#werewolf family

[theprissythumbelina]

Snippet Time!

I feel like I haven't posted anything in forever, and since I mentioned him on one of my polls I thought I might post this for reads and comments.

As a bit of context, Kel comes into Mortal Sparks as a detective and former companion of Nicolette's mother. He helps Nicolette and Alyss move through the big city and eventually flee the continent on a ship. Kel has been haunted through his life by the kidnapping and murder of most of his family, which he believes was tied to the exotic slave trade. Despite his efforts, the three youngest members of his family have been missing for over 20 years.

This snippet is from his childhood in the rural mountains of Clard Bute.

@thetruearchmagos @teacupsandstarlight if you're up for a bit of not-light reading?

"Happy birthday!"

Owen groaned as he was shaken so hard his head flopped off the pillow. 

"Happy birthday!" a chipper voice repeated, a soft thump landing next to his head. Owen curled tighter in his quilt. Small hands patted his cheek repeatedly.

"You think we should get the water, Pat?" Conner asked, somewhere above. 

"Gonna be late if we don't," Patty grumbled. 

Owen fumbled to his left, snagging Riley and pulling her in with a squeal. "Gonna get the baby wet," he mumbled, tickling her until she flopped off the bed, still giggling. He pulled himself up and rubbed his eyes. 

"I'll pay that price," Conner loomed over him, wielding a cup threateningly. Owen could see it was empty from the bed. He stuck his tongue out. 

"That's not how a man acts," Patty scolded from the door. She tried to pick Riley up from the floor and was promptly tickled in return. "Get up, Owen. Kel made breakfast."

"Get up, Owen," Conner mimicked. 

"Get up, Owen!" Riley added helpfully. "Up, Owen!"

"I'm going to eat," Patty sniffed. She left, and Owen pushed himself up. He pulled a shirt over his longjohns, stumbling as Riley tangled herself in his legs. 

"Can you get rid of her?" he pleaded to Conner. 

His older brother swept Riley up in a bear hug. 

"Com'on, blubberbug, breakfast's waiting." He walked her awkwardly out to the kitchen as she tried to wiggle over his shoulder. Owen pulled on his boots and shuffled after them. 

"Morning, birthday boy!" Kel crowed from the stove. Patty was already grumpily spooning oatmeal into her bowl. Owen's eyes caught on a small pile of chokecherries at Kel's elbow. Kel caught his look and grinned. 

"Ready to eat?" He held out a bowl and sprinkled the chokecherries dramatically on top. "Only the best for our new man of the house."

Owen wrinkled his nose. "I'm twelve," he complained. "'Sides, that's Noah."

"And what am I, chopped liver?" Kel teased. "I get you wains out of bed, I feed you, I clean your nasty clothes -" he paused to pull Riley's hair out of her oatmeal, twisting it into a hair-tie. "And it ain't no picnic." 

"Love you, Kel," Patty announced obediently, Owen and Conner a beat behind. Kel waved it away affectionately.

"Get on to school, now. You'll be late." Owen crammed more chokecherries in his mouth in between gulping down oatmeal. He grabbed his books, packed and ready by the door, and trooped out with Conner, Patty, and Riley. 

"Not coming, Kel?" Patty turned before the door shut. Kel shook his head.

"Gotta call Mom, you ken? She probably lost track of the days. She'll want to be here tonight." 

He said it with such easy confidence, Owen almost believed him. Conner muttered something, but shook his head when Owen leaned closer. He tugged at Patty's arm, and she let the door slam shut. 

"He's gonna be behind next time he does come," she complained as they stomped down the frosted dirt road. Owen gazed up at the lightening sky, hoping they'd have an early snow for his birthday. 

"He's not going back," Conner snapped. "He's gonna go with Noah next year, and I'll be looking after you lot. And once you get to 15, you'll be looking after Owen and Rils and I'll be working too."

Patty was silent for a moment. She stepped over the pinecone Owen kicked her way, still frowning. 

"But I like school. I want to be a nurse, you have to go to school past 15 for that."

"Yeah, and I wanted to be a printer. But someone has got to take care of the littles."

"Kel takes care of us just fine," she protested. "Why can´t he stay home? He's been doing it since Mom left."

"Daithaine ort, Pat, 'cause he's gotta work. You think Noah makes enough for 5 of us? You think we can live off berries and rabbits forever? What about our clothes, Pat? You'll be fine, you got Mom's and 'Kayla's dresses, but what about Owen?"

Owen hunched his shoulders at his name. Patty had a stubborn look on her face, like she was glaring at John Balacky all over again. Conner went on. 

"His boot were Dad's, then they were Noah's, then they were Kel's, then they were mine. You think they're gonna last much longer?"

Owen could hear Noah's words as Conner ranted. A three-room cabin was not enough space to avoid eavesdropping even on a quiet conversation. He'd seen the slump of Kel's shoulders through the door slit, heard a mumbled agreement as Noah ran his hand over his face. He had looked older than nineteen, in the lamplight. Owen had heard a different variation a few days later, as Conner tried to make his own stand. Kel had put a hand on his shoulder, but Conner shook it off and stomped into the bedroom he shared with Owen. 

Noah had gone to bed a few moments later, pausing at the door as Conner cried quietly with his face toward the wall. His footsteps moved on after a few seconds, leaving only Kel to quietly prepare the kitchen for the morning. 

 Owen had barely seen his oldest brother for the last two years, and never in daylight. He rose before the rest, second only to Kel, who got up first to warm the stove. He got back home late too, smelling like sap and cold and sweat. Kel alone waited up for him most nights, though the sound of movement sometimes stirred the younger kids to say goodnight. 

Owen blinked as Patty stomped her foot, now in a full-fledged argument with Conner. He buried his fingers deeper in his pockets, wondering if it was worth the effort to break them up. He yawned and thought better of it. They were still arguing as he pushed open the wire gate to the schoolhouse. 

Kel was waiting for them as soon as the school bell rang. He leaned on the wire fence, grinning cheekily at the older girls standing in the schoolyard. Mary Balacky in particular took notice, her face turned toward him even as she chatted with her friends. Her red bow bounced slightly on the top of her head as she nodded happily, her eyes darting to Kel. Owen wrinkled his nose as Patty snorted. John Balacky stuck his tongue out at Patty as she and Owen pushed past, half-hidden behind his sister's skirt. 

"Where'd Conner get off too?" Kel asked cheerfully, glancing at Patty and Owen before eyeing the girls again. He had a pack slung over one shoulder that was suspiciously lumpy. 

"Ms. K wanted to talk with him," Patty said snottily. 

"She said he wasn't in trouble," Owen piped up. 

"Probably she wants to give him another award for good behavior," Kel reached over and tugged at Patty's curls. "Not like little Miss Right Hook here."

"Jonny started it," Patty insisted, swatting at Kel's arm. 

"And you ended it just like I showed you, huh? Right in the kisser. Pow!" 

Patty grinned. 

"What's that?" Owen pointed to the bag. 

"Nothing for right now. Gotta wait for the celebration, alright?"

Conner stomped out of the school, glowering at the younger kids in his way. They scattered like sparrows as he reached the gate. 

"There he is," Kel greeted him. "You get another gold star?" 

Conner resettled his bag on his shoulder. "She wanted to know if this was my last year in school." He shrugged. "I told her I didn't know."

Kel grimaced, making an aborted attempt to pat Conner's shoulder. "Well," he cleared his throat, "Let's get going, wains."

A chorus of "Bye, Kel!" followed them away from the school. Kel twisted to give one last wave before settling to walk up the mountain, his arm draped over Owen's shoulder. Halfway to the house, Owen gathered the courage to speak.

"Kel?" He hesitated. 

Kel tightened his arm supportively. 

"What's the craic?" 

Owen felt his newfound courage fade. "What if…" he tried, but lapsed into silence. Kel gave him small smile. 

"What if it doesn't work?" he finished for Owen. Owen nodded, cheeks heating. 

"Well," Kel dragged the word out, "If it doesn't, we gotta feed you to the fairies, you know." 

Owen blinked at him. "The fairies?"

"Yeah, you´ve seen the ring down by the kill. You know, we used to have another brother, but it didn't work for him, so he had to go into the ring."

Owen stared up at him. Kel snorted. 

"Geez, If I told you I wrote gullible on the roof you'd look up, wouldn't you?"

"Uh," Owen muttered. 

"It's gonna work, buddy. And if it doesn't, you'll still be our annoying littlest brother. 'Sides, you don't remember your teething years. You've got some strong chompers."

Kel poked at his mouth playfully. "Open up now, let's see those sharp canines. I've still got a scar from when I got too close to your dinner."

Owen pushed him away. Kel chuckled and slung his arm back over Owen's shoulder. "You're gonna be fine, I promise. Scout's honor."

Owen nodded, but he burrowed a light tighter under Kel's arm anyway. 

At the house, he and Patty did their homework while Conner helped Riley with hers, and Kel chopped firewood behind the house until dinnertime. 

Owen looked up when the door opened, expecting to see Kel. Instead, Noah pushed his way in, dropping his knapsack in the line of bags by the door. Owen jumped out of his seat and rushed into Noah's arms. 

Noah chuckled, wrapping Owen in a bear hug. "Easy there, bud," he rumbled. Patty and Riley also joined the clump, squishing Owen between his siblings. 

"I didn't know if you were gonna be here," Owen beamed up at Noah. 

"Course I was. I wouldn't miss your birthday."

"Missed mine," Conner muttered from the table. Noah looked up, a dark expression clouding his face, but whatever he was going to say was interrupted by Kel pushing past. 

"None of that," Kel told Conner pointedly, "This is a birthday and we're gonna be happy with each other, okay?"

Conner shrugged, but followed him back out for another armful of firewood. 

With the stew ready and the shadows stretching over their cottage, Owen sat in the middle of his family as they prayed and sang and ate. As he tipped the last of the stew into his mouth, Kel stood up and fetched his bag, setting it down in front of Owen and taking his bowl. Owen pulled back the top of the bag and lifted out a pair of dark leather boots, solid and sturdy, with only a few scratches on the toe. He breathed in the smell of clean leather, with no scent of his brothers. These boots were his and his alone. He grinned up at Noah, who was watching him with a tired smile. 

"You'll need to pad them out with your socks still," he told Owen, "but we figured your old ones were about ready to kick the can. These should last you at least ten years, if you care for them right."

"I will," Owen promised. He stood and hugged Noah, then Kel. 

"You want another bowl?" Kel asked. "There's a little left." 

Owen shook his head. "Its almost time, right? We could visit Kayla and Dad, before…"

Noah got to his feet. "Good idea. Let's go visit Kayla. The bonfire is close to her anyway."

The kitchen was suddenly a bustle of activity as everyone fetched coats and boots. Kel fussed over Riley, pushing his own gloves over her mittens and wrapping a second scarf over her head. He delayed so long that even Noah rolled his eyes and pushed them all outside. 

All six followed a small path through the trees, into a small clearing. Owen blinked in the darkness of the trees, but he followed his brother's sure footsteps into the lighter area of the clearing. Puffs of air hung around their heads as the family gathered next to two headstones. Owen hung away from the second headstone. It had always made him feel weird, that there was no grave under it. It was like talking to empty air. But, the loggers never found any remains to give them. Their mother had insisted on the headstone. 

Kel cleared his throat. "Hey, Kayla. Hey, Dad. It's Owen's birthday, his twelfth birthday. We, uh, we wanted to come and all be together -  well almost all, but," He took a deep breath. "We wanted to come and remember that, we're still a family. And we always will be. You both should have been here tonight, and -"

He stumbled to a stop. Noah took over. "You aren't forgotten. You never will be. Each of us carries you in our hearts. Tonight, in this life or the next, we are together, as family."

Patty nudged Owen. "Say something," she hissed. 

"Uh, Dad, Kayla, I miss you. We miss you. But I promise, I'm gonna make you proud, and I'm gonna, uh, take my place in the family. We're looking out for each other."

They stood in silence for a long moment. Kel shifted first, gazing at the sky. 

"Moon's almost up." he said. "Let's get to the fire."

On the other end of the clearing, Kel had piled logs and branches almost up to Owen's chest. The logs had already been doused with gasoline, and a thick swath of freshly tiled dirt created a barrier between the bonfire and any dry grass or pine needles. Noah struck a match and tossed it at the base of the logs. It caught flame with a bright flare that settled into a steady, warm blaze. 

Owen fiddled under his coat, clutching his amulet. He hadn't taken it off in nearly six years. His heart was already pounding away next to the amulet, heating the red stone. Owen heard a thump as Noah shed his heavy overcoat. To his right, Kel unwrapped his own scarf and added it on top of Riley's numerous layers, followed by his own coat. Conner had already stripped to his longjohns, and Patty was pulling off her boots. 

"It's best if you get the clothes off before it starts," Noah advised him gently, pulling off his shirt. "You don't want to rip anything." 

Owen nodded nervously. He had always been like Riley until now, waiting in cast off layers for the moon to finally cast light over the clearing. He tugged at the laces of his boots, his ears attuned to the soft sounds of clothes falling to the ground around him. Owen was down to his skivvies, shivering, when a low groan made him look up. 

The moon had risen. It loomed behind the mountains, thin wisps of clouds curling around and under its glow. Full, and huge, it stretched up, up, and at last pulled free of the horizon. Kel's head dropped back to his shoulders as he groaned again. Noah fell into a crouch. Conner stretched his arms forward. Patty threw her head back and let out a high, mournful cry, that slipped into a wild howl as she shuddered and folded, her forelimbs lengthening, her hair spreading to cover her entire body in dark brown fur. She threw back her muzzle and howled again. This time, Kel joined in, his voice dark and melodic. Noah and Conner joined, Conner an octave above both his brothers. 

Owen's throat ached to join in, like he had dreamed each full moon. But he clung to the amulet, his hand like a vise. If he took it off, he'd have no excuse. He hesitated. The voices dwindled off. A cold nudge to his elbow brought him back to reality, and he looked up at Kel's amber eyes. He was a huge werewolf, larger than a pony, but even a smaller werewolf like Patty could never be confused for a true wolf. It was the eyes, and the legs, with their strangely long paws and bent limbs. Kel nudged him again, his eyes gentle. 

Swallowing, Owen pulled the amulet over his head, and tossed it into the fire. For the first time, he felt the moon steal over his skin. It itched like crazy, like his skin was crawling, moving. He scratched at thick, dark fur that coated his arms, his legs, his chest. He cried out as his fingers cracked and twitched, becoming longer, thicker, built for running and clawing. He ran his tongue around a lengthening mouth, sharpening teeth, and finally, finally, settled in a crouch and tipped his head back to the moon, letting loose a howl. 

His siblings joined in joyously, howling and yipping, their voices bouncing off the mountains and echoing back like a pack of a hundred. Owen pulled in air through his nose for the first time, marking the scent of each of his pack, his family. The fire in front of him snagged in his nostrils, sharp and acrid, but below that was the scent of the trees, clean, and the earth, and a deer, stinking of fear as it bounded away. Owen ached to chase it. 

As if he had read Owen's mind, Noah rose to all four feet, summoning his pack with a low grumble. Owen bounded up, his tail betraying his excitement. Patty and Conner panted and yipped, circling Noah impatiently. Noah held them back until Kel straightened from his crouch, Riley steady on his shoulders. 

With a huff, Noah bounded forward, Patty and Conner on his heels, Owen and Kel bringing up the rear. They raced down the mountain, the scent of the deer's panic like a flare. Owen stretched his new limbs, feeling the blood pound freely through his veins. He matched pace with Conner, their shoulders' brushing in perfect unison. Patty yipped as she broke off to the right. Conner steered Owen to the left, surrounding the deer. They were so close now, he could hear the deer's heart pound. In the distance, another voice lifted to the moon. Wilder, older, and burdened by sorrow, but still celebrating a new member of the pack. 

[braveclementine]

What Do you Mean the Wedding is Still Going On?

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I sat in the living room the next day with Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett, watching the news. They're were reporting about Seattle at the moment.

A blond news reporter stood on the TV, police car lights on behind her in a dark intersection on a block off street. "Seattle is in a state of terror. Police are baffled by the escalating murders and disappearances. Theories range from a vicious new gang to a wildly active serial killer. Reporting live-"

Carlisle turned the TV off as Edward and Bella came into the room, wrapping an arm around my shoulder where I sat between him and Jasper. "It's getting worse. We're going to have to do something."

Emmett was slowly punching his fist into his hand where he sat on the back of the couch instead of actually sitting on it properly.

"Emmett, sit on the furniture right." I muttered under my breath. Emmett didn't listen to me, shooting me a cocky grin instead.

I hadn't told them about Uncle Josh or Dad or whatever I was supposed to call him. I mean, I told them he had died, I just didn't say Victoria was the one who killed him.

Not that Marcel knew who Victoria was. He had just said there was red hair at the scene that they couldn't match to anyone so I was almost certain it was Victoria. I couldn't really think of anyone else.

The only thing I couldn't figure out was why. Surely she couldn't know what Uncle Josh and Marcel had provided me with, could she?

"It takes more than one of our kind to cause the damage they're reporting." Jasper said, still staring at the blank TV as he said this. "Quite a few more. And they're undisciplined, conspicuous."

"It's newborns." Edward said.

Carlisle looked up and Bella looked between everyone and then asked, "What, like new vampires?"

"In the first few months after the change." Edward explained.

"That's when we're at our most uncontrollable. Vicious. Insane with thirst." Jasper said. Carlisle tightened his arm around me.

"Something to look forward to." Emmett said. I scoffed.

"No one's trained these newborns, but this isn't random." Jasper said.

"Someone's creating an army." Carlisle said softly.

"Well now we're definitely going to Seattle." Emmett said, getting up off the couch excitedly.

"Like what?" I asked angrily. "Today? Absolutely not."

"An army of vampires?" Bella asked skeptically.

"And they've been created to fight someone." Jasper explained.

"Oh wow, let me guess. Hmm, us." I muttered sarcastically under my breath. "Lucky us."

Edward glared at me while Emmett grinned.

"Mom's right. We're the only clan even close to Seattle." Edward said.

"Regardless of why they were made," Carlisle interjected, "if we don't put a stop to them, the Volturi will. I'm surprised they let it go on this long."

"Maybe they're behind it." Edward and I said at the same time.

Edward continued, "In Italy, I read Aro's mind. He wants me, Alice, and Davina to join him but he knows we'll never choose him as long as our family's still alive."

"An army could solve that for him." Jasper said while Carlisle's arm grew even tighter around me still.

I was going to have to enact my plan. And I was going to have to enact it soon.

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I sat on the kitchen counter, snickering as Carlisle wrapped up Bella's hand. "It's just a sprain. It should heal fairly quickly."

I was observing Carlisle. He was wearing a lovely navy blue sweater with a white collar shirt underneath.

Jasper and Emmett walked in and I noticed the contrasting difference between them in their fancy clothes, and Edward in a sweatshirt. Emmett was wearing a gray vest over a gray shirt, with black dress pants. Jasper was wearing the same thing as Carlisle, just in different colours.

"Trying to walk and chew gum at the same time again Bella?" Emmett asked, coming to sit next to me on the counter, pulling me into a side hug.

"I punched a werewolf in the face." Bella said with a slight scoff.

I snickered again.

"Badass. You're gonna be one tough little newborn." Emmett said.

"Tough enough to take you on." Bella jested. I laughed, pushing on Emmett's shoulder but the jokes weren't good for Rosalie who tossed the newspaper aside, walking out the door.

"Don't worry about it." Was all Emmett said.

There was some awkward silence before Edward asked, "Got any new leads?"

"No sign of the intruder. But Victoria continues to make appearances." Jasper said.

I wrapped my arms around Carlisle's neck as he leaned his back against the counter.

Bella left the house to leave the five of us to discussion.

"What about the wolves Mom?" Edward asked.

"If they've found anything they haven't confided it in me. But the last thing Sam said was they didn't have anything." I murmured.

"Mom!" Alice said, running in.

"Yeah?" I asked, unconcerned, kissing the top of Carlisle's head.

"Come on. You need to try on your wedding dress!" Alice said, darting up to me to grab my arm.

"I'm sorry?" I asked, confused, "What now?"

"You're wedding is literally in two days!" Alice scoffed.

"Wait, that's still happening?" I asked, completely taken away.

Alice glared at me, "Why wouldn't it?"

"I- I don't- Seattle- new born vampires- Victoria- Pff- I-"

Alice literally scooped me off the kitchen counter and started pulling me after her.

"Jasper!" I called behind me.

"Sorry Mama." Jasper called back with laughter in his voice.

Upon entering Alice's room, I found Esme waiting for me as well, along with the dress.

"Oh." I whispered, seeing the dress. "Oh, Alice."

"I know." Alice beamed. "It's a little later than the 1640's, closer to the 1700's, but it's close to the style that was done in Carlisle's time. Do you like it?"

"I love it." I whispered, looking at the beautiful wedding dress in front of me.

It was white with long sleeves and a jeweled bodice that was decorated to look like a corset. There were ruffles along the shoulders and the v shape. It was a low V-shape and wouldn't reveal much, but it was also set lower along the shoulders. It came with a pearl necklace that was so small, it was almost like a choker, but I think that was what Alice was going for. There were silver flowers and also white roses on the outside of the dress with was a very fine, see through skirt. The other layers were white silk.

(Or I found a new dress)

"There will be a train and a veil as well." Alice said giddily.

"Will he like it?" I breathed out.

"He'll love it." Esme assured me.

"Come on! Get dressed! Get dressed!" Alice was pretty much squealing with delight. I quickly undressed, and with Alice and Esme's help, dressed in the wedding dress.

"It fits you perfectly." Esme said.

"I look kind've pale." I muttered.

"Don't worry." Alice said. "Makeup will fix that and if you spend all of tomorrow down at La Push, you'll get a little bit of a tan."

I took her word for it. Maybe I'd get Leah to come sunbathing with me or Seth to go surfing.

"So, um, tell me about the wedding arrangements so I'm not taken by surprise." I said quietly.

"Alright, so," Alice said in delight. "All your bridesmaids will be wearing sky blue."

"I have bridesmaids? As in. . . plural?" I questioned.

"Yep! Me, Rosalie, Emily, and Leah." Alice said happily.

I raised my eyebrows. "Leah said yes to being my bridesmaid? Alongside vampires?"

"Yep." Alice said. "Also, Sam is going to be walking you down the aisle."

I smiled at that. Good old Sam.

"But you will have to pick your maid of honor." Alice said with a shrug.

"How am I supposed to choose?" I asked, confused.

"Well, it can't be a bridesmaid." Alice pointed out. "So that should narrow your options down."

"Esme?" I questioned, "Would you like to be my maid of honor?"

Esme smiled, venom swelling up in her eyes with happiness. "I would love that."

I smiled as Alice helped me out of the wedding dress. "What about the cake?"

Alice snorted, "Vanilla with vanilla icing. Don't worry, I would never forget that."

"It's not going to be over the top, is it?" I questioned carefully.

"Oh no! There's only five layers." Alice replied.

"FIVE!" I asked.

"Well, the wolves love to eat." Alice pointed out.

I paused, "Actually, that's a good point."

"Don't worry, there'll be a lot of food." Alice said. "And Emmett is making sure that there'll be blood too. Since it's us and part of the Denali clan, animal blood will be mixed in with our wine. Meaning that it's mostly blood."

I nodded, "Well at least everyone's going to be happy."

I sighed. I was feeling more and more nervous with every passing moment.

"Don't be nervous." Alice said. "It'll be great. You two absolutely love each other."

"I know." I said, taking in a shuddering breath. "Does Marcel have a part to play in all of this? Or is he not coming anymore?"

"He is. He would've walked you down the aisle but I told him about Sam and about your Uncle Joshua/ Dad relationship thing." Alice said. "I hope you don't mind. Anyways, he thinks it's fair that Sam walks you instead. All the other guests are Quiluete, Courtney and her family from the hospital, Charlie of course, and then I invited Angela and Eric because I know you like them."

I smiled, "You did good Alice."

I checked the clock, "I ought to go."

"Alright, you'll be coming back here, right?" Alice asked.

"Maybe." I said slowly, not wanting to make promises. "We'll see. I'll call though, if I'm not so Carlisle doesn't worry."

"Alright." Both Alice and Esme hugged and kissed my cheek.

Once I was in my SUV though, all the other emotions left me. I drove to Seattle.

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I hunkered down in the back of my car, connecting my laptop to the WIFI of one of the nearby buildings.

I was parked in an alleyway, the car lights off and locked. It wouldn't stop much, but it was enough. I had my gun, stake, and lighter beside me.

I wasn't stupid. I wasn't going to attempt killing anything. But I had to be in Seattle for this plan to work.

I carefully attached the drone to my laptop, setting up a recording process. I had crossed off sections of Seattle with a red marker. I knew exactly where I needed the drone to go.

Marcel and Uncle Josh- for lack of anything better to call him- had given me the army codes to Seattle. These were codes to the high tech security cameras that the army had planted. They had these in every city, in every nook and cranny because. . . well the Government liked to keep tabs on people.

But I wasn't look for people.

I put on a pair of headphones, getting ready with the controller if need be. I scrolled through the laptop, working methodically until I saw a blur on the camera. I paused, clicking the screen into rotation and watched.

In the frame, there was a blue car that upside down, several people were on the screen. There was on, standing with the car door above his hand and I watched- and recorded- as he slammed it into the ground.

Two of the people dropped another, who fell lifeless to the floor. I quickly turned up the audio as the man started to speak, "Something's coming."

His voice was smooth. I quickly upgraded the camera quality with an amplifier. I recognized his face, he was on all the missing posters in Seattle. Charlie was working on his case. Riley something.

"Something bigger than any of us alone. And if you can't control yourselves, we're all going to die." He finished the lovely sentence. He shook his head, looking at the damage they had caused and said, "What's done is done, just clean up after yourselves." He waved a hand at the fire that was set behind the car and the human bodies in the alleyway. I shuddered.

He moved out of the frame and I quickly clicked to the next frame, to see if I could track him. Instead, I was met with another site.

It was a side view of the bridge, revealing that there were four, cloak wearing vampires standing there. I recognized all of them and froze, afraid all of a sudden they would realize I was watching them. Felix and Demetri were on the outsides with Alec and Jane on the inside. They were staring down at the mess the vampires were making.

I quickly clicked over to the camera closer to them, double checking to make sure that the laptop was still recording. I wanted to be able to hear them.

"They've already drawn too much attention." Demetri spoke first. I loved Demetri. Not like Carlisle of course, nothing like Carlisle. But if I could have a favorite in the Volturi clan- Demetri was it. I almost considered him an ally.

"So has our inaction." Felix said and he was right. It was making the Cullens suspicious. "Others may begin to question the Volturi's effectiveness."

"Let them." Jane said and my eyes widened. I turned up the volume to make sure I was hearing this properly.

Felix turned his back, walking away from them and said, "Maybe we should consult with Aro."

Jane turned to face him and Felix suddenly fell to his knees, his back arched in pain.

"Aro's decisions are being watched." Jane said.

SO THEY KNEW!

She let go of Felix and he fell flat on his face.

"We must decide." Jane said.

My heart was beating in my chest, my body shaking.

Alec stepped forward, placing a hand on Jane's shoulder, "Then decided sister. It's time."

"Yes it is." Jane said. Her voice was to girly and light for a monster. Her and Alec turned back to overlook the destruction while Felix got to his feet. "Either we let them do what they were created for, or we end them."

She made it sound like she was deciding what she should have for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Decisions, decisions."

I was literally holding my breath. If she decided not to end them, then we would have to end them. And it meant that the Volturi- at least Jane and Alec- were willing to let the Cullens be destroyed.

And then, they were gone. I gasped and then quickly changed frame rates and I found them, leaving the city. I shuddered. They were going to let the vampires live. This- this was not good at all.

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I was dressed, once again, in my wedding dress. Except this time, Rosalie was in the room too. Rosalie was working on making the curls that Carlisle favored over every other hair style. Esme was helping wherever she could while Alice did my makeup.

My heart was beating out of my chest. They all thought it was nerves for the wedding. But I was terrified about the Volturi's decision. I remembered Edwards' words very clearly. Aro wanted me, Edward, and Alice by his side. If Rose, Em, Esme, Jas, and Carlisle were dead, we might go. Well. . . they would. I would not. I knew I could not live without Carlisle.

If Carlisle were to die before I was a vampire, I would move to La Push. Becoming active in the werewolves. I had thought once I might go to Volterra, become one of them, maybe even be with Demetri should fate allow it. But this. . . this wasn't Carlisle deciding he didn't want to be with me. No, this was Jane deciding my family should be ended.

I would never be allies with someone like that. For me to become one of the Volturi, Jane would have to die.

Alec too.

And Aro would never kill them.

"Davina, breathe." Alice said and I popped my eyes open, remembering where I was. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Right. No. Of course." I muttered.

Alice pursed her lips and said to Esme, "Leah and Emily are here."

Esme nodded and she was gone. I had told Leah and Emily that Esme would help them. Emily was quite fine with this, though Leah was far more reluctant. But I told Leah she would be Less annoyed with Esme working on her than if Alice or Rose worked with her and she reluctantly agreed.

The Denali clan was not here yet- and they would also show up straight to the church. Marcel on the other hand, was already here, chatting with Carlisle and the others downstairs. He hadn't met Rose or Esme yet- probably wouldn't until we got to the church.

Jacob, Paul, and Jared had laughed their asses off about me marrying a vampire in a church. Snickering about holy water and crosses. I had glared at them silently until they had become very quiet.

Once Alice started working on my eye makeup, I closed my eyes, slipping back to thinking about my short time in Seattle and working the cameras. I had downloaded the file several times, backing it up on different devices, sending it to several different emails, and downloading it onto six different flash drives. I had given one to Sam, telling him to keep it safe. I had also given one to Billy, telling him to keep it safe. Carlisle had one and I had hidden the other three. I had also told Sam, Billy, and Carlisle not to look at them unless I said so, saying they were useless for now.

I kept my thoughts controlled around Edward so that even he didn't know what I knew.

I wasn't entirely sure why I was keeping this a secret. Maybe because Carlisle believed in the Volturi so much and their laws. I didn't want to crush his faith.

Everything came back to Carlisle.

I wanted to know who Riley was working for. If it wasn't the Volturi. . . was it Victoria?

"Okay." Rose whispered, "The men left for the church. And Sam is here."

I stood up, slipping on the white, cream coloured heels that Rose had let me borrow. The dress was new. Esme had gifted me an old pair of pearl earrings that she never wore and thought I would enjoy. Not to mention, it would match my pearl choker and they were also something old.

I just needed something blue.

Sam was waiting for me at the foot of the stairs, along with Leah and Emily, both wearing dresses of sky blue. Alice had made sure that each girl got a dress that made her look absolutely stunning and though I was the girl of the day, Sam was having a hard time keeping his eyes off of Emily.

[Leah: Bottom. #5. Emily: Top #3. Rosalie Top #5. Alice bottom #2]

"You look beautiful." Sam said, kissing my cheek. He looked absolutely wonderful in his black suit. He was wearing a light blue tie to match the dresses and I was going to guess Alice had forced him into wearing it.

I smiled, kissing his cheek back. "Thank you Sammy."

"Davina." Marcel's voice came. He was in his military uniform and I smiled.

"Hey." I whispered. Alice was fixing the veil slightly.

"This is for you. Something blue. You can keep it." Marcel chuckled, holding out a pin.

"Your Combat Infantry badge." I whispered, taking the badge and handing it to Alice. She fixed it in with my hair, near the crown with the veil. "Thank you."

"It's not mine." Marcel said softly. "It was your fathers."

I felt the lump in my throat grow and Alice growled, "If you make her cry I will rip your head off."

Marcel chuckled. He had that infectious laugh so I laughed too. Alice sighed, "Time to get to the church before you start crying."

I rolled my eyes at Sam.

Once we were at the church, I found myself even more nervous than before. Marcel went off to sit in the crowd. Esme was already at the alter- she had left before us. Rosalie, Alice, Leah, and Emily prepared to walk down the aisle and I felt like throwing up.

"Davina, everything is going to be fine." Sam said.

"No, I know." I muttered, lacing my arm through his as the band started to play and my bridesmaids left. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being here. I know. . . I know this isn't the particular marriage you would've wanted me to do. So it means a lot, that you're here, supporting me." I whispered.

"He makes you happy. And I know he'll both protect you and he won't hurt you. And I love you enough to want you to be happy, even if he is a vampire."

I chuckled and then there was the cue for us to start walking. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't let me fall."

"I won't."

Sam and I walked down the aisle, through the parting curtain, and my breath caught in my throat upon seeing Carlisle.

He was wearing a black satin suit, a crisp white shirt underneath, and a white tie to match the colour of my dress.

His eyes lit up, a small knowing smile on his face as he looked at me. I was suddenly thankful for the veil that gave my face some coverage, because I was sure that my cheeks were bright red.

Sam kept his grip firm, his skin hot under his suit, but not uncomfortable. I knew it would be a short time before I was ice cold and we wouldn't be able to touch each other. So I relished in it. We reached the end of the line and Sam took my hand, placing it in Carlisle's out stretched hand.

"Take care of her Carlisle." Sam said in a husky voice.

"Forever." Carlisle murmured.

Sam knew he would keep that promise.

Sam let go of my hand, going to sit with the Quileutes on the opposite side of the room as the vampires.

The priest- completely and totally human by the way knowing nothing of the two secrets- was the one to conduct the ceremony.

Honestly, I didn't even hear anything he even said. All I knew was that it felt like I was standing there for years until Carlisle said, "I do."

Oh shit. Did I miss my part?

"Davina Michaelson, will you have this man to be your husband, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love him, comfort him, honor, and keep him in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?" The priest asked.

There were so many things wrong with this vow and I was surprised that Alice hadn't asked him to change it. But I supposed as I had grown up Methodist, it was the one thing for me. Everything else- the church, the ring, the dress, the veil, the train, everything was Catholic for Carlisle. This one vow was Methodist for me.

"I do." I whispered.

"Then by the power vested in me by the holy spirit, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

My heart was beating out of my chest as Carlisle raised his hands, sweeping the veil back with ease before capturing my lips with his own. My eyes fluttered shut as I basked in the kiss. And then, we slowly pulled apart as the crowd started to clap. I could hear wolf whistling from the wolves and Carlisle and I both laughed lightly together.

Slowly, everything melted into reception. There were endless dances of course. Carlisle and I opened up the dance naturally. He was a flawless dancer and his strength gave him the ability to make sure I could dance just as smoothly, even if I wasn't moving my own feet.

Sam naturally danced with me next and I took alternative turns with my vampire children and my wolf children with Carlisle in between every single one of them.

Jared had brought Kim, never letting her go until he danced with me. Embry took her for a spin, one of the only people Jared probably would trust with Kim. Wolves didn't go after other wolves mates.

Carlisle also introduced me to the Denali clan. There were four- as Irina wasn't here- and they were stringently avoiding the wolves, seeming disgusted- at least Tanya and Kate were- with my friendship with them, though they made sure not to show in front of me. It was poorly disguised though. Neither Carmen nor Eleazar seemed particularly bothered with it though.

Eleazar had once been part of the Volturi. He reminded me a bit like Felix, with the height, build, black hair colour, and even the way his hair was styled. Carmen was also dark haired, which was in contrast to Tanya and Kate's blondness. The only difference was that Tayna's hair was curled while Kate's was straight.

I admit to getting slightly jealous when Tanya and Kate danced with Carlisle, but I made sure not to show it. It didn't matter. This was our wedding and Carlisle would never cheat on me.

I noticed however, that Marcel and Esme danced quite a few dances together and I stopped to observe them, a smirk on my face. After the last dance, Marcel kissed the back of Esme's hand before catching my eye and heading over.

"What's that look for?" He asked, holding his hand out for me to dance.

"See someone you like?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Marcels already dark cheeks flushed darker. "She is quite a beauty." He sighed, "But I don't know if she likes me or if she was simply indulging me."

"Esme doesn't play with feelings." I said softly. "And at the same time. . . there are certain mindsets you ought to prepare for if you were to. . . become far more intimate with her. She is very. . . old-fashioned."

"Like Carlisle." Marcel nodded.

"Exactly." I muttered.

"What century is your dress style after?" Marcel asked in blatant curiosity.

"The late 1600s, early 1700s." I answered calmly. "You like?"

"You look absolutely lovely." Marcel assured me. He smiled a little and then said, "It is much better than what others had planned originally."

Yes, Azim's mother had been planning our wedding for some time even when he hadn't proposed. She had shown me traditional wedding clothes from Iraq. There was a headdress I was required to wear and the veil wasn't supposed to be lifted higher than my lips. Not to mention she had picked a wedding dress that covered every inch of my skin.

"I'm happy." I whispered. "I've never been so happy and it. . . sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with me."

Marcel shook his head, "Nothing at all beloved. You are simply in love. True love."

The dance ended and Marcel kissed my cheek. I smirked, "Tell Esme I said hi, won't you?"

Marcel glared at me before smirking and making his way back to Esme.

"Davina!" Alice sang, dancing over. "It's time to cut the cake!"

The cake was huge naturally. It had five layers, just as Alice had said and each layer was a different flavor. But apparently the top and bottom were both vanilla. The flowers were also frosted- not real like I originally thought- sticking to the cake. The leaves were also edible, along with all the other decorations make of fondue.

Carlisle stood behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other over my hand as we cut down into the cake. I shoved a piece of cake into his mouth- as custom- and he swallowed it without making a face, which was impressive. He gave me a much smaller piece- he was far nicer than I was- and it was absolutely delicious.

We fed the wolves cake last- so that the other guests would have some- while all the vampires said they were 'full'.

Originally with the garter and flower toss, we had wanted to do Emily and Sam on purpose. However, with Leah in the crowd, I didn't want to hurt her. So instead, Carlisle shimmied the garter down my leg, making me blush bright red and sent it straight into Edward's face. Meanwhile I turned my back, flinging the bouquet high into the air, straight into Bella's unsuspecting hands.

Leah sent me a look that said 'thanks'. I nodded slightly, smiling a little before Carlisle swooped in for another dance.

"Your brother is getting to close to my sister." Carlisle grumbled, pulling me flush against his chest.

I glanced over my shoulder quickly to see that Marcel and Esme were dancing together once again. Esme, being my maid of honor, was wearing a light blue dress to match the bridesmaids, but hers had more flourish and jewels down the front. It was also make mostly of almost see through silk instead of light blue fabric. She looked stunning in it and Marcel wasn't the only man in attendance that couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Billy Black looked rather reluctant that he couldn't dance, before quickly turning his attention to something else every time he realized he was staring. But his eyes always seemed to drift back to Esme.

Personally, I though either Billy or Marcel could make Esme happy. But I also thought that with the complications, Billy would technically be better. She wouldn't have to explain to him about vampires and werewolves- he already knew.

The flipside would be if the Volturi found out about their relationship and whether they would make Billy be a vampire or not. I wondered if Billy would choose love over morals or if he would rather die. I also wondered if becoming a vampire would heal his legs and make him able to walk.

Marcel on the other hand was literally born to be a vampire. You had to be with the name 'Marcel'. In The Originals, the character with the name 'Marcel' was the head vampire and by the end of it, became a very powerful vampire. More powerful than the Mikelsons.

But then there was also the complication of actually telling Marcel about vampires and werewolves. Not to mention, once again, the idea of whether he would actually want to be a vampire and also the Volturi.

"Does it bother you?" I asked him slightly.

He looked down at me, his golden eyes penetrating, his smile warm. "No." He bent down to kiss me. "I say we should leave, don't you?" Carlisle chuckled, kissing me underneath my ear.

"Most certainly. Before Lord pops out and things escalate in front of the crowd." I teased. We were just going to sneak out of the reception, but Emmett, Jasper, Edward, and Alice stopped us, forcing us to walk out the front doors, running as they- and everyone else- threw rice. And unfortunately with both vampires and werewolves in the crowd, the handfuls were rather accurate.

"Remind me whenever they all get married to return the favor." I muttered as Carlisle and I slipped into the car and he sped out of the church parking lot. I took off my shoes, dumping the rice out the window.

Carlisle chuckled, sweeping one hand over my hair. Rice grains cascaded down and I sighed, shaking my head. "Vampires have excellent senses and all, but I'm telling you you're never going to get all the rice grains out."

"No, probably not." Carlisle laughed.

"So. Where are going?" I prompted. "I thought we weren't going to have a honeymoon?"

"It's not an official one." Carlisle agreed. "We're going to California."

"Very sunny." I said slowly. "Excellent excuse for us to stay inside all day."

Carlisle smirked, "Duly noted love."

I pulled out my phone, opening up Wattpad, and selecting a Harry Potter fanfiction to read.

"I'll leave you alone if you tell me the title of the book you're reading." Carlisle smirked, snaking one hand over to grab one of mine. It was hard to read with one hand, but I didn't mind as I loved holding his hand more.

I paused, knowing very well I couldn't just say it was a oneshot called Our Naughty Little girl between Severus x Remus x Y/N.

"Er. Midnight Tasting." I lied. "By um ."

"Never heard of it." Carlisle sounded intrigued and I tried not to burst into a fit of nervous giggles.

"Oh well, um, it's not like. . . a real story. It's called a fanfiction. Where people take other people's stories and they um. . . change them to fit better. Like um. . ." I wracked my brain to see if I could figure out a famous fandom that he knew. "Well I guess like the Vampire Diaries that we've been watching. Some people ship Stefan and Elena. Others ship Damon and Elena. So sometimes, they'll write stories that don't go with how the tv show went. Or other times, they'll invent a whole character and stick them in the book and change some of the events. And other times, they will write stories that make it sound like you're in the story. They use 'Y/N' which means 'your name.'"

"Huh." Carlisle said, speeding down the highway. "That's very interesting."

I flushed, "Yeah. My favorite are the mature ones. They're um. . . more detailed oriented."

I grinned because he had no idea what I was saying. I finished reading the oneshot, feeling thoroughly aroused before moving onto another story. Damn, not smut.

I hated being robbed.

[alaskashigh]

okay so im back with my werewolf colorado family headcanon and i was thinking about who his main children would be. (like who would show up the most) and like i was thinking maybe Denver and Colorado Springs being twins and the two oldest based off of population. (idk why i like the thought of them being twins, i just thought it was neat) then there would be the middle kids and then the youngest. i was thinking having like 5 or 6 kids mainly be apart of the entire story with some of colorados other kids randomly showing up here and there but idk. ive been having a lot of fun with this headcanon so im definitely going to be talking about it more lol 

[leon-doggo]

The whole family!!!

Willow is Michael and Forrest’s, and Alex’s other father is still unknown to Michael.

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: children horror

[terato-is-life]

For a few of us, monsterfucking is never about kinking over some creature having you in all the ways possible.

It is about letting yourself being vulnerable and fragile and emotional with someone that's supposed to hurt and kill you, but instead just worships you and cares about you for being just like them:

Being shamed over the looks you've never asked for, but having the heart and sould only a few could understand.

Monsterfucking/Exophilia etc isn't just about an unusual kink.

It is OUR way of telling Beauty and the Beast, because we can see the good in them, because we all wanted for them to see the good in ours.

[heart-select]

The Company but they're dressed up for Halloween

Pt 1 / Pt 2

[rainbowwonderlandsblog]

Yoko: So, how drunk did you guys get last night?

Wednesday: Enid tried to burn our marriage papers. She said, "Good luck returning me without the receipt!"

Divina: *dying of laughter*

[linaisbluepancake]

Just Wednesday’s type💕🔪✨💀

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Contained Monstrous Family (3)

Part One • Two •

When the entrapped monsters can see one another 

During a supervised ‘play-ground time’

Everyone only has the nicest things to say about you 

Something you’re family will find to be more of an obstacle than an advantage

“So you’re the latest addition to the collection? A rare and pretty vampire, huh?”

“Yes well—”

“Don’t you dare think about taking up more of Doctor (Y/n)’s time?!”

“What?!”

“First you! Then that crybaby Mothboy!”

“Mothboy? Hold on what about him!”

“Why?! You looking to steal his time with them too!?”

Unbeknownst to them they aren’t allowed to be near each other

Courtesy of your Uncle remembering them they’ll be kept at a distance so the family can’t communicate

That is not verbally 

But hunting after humans as long as they have they sure not to denote the uses of sign

‘So anything on your end, Honey?’

‘Nothing. Just a lot of pain. I think our baby’s fully indoctrinated thanks to that horrid hunter!’

‘Wait baby? I thought I was the baby?!’

“Hey, Moth thing quit moving! You’re lucky I don’t taze you just for that!” 

Turns out other contained monsters aren’t the only ones they’ll have to be worried about

Apparently, the guards seem to have quite a soft spot for the only doctor who soothes the monsters

If any of the deaf or sign-understanding guards catches on they’ll get in even more trouble

So they’re very very careful 

Forced to work on their own they all have to come up with their own plans to escape and save their family 

Whether that’s including you or not

“Look human the only reason I’m talking now is because you are useful. If you weren’t wearing that blindfold I would’ve killed you!”

“I have no doubts about that...but I heard you know the Mothman we’ve recently got custody of. Is this true?”

“...Why?”

“Because I want to negotiate for you two to spend time together.”

“You…can do that?”

“I can. No one likes to be alone and I’m sure it’s better for all of us if you stay happy. That sound like a plan to you?”

“Yeah…but there’s someone else I also want to meet.”

“We can work with that too.”

With all of them concocting their own plans to escape and save their family 

Things are certainly going to get a lot more hectic at the Monster’s Containment Facility

[braveclementine]

Scars, Tattoos, and Fainting. Not Quite in That Order

Warnings: None

Copyright: I do not own any Twilight characters or locations. I do own Davina Mikelson and Marcel. I also own the backstory for my OC. I do not condone any copying of this.

Davina P.O.V.

I got dressed casually. It was a warmer day out so I put on a white tank top, black jeans, white laced up boots, and took my black purse. I also brought one of my blue and gray hoodies, but I didn't wear it because I didn't really need it.

I hopped on my motorcycle and headed for Jacob's place because I knew that was where the guys were going to meet before going back to Emily's for breakfast.

Plus, Jared and I had a bet that one of us would make it back to Emily's faster and I had to use the motorcycle to my advantage of course.

I pulled up and I saw that four of the five boys were there. Jacob was the one missing. And then I saw Bella was storming over to them and I froze. Oh dear.

I now wished I hadn't worn the white boots as they were probably going to get mud on them. I should've worn the black. I quickly stopped the motorcycle, hurrying over to them.

Bella was already near them, talking angrily with them and I quickly ran over. "Bella!"

Something Bella said was making Paul laugh and I knew Bella was just going to piss him off.

That was when Bella reached her arm back and punched Paul across the face.

"Bella!" I yelled. "What the hell!"

Paul was shaking now, even as Sam went and put a hand out on his chest.

"Too late now." Embry teased.

"Bella, get back." Sam ordered, his eyes flicking to me, "Davina, back."

"I'm not the dog." I muttered, standing in front of Paul, "Paul, listen to me, it doesn't matter, all right. You just need to calm down."

"Paul! Calm down, now." Sam ordered, shooting a look between me and Paul, warning me to step back.

Spit was flying from Pauls' mouth.

"Paul please." I begged, stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright."

It was too late, he transformed, his claws catching me, sending me sprawling into Jared.

"Ow." I muttered, sitting upright.

"Mom." Jared asked, frantically. Sam was holding Embry back from doing anything as Jake came running from the house, jumping over Bella and turning into a wolf too.

I jumped to my feet. "No! They can't fight!"

"Mom!" Jared said, holding me back. "You're bleeding. Calm down."

I blinked, taking in the claw marks that went down my arm. They were heavily bleeding and they hurt like hell. These were definitely going to scar.

I hissed. "Damn."

"I told you to get out of the way." Sam said angrily as Jake and Paul did a standoff.

"I thought-"

"No one can control Paul when he gets like that, no matter how much of a mother you are to him!"

Paul and Jacob started to fight more ferociously, biting at each other as Jake started to push Paul towards the forest, breaking Billy's boat in the process. I wondered if Billy was watching and crying over his boat.

"Hey! Take Bella back to Emily's place." Sam ordered Embry and Jared.

"Guess the wolfs out of the bag." Embry muttered as the three of us jogged over to Bella who was still staring into the forest where Jake and Paul had disappeared into.

Jared and I rode in the back of Bella's truck while Embry drove. They had a bet on whether or not she would throw up.

I sighed. Jared had given me a shirt from somewhere and I had wrapped my arm with it. I would use some of Emily's medicine. I should really start paying her.

As we pulled up, the three of us made yelping noises to let Emily know we were here. Then Jared helped me down from the truck while Embry climbed out, letting Jared know that Bella didn't vomit.

"I think we should go back and see if Jacob's okay." Bella called out the window.

"He'll be fine." I said, heading into Emily's kitchen.

They argued behind me until Embry called, "Come on in Bella! We won't bite."

"Speak for yourself." Jared said.

"Jared!" I scolded him.

"Sorry mom." Jared grinned.

"You guys hungry?" Emily asked, her back to us as we filed into the kitchen.

I could smell blueberry and cranberry muffins.

Emily turned with the muffins and I saw that she had made a couple of chocolate muffins too and I grinned, taking one.

"Oh, who's this." Emily said in obvious surprise, looking from me to Bella.

"Bella Swan. Who else?" Jared asked with a shrug.

"Leave it to Jacob to find a way around." Emily murmured, looking rather unfriendly at Bella. I knew she was worried about what this would do to the pack. "So you're the vampire girl."

"Yes. Are you the wolf girl?" Bella asked stiffly.

The four of us laughed and Emily warmed up a little. "I guess I am. Where's Sam?"

I snorted.

"Bella, er, surprised Paul this morning."

"She punched him in the face." I corrected.

Emily rolled her eye. "Ah, Paul. Do you think they'll be long? I was just about to start the eggs."

"Don't worry, if they're late, we won't let anything to to waste."

Emily laughed. "No doubt. Bella, are you hungry? Go ahead and help yourself to a muffin. Davina, you know where the bandages and other ointments are."

"Thanks." I replied, taking my muffin with me as I fished out supplies and then headed to the bathroom. I washed the wound, taking cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the wound, gripping the counter when it burned, before bandaging it. That would be it for today. Later tonight I could apply Neosporin ointment to it.

I stepped out of the bathroom and entered the kitchen, putting things away. That was when Sam entered the room, striding across it saying, "Emily."

I tried not- like Bella- to wince at the love in his voice. So much love. I would never have anyone say my name like that ever.

"Hey, none of that. I'm eating." Jared complained.

"Then shut up and eat." Sam replied.

I knew they were kissing so I spent an extra long time taking care to put the things away.

"Ugh." Embry groaned.

"Davina." Sam said and I turned to look at him. He looked worried, "How are the scratches."

"Deep. Might scar. But they should heal up alright." I said with a shrug. "Next time I'll get out of the way."

"Next time." Sam grumbled.

"Wait." Bella said as Paul and Jacob entered the kitchen, "So you knew?"

"Knew? Of course I knew. How could I not, my dratted brother being what he is." I sighed dramatically.

Sam grunted, unimpressed, "Don't quote me Harry Potter."

I grinned but ignored him, answering Bella instead, "Yeah, I knew."

"You haven't quoted anything in a while." Sam murmured to himself.

I punched his shoulder, although it was true. I had stopped quoting things as much when Carlisle had left. Left. . . more like ran. Abandoned me. . . stop thinking.

"Sorry." Paul said apologetically to Bella and then turned to me, "I really am sorry mom."

"I know Paul." I sighed, ruffling his hair, "I'll forgive you as long as you don't eat any of my chocolate muffins."

"Want to go on a walk?" Jacob asked Bella in a low voice.

"Sure." Bella muttered.

They obviously had things to talk about. I munched happily on my chocolate muffins, leaning up against the counter like Emily like the boys sat around the table eating.

I helped Emily with making sausages and bacon while she made as many eggs as she could.

After a half hour, we were done making breakfast and at that moment, that was when Jacob and Bella walked in. Jacob was excited, Bella looked scared.

I turned around, grabbing my glass of milk to drink. "I know what the red head wants." Jacob said quickly and everyone but me turned to face him.

Redhead? What redhead? Did we know a redhead?

"And?" Jared asked when Jacob didn't continue.

"She is trying to avenger her mate- only it wasn't the black-haired leech we killed. The Cullens got her mate last year, and she's after Bella now."

Wait.

"She's just a girl." Embry protested.

"I didn't say it made sense. But that's why the blood-sucker's been trying to get past us. She's been heading for Forks." Jacob amended.

"Excellent. We've got bait." Jared said with a smile.

My body felt weird. Victoria was back.

Jacob yanked the can opener off the counter, launching it at Jared's head. Jared reached up, snagging it out of the air before he hit his face, to calmly for my liking.

"Bella is not bait." Jacob growled.

"You know what I mean." Jared said calmly, putting the can opener down on the table.

"Wait." I finally managed to say aloud and everyone turned to look at me. "Victoria's back?"

Some sort of panic was seizing me and it didn't make sense. What the hell was happening to me?

"Victoria?" Paul snorted.

"You didn't think to tell me she was back?" I asked Sam angrily.

My hand was shaking, my head was spinning, and I felt so, so hot. I heard the sound of a mug hitting the floor, milk going everywhere, and everything went black.

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"Dav?" Sam's voice whispered in my ear in worry. "Dav are you okay?"

"I'm trying to sleep." I muttered.

"Wake up Dav." Sam said forcefully.

I blinked my eyes open to find just about everyone standing over me, eyes shining with worry.

I had been moved to the small living room now, laying down on the couch and I sat up quickly. "Oh!"

"I'm sorry." Sam said apologetically. "It's not like we knew the name of the vampire."

"Right. No. I know. Sorry." I muttered. "I don't know why. . . it was like. . . I don't know."

Sam gave me a worried look.

"I feel fine now." I muttered.

"Good." Sam said and then ordered everyone back to the kitchen. "Look, Dav, is there any chance that this. . . Victoria would be after you too?"

I hesitated, "I don't know. James- that's her mates name- he was after me originally because of my blood."

"I thought vampires weren't affected by your scent." Sam questioned.

"Most of them aren't." I sighed, "My blood gives vampires two reactions. Indifference, my blood doesn't smell like anything but fruit and it's a comforting scent. Something to calm them down when they get angry. Or, it riles them up. It's the most potent blood in the world for them. It's called being a vampire's blood singer. For Laurent and Victoria, they barely registered my scent, thought I was a vampire at first. For James however. . ."

"I'm surprised he didn't attack you when he first. . ." Sam drifted off, concern on his face.

I smiled a little, "He did. Carlisle. . . he stopped him. But then, he went after Bella because Bella's scent, while not as potent, was more interesting. And also because of Edward's reaction to defending her on the baseball field. Carlisle also didn't kill James. Edward, Jasper, and Emmett did. Alice helped too I think. But I don't know."

"I can't lose you." Sam muttered.

"I'll be fine." I smiled a little. "It's Bella and Charlie you have to worry about."

"We'll keep them safe."

"Good."

I hesitated and then asked, "Sam? Can I get a tattoo?"

Sam stared at me blankly for a second and then asked, "You're asking me for permission to get a tattoo?"

"Yeah." My cheeks coloured a little. "Well I. . . I want that."

I rested a finger on the one on his shoulder. The one that marked him as a werewolf. "Not on my shoulder and not as large. Just a small one on the inside of my wrist." I pointed to where I wanted it.

Sam was silent for a long time and I was afraid that he was offended. "Sorry, it's stupid." I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the couch to head back to the kitchen.

Sam drew me into a hug, burying his head into my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Yeah Dav, you can get the tattoo."

"Love you Sammy."

"Love you too Davina." Sam murmured. "Please don't do anything stupid."

"Harry invited me to go 'wolf hunting' with him. I said yes." I said hesitantly. "But he really just wants me to help him cover up any clues like footprints and stuff. You okay with that?"

Sam hesitated, his large dark eyes gazing back at me, "Yeah, I think that'll be okay. I doubt the vampire will mess with a large group and one of us will be nearby anyways."

"Don't get shot." I said in worry.

Sam and I headed back into the kitchen where Emily had already cleaned up the mess and my chocolate muffin was in the refrigerator.

I raised an eyebrow and Paul said, "I didn't want the muffin to go to waste."

I laughed, hugging Paul tightly.

"Jacob thinks it would be best if you spent as much time as possible here in La Push. She- this vampire- won't know where to find you so easily, just in case." Sam said as he leaned against the counter to Bella.

Bella looked at me and then back to Sam, "What about Charlie?" she demanded.

"March Madness is still going. I think Billy and Harry can manage to keep Charlie down here when he's not at work." Jacob said.

"Wait." Sam said, glancing between Emily, Bella, and myself, "That's what Jacob thinks is best, but you need to decide for yourself. You should weight the risks of both options very seriously. You saw this morning how easily things can get dangerous here, how quickly they get out of hand. If you choose to stay with us, I can't make any guarantees about your safety."

"I won't hurt her." Jacob muttered.

"If there was somewhere else you felt safe. . ." Sam suggested.

"You could come to my house." I said with a shrug. "Although I really spend a lot of time at the hospital and here so maybe not."

"I don't want to lead Victoria anywhere else." Bella finalized, looking at me.

Sam nodded. "That's true. It's better to have her here, where we can end this."

I flinched along with Bella. I really didn't want Sam- or any of my boys- to get hurt.

"You'll be careful, right?" Bella asked.

The boys broke into laughter while Emily and I stayed silent.

"Bells, I need a ride back to Billy's." I said. "Coming Jacob?"

"Ah, yeah." Jacob said.

I kissed Sam's cheek, ruffled all my boys heads, hugged Emily lightly, and then followed Bella and Jacob out to the truck, hopping into the truck bed again, tapping the hood lightly to let them know I was good to go.

We spent a majority of the day at Billy's house. I chatted with Billy about the hunting plans and also about keeping Charlie down here while Bella and Jake watched TV. Billy later called Charlie so that he could come down. Charlie brought pepperoni pizzas. I wasn't very hungry- I almost never was anymore- but I tried taking a slice. I ate about half of it.

"To Spring break." I joked with Bella, holding up my can of A&W rootbeer. "To traditions in the making."

Bella rolled her eyes, clinking her soda can with mine. "If we could go a spring break without being hunted by vampires it would be nice."

Jacob and I laughed.

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A couple of nights later, I was asleep in my room when I thought I heard a commotion. I groaned, rolling over- I had previously been facing the wall- and found myself face to face with a red headed person.

My breath caught in my throat as her hand came, wrapping around my neck, trying to lift me out of bed.

And then a black wolf came out of nowhere, knocking all sorts of things off my dressers and stuff, knocking into Victoria who ran.

I sat up, gasping for breath, looking wildly around the room. What the hell? Was that a dream?

Everything was in the place that it was before. Nothing was out of place, not by a centimeter. I let out a sigh of relief. Yes, it had been a dream. I shivered, sliding my legs over the side of the bed, standing up and padding over to the bathroom.

I climbed into the shower, washing my hair with this special bamboo natural soap that was meant to thicken hair and then washed my body with dove soap bar. Chamomile smelling, meant to reduce anxiety.

I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body, ignoring the fogged up mirror, and grabbing the bottle of anti-depressants. I took two with a glass of water before heading back to the bedroom to get dressed.

I dressed in blue jeans with a pink sweater and white converse. I slipped on a gold necklace and then headed to the bathroom to curl my hair.

The bathroom mirror wasn't fogged up anymore and I stopped from plugging in the curling iron, feeling my heart start to beat fast.

Around my neck were large purple bruises.

I left the bathroom, grabbing my purse, and sprinting down the stairs. I rushed to get my motorcycle, speeding down the road, thinking frantically about what had happened last night. The only one that would be able to confirm it was Sam.

I pulled to a screeching stop, letting out a small yip to let Emily know I wasn't an intruder before bursting through the door.

"Emily, where's Sam!"

"They're out." Emily said, looking at me in concern. She was working on a cake at the moment. "Why? What happened?"

I breathed in and out, placing my hands on the table. "It's just. . . last night. . . I thought Victoria was in my room and then there was a black wolf. But when I woke up, everything was like how it was when I went to bed, even though the black wolf had knocked things over. So I thought it was a dream. But then, I found that I have purple bruises around my neck. I need Sam to tell me whether it was a dream or not. Cause if it wasn't a dream, then I don't know what I'm going to do."

Emily put the icing down to come over and hug me, "It's going to be alright."

I nodded, rubbing the inside of my wrist like I did whenever I got nervous or anxious or scared. The tattoo reminded me that I was a wolf mother and I was supposed to be looking out for my cubs. Not the other way around.

Then again, Sam wasn't my cub the way the others were. Sam was. . . my brother. He would always be my brother and nothing other than my brother. Sometimes, I wished we had the same parents so that I could really claim it.

Plus- I completely envied his lovely russet skin. I could get tan, but it never matched the delicate shade the Quileute's had. And certainly not here in Forks where the sun rarely shone.

Once I had calmed down, Emily invited me to help her with the cake- which I did. She made us lunch, which I picked at and tried to eat. I really was trying to eat.

It wasn't that I didn't want to eat either, the food looked absolutely delicious and my natural sweet tooth made me crave after the cake, but my appetite was never there for it. My stomach protested against food and I hated it. I had gotten extremely thin and Sam was always forcing food on me because my thin was the unhealthy kind. We both knew it was just a result of the soulmate bond and it just fueled his hatred towards Carlisle for leaving me like this.

Sam didn't get back until late and I jumped up the minute he walked through the door. He greeted Emily first, kissing her so that the air was suddenly suffocating with love and adoration. Once he was done kissing her, he turned to me. "How are you Davina?"

"Umm, you tell me. Was there or was there not a vampire in my room last night?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

Sam hesitated and then said, "There was."

I let out a sigh, "Well at least I know where the bruises came from."

"I'd much prefer if you stayed down here. I talked to Harry and he said they have an extra room at their house you can use until all of this dies down." Sam said.

"Doesn't Harry have kids?" I questioned.

He nodded, "Seth and Leah. You guys should get along."

"I don't get along with girls." I muttered, "Except you Emily."

Emily grinned, kissing Sam's cheek and putting the cake in a cakebox.

"Where are you taking that?" I asked.

"Jacob's house." Sam said. "It'll be us, the Blacks, and Charlie and Bella."

"Oh." I replied.

"You're coming too of course." Emily said. "We're only going for dessert anyways."

I nodded, "That sounds good."

"You've eaten today, right?" Sam asked.

I rolled my eyes. "Emily made me lunch."

"Did you eat it?" Sam questioned.

"A little bit." I muttered.

"Davina. . ." Sam muttered.

"Look, you know I can barely eat." I pretty much whined, "Butt out Sam."

Sam muttered something unintelligible under his breath.

"Anyways," I turned to Emily and winked, "Do you want to ride on the back of my motorcycle Em?"

"Absolutely not." Sam growled, wrapping a protective arm around Emily's waist. "I don't even want you riding that death trap Davina. Emily sure as hell isn't getting on it."

I giggled, "See you guys there."

I started up the motorcycle, driving off to Jacob's house.

I, of course, beat them there. Charlie was already there with Bella.

"Hey Charlie! Hi Bella!"

"Hey Davina!" Charlie said. "Haven't seen you in a while! How's the parents!"

Charlie had of course, seen me quite a bit, me being at his house all the time, but what he meant was that he hadn't seen me in a time where he could actually talk to me.

I was just barely able to stop the flash of pain that probably flitted across my face at the mention of my parents and I shifted uncomfortably, flashing a fake smile and said, "Not really sure. Probably good though. We haven't talked in a few years."

Charlie did one of those awkward nods and said, "Ah."

"Yeah." I muttered. Charlie turned to Sam and Emily who had just come in and I missed Billy's look of concern as I dropped the smile, trying to get a hold of the pain.

Charlie loved Emily's cake. Sam cut me a slice and watched me eat the whole thing, although for some reason, I felt full trying to eat it even though I hadn't had anything the entire day. I knew he was concerned. I was too for that matter. It wasn't like I was trying to purposefully starve myself. But I was finding I could only eat every few days.

I wished I could get better, but I didn't know how. I mean. . . it's not like there was information about what to do when your vampire soulmate with a third tier bond leaves you without saying good-bye and you start feeling completely sick on the internet. There were no vampires I could even talk to for help.

Well, I supposed I could try locating the Denali tribe. I would go to Denali and ask around for the golden eyed clan. I wasn't sure if that would work and I was partly afraid that I might run into a Cullen there. Specifically Carlisle. But if things got worse, I would tell Sam what I wanted to do and he could help me.

Bella and Jacob skipped out on us to get some space and I was getting ready to leave. I had to go back to my house to get clothes and stuff before moving into Harry's house.

I was sure it would be completely awkward, but it would also give Harry and I time to talk and plan about the hunting trip that would be happening in the future. I knew my goal was to make sure I erased any signs of the wolves and also to help Harry protect Charlie should Victoria show up. Of course, Sam didn't know about that part.

Not that guns would help harm Victoria, but I'm sure my lighter would. I was also working on a new stake because they had proven pretty useful in the past. It would at least stun her as she probably wouldn't be expecting it.

Sam took Emily home and then followed me in his truck as I made my way back to the house. I packed one suitcase full of necessities along with my backpack with my laptop and school things. He loaded the suitcase into his truck and then I followed him back to La Push, down a different road then I was used to until we reached Harry's house.

It was much larger than I was used to for a Quileute rez house. Not like it was mansion or anything, but most of the houses on the rez were small, one story houses, maybe two if they were lucky and rather small.

Harry's house had two stories and was rather wide. I wasn't sure how big it really was on the inside, but it looked big from the outside.

Harry was waiting outside, shaking hands with Sam and giving me a hug, "We've already got the room set up for you. It's across from Leah's, my daughter."

"Thank you." I said sincerely. "I'm sorry to be causing so much trouble."

"It'd be more trouble if that vampire got ahold of you." Harry grumbled, leading me into the house and we didn't talk about it anymore.

I was introduced to the rest of the family. There was Seth, who was a fourteen year old boy. He was kind've cute in a little boy kind of way. His hair was short and cropped, a good natured expression on his face. He was lightly tanned and when he smiled, he had these dimples. He was just slightly muscular and though his skin was a little warmer than mine, it was nowhere near as hot as the wolves.

Leah on the other hand looked older than she was. She was only sixteen or seventeen, but looked like she could be in her twenties. Her black hair was short, shoulder length, and cropped. She was thin, but the muscular thin that made her look like she could be an actress in an action movie. Like a Marvel superhero. She didn't seem to like me as much as her brother did, but was still polite enough in front of her parents.

Sue was a very pretty woman, thin with wide hips, and long beautiful black hair. Her teeth were straight and white and when she smiled, it lip up the room. I could see why Harry was in love with her and it was clear she was very much in love with him.

"Welcome Davina." She said, stepping forward and hugging me.

I was pleasantly surprised, hugging her back.

"Thanks. I hope I won't be to much of a bother. It should only be-" I looked at Harry quickly. "A week or so give or take."

"It's no problem." Sue said, "No problem at all."

I smiled.

"Are you hungry?" Sue continued.

"Ah, no. I ate at the Blacks' place." I said. "But thanks."

"Alright, well Leah? Do you want to show Davina to her room?"

"Sure mom." Leah said, "This way."

I nodded to Seth and Harry before following Leah up the stairs to my room.

"So, you're Sam's sister, are you?" Leah asked.

I licked my lips nervously. I had heard the stories of course. How in love Leah and Sam had been before Leah's cousin- Emily- had come down and Sam had imprinted. That was probably why she didn't like me. Being Sam's 'sister' and all.

"Technically speaking no. We're not related. But I consider him my brother." I replied softly. "We're close."

Leah nodded, opening up the door to a small room, "This is your room."

"Thanks." I whispered.

Leah and I stood there for a second and then she turned, going into a door that was just a little to the left of mine and went in, closing the door behind me.

"Don't mind her." Seth had followed us up and he was giving me puppy dog eyes. "She. . . is very touchy about Sam."

"No, I understand." I whispered softly. "I know what it's like to be left in love."

"Maybe you could help her." Seth said excitedly.

"Maybe. But I don't know if she likes me very much. Being Sam's kind've sister after all." I sighed. "Anyways, I should get some sleep. It's really nice meeting you Seth. Hopefully we can become good friends."

"Yeah!" His eyes lit up and I smiled.

"Night Seth."

"Night Davina."

I went into the room, closing the door quietly behind me, looking around.

It was a small room. The walls were white with only a small round mirror on one of the walls. The bed was set up against the windows with an arm chair next to it and a dresser at the foot of the bed. There was a small lamp between the bed and the armchair and there were also a few plants in the room. I smiled. I really loved it.

I set my suitcase down in the corner, closing the shades on the windows. Then I undressed quickly, climbing into bed.

Tomorrow would be a very interesting day.

[weirdlookindog]

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Prompt 321

You know Content Warning? Lethal Company but youtube videoing? 

Danny does that- just well, with the Zone. It’s not like it can be mapped out, what with people moving their Lairs and more lairs and islands constantly manifesting. And well, there’s so many things out here, and it’s not like he can be an astronaut.

So, he decided to make exploration logs for the Zone instead, alongside his friends and a doppelganger or two holding equipment. It’s great, and people can donate whenever he live streams so he’s getting income too. 

He just erm, maybe should have double checked it was uploaded to just his dimension…