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Immovable Object

Summary:
When a super-powered serial killer's little brother disappears in Seattle, she sets out to bring him back by any means necessary. Set in Eclipse. Canon through Twilight, New Moon, and beginning of Eclipse. Canon pairings. Alternate Universe. Original Character. Rating for violence and language.


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Fanfiction.net URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8518212/1/Immovable-Object


15. Post Game Stats

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-Chapter 15: Post Game Stats-

"Still can't fly yet?" I taunted my brother as I landed a few yards away from him. Jasper and Emmet were flanking him, on guard and waiting for him to snap. I could hear Alice's frantic thoughts as she got another room ready for Ryan.

I can't believe I forgot! Bella's wedding and the newborns and…oh, I wonder if he'll be able to be around Bella…

"Afraid not," he spit out. He wasn't breathing. I could feel the blood lust flowing from him. It was far worse than anything the Cullens put out.

"You don't have to speak, save your breath," I said, tapping my temple. "I learned a few new tricks in my time with the Cullens; telepathy, pathokinesis, and precognition to name a few."

You can hear me?

"Yes, I can hear you."

Ryan's eyebrows scrunched together and he started to wonder how the Cullens were still alive if I 'learned' new abilities from them.

"Carlisle, the older blond one, helped me find a new way to take abilities. I don't need to kill people anymore."

That was probably the wrong thing to say. Ryan started going over the many deaths that were caused by his never ending thirst for blood. I'm a murderer.

"You and me both," I joked. He didn't crack a smile. "Listen, that's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. Carlisle and his family feed off of animals, not humans. As I understand it animal blood tastes like tofu, or something, compared to real meat. But I thought you might want to give it a try."

Hope and joy were prominent emotions before nose diving into depression and self loathing. Jesus, my brother is practically another Edward. All those people…and I could have drunk animals…

"They offered us a place to stay," I added. "You – we – can stay here while you learn not to kill people. Alice, the short, energizer bunny type, is setting up a room for you. I suggest you go talk with Carlisle and maybe go hunt some animals or something."

"-and then she tossed your ass back into the field. Oh my God, your face!" Emmet let out another signature house-shaking bellow. Everyone sniggered at Ryan's eye roll.

Ryan had talked with Carlisle and Esme before going out with Jasper and Emmet to hunt some animals. Apparently deer doesn't taste very good, although I've never had venison. He had agreed to stay and learn to be a vegetarian, gold-eyed vampire; and now we were all back at in the living area of the mansion, discussing what happened during the battle and after. It was late, nearly 12:30 AM, but Bella and I were still up.

Apparently Jacob had gotten the right side of his body demolished by a newborn. Carlisle was allowed down on the reservation to tend to his injuries, as it wasn't safe to bring him to a normal doctor with a flaming-hot temperature. The rest of the pack was recovering back in La Push, so it was just the Cullens, Bella, Ryan and me.

"You got your ass kicked by your human sister," Emmet continued to taunt my newborn vampire brother. "while she was burning from the venom."

"You got bitten?" Bella asked with a gasp.

I nodded and raised my sleeve; the completely healed-over scar was easily visible on my skin.

"What wolf went after Ryan?" I asked, pulling my sleeve down. I was pretty sure I didn't kill the dog, but I did warn them not to fuck with my brother.

"It was Paul," Bella answered from Edward's lap. "You broke all four of his legs. He's a little upset at you."

Suddenly Edward and I started laughing hysterically from the mental picture Emmet sent our way. He was imagining a gigantic werewolf with thick, white casts on each leg, stiffly lumbering along through the woods.

"Perhaps we should discuss what Emily and Edward learned from Jane," Jasper cut in, trying to keep a straight face, but failing from all the humor flowing through the room. He turned to me. "You said she knew about the newborn army?"

"She met with Victoria before the decision was made to bring the newborns here," I said. "She didn't directly say it, but it was strongly implied Jane wanted you and your coven – family – gone."

"I can't believe that Aro would allow that," Carlisle shook his head.

"He would," Edward said. "His thoughts were consumed by the desire to have Alice and myself as part of his guard. Add to that Bella's immunity to mental gifts and the size of our family, and I'm not surprised at all. I know you want to see the good in people, Carlisle, but Aro would absolutely allow it."

"And now they know about Emily and me," Ryan muttered.

"Yes," Edward continued, "and it's a good thing the guard only saw Emily's shielding abilities and not her other powers. Nonetheless, Aro will be very interested in you now – or at least Emily."

"He is," I confirmed, recalling the numerous futures where either Aro himself came to investigate or he sent out one of his guard. "He won't stick to a decision – probably assuming Alice will see it – but he definitely wants to meet me, among other things."

This would come to a confrontation, I was positive. Aro wanted me as part of his guard – I knew this without even having met the vampire. I am a serial killer who doesn't exactly play nicely taking orders from someone. It may sound a bit cliché, but one of us was going to be dead in the not-so-distant future, and it was most definitely not going to be me.

But the situation is even more complex than that. For the first time since I was a child, I have more attachments than just my brother. I actually care about these golden-eyed vampires. The old me would have let Esme die – would have watched my brother kill her before taking him away from the fight. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if the old me would have teamed up with Victoria, just to make sure I was on the same side as Ryan.

"And now the Volturi will be coming after us," Rosalie hissed. "All because we had to affiliate ourselves with a mutant!"

"Rose…" Emmet started softly.

"No, I don't mind," I cut Emmet off. "She's right, anyway. They don't know about the rest of my abilities, but eventually Aro is going to come knocking on your door to find me."

"There would be no need for that," Jasper said. "Demetri would be able to track you down anywhere you would go. There would be no need for the guard to come after us if you left."

"But she took my…gift, right?" Bella questioned. Jasper looked to her in question. "I mean, mental powers don't work on me and he tracks through the mind, right?"

"That's right," Carlisle nodded to Bella, "but we would never ask you to face the Volturi by yourself, Emily." Of course he wouldn't. Not even at the cost of his own family would he leave Ryan and me out to dry.

"I think the best we can do is have Alice and Emily watch out for any decisions Aro makes." Edward said.

"That's kind of a horrible plan when Aro knows how to get around Alice's power," I said, cocking my eyebrow at him.

"There's not much else we can do," Edward sighed, leaning into Bella's side.

Not we, but I would be finding something else to do about Aro in the far future. I made no plans of this, of course, for Alice would see that. But fighting vampires was extremely challenging. In all my years of conquest after conquest, not a single one of my victims had ever wounded me. In my first real fight with vampires I was bitten and nearly turned into one.

Was that the answer, then? Become a vampire to fight vampires? No. It would be too easy to just inject myself with venom; there's no sense of accomplishment there at all. But I could not reliably go on killing vampires without eventually being killed. It was inevitable. My body needed an upgrade – I needed to break out of the consistency that HLV2 provided me and move on to bigger and brighter things. My ability whirred inside my head as I schemed away.

"You never did tell me how you got caught by those vampires," I said to Ryan from twenty feet in the air. We were catching up in the woods a few miles out from the mansion. Ryan was trying his hand at flying, but could only manage to hover a few meters off the ground before he lost equilibrium and crashed.

"I don't really remember a lot," Ryan shrugged, knocking off some of the forest off his shoulder. He jumped up into a tree so that he was as high up as me. "I think it was Riley…but he moved so fast. I think I put up a fight, though. He tried to feed on me – that I remember – and I knocked him off. Humans can't really do that." He shook his head.

"So they decided you'd make a better soldier than a meal?"

Ryan shrugged in response, breaking off a branch and crumbling it in his fingers. "I guess."

"Why didn't you come to me? Why didn't you let me know you were alive, Ryan?" This was the part that didn't make sense. He was a newborn, sure, but he could have used a cell phone off of a human he killed to call me.

"I was afraid," Ryan whispered. Afraid I'd hurt you.

"Hurt me?" I questioned. "Ryan, I can take care of myself. I thought for sure you were dead!"

"So could I!" Ryan threw up his hands, shifting on his perch. "I wasn't as strong as you were, but…they were able to take me so fast. I felt the bloodlust – killed two people without even understanding what I was doing. You would have come for me if I had called…and I didn't want you dead, Emily." Sadness, self loathing, desperation.

"My shield would have protected me, Ryan. We would have been OK."

"Yeah, I figured as much when Bree came back from hunting looking like she saw a ghost," he smirked at me, visualizing what happened that night.

I was still thirsty, even though I'd just fed…murdered. I closed my eyes and tried to tune out – tried to escape from this hell. Several of the others were playing video games, but I didn't bother with them. Suddenly, I was shaken from my state by a door crashing open and frantic breathing. Diego ran over to the girl who had emerged from the stairs – Bree was her name.

"Bree, what's going on?" Diego asked, moving them to the far wall of the basement. Most of the others turned away and back to their distractions, waiting for the chance to feed again. My throat burned at the thought.

"It was a…a girl," Bree stuttered out, taking a deep breath and holding her hands over her heart. "A human. I was hunting and the next thing I know she…she stabbed me!" My ears perked up at that and I turned in their direction to watch. Bree rubbed her apparent wound and stared at Diego.

"A human stabbed you?" he questioned, sounding completely unconvinced.

"None of them believed her, of course," Ryan explained. "But I knew right away it was you and that damn knife of yours. I had no idea it could cut through our skin, though."

"What can I say," I shrugged, "Divinium beats everything."

"I'm glad it's over," Ryan smiled, looking into the horizon.

"Speak for yourself," I murmured. "You should go hunt, Ryan; I can feel your thirst, you know."

"Yeah, yeah," Ryan replied, leaping out of the tree. "See you later." I waved him off as he rocketed away. Deciding to call it a night, I flew off in the direction of the mansion.