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.She's Not In-between, Just Other.

She's Not In-between, Just Other There's a visitor in Forks, but she's definitely no tourist. That appears to be all that’s definite, though. Well…that and her stunning beauty. Can the Cullens figure out just exactly who or what she is? Could her mysterious male companions provide the answers? Set a decade or so after Breaking Dawn ends…Renesmee is full grown (and married to Jacob) and the wolf pack at La Push has grown significantly. Apart from that, everything is pretty much the same…

I don't own Twilight, unfortunately. I do, however, own Freyvarr. Her soul is mine! Muhahaha!

6. Chapter 6 - Vote

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"So," said Carlisle, "I think we should have a vote, on our possible agreement to Freyvarr's proposal of an…alliance. Freyvarr, you may want to step out of the room for a few minutes."

Freyvarr did not hesitate in doing so, immediately quitting her comfortable position and leaving the room.

"Can we vote?" asked Reon, "the werewolves, I mean. It's as much to do with us as it is to do with you."

"He has a point, Carlisle," added Jacob.

"Yes, of course. The werewolves may also vote. So, all those in favour of Freyvarr's suggestion should kindly now raise you hands."

The decision was by no means immediately obvious. Of the Cullens, Bella and Edward voted in Freyvarr's favour. The same went for Carlisle and Esme. Alice's confident hand shot straight up and was also a definite yes, though Jasper's half raised hand was rather more hesitant. Renesmee, however, had voted no, whilst eyeing her father's hand with disapproval. Edward could hear the scandalous tone of her thoughts.

Huh, well we all know why he's voting. Yes I think we can all see how well he got on with Freyvarr. Hasn't forgotten a certain mother of mine and a certain wife of his, no not at all. Not one bit.

The last sentences dripped with sarcasm. This wasn't like Renesmee at all. Her thoughts weren't usually this harsh or negative. Edward was concerned and almost thought about retracting his vote, but it had already been counted.

Another no came from a slightly torn Emmett, who had eventually decided to conform to the most definite no of them all - Rosalie's. She stood arms crossed, staring out the other members of her family whilst Emmett considered the vote.

Freyvarr seems nice enough, and god knows the werewolves could do with a break. Then again, imagine the trouble I'd be in later if I did vote in her favour …

At this point he eyed Rosalie warily.

Of the werewolves, Reon of course voted yes. As did Jacob. The others seemed reluctant to go against their leader's choice, but eventually still remained with their hands at their sides.

Though the decision was far from unanimous, the votes in favour of trusting Freyvarr still outweighed their opposition. "Well then," said Carlisle, "It is decided. Perhaps someone should go and get Freyvarr?"

Edward left and found Freyvarr circling aimlessly in the trees near the Cullen house.

"How did the voting go?" she asked as he approached.

"The majority in your favour," stated Edward, "Congratulations."

"Are you sure that congratulations is the right word for an occasion such as this?"

"Perhaps not. Do you really think you can protect us, though, Freyvarr?"

"Of course I do. I never say things that I do not mean. Unless it is an attempt at humour, but that hardly counts."

They covered the remaining short distance to the house in silence. Edward like this silence. I t was the comfortable silence of being in someone's presence without having to hear every thought that they had. It was one of the things that he liked most about the times when he was alone with Bella. Well. That and…other things.

Suddenly the peace was broken as they re-entered Reon's thought range. Edward grimaced.


What had caused that pained expression on Edward's face? Freyvarr did not know.

"What's the matter, Edward?"

"Oh it's just Reon."

Freyvarr wore an expression for the first time in her life which suggested that she had no idea what he was talking about. What an annoying side effect of confusion.

"Oh right," said Edward, "You don't know. I'm probably not the best person to explain to you. Maybe…maybe Jacob can. Ask Jacob…"

"Explain what?"

"Well it's just a thing. A thing that werewolves do. A thing that Reon has done. It really is best if Jacob explains."

"Oh. Okay."


What was taking His Precious so long? Surely she could not have wandered far? No, Reon could hear the footfalls of Edward and His Beautiful approaching now. Not long before she was back again. Sure enough they soon re-entered the living room, His Glorious wearing an expression which Reon had not yet seen on her.

"Jacob?" asked His Magnificent "May I speak with you?"

Speak with Jacob? Why should His Precious, Reon's only precious wish to speak with Jacob? Jacob had his own vampire; he needn't be speaking to The Precious. Then again, Reon was sure that she must have an important reason for requesting a conversation.

"With me?" asked Jacob.

"Yes. Edward assures me that you are the one I must speak to."

"Oh. Well okay then. I guess so. Um… shall we step outside…or..?"

"Outside. I suppose that will do well enough."

Before His Glorious left once more (why must she always be coming and going?), she shot him a quick glance. Reon could not quite tell what it meant, but since her attention must almost always be a good thing, he replied with a wide lope-sided grin. He barely saw what reaction that inspired before she was out of the door, but he thought he caught a glimpse of a raised eyebrow. How Freyvarr…