into with her own money, they had even begun teaching about them.

She knew Jasper was a vampire.

Everyone knew Jasper was a vampire.

She knew he killed her father, the only relative she had left. She knew he couldn't have helped himself and, somehow, she understood. Once the dreadful details of what had gone on in the Williams Building had escaped to the public, she knew Jasper had never had a chance.

They had teased him with blood, like waving a gutted guppy in front of a hungry shark.

Only thing was that the guppy was her father and the shark, she sometimes felt, was a figure of her lonesome imagination.

Because these checks, these cherished checks that had given her almost a second life, were the only thing she had - besides the necklace - that was evidence of him ever intruding on her life. Not even Hannah, who talked to him that day, could remember the day he visited her. He was a well known vampire, a famous Cullen. But Brianna was Brianna and nothing more. She wasn't flawlessly beautiful or part of the dead population. So why would Jasper Whitlock's path ever cross with her own?

But she felt like Jasper was her friend, as silly as that sounded. She remembers being in middle school and the teachers had asked the students, curiously, if they had ever met a vampire. Brianna hadn't of been shy. She had raised her hand and told the class, smugly, that her vampire was a sort of guardian angel. She hadn't of minded the weird looks or the gasps then. Those ignorant children could think what they wanted about vampires.

She wasn't scared of them, either. She yearned for the day she walked down the street and saw a glittering woman or man on the other side. But few vampires came to Philly and the ones who did, well, they stayed in the shadows.

The world wasn't completely accepting of them yet.

She can so easily recall when one of the vampire delegates came to town a year ago. It was Carlisle Cullen, a blonde man and older looking than most of the Cullen ‘children'. Mature, Brianna had thought. He came to speak to the doctors of Penn University and he had the tightest security she had ever seen, though he was indestructible. Brianna knew all about the bodyguards he had, being one of the few people who tried to get past them.

Carlisle Cullen was a part of Jasper's coven. She had hoped, foolishly hoped, he could have taken her to Jasper.

The news station even aired his arrival on television.

She soon enters the bank, closing the door quickly behind her against the chilly breeze outside. These checks, they came every January 1st, but Brianna always took a bit out each month, just to get by. School wasn't exactly expensive. It was a local, prestigious private school and so she wore uniforms. There was no shopping for school clothes.

Though, she admits to herself, she did enjoy shopping for accessories.

Nowadays, Brianna feels like practically lives on her own. She gets up by herself, trying not to wake the other slumbering girls, and tip toes into the moldy bathroom where she takes her morning shower - with cold water - and brushes her teeth hurriedly with her self-bought toiletries.

She would get dressed in her scratchy uniform, pick a pair of earrings out and fix her hair until she looked spotlessly preppy. She didn't care if she appeared like a stereotype. Everyone who knew her well enough knew the poetic, quiet, bookworm Brianna who enjoys sketching in her spare notebook was anything but a loud mouth, excitable, average teenage girl.

She would leave the orphanage, somehow slipping by Shelley, and make her way to the nearest bus stop, seven blocks away. After the short bus trip, in which she'd check her Algebra equations and skim over the novel for English class, she'd stop in Starbucks and treat herself to a muffin and a warm Cappuccino for breakfast.

It was her routine, every day. She'd spend the majority of her day at school and even afterwards, she'd either spend her time studying in the library or strolling down the streets of Philadelphia. Sometime around five, she'd wander back to the orphanage and prepare dinner with food she bought with her money for the kids as Shelley napped on the sofa and Hannah took care of the babies.

Often times, Brianna pitied the other girls her age who lived at the orphanage. They'd send her hateful looks, knowing Brianna had a deep pocket of change and all they had were their scant clothes and slang.

There was a time Brianna had wanted to give her money to the orphanage. She had been thirteen and, mature beyond her years, she wanted to give the kids there good toys to play with, delicious food to eat, and clean clothes.

But when she thought about it, what had the orphanage ever done for her? Hannah never really cared about her and Shelley was just dying to get her greedy hands on her money.

So Brianna kept her money to herself. She spent a bit of money here and there for the little ones, the ones who actually liked her and didn't just pretend to be nice because of the money. She felt Jasper would have approved. It was his money, after all. And spending it on the people who deserved it, the kids who needed it the most, well, she just thought Jasper would have liked that.

She steps up to the counter of the bank and the clerk instantly knows her. He tells her to wait for just a moment as he retrieves her money. As he does so, Brianna checks her watch and taps her foot impatiently on the glossy tile.

She has her third driving lesson in thirty minutes. She doesn't want to be late.

He comes back, an envelope in hand, and she thanks him graciously as she pulls the paper from his hand into her own. As she steps back, allowing the next person to go up, she peeks inside and pulls out the hundred dollar bills.


All for her.

Just for this month, though. Just to get by. So she can pay her driving teacher and have enough money to buy her and the kids good meals.

The rest of the money, the ridiculously high amount of money, goes into her savings account. That way, she can write out her checks to the school each year.

And the rest? The meaningful check with Jasper Whitlock's name scribbled in the corner? That all goes into her college fund.


The Cullen family finally begins to feel accepted in Forks.

Finally. After all this time.

Chief Swan, obviously, was the first one to welcome them back kindly. It had taken nearly ten years for everyone else not to scurry to the other side of the sidewalk when they saw threatening Emmett walk down the street, arm looped with Rosalie's.

When Esme went shopping at the local grocery store for both her beloved granddaughter and Jacob, she had to put a brave face on as she settled the carton of milk into her basket, ignoring the frightful looks of Mrs. Newton.

When Carlisle worked at the hospital, he did nothing but sigh whenever someone came in with an injury and anxiously declined his help as the blood gushed from the wound. Not many of the residents trusted him as a physician, even if he had performed countless bloody surgeries before all of this had occurred.

And even little Renesmee's life was changed. When she went out, her tiny hand appearing crushed in Jacob's grip, she had to turn the other way as classmates of her parents pointedly stared. No one could get over Bella and Edward having a child. And it disturbed the males, like annoying Mike Newton, when they discovered they found their....child....attractive.

The family as a whole had discussed moving out numerous times. But why move to a strange new town and start from the beginning when they were already making progress?

Carlisle doubted any hospital in a small town would take him. Believe it or not, but the leader of the coven had already received letters from large, well known hospitals all over the world, asking for him to come. But the close knit family didn't want to move to a high populated city just yet. They enjoyed Forks, enjoyed most of the residents.

And if they did have to move, they would move to another small town, to a town with a local hospital which wouldn't trust Carlisle. So they stayed where they were, immersed in the deep forest on the outskirts in their mansion as legendary figures of the town.

But now that things have wound down considerably, it's becoming more positive in the Cullen household. The town of Forks is more accepting now that they have realized none of the locals will ever disappear because of a vampire attack.

They're beginning to trust the local vampires.

Ben Cheney actually waves and makes conversation with Edward when he sees him in town and Angela (now a Cheney, also) invites the couple, Bella and Edward, to come over their house one night.

Mike, with a goofy smile on his face, accepts Rosalie's help when she's driving down the highway one afternoon and sees the pestering blonde standing on the side of the road with a burnt out engine

And the wolves really couldn't be happier. What's to be upset about? It's now easier, without the whole secrecy policy. They can stroll through La Push, shirtless, and not receive odd looks from clueless locals.

And then there are the girls.

Each Pack member who hasn't Imprinted goes into town each day to find local women smiling and flirting with them, hoping to be ‘The One'. They suppose it's just a fad: mythological boyfriends. But, while the interest lasts, they don't mind the attention.

Heck, even Jessica Stanley is making trips down to the rez each afternoon as she tries to make conversation with Embry Call.

Even though the Pack's changed a bit, they still stay together. Sam's stopped phasing so he can spend more time with Emily and their two kids. Jared stopped phasing, too, and he's happily married to a very pregnant Kim. Paul...well, he's definitely still phasing though Rachel is ‘coaching' him through anger management. Quil's as happy as a clam since Claire's just about to reach the age of fifteen. Not old enough, but getting there. He's 99.9% sure his little Imprint has a crush on him, too, which causes him to smile every single time he hears her giggle to her friends on the phone at night as she casts him curious glances.

Claire knows about him being a shape shifter, obviously. And she has a hunch she's his Imprint. Why else would Quil send away his suitors when in the parking lot of the local stores? Why else would he spend so much time with her, asking about school, friends, and with the occasional nervous gulp, boys?

Leah's happy with Brody. After things settled down, he eagerly moved from his small apartment in Connecticut to a small house in La Push. He claimed, with a teasing wink, that he was excited to be in the middle of the action. Leah knew he just wanted to be close to her, which made her burst with excitement.

It was a bit of a rocky start, Leah getting used to actually loving someone instead of acting moody all the time. And Brody took a while to get acquainted with the supernatural locals of both the overwhelming shape shifter Pack and the secretive Cullen family. He still likes to see Renesmee every week, much to Jacob's increasing jealously, and is considered one of the few humans in the Olympic Peninsula to be completely trusted by both sides. Now, though, ten years later after Leah first set her eyes on her soul mate, they're married. Leah doesn't want kids just yet and still has to find out if she can even become pregnant, in the first place. It doesn't matter to Brody, though. He knows as long as she's happy, he is, too.

And then there's Jacob. Jacob, who proposed to 17 year old looking Renesmee with a confident smile and a large ring. Though Renesmee squealed a high pitched, enthusiastic ‘Yes!', her parents just had to step in.

The night Jacob proposed, Edward snarled a lot, Bella pursed her lips a great deal, and Renesmee whined with the stubbornness any teenage girl is capable of. Jacob just silently mentally pled, over and over, to his hopefully soon to be father in law...

...which turned out not to be such a great idea, after all. Edward immediately snapped his incisors in his direction and growled.

By dawn, they had come to an agreement. Edward sulked in a chair, arms crossed as he shot daggers at the grinning pup across the table from him as Bella explained that they would allow the young couple to be married. Just as long as it took Alice a long, long time to plan it.

Secretly, Edward hoped it took Alice all of eternity to get things right.

And soon, the date was set. Alice skipped around the Cullen house, on the phone day and night with designers in Paris, Tokyo, and Milan. She wanted everything to be perfect for her only niece and would settle for no less. Edward was immensely relieved at this. Alice could do great things with a deadline but even better without one and he figured it would take her about two years to be sure everything was just the way she wanted.

This all happened six months ago. Six months later, ten years after everything had originally gone down in Washington D.C., the wedding is still being planned. Esme is constructing a place for the newlyweds, something that reminds Bella of her own little cottage, still in use with Edward, who now hates the very idea of Jacob being alone with his daughter anywhere.

The whole family is busy, as is the shape shifter Pack. They all figure this would be the last bridge between both supernatural parties. The Alpha marrying the prized hybrid-thing. What a classic tale.

There was only one family member of the Cullen household who spent a minimal amount of time in Forks.



Jasper spent much of his time in the South, much to Alice's hidden dismay.

It wasn't that he disliked Forks or his family. He loved both a great deal. Every weekend he'd buy a ticket up to Seattle and fly up there to be with his family and often, Alice would drag her laptop down to the South as she argued with caterers and chapels via her cell phone.

After everything had happened ten years ago, Jasper had returned to Forks with his family, happy and relaxed. It was where he belonged, his arm around Alice's waist as he joked about Emmett's degrading IQ. But some time later, about two months after they had gotten off the airplane and drove back to their home, his emotions began to decline.

Depression wasn't it, he knew that. He was in better spirits then he ever had been before. He was socializing more, becoming a more active family member, and spending more time with his wife. It just seemed to become more often that he found himself thinking back to his cold, dead human family, lying underground in the South.

Of course he knew his relatives, the ones alive, thanks to the government's slightly odd plan. He had even met a few of his distant nieces and nephews, and was shocked to find some of them strongly resembling family members he had known in the flesh. One of his older brother's, Laurence's, great great grandsons was the spitting image of Laurence himself.

Most of the Cullen family had now come across some sort of relative. Their presence didn't affect them too much, except for Emmett who loved to arm wrestle with his young great nephews and then brag when he won during the time their parents hesitantly flew them up to Forks from Nashville. And every so often, Alice would fly to Biloxi and treat her now elderly niece and her daughters to some shopping and fashion.

There were some family members in the Cullen house who chose to remain distant from their human families. Rosalie got the chance to meet one of her younger brothers and even told him what had happened with Royce but once she left his hospital room, she never looked back. It was too painful for her to go back that far, for to her remember she actually had human family. So she met her brother, Daniel, clutched his hand tightly as he called her Rosie, and then let him be.

Others, like Carlisle, found that it was a bit difficult to trace back his roots. He didn't have any siblings so that left out the option of distant nieces and nephews. His mother had a sister, however, who had many children and so he spent some time going down that family tree but it grew to be too extensive. It turned out he had cousins in almost every part of the United Kingdom.

Edward didn't really have anyone. Both parents had been only children and he didn't care that much to go even further back to trace his grandparent's siblings' children. To him, it seemed like a waste.

And Esme was a difficult one, as Carlisle expected. She could have found grandchildren and great grandchildren but, as the painful memory arose, her child had passed. She had one older brother who, she discovered, had died in the war. And once she learned that, she lost interest in finding her roots in modern America.

But Jasper enjoyed his family's company, as did Emmett. Emmett never grew tired of discussing his preteen nephews, who all had matching dimples and missing teeth.

Once Jasper's mind had been made up and he told Alice he wanted to go back to the South, she understood. She didn't go with him, which she normally would have done. Something in her knew he needed to do this alone.

So she kissed him goodbye, hugged him tightly, and demanded he call her once he arrived back in Texas. He returned her goodbyes with a charming smile and a sweet farewell complete with a slight Southern accent.

He arrived in Texas safely except for the few irritating shout outs to the only vampire in the Seattle airport. His precious Cadillac had been waiting for him in the garage of the familiar San Antonio airport and purred to life as soon as he put the key in the ignition.

With his living family's approval, he had bought the old plantation. His nieces and nephews had actually strongly encouraged him to restore it, much to his liking.

It had taken him quite a bit of money, time, and patience to reconstruct the house how he remembered it. Maria dropped in every once in a while, a delicate smile on her carefree face as she watched in the doorway as the workers moved over the lawn, carrying scraps of wood and pints of paint.

"I knew you could do it," she had told him once as she leaned against the open front doorway. It had been almost eight months since he had arrived back in the Southern heat, ten months since everything had happened.

He had laughed from the kitchen as he scrolled through the numerous blue prints. It felt good to laugh. Good to be happy and busy, his mind on this and not worrying about other things. "I knew I could, too," he had remarked.

It had taken nearly three years to perfect the plantation. One and a half years for the house to be remodeled and put back together, glossy new windows set in and a fresh coating of paint covering the outside. And another one and a half to put everything back together inside. He had needed to paint the walls, struggling to remember their original shade from his childhood, and buy all new necessities.

Jasper had wanted actual antique furniture to be placed inside. None of that modern stuff he detested. Alice had helped him with that when she flew down as her fingers typed hurriedly over the keys of her keyboard as she called antique shops and looked on every website she could think of.

The couple, though often separated, was blissfully happy. Jasper enjoyed his time down south, either catching up with Maria in her own large mansion miles away or revisiting old places he used to spend time at. And Alice was happy because he was. She couldn't remember if she had ever seen him this excited about something, this worked up over a small project like this.

The rest of the Cullen family had all flown down once Jasper had announced on a phone call to Edward that the house was finished, exactly three years, five months, and seventeen days since he had originally left Forks to come to the South. Alice insisted on placing a red ribbon across the doorway and ordered one of those obnoxiously large pairs of scissors.

Once the family had arrived, she had squealed and sliced the ribbon with those Ebay-bought scissors. Jasper had laughed, smiling down adoringly at his wife, and even Maria and Chester had come, hands intertwined and smiles on their faces.

Everyone had loved the house. Esme treated it like a glass doll, touching each and every surface lightly with her fingertips with glazed eyes. Bella had felt like she had been taken back in time towards the Civil War era as she studied the Whitlock family pictures on the walls. And even Rosalie congratulated her ‘twin' brother and told him, quietly, that the house was simply stunning.

The family had come and gone, spending a long weekend down on the plantation and then leaving the house to Jasper and Alice. Carlisle had needed to get back to the hospital and Esme was starting up a décor business for the west coast. She was busy investing and talking to agents on the phone.

And soon, even Alice had left. The house was a sort of retreat for the couple but sometimes Alice felt like Jasper would rather spend eternity there than anywhere else. So she grabbed her bags and left her husband down on his Southern plantation where he spent hours wandering the old halls and reminiscing about past memories.

Soon after his wife had left him there, he invited the rest of his living family to see the house. They all agreed on one thing: Violet, the main caretaker of the property, would have loved it.

Jasper's favorite spot on the whole grounds, one he hadn't shown the rest of his family when they had been down, was the cemetery.

Alice knew of it, though he wasn't sure if she had ever ventured out there alone or not.

He had hired someone to cut down the weeds and polish the headstones. The creaking fence was oiled until the black onyx sparkled under the midday sun and now blossoming flowers made it appear as if a garden, not a burial site.

For some reason, he enjoyed being out there. He supposed it was some morbid fascination but sitting out there on the grass near the graves calmed him. He liked hearing the chirping of the birds, the scurrying of the animals inside the woods, and the memories that floated back to him.

It was a thinking spot to him. He sat there and thought of everything and anything. One thing he often went back to was Brianna.

He had told Alice of her. He had to. But she couldn't understand. When he struggled to describe this odd paternal sense he felt for the little girl tucked away in Philadelphia, her slender brows would furrow and her lips pucker. When another chunk of money disappeared from their accounts, she scowled and continued flicking through the bills.

It disappointed him a bit, not to be able to share this with her. But then he thought back to everything he had never mentioned to her, and he didn't feel so bad.

Everyone had their secrets, right?


Renee Dwyer was a busy woman.

So busy, in fact, that her husband, Phil, was beginning to see her only once or twice a week.

She had a wedding to help with and so, at all hours it seemed, she was either on the phone with her dead daughter, Bella - who she now accepted as a vampire and had for almost ten years - or her now official good friend, Alice, or even Esme.

It amazed Renee to think back to ten years ago when her daughter had married her high school sweetheart, Edward Cullen. She had been kept in the dark about a lot of things, like her own granddaughter.

A part of Renee thought that if she had kept close, if she had called Bella more or even moved closer, she would have picked up on certain things about her son-in-law. Like the fact that him and his family were vampires.

When she first saw their faces on the news, labeled as vampires, Renee had been in denial. When her next door neighbor had said, "Hey, Renee, isn't that your daughter on the television?" Renee had laughed a hysterical giggle, waved her hand, and said, "Oh, Marg, you're such an old coot. No, that's not Bella. Bella's in Forks."

And when Bella was freed to come home after Phil and she had flown up to Forks, she wasn't sure she could handle it all.

But now she was ok. Better than ok, actually. She was perfect. After a long talk to Bella on the phone, in which both women broke down crying, the paranormal-loving side of her had accepted the fact that her baby girl was a vampire.

There were no hard feelings towards Edward for changing Bella into such a thing. She could see her daughter was brilliantly happy, practically radiating joy in a way Renee had never seen Bella do. So instead of yelling at the furiously handsome (Renee still felt guilty about thinking her own daughter's husband was attractive. She felt even guiltier when she discovered he was old enough to be her grandfather) husband, she pulled him aside and thanked him sincerely.

Now, ten years later, Renee couldn't imagine her life without the adorable little phone calls from engaged Renesmee in which her granddaughter gushed and giggled. She wasn't one of those bothersome ‘vampire-haters' that you once and a while heard about. She wasn't prejudiced.

She loved the Cullens. Even with all of their differences, she adored their unique lifestyle and quirks. She found it endearing when the boys fought or wrestled on the front lawn and loved to chat with Esme over a glass of lemonade when she often visited.

She almost felt like she belonged with the Cullens, something Phil teased her about endlessly. She admired their family, admired how close they were and how, no matter how much time passed, they all stayed together.

And four years later, when she had realized she was pregnant, the first thing she had told Bella, in person of course - she would never announce this type of news to her firstborn over the phone, was that Carlisle was, without any excuses, to be her doctor. Awkwardness aside, she trusted the blonde man with her life.

At first, when she discovered she was pregnant, she felt incredibly bad for her ex husband, Charlie. Renee didn't exactly like his new wife, Sue Clearwater, but Charlie seemed to be happy enough with her. But Renee doubted he'd ever start a second family and, because of that, she was constantly worrying about him. In the end, it had even taken Jasper to assure her that, yes, Charlie was quite happy with his new life.

Things ran smoothly. She gave birth to a beautiful, blue eyed baby boy nine months later with Carlisle in the room and Bella waiting anxiously in the waiting room with her own family beside her.

There was a part of Renee that felt envious of her baby boy. Her son would never have to go through such a bitter transition that the world was still coping with. He would grow up, used to the thought of vampires and shape shifters and the supernatural. She wanted her son, named Nicolas, to be used to the idea of existing monsters.

With Phil's input, in which he agreed, Renee decided at the earliest age possible, they would tell Nicolas all about supernatural creatures. The Cullens would be present in his life, of course. Renee wanted Bella to fulfill her role of older sister and even forced the tiny newborn into her grown up daughter's arms in the hospital room.

Three years later, Renee had a second daughter.

It was unexpected.

Nine months flew by quickly as she struggled to keep up with the ever growing Nicolas and Phil, thankfully, helped out. The new baby came before the due date and so Carlisle was unable to be there, but rushed across the states, with Bella and Edward in tow, to be there as soon as they could.

The baby's, Lucy's, had matching eyes as her older brother. While Nicolas had dark brown hair, the same shade as Bella's, Lucy was a fair child. Her blonde peach fuzz soon grew into loose blonde curls that hung from her head adorably.

Time passed for the Dwyer family and before Renee knew it, she was sending a six year old Nicolas to first grade, helping him onto the big yellow bus as she held Lucy on her hip. By day, she was SuperMom and by night, planner of her granddaughter's wedding.

It was an unconventional family, anyone could see that. A woman with two little children already planning a grandchild's wedding? Insane. And not many people could say vampires were constantly present in their life.

Yet Renee was happy as ever. In time, she simply fell in love with Edward and she had decided he was the best son-in-law anyone could have. She adored Jacob and his quick wit and boyish grins and knew there was no one better for Renesmee to spend the rest of her life - the rest of eternity - with.

To Renee, she had the perfect life. The perfect family.

She had the supernatural family on one side, complete with protective vampires who laughed at her scatter brained ways and teased her endlessly. She had the shape shifters who invited her over to their chaotic dinners and interesting bonfires.

And on the other, a human family, complete with two healthy, growing, smart children and a loving husband. It was all she could ever ask for.

There was only one thing that bothered Renee, and it was the only thing that kept her awake late into the night, worrying and sniffling.

And that was time.

How much time would Renee have until she passed away, like every other human, and leave behind her supernatural family, which would live on forever and ever without her?


Tanya quickly decided Australia was the perfect vacation spot.

Her years were quickly split into two separate sections, beginning almost as soon as everything with Adam and Eve had ended, ten years ago. These sections were ‘Cold' and ‘Warm'.

Six months out of the year, she and Kayden would spend hunting caribou and skiing down the mountains in Denali. The whole Australian coven would come up and it'd be one happy gathering; her coven and his.

The two groups got along so well, they practically formed one huge coven. Everything was utterly perfect.

That was the ‘Cold' part of her year, when she spent time in snowdrifts and in the Alaskan wilderness.

The ‘Warm' part of her year was spent in Australia, on beaches and in the outback. It was hot, meaning it was sunny, but the people there seemed to be much more open minded about the whole ‘vampire' thing than anywhere else.

The Australian coven had a large yacht and so for some time, they'd be out in the Pacific Ocean, poking and prodding at menacing sharks and swimming with the fish in the Great Barrier Reef. It was exotic and foreign to her, ever thrilling and invigorating. Her nights were spent stargazing on the shores in nothing but a bikini and a towel as the rest of her family told tales and played games.

By the time those six months were over, she always looked forward to getting back to the North. She would be cranky from the heat, though it didn't affect her too much, and it seemed like her hair would be permanently frizzled from the hot weather.

But, of course, by the end of her six months in Denali, she'd be tired of the cold and excited for the upcoming months in Australia.

Both covens knew this system couldn't go on forever. It was fun, though, and they were used to one another. They loved each other, actually. But it couldn't last forever. One day, either Kayden would leave the Australians for good or Tanya would leave her coven forever.

And one day, six years after the whole vampire fiasco, something along those lines did occur. Kayden and Tanya decided to go hiking through Europe and Asia for six months. They wanted time to themselves, time without the burning heat or the numbing cold.

Once they were gone, Tanya's extensive bags piled high on the cart in the airport in New York City and both covens hugging the couple tightly, neither group knew exactly what to do.

It was the Denali coven's turn to host the Australians in Alaska but, without their leader, the Australians weren't sure if they wanted to go. It was a strange situation.

So both covens went back the way they came, the Denali coven to Denali and the Australians to Australia. And six months later, when a glowing Tanya and Kayden returned from a trip down the Rhine River Valley in Germany, they were stumped to find their families separated.

It was the first large fight the couple ever really had. Tanya defended her coven through hisses and snaps and Kayden stormed around with clenched fists as he yelled. They were beginning to worry this couldn't work out: the leaders of two large covens being together. Neither one knew which coven to stay with.

So Kayden left, which surprised them both.

Tanya was heartbroken, left sobbing by the door as he angrily slammed it shut and jumped in his truck and sped off, towards the direction of the airport. For almost seven months, she never heard from him again.

She wandered back to Denali, without her mate, and was taken in by her coven. Kayden made his way to Australia where his coven quickly glanced away from his stormy expression once they saw Tanya wasn't by his side.

He finally called her, seven months later, a frenzied apology on his lips but she furiously hung up on him. She was Tanya Denali. She didn't accept apologies from men and never had.

Almost a year to the day he left, Kayden returned. He got on a large plane taking him from Sydney to Los Angeles where he'd board another, taking him to Juneau. The flights were long, the plane stuffy with the sharp scent of so many humans, and his eyes quickly turned black.

When he arrived, he drove to the old Denali place and begged Carmen to let him see Tanya. Grudgingly, she did, and clucked her tongue disapprovingly as he stepped in the house as she grumbled in old Spanish. Tanya came down the staircase, arms crossed and face cold, unwelcoming his very presence.

After hours of groveling and even more hours of pouring his heart and soul out to her, she clenched her jaw, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and in a classic Tanya attitude, forgave him in a robotic voice.

The couple then searched for a way to make this work, Kayden accepting any idea as long as he got to keep Tanya with him. The two quickly came up with the possibility that four months of the year could be spent in Denali, four in Australia, and four by themselves. It seemed like the perfect plan to Kayden, though Tanya was a bit reluctant. She didn't enjoy the idea of being away from her family for eight long months.

But it worked. Somehow, she made it work and the two went on with the rest of their lives, switching it up every four months. The first year they tried it, it was a bit hard but quickly, things ran smoothly. It seemed like sometime during the four months the couple was off by themselves, both covens would gather together anyway to see each other.

Ten years later, everything seemed to be going how it should be. Tanya had experienced her first heartache, something she never wanted to go through again, and Kayden had realized just how much she meant to him.

It seemed like what happened ten years ago was ancient history.


The Volturi were a bit restless.

Aro got over his dispute with Adam as soon as he realized the celebrity status that came from being a past vampire ruler. The privilege that came from it overtook him. He took advantage of the fame a bit, he admitted, but loved it nonetheless. People bowed down to him in the streets of Volterra, fans left gifts for him, and he couldn't be happier from the fame he was rewarded.

Marcus couldn't care less about anything. He remained in his tower, reading books and remembering the old days when vampires were not known. A part of him missed those days, when they lived in secrecy. Now it seemed he was constantly declining interviews with numerous newspaper companies or talk shows.

He didn't talk for Christ's sake. He was tired of having to get Aro to explain that to people who jabbed microphones in front of his face.

So he retreated to his room where he kept to himself. It was a bit boring, yes. But it was all he really wanted to do.

Caius was aiming for a position as a Supreme Court judge in the United States. Every time he mentioned it, either Demetri or Felix would burst into laughter, but he did not care. He thought he'd be excellent at the job. Of course, he'd want to give everyone the death penalty - and be the one to execute them - but he thought it'd be a fun job.

Either way, the three brothers still resided in their kingdom in Volterra. Their guards were still there, protecting their every move, and somewhere along the way, damned Felix had accidentally bitten Gianna and poor, little Jane still had her eyes and mouth sewed shut.

They had a bit of trouble accustoming to the vegetarian lifestyle but every year, there would be at least one day where they'd treat themselves to some tasty young humans.

As long as the government never found out, where was the harm in letting their guard slip?

Of course, once any human went missing, anywhere at any time, the government immediately went to the vampires. It was a fact that bothered the Volturi endlessly. It was just protocol, however, and the three brothers figured they'd best get used to it.

The first ten years of being exposed to the world was almost uneventful for the Volturi. They stayed in Volterra, Aro giddily talking to reporters outside, loving his time in the limelight. He had a book deal with Random House Publications to write a biography, something he was gleefully working on in his office. It was one of many events to occur during these ten years that made Marcus roll his eyes.

There was nothing too interesting. The vampire world was calm, surprisingly. The world was slowly accepting vampires and many were becoming obsessive. There were many interviews, many articles written about them. Though probably 95% of the population was frightened by them, there was a sick sort of absorption that the world had with its vampire population.

And that was all that ever happened with the Volturi. The only one who took their sudden lack of power over the vampire world roughly was Aro, who distracted himself with humans. Marcus and Caius immediately handed everything over to the twins.

Time moved on, piercingly slow for others and devastatingly fast for some.


The South was the hit spot for rogue vampires who needed guidance.

Maria began to feel like she was a sort of counselor for newborn vampires. Elizabeth's mansion served as her and Chester's house and once a vampire passed through, she, with an exhausted sigh, welcomed them with open arms.

The white mansion was a meeting place. It was now known all over the vampire world that this was where you went when you were either A) in trouble B) needed help C) homeless or D) had some sort of valuable information. There would always be a vampire there, whether it was Maria or Chester or random soldiers in her army. There would always be help.

After the conference ten years ago, Maria let her army free. The state of Texas must have felt quite burdened by the highest vampire population ever recorded all clumped together within one county.

Some went immediately, promising to return some day. Others tagged behind, not exactly what Maria would call excited to get into the real world.

It was a sad day; the day Maria told her babies, her soldiers, that freedom was theirs for the taking. She felt like a mother hen, watching her chicks run off. She knew she'd see them some day. They were immortal, for crying out loud, and without the threat of other vampires, they'd be here for a long, long time.

Somehow, their paths would have to cross again.

But by the end of that first year, when it was just her, Chester, and a small amount of fifteen other vampires, she was still saddened as another and another left. She felt a bit empty without them, a bit useless.

Ten years passed slowly for her. Vampires came and went, always ones she already knew. Once in a while, the Washington D.C. coven would stop in and Brandon, ever the womanizer, would flirt endlessly with Maria, annoying the hell out of Chester.

It was always those visits that Maria enjoyed, the light-hearted, amusing ones where she sat between both men and laughed for hours on end at Brandon's oblivious compliments and Chester's warning growls.

In a way, Maria was happy. How could she not be? She had ultimate freedom, a man who loved her, and was constantly surrounded by friends. She never knew when someone would drop in, whistling as they walked down the lane that went by the house and looking for the central spot for vampires.

And of course she liked to help with Jasper and the plantation, something that surprisingly put a smile on Chester's face. He said he liked to watch her actually put effort into something one day as she struggled to use a saw properly. That earned a snarl from her and she angrily chucked the worthless tool directly at his head.

But other than that, the South was calm. Vampires drifted in and vampires drifted out. Jasper was almost ever present and would drop in quite often.

It warmed Maria's heart to see the two most important people in her life get along. The two men often found themselves discussing fighting techniques and practicing on each other. By the end of one day, Jasper was grinning ear to ear, proud he had perfected another move and Chester was huffing and puffing from the workout Jasper had given him.

Jasper insisted that when fighting, Chester was not allowed to use his power, something Maria found amusing.

The three were like old friends. They stayed out all night, running through the forests or watching the stars. It was a peaceful routine, something Maria quickly adapted to.

One time Maria asked Jasper if he missed his family as he placed a large oak bookshelf in his destined office. He had glanced over his shoulder, covered in saw dust, and shrugged.

"Yes, of course I do," he had told her, "But I have eternity to be with them, don't I?"

He had said it lightly but it had struck Maria as important. It had reminded her that she had eternity. Eternity. It was a long time.

She couldn't imagine finding enough to do in all that time.


On the outskirts of Bucharest, Romania is one of the most stunning, ancient, and regal-looking mansions.

And inside this mansion, lives two of the most stunning, ancient, and regal-looking vampires.

Adam and Eve were finally, finally, living out the dreams they wanted. The vampire world was calming down, the human population beginning to welcome vampires into everyday life, and they themselves felt like they were living in paradise.

As two of the rarest creatures on Earth, they rarely felt like they belonged anywhere, even with their own species. So they moved into the isolated mansion with its peaked ceilings and gargoyles.

Of course they stayed in touch with the vampire race. They had to. Both twins refused to live in a world where they were a myth. Often times, the two would unexpectedly teleport to the Cullen house, smothering their smiles at the Cullens' shocked expressions as they appeared in their family room.

Other times, they went to Volterra, just to remind Aro, who was way in over his head, that they still existed and hadn't forgotten about the silly little coven called the Volturi.

Mostly, Eve would go to the South. She enjoyed Maria's company immensely and loved travelling the beautiful grounds. What Jasper was doing infatuated her, also, and so often times Jasper would come out of the house, discussing things with a contractor, to find her standing on the front lawn with a maternal look on her elegant face.

It was rare Adam went on these trips. He was busy studying things, which Eve found worthless. Her twin knew practically everything; why spend your time with your nose in a book?

But Adam pressed forward. He hunted down numerous ancient books, studied the Bible, and became mesmerized by history. He was searching for something. Not precisely a cure, but an explanation. Guidance.

He wanted to solve the mystery of his existence. He was searching for some sort of answer as to why he was here, why Eve was here, or how they had gotten here to begin with. He wanted to find some sort of answer to Eve's dooming question on whether they could stay or not.

Sadly, he rarely found anything worthwhile. Sometimes, he came across some sort of literature with references to him, Eve, or to both of them but there was hardly anything else.

To them, ten years was nothing. It felt as if they just blinked their eyes and it had flown by. They guided the vampire world, made few public appearances, and almost always attended governmental situations. It was rare there was any sort of ball or convention they weren't at.

And, Adam always swore to Eve, she was the most beautiful woman there.

He knew, wisely, if he didn't, she'd temporarily kick him out of their shared mansion.

It was a fact that always astounded the general public: their natural youthfulness. Though they were as old as the world, they surely did not act like it. Both twins could be immature at times or thought of as entertaining to listen to. They would bicker about pointless things, joke amongst others, and join in on light conversation.

At the end of the day, however, no one forgot just who they were or what they were. It was a fact that haunted every human who met them, who shook their hands, who spoke to them about politics or the weather.

Adam and Eve knew the staring would never end, but they took it in stride.

They had others things to worry about then what others thought of them.

Twenty Five Years Later

Integration, the vampire population thinks, is a beautiful thing.

The vampire world is flourishing under attention, enjoying freedom and life. It's rare to be stared at strangely when they enter society anymore, rare to be hated or feared. Humans begin mingling with the vampire population, which almost takes everyone off guard.

Vampires find it oddly nice to befriend humans. Humans begin hiring them for actual jobs, trusting them completely. And, though it is a rarity, sometimes you'll even find a female vampire babysitter.

One thing the vampire world boasts is that there has not been one attack on one human in twenty five years.

The blood banks are in business, the animal preserves shipping sickly animals off to vampire waiting lists. It's a whole new cycle. There has yet to be a decline in animal populations and though vampires dislike the cold tastes, most have adapted to the old blood the banks supply them with. Most of them will do anything to keep this new lifestyle in order.

It's a free world, after all. Vampires begin to have just as many rights as humans.

There haven't been any vampire fights, something Adam and Eve find astonishing. Vampires are naturally aggressive creatures but it seems, as a whole species, they've tamed themselves and evolved. The twins are proud once they realize vampires want to be accepted, not scared of.

There have been only eight newborn vampires since everything changed. And all eight have adapted to the life of a vampire and now fit right in with the crowd.

To some, it seems almost like a miracle. Vampires and humans working together, that is.

In many major cities of the world, there seem to be vampire-only clubs. Small buildings, exclusively for vampires, as a sort of spot where they can be themselves without humans spying on them. The largest, most well-known club is in Washington D.C, ironically run by the coven there.

In no way is the world vampire run, but it's become obvious they're needed. Numerous vampires have spots in United States government and the vampire representatives are thought of as some of the most important vampires in history.

Many of the humans predict by two hundred years, the vampire population will have just as many rights as the humans.

It's a shame the mortals living now won't be alive to see that day.


Brandon strolls down the streets of Washington D.C., handing out flyers to as many familiar vampires he sees. Most are from Maria's army, some just visiting the capital. This Friday night, his club would have live entertainment for once.

If someone had told him fifty years ago that the world would be like this, Brandon would have laughed in their face.

Now, though, he relishes in the freedom. It's nice walking down the sidewalk on a sunny day and not having people stare at him in horror and disgust. The packets of blood may be a downside, but he thinks he'd rather have this life than a secretive, bloody one. He'd forgotten what it was like to be a part of the world.

He pauses near a newspaper stand and pulls out his wallet. The crinkly-eyed clerk hands him his paper as Brandon pays and their hands touch for a brief moment. Brandon grins when the man doesn't flinch at his cold touch.

Paper in hand, he walks away and distractedly reads the headlines. Apparently, schools all over were beginning to teach classes solely based on vampires. Brandon knew about twenty years ago that had started, but just with small, insignificant schools. It seemed now it was becoming policy for schools to add vampire history to their curriculum.

Brandon sits down on a bench next to an elderly human couple who smile at him. He grins politely back and scans the rest of the paper but something catches his eyes.

He glances up and, towards the left, is a bookstore. Just a tiny, local shop, nothing special. But inside the front window is a large poster, advertising the new vampire book. Brandon sighs and chuckles. It's written by Adam and Eve, of course, retelling vampire history in incredibly detailed ten volumes. Brandon can only imagine all of the schools rushing out to buy that.

He looks away and finishes reading the paper, only to find nothing too exciting. He rolls the paper back up and looks out before him at the spacious park spread out.

It's a bit of an overwhelming sight, he thinks.

He sees on one side there's a small café with people lounging outside, typing on laptops and talking on phones as they drink their coffee. A vampire walks by on the sidewalk - one Brandon knows to be named Julian - and sparkles under the sunlight. Few humans look up and wave, smiling widely at the young vampire. He grins back and pauses to talk to one of the humans sitting there and they converse for a few minutes.

Brandon turns his attention elsewhere and in the middle of a park, near the fountain, sits a vampire couple reading Adam and Eve's book with wide eyes as they frantically turn the pages. Brandon smiles lightly at the pair.

On the other side of the park, he spots a group of young teenagers, textbooks sprawled out around them as they jot notes down. He sees one lift the book up and ask the other a question and Brandon catches the title. "History Come to Life" by Aro Volturi.

Brandon laughs at that.

A vampire strolls up to them, casually, and Brandon watches with great interest as the vampire offers his help as he sits down with the group. Before long, it's just a normal looking group of friends, laughing and studying except for the fact that one is sparkling.

There's a burst of laughter on the other half of the park and Brandon's head turns and he sees a teenage boy throw a Frisbee up into the air towards a friend. A blur darts through and leaps as a vampire snatches the Frisbee and snickers. The crowd of human teens laughs with him as they continue their game.

"It's stunning, isn't it?" The elderly woman next to him asks. Brandon turns, his brow furrowed.

"What is, ma'am?" The sun causes him to glitter radiantly and the woman grins at his skin. She reaches up and uses her hand as a visor to shield her eyes.

"All of this. How different things are now, how diverse."

Brandon remains silent for a moment.

He can't agree more.


It's a busy day when Nicolas Dwyer gets married.

An unusual day, too, but busy is a more accurate word.

When Nicolas announced to the Cullen family, practically his own kin, that he had proposed to his long term girlfriend, Courtney, there was a buzz of excitement. Bella's jaw had dropped; she couldn't believe her baby brother was getting married. Esme had rushed forward, enveloping the grinning man in a tight embrace as Edward smiled, shaking his head back and forth. He had known for almost three months that Nicolas had been planning to propose.

The Cullen family hadn't had a wedding to plan since Jacob and Renesmee's and so Alice immediately launched back into researching and planning. The former newlyweds themselves even returned from their trip in Mexico to congratulate the engaged couple.

For a long time, it's just plotting and scheming around the Cullen household. Renee, now a graying woman in her early sixties, temporarily moved up to Forks to help with the wedding. It took Alice a great deal to persuade Courtney's parents to allow her to organize everything but once she had free reign, Renee wanted to help out.

The night before the big day, nearly 14 months after Nicolas originally announced the news, his slightly eccentric but lovable fiancé at his side, Bella and Edward sit on their bed, facing each other.

Edward can tell there's something on his beautiful wife's mind. He just can't figure it out. She's blocking him from her with everything she's got.

"What's the matter, love?" He finally asks and reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear and is reminded, again, how different his life is now.

Her topaz eyes glance up to his face and back down. "Can you believe how quickly things are changing? It feels like just yesterday, this was us."

This is something Edward can sympathize with. He, too, has a hard time believing this whirlwind of activity around him. How can it be that it's been almost twenty six years since he married his blushing bride? Or that it's been fifteen years since his little girl went off with the wolf and got married?

He sighs. Deeply. "I wonder if it will ever slow down," he muses quietly.

Bella looks at his face, horror struck. "I hope it does," she stresses, "Otherwise, we don't have much time."

Edward gazes at her curiously. "Time until what?" He wonders aloud, staring at his still youthful bride.

She tugs her bottom lip under her teeth and frowns. "Until they die."

He can do nothing to calm her silent fears but pull her in his lap and hold her, waiting until morning's first breath of light to come.

When dawn peeps up over the horizon, the Cullen house is like a construction zone. Nicolas is preparing in the downstairs bathroom, Phil behind him as he fixes his tie. It's tense as they wait for Alice to come and get them both. With Jasper outside the door, hands in his pockets as he whistles the wedding ballad under his breath, the mood begins to settle.

Secretly, he's just there to calm down the nervous groom.

Once Alice skips down the steps after exiting the bathroom upstairs where Rosalie's cursing Courtney's thick hair for not curling, Jasper knows it's time. He knocks on the bathroom door, his knuckles scraping the wood, and Phil opens it.

"It's time," Jasper says gravelly with dark eyes. All this recent wedding talk brings him back to his and Alice's special day.

Phil gives one short nod before tugging his only son out. Both men push him outside to the decorated backyard and set him by the front before Jasper strides down to his seat next to Emmett and Phil goes off to a crying Renee.

It's the third wedding the Cullen house has seen. In the back of Esme's mind, she wonders sadly if it will be the last. The only single person she knows anymore is shy Lucy who she figures is so soft spoken she'll never speak to a boy outside the family.

Once the wedding's over and done with, Courtney blushing furiously with glassy eyes and Nicolas clutching her hand tightly, the day winds down as everyone retreats towards the reception.

As they move, Emmett's shoulder brushes against Courtney's brother's and both men glance towards each other and apologize softly. It's not really anything important. It just sort of sticks to Emmett as he wanders back to Rosalie.

Not one human on Courtney's side of the family minded the amount of vampires present or the shape shifters.

He shrugs almost invisibly as he strolls over towards Jasper.

He's in the arm wrestling type of mood tonight.


Sam couldn't help but watch his son throughout the whole reception.

On his right was Emily, sipping her chute of champagne, and on his left, his firstborn, who Emily had forced to be named Sam. But it wasn't Sam Jr. who worried him. His son Sam never concerned him. He was rational, calm, and logical. Like his father.

Not even his eager daughter, Anna, caught his attention tonight. She flirted endlessly on the dance floor with some distant cousin of Courtney's and usually, once her smiles became coy, he liked to step in. But not tonight.

Tonight, his middle son, Trevor, was not acting himself.

He stood on the other side of the lawn, head bowed and eyes brooding. Trevor was not the social sort of boy, Sam thought. Trevor was...he was, well, he was a bit shy. He liked school, something that his younger sister laughed about, and enjoyed being cooped up in his room with a book or sketchpad. Not an unattractive kid, either. He had gotten his mother's genes but it seemed he was completely unaware whenever women flirted with him.

Just beginning college and yet to have any sort of girlfriend, Sam thought his worry was completely appropriate. The wolf gene had unfortunately gone down the line of Uleys and both Sam and Trevor had phased.

Anna hadn't. Sam prayed every night she never would. Though Leah and Brody had discovered once Leah stopped phasing for good, she could become pregnant (the proof of such a discovery was getting a piggy back ride from Uncle Seth), Sam still didn't want his only daughter to go through such a thing.

Sam Jr. had yet to Imprint. He didn't seem very worried about it. He took everything in stride, floating through life as he laughed with the rest of the newer Pack.

It was like Pack 2.0, Sam thought. There were new teens in it, new boys running through the woods at night. Collin and Brody still phased, though, as did Embry and, occasionally, Seth. And of course Jacob, the Alpha. Sam thought the new kids had it easy. They didn't have half the issues he had when he was their age.

But this look in Trevor's eyes, he found it strange. He had never seen such a glint in those familiar brown eyes.

He finally decides to follow Trevor's gaze and it drops on a small crowd of people. Sam's brow knots as he studies the group of young adults Trevor is staring intently at.

But then he sees her.

Enclosed in the middle of the group, biting her lip nervously and glaring into her glass of champagne, was Renee's youngest daughter, a sweet girl named Lucy with thick blonde curls, a constant blush, and innocent blue eyes. Sam had heard she wasn't used to crowds and didn't like parties. Bella had mentioned her being quite the book nerd, unlike her athletic older brother, and in his mind, Sam thought of her as perfect for his middle son.

He chuckles and looks away, now satisfied by the reasoning for Trevor's strange behavior. Emily looks at him out of the corner of her eyes.

"What is it?" She asks sweetly, obviously hoping he'll spill. Sam smirks and shakes his head.

"I'll tell you later," he murmurs softly, hoping the other Sam at the table won't hear. Of course he does, though, and he looks up from his third helping of food and glowers.

Sam ignores his oldest son's deadly look and looks out across the dance floor. There's Leah, happily dancing with Brody as their daughter's peals of laughter can be heard as Seth runs around the woods with her out back. Sam wonders quietly when the boy will ever find his Imprint. He's too good of a kid to never have one.

The rest of the old Pack is scattered here and there, all at different ages. Jared and him are in their forties now and actually look it while Seth, Embry, and Jacob still appear like a man in his early twenties.

His eyes fall on the only five members around from the old Pack who still phase. Jacob's going nowhere, Sam knows this. He'll always look like a young guy, he'll never age. Embry, Seth, Collin, and Brady though, he doesn't know about. When will they Imprint? When will they grow up?

He hopes he's still around when that day arrives.


The day Brianna gets off the bus at the dingy station in Texas, she wonders what the hell she is doing there.

Now a thirty one year old woman, she looks a bit out of place as she walks down the sidewalk in the quaint little town as the teenagers, off from summer, crowd at every block, talking and having a good time. She holds her chin high, however, as she raises her sunglasses atop her brown head.

She pushes the door open and walks into a little diner as she hitches the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She wishes she had brought Richie with her, her husband, who's better with instructions.

The cashier looks up and Brianna's heart hiccups. It's a vampire.

The young girl's burgundy eyes narrow on Brianna and she feels a bit small under her gaze. She takes a deep breath, reminding herself vampires are good. She likes vampires. She never was afraid of them. She just didn't expect one to be here, that's all.

She goes forward, ignoring the clicking sound as her small heels hit the tiled floor. "Excuse me," she says to the flawlessly beautiful teenage vampire. "I'm looking for a house. It's...well, it's a big one. It's a Southern plantation. Ring any bells?"

The vampire's eyes narrow even further and her long nails click on the glass counter loudly. Finally, she opens her red lips and speaks. "The Whitlock place?"

Brianna's eyes widen as her throat tightens. "Yes!" Her exclamation is a bit too loud for the low key diner and she immediately frowns as heads turn. "I mean," she lowers her voice, "yes, that's the one. It's around here, isn't it?"

The girl's lips purse and Brianna can tell she is trying to decide whether or not to tell her. Brianna's fingers clutch the edge of the counter until she feels like the metal will crumble under her tense touch.

"Why are you looking for the owner?" Brianna doesn't miss a beat. The girl's trying to figure out if she knows Jasper or not.

"I'm a...friend of Jasper's. I haven't seen him in a long, long time."

Twenty five years to be exact. So much had happened since that fateful day, Brianna distractedly thinks. She had finished up her years at the high school, gone to the local Penn University, and ended her years of education with law school at Harvard. With her steady cash flow, Brianna was incredibly wealthy before long and had married her boyfriend who she had met during a lecture in school.

Her life had been a bit wild, Brianna admitted, and Richie had yet to learn just where the money came from. Brianna never had the guts to tell him. She was worried he'd think she was nuts, believing a vampire was sending her large sums of money after meeting him once.

She had yet to decide when she wanted to try having kids. She figured sometime soon, she didn't have forever, after all. And Richie and she had been together for almost ten years now. It was just that she was so busy working. Because of it, she had nearly forgotten about her teenage obsession: Jasper. He hadn't been completely forgotten, just stuffed to the back of her mind. Every night, though, she never forgot to thank him in her prayers. Without him, she'd be the same as any city girl, smoking God knows what on the streets and sleeping with God knows who.

Brianna was a humanitarian, something her husband admired her for. She did all she could to help orphaned children, starting with the orphanage she had grown up in. It made her feel good to know some child, somewhere, thought of her as their own personal Jasper Whitlock.

But soon, after her career began to be steady, Brianna had decided to find him. It had been postponed for too long. As soon as Brianna was eighteen, she had wanted to track him down but between college, law school, and then her developing romance, she never found the time. However, when she turned the big, cursed 3-0, she decided that night over a glass of red wine that by next year, she'd find him.

She was a bit late with that deadline. Her next birthday came and went without news of Jasper but it wasn't her fault. Locations of vampires were annoyingly confidential. She had to go through a lot to find someone who would tell her where Jasper was.

There had been two houses he was registered under. The government did that now - register vampires. If you were a vamp and moved somewhere, you had to get a residential license. And if you were a coven, each vampire in the household had to be registered. Jasper, she had discovered, appeared two places: a large mansion in Washington and an even huger plantation in Texas.

Brianna decided to try Texas first. It was the only house that only he was registered under, no other vampires, and it was completely his. The house up in Washington was registered to renowned Carlisle Cullen and numerous other vampires. Plus, Texas was just closer to her house in Philadelphia than Washington.

"You know Jasper?" The vampire girl's tone is doubtful and it shakes Brianna from her thoughts. She momentarily bites her lip and then glowers at the vampire.

"Yes, I do. He gave this to me." Without thinking, she pulls out the necklace from around her throat and dangles the heart locket in front of the vampire. Her red eyes widen, her blonde brows rise, and she scowls.

"Fine, but if he doesn't know you, don't tell him I told you this. Look, it's just down that lane a bit. Follow it for a good, hmm, twenty miles and it'll be there. You can't miss it. It's the only house after the first five miles." The girl glances this way and that, nervously, almost like she expects to be caught giving this away.

Brianna thanks the girl generously before darting out of the diner, slamming the door behind her. She doesn't know how she'll get there (she has no car) but there has to be some alternate means of transportation, right? Maybe a bus? She didn't think she could walk twenty miles by night.

And, though vampires promised not to hurt you, Brianna wasn't sure she wanted to be outside, alone, without anyone except Little Miss Sunshine in there knowing where she is during dark.

A guy follows her out of the diner and pulls his clinking keys from his pocket. Brianna watches him, warily, and then steps forward.

"Uh...hi," she says, nervously. He glances up, shocked to find her in front of him, and straightens his glasses. He looks like he must be about late fifties, early sixties.

"Can I help you?" He grumbles in a hoarse voice as he jams the key in the old car - Brianna guesses it's from the 60's - and opens the driver door.

She glances down the road and can't seem to find anyone else out and about in the town that she would trust. With a sigh, she launches into her question. "I know it's a lot to ask but I'm looking for a house. I know where it is, I just don't have any way to get there."

The man pauses, his hand tightening on the car door, and his kind gray eyes tighten along with it. "Which house?" he wonders.

Brianna gulps down a breath of sticky, humid Texan air. "Down that road." She points towards a dirt path. "It's a large plantat-"

"Plantation? Are you talking about the Whitlock place?" His eyes grow darker, stormier, and Brianna freezes.

"Yes?" Suddenly, Brianna's voice sounds incredibly small and meek to her own ears. She flinches against the sound.

The man grumbles under his breath again as he takes his baseball cap off, revealing a head full of snow white hair, and shakes his head slowly. "Why do you wanna go there?"

"Why not go there?" Brianna gives a slight, nervous smile and the man sighs.

"Fine, hop in." He sits down in the seat slowly, hinting at an arthritic hip, and Brianna jumps a bit. She runs to the other side of the ancient car, tugs the door open, and plops herself down as she pulls her bag on top of her lap.

She thanks the man kindly and they're off, him shifting gears every few moments and her heart racing. She can't believe she's here. So close to him, yet so far. It seems ridiculous but she feels like she knows Jasper already. It's why she never told Richie about him. She feels connected to him on an almost spiritual level.

With her face almost pressed against the glass window, she thinks. She's a bit nervous - her shaking hands display that clearly. But excited, too. She doesn't know what he'll do, what he'll say to her, and that concerns her.

Brianna's always had a bit of trouble trusting people since the ones she places her confidence in seem to hurt her the most. Jasper was always someone she felt she could trust, which sometimes she thought of as plain silly. How could she feel so strongly about someone she barely knew?

She decides to just focus on the scenery as the man drives down the winding road. The forests here are thick and, many times, they pass through wide grain fields. It's beautiful to Brianna, who's never really seen anything but the slums of Philly and the campus of Harvard. It's paradise, almost. Close to being just as pretty as Hawaii, where Richie and she went on their honeymoon.

Speaking of Richie, Brianna thinks, she needs to call him. She told him she was flying out to meet a friend in San Antonio, one from Penn, and said she'd call as soon as she arrived. Thankfully, Richie wasn't one to pester.

He trusted her completely. He'd never guess Brianna's real reasoning for leaving was to see a vampire.

The car suddenly stops and Brianna swivels, wondering if there's engine trouble. On her side of the car, there was nothing but open blue sky and a meadow.

But on the other side, the driver's side, there's this large, grassy hill and on top of that, one of the most historical, stunning buildings she has ever seen. She can't imagine a vampire living there. To her, vampires are a bit shady. Fascinating but creatures of the night. Somehow, the image of a vampire living in those walls doesn't fit.

"Thank you," she stutters to the man as she struggles to unhook her seatbelt. It finally unclasps and goes slamming into the wall of the car. The man huffs and she gets out, eyes wide, and closes the door behind her.

The driver rolls down the window and she ducks after a moment, realizing he wants to say something to her. "You be careful, alright?"

Brianna swallows the rising lump in her throat and nods. "Got it," she says with a smile.

And then the car rolls away, coughing up bits of gravel as it leaves her behind. She watches it go with lips parted and once it gets out of sight, beyond a cove of trees, the truth settles in.

She's alone on the side of the road in an unfamiliar state, right in front of a vampire's house. A vampire who, yes, at one point, she admits, she probably had a crush on when she was fourteen. A vampire who sends her money every year for a reason she can't figure out. A vampire who she's not even sure whether he cares about her or not.

No, she crushes the thought down. He wouldn't have sent you all that money, year after year, if he didn't care.

So Brianna clutches onto the memories of her Jasper tightly as she fixes the strap of her bag and begins walking. It's not a very steep driveway but combined with the long distance and the hot sun overheard, she works up a sweat.

She wipes at her forehead angrily. She didn't want him to see her as a sweaty, red-faced woman the first time he sees her after all this time.

When she finally gets up to the top of the driveway, she sees a garage round back and peeks around. There's a beautiful, sleek looking motorcycle parked there, just begging to be taken out. She looks away and stands there for a moment, inspecting the plantation.

It really is breathtaking. Everything about it screams the Civil War era to her and she doesn't even know history that well. The wraparound porch seems to stretch on forever and the wooden rocking chairs, placed at certain angles, all seem to make Brianna think of nights spent outside, men smoking cigars and women inside, chatting as they fan themselves.

She takes a deep breath and walks down the slight path towards the porch steps. Her heartbeat is like a hammer in her ribcage, pounding away. She hastily wipes her clammy palms on her jeans and instantly thinks she should have worn something nicer.

And then she's at the door. Her eyes stare at it so intently she wonders how they don't carve a hole right through the wood. As a nervous habit, she fixes the strap of her bag once again and mashes her lips together as she bounces slightly on the balls of her feet.

Without even thinking the action through, her hand darts out and she shoves the button for the doorbell down. The chiming noise echoes throughout the large house, ringing loud enough for Brianna to hear it.

Her breathing is becoming quicker and quicker as she stands there, waiting. It feels like her lungs are going to explode any minute now. For a moment, she contemplates turning around and running away but then her fingers find their way up to the locket and cradle the smooth gold delicately. No, she decides, she can't leave now.

The door then opens and her breathing altogether steps.

"Oh, hello. Can I help you with something?"

It's a man's voice, Brianna can tell. It's his voice. It's everything she remembers him sounding like. Even time couldn't warp her childhood memory of him. His voice is the same; deep and smooth. Kind, Brianna thinks, warm and automatically concerned. Full of emotion.

But Brianna can't seem to look at him. She's looking at everything but his face. She can see past him, over his shoulder, is a large foyer where a magnificent crystal chandelier hangs. The main staircase, twisting upwards towards the second story, is directly behind him and, upstairs, she's sees a black-haired woman watching her with knowing eyes as her tiny hands clutch the railing.

It must be some sort of girlfriend, Brianna's automatic thought is. Or a wife. I mean, he's a vampire. He's old enough to be married, right? The woman looks nice enough, though. Her spiky hair do is different but edgy and her ocher eyes wide and light. Her red lips are even pulled up into a sweet smile.

She still can't look at him. It's a make or break moment. What if it's not the face she remembers? What if it's different? What if her memory altered it?

She studies him, just without the face. He's tall, much taller than Brianna, with a pair of dark jeans on. There's not one crease in them, Brianna's keen eye observes. And the pale green button up shirt he wears is close fitting and wrinkleless. The sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, exposing the pale flesh of his arms and hands. She briefly remembers for a moment sitting on his lap when she was six and the thought brings a heated blush to her face. How embarrassing.

He makes a small noise in the back of his throat, most likely trying to pull her out of her thoughts, and her eyes reflexively go to his face. And stay there.

It's exactly how she remembers, she realizes. Not one thing has changed except those beautiful blue eyes. They're now topaz, which she thinks suits him a bit better. He's paler than she remembers, almost like a sheet of paper. But his face is not icy or cold, it's pleasant and almost worried.

Yeah, Brianna sulks, worried for my mental status.

The rest of him is perfect, though. Everything about him is familiar to her, even though she's only met him once. From the curved jaw to the pointed nose to the slender blonde brows. Even his hair, a blonde mop of messy hair that falls to the bottom of his earlobes, is somehow familiar to her. She feels like she's known him forever.

"I...I..." She doesn't know what to say. Instead, she clutches the locket tightly in her hand and tugs on it slightly, something Richie's told her she does whenever she begins to clamp up.

Jasper's amber eyes widen for a brief moment as they study her face and then they drift down to the locket incredibly quickly. Something clicks in his eyes and Brianna just knows, somehow, that he knows who she is.

Before she can say anything else, his arms are around her. It's not a sort of romantic gesture, not in the least. It's comforting and tight. It's protective. It's everything she always wanted to feel from a father's embrace. And Brianna can't help but think: He killed my father. Her father. One of the only relatives she had left, and he killed him.

But now, now that she feels so safe and secure in his arms, she thinks it's alright. Because she thinks - no, she knows, as soon as Jasper pulls back and looks into her eyes, that she'd rather have him as a father than anyone else.

One Hundred and Fifty Years Later

It's a big day for the vampire world when the first vampire President is inaugurated.

The world has changed a lot, anyone can see that. The vampire population has escalated to roughly five hundred through the years, increasing as more and more humans decide to try out the vampire life once on their deathbeds. There are still covens, residing in their registered homes, but for the most part, the vampiric society is one large unit.

Vampires are no longer creatures feared. You never see a pair of plastic fangs on Halloween or people hanging garlic in their windows. They're just as much a part of the world as humans.

There are vampire actors, writers, artists, professors, lawyers, doctors, and even a few vampire CEOs. The humans of this day and age grew up surrounded by vampires; it only makes sense for them to be accepting. Humans have come and gone and by now, there isn't one mortal left who remembers the day when vampires were unknown.

There's been a great deal of change in 150 years. There was a large debate about fifty years after everything originally occurred, deciding whether vampires should have to pay taxes or not. Later, a newborn slipped and killed a young woman in Vienna and, naturally, that began a wide scale investigation. But for the most part, the vampire world has remained strong. They're nowhere near the ruling class of the world but they are valued citizens.

For the Cullen family, the changes have been quite dramatic, to say the least. Through the years, they've lost friends, had additions to the family, and taken part in another phenomenon.

Renee's been dead for years now, as have Nicolas, Courtney, Lucy and Trevor. Even Charlie's gone now, with Sue in tow, and soon, the Cullen family realizes there are hardly any humans left they know. Of course, Bella has Nicolas's children and their children as well as Lucy's shape shifter children but it isn't the same.

The night Renee passes, it finally strikes Bella exactly what being a vampire is all about in this modern day. As she holds her dead mother's cold hand, she wonders how many human deaths she has yet to go through. She doesn't know whether her heart can go through it.

As for Renesmee and Jacob, they're proud parents of a whole slew of genetic mutants, as Emmett enjoys calling them. Being one fourth human, one fourth vampire, and one half shape shifter is no easy feat.

Renesmee thinks of herself as incredibly lucky. She's immortal, able to have immortal children who are then also able to have immortal children. She can only imagine how long the line of Cullen-Blacks will be in another hundred years.

At one point, the Cullen family decides to move. Being in Forks is beginning to become tiring and emotionally draining. All they knew and love of the town is gone, replaced by new generations of people. They leave the now almost unfamiliar Pack in La Push to themselves and head off towards New Orleans.

Now that they can go anywhere, they're taking advantage of the ability. They feel like they haven't seen the sun in decades.

When Esme finally finds the perfect house on the outskirts of the historical city, they all move in, grandchildren in tow, and are welcomed warmly by the neighbors.

As for the original Pack, the only member still alive is Jacob. Once his former brothers' children and grandchildren were phasing, he decided to resign his position as Alpha. He handed it over to his eldest son, Billy, who was one of the largest wolves Jacob had ever seen. When the Cullens moved to New Orleans, Billy gladly stayed behind in La Push to take care of his Pack.

All the original members are now dead, something Jacob finds distressing. It's a bit strange for him to realize his only true family is the Cullens. He loves them, he admits, but he'll always miss Seth's soft side and Embry's quiet advice. Hell, he'll even miss Leah's sarcastic words.

But he's glad where he is. His father-in-law finally doesn't remark about Jacob tainting the vampire gene pool and even Jasper treats him like a brother. He's still madly in love with his wife, spoils his kids and grandkids rotten, and tries to keep active with Billy's Pack through late night phone calls. He knows he'll never age, like the Cullens, and phases at least once a day just to keep the wolf inside him present.

In a way, the Cullens' immortality has spread to him, contagious and fatal. He's now cursed with their curse.

But he doesn't mind too much. It's just scary sometimes to think back to all that he's seen and done, to remember the days when he was a naïve sixteen year old boy, crushing on Isabella Swan.

Carlisle, now one of the top physicians in the world, spends his days filing through patient's charts and doing surgeries in the local hospital. Esme's still into décor - not that anyone ever thought it was just a ‘phase' - and enjoys buying old lots of land in the city and fixing them up. Emmett wants to start a wrestling league for vampires and keeps investing, though Edward just sits there and laughs every time Emmett flexes his muscles in the mirror. Rosalie's discovered a passion for modeling, not really a shocker, and couldn't be happier with her stunning face plastered on millions of billboards and printed onto glossy magazine pages.

Edward and Bella are busy. Bella went out for the job as an English professor and with her love of classics, got the job. Edward even went to law school after Jasper's mortal friend, Brianna, pressured him to go to Harvard. Alice is trying her hand at serious, professional designing and often uses Rosalie as a model for her chic clothes line.

Jasper is...Jasper is a curious creature. He goes to the plantation less and less, though still gets down there at least six times a year. He keeps it to tip top shape and when he flies down for a week, his time is spent catching up with the lovebirds, as he likes to call them, Maria and Chester. Other than that, he's the only Cullen without a true job. He doesn't mind, however.

The day Brianna died was simply awful for him. Since then, Alice notices, he hasn't had much of an interest in anything. She can tell her distant husband misses the girl he treated like a daughter but worries the phase will never end. How long can you possibly take to mourn someone?

But one day, while watching the news, Jasper has an idea.

And it's one that takes the whole family by surprise.

Towards the South is still Maria and Chester, taking care of Elizabeth's mansion and taking in wandering vampires. They enjoy their job. To them, they're almost like the therapists for the entire vampire world. They're there for guidance, advice, and the occasional help when it comes down to withdrawal from blood. They think they do their job incredibly well.

In Volterra, the Volturi still sit. They watch the world through hooded red eyes, waiting for one ounce of excitement to occur. Aro grows to despise the human world - they've lost interest in him. Caius plays chess with Marcus almost silently in the corner as Aro taps his fingernails on the stone armrest of his throne. Even the guard admits freely, their lives are just plain boring now.

Brandon still owns his club, alongside Christian and the rest of their coven. He misses his shape shifter friend, Leah. Tanya and Kayden are still together, drifting through the years with matching smiles. And the rest of the vampire world is just...there, it seems.

When the vampire President is sworn in, it seems like there's more vampires present than humans. The Cullen family is there, obviously, bursting with pride. Esme clutches Carlisle's hand tightly and Alice bounces on her seat, wearing one of her stylish creations.

Maria and Chester are present, in the back, with surprised smiles on their faces. If anyone had told her three hundred years ago that she'd be here now, she'd be seeing this new, fantastic world, she doesn't know what she would have done. Probably rolled her eyes and looked away.

The Denali coven is there, of course, as is the Washington D.C. coven and quite a lot of vampires crowd into the audience.

Almost five minutes before the new President is scheduled to walk out, a gleaming limo drives up to the capital. A bunch of vampire bodyguards swoop down on the vehicle and almost before the car even comes to a rolling stop the doors are being opened on either side.

A woman with her long black hair piled professionally on top of her head steps out, sporting a slick ebony suit with a ruffled skirt and spiked stilettos. Her violet eyes are shielded from the sun by a pair of fashionable sunglasses. On the other side, a tall man escapes the confines of the limo, dazzling the nearby women with a quick smile, exposing his pearly teeth. Dressed in a flamboyant white tuxedo, he reaches for his sister's hand and together, flocked by security, they make their way up the steps towards the spectators.

The two have been waiting for this day for as long as they can remember, just as they have been waiting for everything else. As soon as the event is over, as soon as the President has been sworn in and the after parties have wound down, they plan on retreating back to their Romanian mansion and sleeping.

For how long, no one knows.

Adam feels they may rest for many, many centuries this time around. They've been awake for far too long and their mental guard is beginning to slip. He can feel the exhaustion in his bones, along with something else.

Something different, new and fatal.

He feels old, something he's never really felt before. He feels his mind drifting all the time, his heart stuttering, and his lungs faltering. He walks into rooms and discovers he doesn't know where he is, how he got there, or even who he is. His powers are degrading, folding in on themselves and leaving him vulnerable.

And there is nothing he can do about it because this isn't supposed to be happening.

He isn't supposed to be ill; he never was supposed to be this way.

He's too afraid to mention it to anyone else except his sister, who's experiencing the same symptoms; symptoms of dementia.

He pushes his concerned thoughts aside as they step onto the platform and cut through the rows of seated politicians. They send small smiles over towards the curious Cullen family. Eve gives a short wave to Maria and Adam arches one brow teasingly in the Volturi's direction as a now freed Jane glares at him openly.

After they've been seated in a private booth, far off from most of the other viewers, they watch intently, hands still intertwined. A human girl races up, placing a parasol over Eve's fine head and the queen smiles at her graciously.

This event has been years in the making. It's the beginning of a new revolution, a new world. Everything leading up to this, the quick one hundred and fifty years, that was just a prelude. It's now, it's what is to come, where everything changes and everything fits together like a jigsaw puzzle.

Shame, Adam thinks, that him and his sister will be absent from the centuries to come as they hibernate. He would have liked to be around for that.

And it's also a pity, to the twins, that the human generations will never meet them. Right now, the whole world knows of their presence. They're like celebrities in this modern universe. But the other vampires will have to do. They need some freedom from their powerful leaders, the twins think.

A large round of applause reaches their ears as the soon-to-be President steps forward. The crowds of vampires stand, clapping wildly and grinning.

Yes, Adam thinks as Jasper Whitlock steps up to the podium for his inaugural speech, it's a new world indeed.

Too bad he doubts he will live long enough to see it out, he muses as he looks down at his hand where the sickly golden traces of veins are just visible beneath his clammy flesh. Wisps of infected blood travel through his arm, carrying the toxins to his slowing heart where it's pumped towards his rotting mind and throughout his diseased body.

He looks up from his withering hand with flaming eyes and towards the flashing cameras and cheering people.

He can't remember a time in his life where he ever saw such a sight before - both his convulsing hand and the crowds in front of him.

He wonders if he ever will again.