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Grim Reaper's Release

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


7. Lethal Enemies or Lethal Allies?

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The President's Point of View

"Alright, ready in one! Two! Three!" I straightened my back, smiling warmly at the camera before my face and ignoring the bright flashes of light as reporters took pictures. The dreaded press conference had begun.

"I would like to address the whole world tonight as I try to answer every one's questions," I began calmly. Hands were already raising, trying to capture my attention. "I understand and am completely aware of the panicked frenzy which has begun in the world because of these vampires and I will stop at nothing to try to calm every one's fears." Agents lined the walls, stiff and tense, as they watched the crowd. I would imagine they were looking for ruby eyes or pale skin.

"As some of you may know, the first vampire family was captured approximately 18 hours ago. Some of you are wondering how many there are besides this family, if we are in danger, and how we fix this problem. The family was taken to a high security building for questionings and testing. These creatures shall not be released until we are positive they are not a threat to the world." I took a deep breath, so far so good, right?

A hand raised, shaking violently. I peeled my eyes off of it and continued.

"We will try our hardest to find out as much as we can about these vampires. I will not allow them to be a danger to the country I love," I vowed. I paused and immediately, more hands were raised. I bit my lip hesitantly before picking on a reporter. She stood as the voices decreased.

"Good evening, Mr. President. I just have one question tonight - how many were in the family?" She gazed at me with curiosity and I opened my mouth.

"Ten," I answered honestly.

And that was how the rest of the conference went. Questions. Answers.

"We all saw the news video, Mr. President. How do you explain their topaz eyes instead of the usual ruby?" I had no explanation or answer for that one.

"How many else do you think are in the world, Mr. President?" I stuttered with that one, not wanting to estimate. I personally had no clue.

"How long do you think they've been here secretly?" I said centuries for that one, it seemed to make sense at the time.

"Will you be capturing more?" Of course, I had said, why would we stop?

There was one question that stood out during the conference, though. It came from an insignificant reporter from some smaller news station and it caught me terribly off guard. "What will you do now?" She had asked, her cinnamon skin glowing under the light bulb. I had froze; I had absolutely no clue. She stood, patient, with her pen positioned above her notebook, eager to write my answer.

"Well, I think it depends on the information we gather from the specimen," I started slowly. "If these creatures are all violent and hostile, like the one in Dawson, I am afraid we will have to exterminate them all. I think we can all agree when I say I wish things could go back to how they were before we knew these things existed. And if we can not execute them, we shall capture them all and keep them imprisoned."

The room was silent until one reporter stood up, applauding my proposal. Slowly, then, more people stood, hands clapping and smiles on their faces.

Yes, the age of the vampires was over.

***

Edward's Point of View

Daddy, don't let them take me, Renesmee plead. I closed my eyes, listening to her thoughts as they led Carlisle away with her in his arms. Every instinct inside of me told me to run after them and grab her. Their thoughts, every single crude scientist inside this horrible building, were full of testing and ways of torture for information.

They would hurt her.

Bella nearly had to be restrained by Jasper, who was on edge himself. Renesmee peeked over Carlisle's shoulder, her wide eyes frightened. Beside me, Rosalie was growling at the officers who had a gun aimed at her head for they had noticed her tightened gaze on Renesmee. I could hear as Emmett restrained Jacob, who was growling furiously. I looked to Bella in fear and saw her gaze was locked on mine.

"Edward," she begged, her eyes flickering between Renesmee and me. I swallowed and almost groaned in frustration. A team of officers, worthless guns in their hands, followed Carlisle as Timothy led him into the building. They would escort us separately into our cells.

Suddenly, I was off. I couldn't let them take Renesmee. If they had to sever her from Bella and I, I would make damn sure that she was with at least Carlisle or Esme. A bullet escaped a gun, whizzing by my head as I ran towards Carlisle and Renesmee, who had paused to watch me.

Edward, stop, Carlisle warned. I kept running, ignoring the shouts of the agents who were trying desperately to hit me. They were incredibly stupid to think a simple bullet could hurt me.

In just seconds, I was stopped in front of Carlisle. I looked over his shoulder, watching as Bella tried to tug herself free of Jasper's clutch but he was experienced with fighting, especially with newborns, and I could tell she had little chance of breaking free.

"Carlisle, just give her to me," I begged, my eyes on Renesmee, who had her tiny arms outstretched towards me. I ignored the pestering hands of the agents who tried to drag me back. Their forceful attempts were nothing compared to my strength.

Edward, they're aiming the guns, Carlisle stressed. I nodded stiffly, I could hear the triggers being pulled.

I reached out for my daughter. She was tired, I could tell, and horrified. The guns scared her and with all the agents screaming and pointing their guns at all of us, she wanted no more than to be with Bella and I.

"Sir, I am going to have to ask you to go back to your...family." I turned and looked at the man I had seen more times in the past three days than in my whole existence. Timothy Fitzgerald. He glared at me with small beady eyes and I looked between Renesmee and him. Carlisle held her against his chest, cradling her gently.

If there was in anyone in this family who I trusted her with besides Bella and myself, it was Carlisle.

"Go, Edward. I'll take care of her," Carlisle promised, his hand reaching up to squeeze my shoulder. The guns continued to aim at all of us and I gulped, glancing back at Bella who was starting to give up in Jasper's arms. He strained to keep her still, mumbling words in her ear. I pursed my lips, there was nothing I could do, was there?

I rubbed my temples, ignoring Timothy's irritating commands to leave Carlisle and Renesmee. I lifted my head, looking Renemsee in her beautiful, deep brown eyes. Understanding seemed to creep over her as her eyes softened; I wouldn't be saving her this time and she knew. Her tiny hand reached out, touching the side of my face.

All of a sudden, I wasn't in Washington D.C., I wasn't surrounded by tons of police officers with loaded guns. I wasn't even with my family. It was just Renesmee and I in the meadow when I had taken her out one day, just a week after the Volturi had left. Alice had taken Bella out to hunt and it was just the two of us in the sunny meadow.

I watched as Renesmee skipped through the tall grass, trying her hardest to capture a tiny butterfly, with wings of iridescent blue and green. Her eyes lit up as she enveloped it in her hands, peeking through her fingers to watch the creature. She ran back to me, surprised and awed by the butterfly in her hands.

She approached me and then let it go, watching the butterfly float up to the sky and fly away, to the sky and beyond. She saw it go and then looked at me, a pleased smile on her lips. "I love you, Daddy," she had said.

Her hand left my cheek and I gazed at her sadly. She was strong, I thought, almost frighteningly strong. She would be alright with Carlisle and, thank God, the guns would not be able to harm her.

She smiled sadly, her brown eyes glimmering. I put my lips to her warm forehead, swatting the annoying hands and guns away. "I love you, too, Renesmee," I mumbled against her skin. And then I took a step back.

Carlisle was pushed forward and Renesmee stared at me over his shoulder as they walked into the building, eyes wide and nervous.

I heard a sudden shout and turned. Jasper's hold on Bella had loosened and in a moment of weakness, Bella had pulled from his grasp. She flew into me, nearly knocking me over, as her arms wound their way around my waist. She sobbed into my shoulder, shedding no tears, and I held her.

I didn't want to loose her, too.

***

Aro's Point of View

"We travel down South, yes? And then the United States government. If we take control there, the world is practically in the palm of our hands," I said. Caius nodded, eyes glittering in the excitement of knowing we were on the hunt again. The guard was surrounding us, ruby eyes glowing from under their hoods.

Jane pursed her lips, "And the Cullens?" she mumbled in disgust. My face scrunched up at the sound of their name. They were traitors, as far as I was concerned.

"What about them?" Caius spat. "They got themselves into the mess they are in, they can get themselves out. They are nothing but a nuisance to the vampire world." I had to agree, though Carlisle had always been a good friend. He was the only one of the family who I actually truly enjoyed.

Alec stepped forward, standing beside his twin. "And Carlisle?" Ah, the boy knew our weaknesses.

"Carlisle is an acquaintance. He denied his vampirism the day he decided to hunt animals. He is nothing to us but a mere ally," I muttered, glancing down at my gloved hands. I breathed in the clean air, feeling flakes of snow fall on my ancient skin.

Caius nodded, agreeing with me. "Alright, you are dismissed. Hunt if you need to, we leave soon." The guard broke up, red cloaks running one way while others scattered towards the other. In mere seconds, it was just Caius, Marcus, and I in the small clearing.

"Ah, it shall be good to revisit the Southerners," I snickered, thinking of pathetic Maria and her army. A bitter smile appeared on Caius's lips and Marcus, as usual, was as still as stone as he gazed towards the edge of the woods. He seemed distracted and lost in thought.

"And to see this powerful army," Caius added, barking out a harsh laugh. I smiled and nodded, no one was as powerful as the Volturi and I pitied anyone else who thought otherwise.

Marcus's head turned to the side as his burgundy eyes watched the woods. I looked at him curiously.

"Dear Marcus, what is the matter?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. He barely registered my touch and raised a shaky hand to the forest, index finger pointing to something in the woods. My eyes gazed into the forest, I saw nothing.

He suddenly grasped my hand in panic. He is here.

I froze, my brow furrowing at his frenzied state of mind. Caius stepped closer, hesitant, as he watched Marcus. Our silent brother hardly ever showed emotion and there was no man nor creature on this earth who could drive him into a state of terror.

"Who is here, Marcus?" I whispered, my eyes straining towards the woods. There was no one there as far as I could tell. Just bare trees and heaps of snow.

Watch.

And so I did. Caius turned his head to look at the familiar forests and for five minutes we watched.

Nothing happened.

"You old buffoon," I laughed, turning around and taking a few steps back. "There is no one there. Come Caius, leave dear old Marcus to himself. I'm afraid he's starting to loose his mind." I chuckled, shaking my head incredulously. Ridiculous. No one was in the woods except us three.

No response came from my brothers and I froze, my back to them. Neither were breathing.

"I would be more respectful to your brother, Aro. You just simply do not know when he could be telling the truth." I swallowed, that voice belonged to neither Caius nor Marcus. It was too young to belong to either of them, too wise and knowing.

A dreaded feeling blossomed from my chest.

I turned slowly and laid my eyes on the man who had spoken. He stood there, between a frozen Marcus and Caius. They both looked too stunned and scared to do anything.

He had nothing with him but the clothes in his back, a simple white button up shirt with the sleeves pushed up and a pair of beige pants. He wore no shoes and his face was neither hostile or friendly. I gawked at him, his perfect youth - he could not be older than twenty - and his...eyes. They were a bright orange, a flaming orange that reminded me of the sun in mid afternoon. His angles were more angled than any vampire I had ever seen and his face was gloriously flawless. He raised one eyebrow, one perfect eyebrow, as if to dare me to deny his existence.

I took a deep breath and exhaled, looking him up and down. His blond hair was slicked back but you could still see the texture of it; wavy and thick. It was long, almost reaching his broad shoulders. He was tall, too. Taller than any of us. Though his arms were at his sides, you could see the muscles and tendons weaving their way up his arms and to his shoulders.

The power that seeped from him was evident. I felt like even the whole guard had no chance when it came to this magnificent creature.

"Who...who are you?" I asked, almost scared myself. His eyes were mocking, like hard gemstones.

He then smiled, exposing teeth that could rip through metal. Through gold. Through vampire skin. "Who do you think I am, Aro?" I opened my mouth and then shut it.

"I have no clue," I managed to stutter out.

Caius was no help as he stood there, limp and frozen in fear. Marcus gawked at him in horror. Since when did one man turn the three most powerful vampires into terrified idiots?

"Oh, I think you do," he teased, his voice like velvet. He was like an angel, I thought. I almost expected wings to sprout from his shoulder blades.

"Just tell me," I begged, falling to my knees. His gaze was chilling and powerful. He could kill me before I even had the time to blink.

He crouched down before me, not even five feet away. Behind him, Caius seemed to snap to reality. He looked at the stranger with a brilliant anger in his eyes and he stepped forward, the snow crunching beneath his feet, unlike the mysterious man who had made no noise.

"You know the legends, do you not?" He asked me. I was frozen, torn between watching Caius who lurked forward and the haunting man before me.

Suddenly, Caius pounced, jaw open and teeth exposed. A loud crackle echoed around us and I watched with wide eyes as a transparent film seemed to separate Caius and the man. I looked at him, into his orange eyes, as he stared back at me. Caius flew back 25 feet and stayed still on the ice covered ground.

"You did that didn't you?" I muttered, watching as Marcus ran to Caius, who only appeared stunned and out of breath.

"Of course I did. You didn't think I would allow him to attack me, did you? Though I can tell you right now," his voice lowered, "I would win." I gawked at him. No one won in a fight against Caius. It just wasn't possible. The man had a built in strategy radar that could allow him to beat any opponent.

The man stood, offering me his hand. I reached for it and yelped softly. His skin was warm, like a humans. Impossible. And no memories oozed from his soul. There were no thoughts to read, no past experiences to watch.

"Do you know who I am now?" he asked, genuinely curious. I looked into his bright eyes and gulped nervously.

Yes, yes I did.

***

Maria's Point of View

"There is someone here who demands they speak to you, miss." I looked up from the map of the United States to stare at Penelope, the youngest soldier in my whole army. She looked at me uneasily, her head down.

Who could possibly be here?

I put the map down, ignoring the crinkling of the fragile paper. "Who is it?" I asked, curious.

"I - I don't know," she mumbled. I sighed impatiently and pushed myself up from the chair.

"Are they vampire? Human? What?" I snapped harshly. She jerked in the doorway, her hands clasped tightly. I rolled my eyes, people could be so difficult.

"I - I don't know," she repeated. My lip curled in disgust as I brushed past her, eager to see the strange visitor. As I passed her, I stopped, looking into her onyx eyes.

"Get yourself something to eat. You look starved," I growled. She shook her head, lips trembling. I continued out of my office, darting down the stairs and out the back door while following the sounds of my army. It seemed as if all 200 soldiers were packed outside in the spacious backyard to see the creature who demanded my time.

I strode through the tall, prickly grass and my eyes widened. A narrow alley was made for me as my army noticed my presence and I saw, through the crowd, a cloaked figure. I passed through, taking notice of the frightened eyes and prayers being mumbled. Vampires praying. How ironic.

I froze at the end, my eyes locking on the wide birth my soldiers gave the cloaked figure. The creature's back was to me and Chester was crouched, snarling at her as he dared to pass the barrier between the strange visitor and the army. He jerked forward, a vicious smile playing on his lips, as he teased the creature.

But then his cruel demeanor fell and he was sprawled on the ground. I gaped at him as he arched his back, screaming in pain and tearing at his chest.

"Stop it!" I bellowed, rushing forward. "What gives you the authority to torture my soldiers?" I snarled, blocking the visitor's line of sight to Chester. I heard as soldiers picked him up, allowing him to lean on them.

Vampires didn't feel physical pain. How odd of this creature to make Chester scream in agony.

The cloaked figure gazed at me and I found myself locked in its invisible gaze. For some strange reason, I could not see its face. Even a human would be able to look into the gaping hole of where its face should be but I could not. Shallow breaths came from the figure and its dizzying scent washed over me; it was like a rose blossoming in the pale moonlight.

"And what makes you think they are even your soldiers?" It was female. I could tell from the softness of the voice. The sweet notes lifting to my ears and I felt my jaw tighten. How dare she challenge my authority.

I swallowed uneasily as the crowd of soldiers watched with unwavering stares.

"Reveal yourself. Now," I demanded. I stared as two pale hands, slender and strong, reached up and pulled back the hood of the black velvet cloak.

And then I continued to stare.

Perfection, it seems, was right before me. She was stunning, a woman of possibly twenty years old, with the brightest violet eyes. I had no time to dwell on her strange colored eyes, the rest of her was distracting. She had almost hawkish features but they fit her face beautifully. They were sharp and defined on her mature face as her lips were soft and round. Waves of thick black hair framed her face and I could tell you one thing: the men of my army all swooned at the sight of her.

She was muscular for a woman, I noticed, and tall, also. She must have been about 5'11'' and she towered over my petite frame. Her skin was pale, possibly even paler then mine, and she looked like death itself. If death was beautiful, of course.

"Ah, Maria." She spoke my name with a familiar Spanish twinge and I looked at her with frightened eyes. What was she? "I have been waiting to meet you for so long," she said, her voice neither high nor low. It was gentle, almost tender, and had a slight sharpness to it.

I was flustered at her words.

"Who are you?" I wondered aloud. She was easily the most gorgeous creature I had ever laid eyes on, even when compared to other vampires. A small smile fell on her lips as she laughed softly. The sound was like bells.

"I have many names, my dear. Some call me Eve and my brother Adam, but it changes every century or two. I suppose it also depends on the country," she added, almost as if it was an after thought.

Adam and Eve.

In any other situation, I would have laughed and told her to get a grip. Adam and Eve were religious figures who I simply did not believe it. They were 'supposed' to be the first humans on Earth. Yes, of course, like this woman was Eve. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

My face fell, suddenly I was thinking this woman was just a joke. "Adam and Eve, huh? That is pretty far fetched," I muttered. She hissed softly through her teeth and I looked up at her in shock.

She leaned down with her frozen lips touching my ear. I gulped and straightened at the touch of her icy breath on my skin.

"Perhaps you know me better as mother," she whispered. I stepped back, suddenly frightened.

It just wasn't possible.