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Prologue

Summary: When a winter night turns tragic, young Vincent Rothschild is the sole survivor of a brutal newborn vampire attack that claims his parents’ lives. Rescued by the Cullen family just in time, Vincent is thrust within a world much darker—and more complicated—than he ever imagined. Haunted and afraid, Vincent finds comfort in Esme’s arms, but his presence ignites fierce debate within the Coven. Carlisle, who knew the boy’s parents, is determined to protect him, even as Edward and Rosalie warn him of the dangers: the Volturi’s laws are clear—humans do not belong amongst vampires.

↳ The Cullens x Adopted!Male Reader

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Minor Character Death, and talk about killing main character.

Word Count: 3,268

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September of 1997,

“Vincent, I asked you to put on your coat.” Eleanor sighed as she carefully tugged the warm puffy coat onto her son, zipping it up. Vincent’s face scrunched up in a quiet frown. “Sorry, mama, I really want to play in the snow.” Eleanor chuckled softly, brushing a lock of blonde hair behind his ear. “Alright, darling, but don’t go too far. Dinner will be soon, so listen for me.” Vincent nodded eagerly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he dashed toward the red double doors, pushing them open into the front yard, his boots crunching in the newly fallen snow.

Winter had decided to arrive early this year round, blanketing the Rothschild front yard in a fresh, powdery white. The kind of snow that made everything feel new—safe, almost magical. Eleanor watched her son run through the snow with a tender smile, but as the wind began to howl a faint unease tugged at her chest. The trees swaying along with the rugged wind felt like a warning, a bad omen perhaps? But she dismissed it.

Inside, Eleanor moved to the kitchen, where the sweet, rich but familiar aroma wafted throughout the house—a smell that always calmed Eleanor and made her feel right at home. She stirred the pot with practiced hands, her thoughts wandering to her childhood; when her mother would cook this soup and sit at the table telling stories, fables for her and her brothers to memorize. The routine was comforting, something she always did and Eleanor would continue to follow this routine.

Soon, the sound of the front door creaking open reached her ears. Anthony stepped inside, brushing off the pesky snow that clung to his coat. Behind him, Vincent appeared, cheeks rosy and eyes wide with excitement. He was soaked through, his boots covered in snow, but he beamed as though winter itself was his playmate. “Ah, I was just about to call him in dear,” Eleanor said with a smile, her voice a soothing presence in the warm residence. Anthony chuckled softly, “I figured I’d save you the trouble.”

As Vincent hurried down the hallway, Anthony joined his wife at the dining table. The two exchanging a quiet glance, the comfort of routine settling over them like a warm blanket. “Anything new at the firm today?” Eleanor asked, dishing out bowls of the rich soup. “Nothing too exciting,” Anthony replied with a shrug, his voice carrying the calm indifference of a long day’s work. “Mark got fired today though, apparently he was having an affair with the manager's daughter. To say the least Derek was not happy and Mark won’t be missed. Otherwise it was just a few cases, nothing too pressing.” Eleanor frowned, her thoughts turning to Irene, Mark's wife. “Oh, I hope she’s doing alright…” A quiet sadness enveloped the table as both parents dug into their meal. The rich soup tasted even better than usual, yet Eleanor couldn’t shake the heaviness in her heart as she thought of Irene’s situation.

Vincent, the ever-hungry boy, finished his soup in record time. His bowl was practically clean, save for the mess on his face. He looked up at his mother, his big brown eyes sparkling with eagerness. Eleanor smiled softly. “Of course, sweetheart.” She filled his bowl once more, her hands steady, but her heart still heavy. Vincent’s joyful spirit filled the house, but there was a quiet, gnawing worry deep within her.

The evening soon passed with Vincent watching Scooby-Doo, laughter filling the room as he sat on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. The warmth of family surrounded them. The clink of silverware, the murmur of conversation, and the glow of the fireplace created a sense of peace, but even in the comfort of her home, Eleanor couldn’t push away the strange feeling that had settled deep in her chest.

After two episodes, Eleanor glanced at the clock and softly said, “Vince, it’s time for bed, darling.” Vincent, ever the stubborn child, pouted. “But mama, I want to watch more.” Anthony gave his son a gentle shake of the head. “Not tonight, buddy. You need your rest.” Reluctantly, Vincent agreed. He trudged down the hall, dragging his feet. The house was still and quiet, the only sound being the soft rustle of pajamas as Vincent changed into his Spider-Man onesie and climbed into bed. The stars on his ceiling glowed in the darkness, comforting him as he stared up at them, lost in his own thoughts.

It wasn’t long before sleep claimed him—until a loud crash shattered the night's peace. It sounded like glass breaking, followed by hurried footsteps. Vincent’s heart raced as fear took root in his chest. He shot out of bed and crept towards the door, the house eerily silent except for the quickened thumping of his own heartbeat. From the hallway, he heard something else—voices—his mother’s and father’s unmistakable whispers. Then, the unmistakable sound of another set of footsteps. Someone was in the house.

Then came the scream.  A blood curdling scream from his own mother—one so full of terror that it froze Vincent’s blood in his veins. “Mama!” Vincent cried, his feet moving before he could think. “Papa!” He rushed down the hallway, every instinct telling him to protect his parents, but the sight that greeted him in the living room was enough to freeze him to his core. Eleanor lay motionless on the floor, a pool of blood spreading beneath her, staining the once-pristine white rug. Her eyes were wide, unseeing. The man who had once held her so tenderly, Anthony, lay nearby, his body lifeless, his blood staining the floor as a tall, pale figure loomed over them. The creature turned its crimson eyes toward Vincent. In that moment, the fear that paralyzed him broke. He screamed, his voice high-pitched with terror. “Get away from them!” But the creature paid no mind. Its gaze never wavered from Vincent, hunger flashing in its eyes.

Meanwhile in the Cullen residence,

Alice froze, her hands shaking as a vision unfolded before her eyes. The world around her dissolved, and the horrors she saw were like a sickening wave that threatened to drown her. Her breath hitched as her vision came into focus—newborn vampires were attacking a family, and the child was the target. “What is it, Alice?” Jasper’s voice was urgent as he rushed to her side, his face pale with concern. “They’re after a boy… he’s in danger,” Alice gasped, her voice trembling with the knowledge of what was coming. “If they bite him… they’ll create an immortal child. They need to stop.” Carlisle immediately stood, his expression hardening as he took in the gravity of the situation. “Where are they? What does the house look like?” Jasper handed Alice a piece of paper, and with incredible speed, Alice sketched the house she had seen in the vision. The Cullen’s wasted no time. They were on the move, the smell of blood heavy in the air as they reached the Rothschild home.

Vincent didn’t know what to do. The vampire was upon him, pinning him to the ground. Its breath was hot on his face as it bared its teeth, preparing to sink them into his flesh. The world around him seemed to go dark, and just as the vampire’s fangs descended toward his throat, something— someone—tore the creature off him. Vincent scrambled to his feet, terror flooding his veins, and ran into his parents’ bedroom, slamming the door behind him. His sobs filled the darkness as he huddled in the closet, shaking uncontrollably, his tiny body wracked with fear.

Carlisle, his eyes sharp with concern, moved silently through the house, searching for the boy. The last of the newborn vampires were being dealt with by Jasper, Emmett, and Alice, but Vincent’s safety was his priority. He found him, huddled in the closet, shaking like a leaf. The soft sounds of crying were unmistakable. Carlisle’s dead heart ached seeing Vincent in such despair, he knew the boy to be lively, talkative, and more energetic than most boys his age. He knelt beside the human boy, the pale light from the moon seeping within the crack of the door, casting a soft glow upon the boy’s face revealing the tear stained cheeks.

The savage screams of the newborn vampire echoed through the house, each one making Vincent shrink deeper into the shadows of the closet. He curled in on himself, trying to disappear into the darkness. The soft glow of the moonlight that had illuminated his tear-streaked face moments ago faded, leaving him almost completely hidden. Carlisle’s eyes flicked instinctively toward the bedroom doorway as the growls and cries grew nearer—then, just as suddenly, they ceased, leaving behind an eerie, heavy silence.

“Vincent, it’s over now. You’re safe.” Carlisle’s voice was calm, as he extended a steady hand toward the trembling boy. Behind him, his adoptive children entered the room silently, their presence both reassuring and unnervingly still. “The newborns are gone,” Edward spoke softly, his amber eyes flickering to the human child, then to the back of Carlisle's head; his adoptive fathers thoughts loud in the smaller room. Edward knew it was a terrible idea, having a human child join a vampire Coven was unheard of; it was punishable.

“Carlisle, you can’t be serious,” Edward said, his voice tight with disbelief. His amber eyes flicked from the trembling boy to his father figure, searching for any sign of hesitation. “This isn’t like you.” Carlisle held his ground, his gaze steady and unyielding. “Don’t do that.” Edward’s brow furrowed. “What?” The room was still, “Do not use your gift against me,” Carlisle said, his tone firm, edged with rare authority. “If you want to understand my decisions, ask. But stay out of my thoughts.” Edward scoffed, taking a step back as if the words stung. “What happened to you being the voice of reason?” he snapped. “A human in a vampire Coven? It’s madness, Carlisle.” His voice rose, sharp with frustration. “If the Volturi find out, they won’t hesitate—they’ll kill us. All of us. They’ll make sure you watch while they slaughter that boy because you broke their laws.” He gestured toward Vincent, who shivered, eyes wide with fear at the mere mention of dying. “The boy is afraid, it doesn’t take Jasper to tell us that.” Edward spoke, softer now, but no less fierce. “And if you bring him into our world, surrounded by what he should fear most… he’ll never stop being afraid.”

Carlisle pinched the bridge of his nose, “I know what it entails, Edward. I don’t need it broken down.” Beside Edward, Rosalie scoffed, her arms crossed tightly, “You really aren’t thinking clearly,” she snapped. “We’re vampires for christ sake, Carlisle. He's a human child. How long do you think he’ll live?” In the background of the chaos was Esme, who was as gentle as she could be knelt in front of the boy. “You must be scared? I know that feeling, it’s okay now. No one is going to hurt you.” Esme saw as Vincent’s body started calming down, “They argue a lot, but it’s nothing to fear sweetheart.” Emmett placed a hand on Rosalie's shoulder, his tone gentle. “Rose, hey— relax. Let’s hear him out first.” Rosalie looked at her husband with pure disbelief, “I am hearing him out.” She hissed, “What I hear is insanity.”

Carlisle stood firm, and Esme rose from the ground, turning to face him. Her voice was soft, but there was steel beneath it. “Carlisle… this isn’t just risky. If the Volturi finds out, it won’t be a warning. It’ll be an execution.” The room fell silent, save for the human boy's heart. Still she stepped closer to him, taking his hand. “But if this is what your heart believes is right, then I will stand by you—no matter what it may cost.” Carlisle smiled, his eyes looking at their joined hands. “I knew the boy’s parents—Eleanor and Anthony. They were good people,” Carlisle said softly, his voice carrying both memory and sorrow. His golden eyes lingered on Vincent. “I can’t just leave him behind. And handing him over to someone else… That comes with its own risks. He’ll remember tonight, even if he can’t understand it.”

Rosalie scoffed and crossed her arms lightly over her chest, eyes narrowed. “So what now?” She snapped. “Play house? Pretend we’re some perfect little family while the Volturi watches our every move, just waiting for one wrong step to tear us apart.” Emmett didn’t dare speak, rubbing his lover's arm in a quiet attempt to sooth her rage. Rosalie’s amber eyes narrowed on the human boy, unflinching and fierce. There was pity in her gaze as she looked away from the boy. Carlisle remained still and silent, his thoughts filled with conflict, reasoning. His children were right after all. Esme, who had been standing at Carlisle’s side, said. “I understand what you all are feeling,” her gaze swept from Edward to Rosalie, softening as she finally looked up at Carlisle. “This is reckless, dangerous. It could cost everything we’ve worked for.” She paused, looking at Vincent. He was watching everyone closely, his eyes wet with lingering tears.

Before anyone could speak, Alice’s voice broke the brief silence. “I’ve seen him.” All heads turned, even Vincent’s who was now curious who she had seen. “Not clear. Just flashes,” she said slowly. “Moments. A little older. Still human… and alive.” Alice glanced at Vincent, his eyes wide and glinting with curiosity, before turning her gaze back to the others. “In every flash, he is with us.” Jasper stiffened beside her, “The visions don’t hold long.” Her voice wavered slightly, a rare uncertainty creeping in. Edward’s jaw tightened. “This means nothing, you of all people should know the future is unstable—especially around humans. One choice can change everything.” Alice’s golden-honey eyes briefly lingered on Edwards sharp gaze before they shifted to Jasper. “I know,” she replied. “This all feels like a terrible idea, logically anyway. Right now though, the future is clean of blood. We should take that for granted.”

Rosalie let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and jarring. “The future lies, Alice. It always has,” she snapped, arms crossed tightly over the chest. “You’ve seen things before that never came true—things that gave us hope just to rip it away.” Alice flinched slightly, but Rosalie wasn’t finished. “I don’t care what you all decide,” she said coldly, brushing past Emmett’s light touch on her arm. “But if you’re so keen on keeping it—” she motioned toward Vincent with a sneer, “ that disgusting thing, then fine. Just make sure it stays far away from me.” Her heels clicked hard against the wooden floors as she stormed out of the room, fury trailing behind her like a shadow. Emmett hesitated before slipping out of the room after her.

Carlisle stood in silence, his eyes fixed on the empty space where Rosalie and Emmett has been moments before. The stillness clung to the room, thick and unmoving. “Are… army parents really dead?” Vincent’s voice broke the quiet, trembling and thin, glazed with a glossy sheen of fear and disbelief. He didn’t look up. His eyes stayed locked on the floor, as though lifting them might force the truth to solidify—might make the loss feel real. A heavy silence followed, stretching between them like a wall.

Vincent shifted his weight, glancing toward the motherly woman—he couldn’t remember her name, but he remembered her face. Gentle, warm. Just like how she was when everyone was arguing. He had seen her before, when visiting Mr. Cullen, the man who stood next to her. She smiled at him then just like she was now. Vincent desperately wanted to curl up in her arms. Jasper quietly reached over and squeezed Alice’s hand, his touch gentle but grounding. He didn’t feel any thirst when he looked at the boy—no burn in his throat, no instinctual craving—but the boy was human nonetheless. Vincent’s emotions were loud, present still. Fear. Confusion. Jasper kept himself still, not wanting to startle Vincent, not when the boy had finally come out.

Carlisle approached the boy slowly, his expression calm, kneeling down so that his eyes were level with Vincent’s. There was a gentleness in the way he moved, as though any sudden motion might break the boy. “Vincent,” he said softly, his voice smooth as ever, “your parents… they’re just somewhere else now. Somewhere you can’t go—not yet.” He didn’t lie, not exactly. Vincent looked at him for a long moment. His eyes were tired, too tired for someone so young, but something in Carlisle’s words seemed to settle him. He gave a small, solemn nod.

Off to the side, Edward let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. “Carlisle’s made up his mind,” he muttered, not bothering to hide the hint of frustration in his voice. “He’s keeping the boy, I’m done here.” He turned away, disappearing down the hall without another word. Alice lingered, her usually bright demeanor dimmed by unease. She stayed close to Jasper, her fingers laced tightly with his. Though she didn’t speak, her eyes remained on Vincent, watchful and uncertain. Nonetheless, she and Jasper stayed.

A tiny yawn escaped Vincent. Esme’s face softened with instinctive affection. Without hesitation, she stepped forward and gently lifted Vincent off the floor, cradling him against her like he weighed nothing at all. He didn’t resist. Instead, his small arms wrapped slowly around her neck, and he let out a breath—a deep, shuddery exhale, as if he’d been holding it in for hours. Within seconds, his body relaxed completely against hers, his head resting on her shoulder. Jasper stood silently nearby, a small smile creeping onto his lips. He absorbed the calm that had taken the place of fear. Alice, though still tense, softened at the sight, her eyes tracing the lines of the boy’s face as if trying to memorize something important.

The house settled into a pleasant silence, Carlisle’s gaze lingered on the boy sleeping soundly in Esme’s arms. Vincent’s breathing was slow and steady now, his small frame curled gently against her like he had belonged there all along. Esme swayed ever so slightly, humming a tune under her breath that only someone with heightened senses could hear. Her touch was instinctively material, protective. Peaceful. But Carlisle’s mind had already drifted somewhere else. The Denali Coven.

They had been gracious hosts so far—open, welcoming, even joyful in their reunion with extended family. But Carlisle knew the unspoken rules among them, the lines drawn in centuries of mutual understanding. Bringing a human child into their midst, especially one so young and vulnerable, wasn’t something any of them had agreed on. Family, yes. But not without conditions.

The Denali sisters—Tanya in particular—were not always temperate as Carlisle. There would be questions. Objections. Maybe worse. The boy’s presence would shift the balance of everything, no matter how gentle or innocent he seemed. Carlisle could already imagine the looks, the discussions held just out of earshot, the concern that one slip could spell disaster. Still, he said nothing. He didn’t want to burden Esme with the thought—she looked too serene, too full of quiet joy as she held Vincent, her fingers brushing through his hair with a tenderness that made Carlisle’s chest ache. He would carry this uncertainty alone, for now. There would be time to navigate the Denali Coven. Time to explain, to reason, to protect. No matter what Carlisle had made up his mind, the boy was going to be a part of the family.

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Exciting News.

I am finally working on my twilight series, long awaited. Prologue shall be out tonight, early tomorrow.

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The Cullens Series Update

The first part 'Hiraeth' should be out sometime in the next week and a half!! I have been piecing it together for awhile now and it is close to meeting my word requirement. This part is essentially a prologue but I won't be titling it that.

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Character Pt.3

Masterlist | Character Pt.1 | Character Pt.2

(The Cullen Coven)

The Olympian Coven was formed in September of 1918 when Carlisle saved a 17 year old Edward from the Spanish Influenza. The Cullens are the second largest and most powerful vampire coven who are dedicated to their "vegetarianism" diet. As of 2006 the Coven officially has 10 members.

THE CULLENS

Jasper Whitlock-Hale

Date of Birth: 1844-1863

Turned: 1863; 19 years old

Joined: 1950

Age: 161 years old as of 2005

Position: The quiet brother who is painfully in love with Alice (it's his entire personality I swear)

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Self-control

Special Abilities: Pathokinesis

Mate: Alice Cullen

Mary Alice Brandon Cullen

Date of Birth: 1901-1920

Turned: 1920; 19 years old

Joined: 1950

Age: 104 years old as of 2005

Position: The very enthusiastic sister

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Enhanced agility + Self-control

Special Abilities: Subjective precognition

Mate: Jasper Hale

Vincent Black Rothschild-Cullen

Date of Birth: 1989-Present

Turned: Not Yet

Joined: 1997; Unofficially (not a vampire yet)

Age: 16 years old as of 2005

Position: Quiet, Awkward, and Clingy

Abilities: Compassionate

Special Abilities: None

Mate: Not yet

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Character Pt.2

Masterlist | Character Pt.1

(The Cullen Coven)

The Olympian Coven was formed in September of 1918 when Carlisle saved a 17 year old Edward from the Spanish Influenza. The Cullens are the second largest and most powerful vampire coven who are dedicated to their "vegetarianism" diet. As of 2006 the Coven officially has 10 members.

THE CULLENS

Isabella "Bella" Marie Swan

Date of Birth: 1987-2006

Turned: 2006; 18 years old

Joined: 2006

Age: 18 years old as of 2006

Position: The unofficial sister

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Exceptional self-control

Special Abilities: Mental shield

Mate: Edward Cullen

Rosalie Lillian Hale

Date of Birth: 1915-1933

Turned: 1933; 18 years old

Joined: 1933

Age: 90 years old as of 2005

Position: The thoughtful caring sister

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Enhanced beauty + Self-control

Special Abilities: None

Mate: Emmett Cullen

Emmett McCarty Cullen

Date of Birth: 1915-1935

Turned: 1935; 20 years old

Joined: 1935

Age: 90 years old as of 2005

Position: The childish/playful brother

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Advanced strength + Self-control

Special Abilities: None

Mate: Rosalie Hale

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Character Pt.1

Masterlist | Character Pt.2

(The Cullen Coven)

The Olympian Coven was formed in September of 1918 when Carlisle saved a 17 year old Edward from the Spanish Influenza. The Cullens are the second largest and most powerful vampire coven who are dedicated to their "vegetarianism" diet. As of 2006 the Coven officially has 10 members.

THE CULLENS

Carlisle Cullen

Date of Birth: 1640-1663

Turned: 1663; 23 years old

Age: 365 years old as of 2005

Position: Leader, Founder, and Father

Abilities: Compassionate + Self-control

Special Abilities: None

Mate: Esme Cullen

Esme Anne Platt Evenson Cullen

Date of Birth: 1895-1921

Turned: 1921; 26 years old

Joined: 1921

Age: 110 years old as of 2005

Position: Mother

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Self-control + Passionate

Special Abilities: None

Mate: Carlisle Cullen

Edward Anthony Masen Cullen

Date of Birth: 1901-1918

Turned: 1918; 17 years old

Joined: 1918

Age: 104 years old as of 2005

Position: The "responsible" brother

Abilities: Basic vampiric abilities + Improved speed + Exceptional self-control

Special Abilities: Telepathy

Blood Singer/Mate: Bella Swan

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Masterlist | The Cullens Series

Summary: Vincent Black Rothschild was born on June 15th, 1989 to a wonderful family. They were not only well-off but also kind and generous. Vincent grew up with plenty of love. As Vincent grew each day so did the roughness in which he played, this resulted in plenty of hospital visits. This was how the family eventually became acquainted with Dr. Carlisle Cullen. In 1997 only a year after meeting Carlisle a group of newborn vampires terrorized the Rothschild home, luckily enough Alice had a vision; though this did not save Vincent B. Rothschilds' parents it did save him. In the end Carlisle being a compassionate man he is, he decided he would not leave the child in the hands of a foster system, this resulted with him adopting the child to become one of his own. The other members in the coven did not agree with this and told him it was dangerous, warning him of the possible outcomes. Instead of agreeing with his coven family he heeded their warnings but still invited the child with open arms; Esme soon followed.

↳ The Cullens x Adopted!Male Reader

Word Count: n/a

Chapters: Unknown

Status: Currently a work in progress.

Taglist: I wanted to make this an option so just let me know if you'd like to be added!

Character Pt.1 | Character Pt.2 | Character Pt.3

Life Before The Twilight Franchise.

Prologue

Twilight.

New Moon.

Eclipse.

Breaking Dawn Pt.1 + 2.

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Hi 👋🏽 there, just wondering when you were gonna post the next chapter?

It should be out latest being August!! I have been writing it for some time now actually, I plan on finishing it. Keep having writers block with this though. I also plan on rewriting some of the first chapter due to my writing style changing.

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“You won’t betray me too, will you?”

Warnings: Spoilers, mentioning death, major character death, kidnapping, violence, swearing.

Italic means they are speaking in Na’vi.

Word count: 2,584

This work is 35 paragraphs long, if I have spelled anything wrong, used anything in the wrong way please let me know. I did proof read this ten times and had someone else do it about three but you never know. Thank you. | Part one of Betrayal

Miles and me never really got along, but ever since Jake betrayed him he seems to see something in me now. He’s always keeping a close eye on me. I think he thinks I am going to betray him like Jake. Which I won’t, not yet, I have no reason too. I like studying and figuring out how Na’vi people work. One day of course I would love to be one. I envy Jake. While I am sitting here, he is out there enjoying life, being free. Whilst I am in here taking orders from the man that killed my colleague, Grace Augustine.

Grace and I were never really close but we definitely had things in common. We both loved teaching, though I didn't get to do much of it after I left Earth. She had this school here on Pandora. I remember her talking about it with Jake once, I only ever listened and I never engaged. Graces school taught young Na'vi about American education and language.

I never went to Graces school as I thought to fill my mind with other knowledgeable things. She always enjoyed her life while I sat around learning what she already knew. She also wanted to protect the Na'vi people as much as Jake, while I sat around doing nothing to help. Me and her differed in that part. I watched the RDA do so much damage to Pandora's life. I even watched as Neytiri, Jake's new found love, killed Miles Quaritch. I wished he had stayed dead.

The sound of a door slamming is what awoke me from my thoughts. Miles Quaritch, I groaned, rolling my eyes and getting up from the comfort of my chair. I stretched as Quaritch made his way over to my desk, "How is it? You know, being something you hate." I chuckled trying to start up a conversation. If I didn't he would stand over there and stare at me. He was silent from the question I asked, the air in the lab was tense.

If anything Quaritch scared me, the man could kill me for all I cared. Plus, he was now a 9 foot tall savage, as he liked calling it. I sighed and sat back down within the comfort of my chair. I wouldn't let my thoughts consume me whilst Miles was here, he might think that I am trying to think of ways out of this place. So instead I started typing away on my computer logging in the rest of the data I was supposed to log in hours ago, before I got lost in thought.

I was still typing away after an hour when I heard Quaritch clear out his throat shuffling his way over to the front of my desk. He announced, “You won’t betray me like Jake, will ya cupcake?” I looked at him curiously, as you to ask why he would bring up the topic of betrayal “Don’t fret kid, just a question. I want to make sure you are in a good headspace.” I nodded and simply answered with “No, I won’t betray you Quaritch. Now what is it you have to offer?”

The offer was not one I was expecting, we were headed to the old shack where Miles was killed. I was to take samples of the things around, retrieve anything of value. We dropped down from the Scorpion Gunship or ‘Helicopter’ for a simple name. I made sure to stay close to the Recoms. My plan wasn’t to die unless necessary. Quaritch looked around, fascinated almost by Pandora's woodlands. The other Recoms did the same.

“Stay close Spencer, don’t want your blood on our hands.” Zdinarsk smartly said. We also call her Z-Dog, which matches her personality. As we traveled farther into the forest we were met by four Viperwolfs, I watched as Quaritch and the others raised their weapons. Then the Viperwolves ran off, far away from us. “A nantang.”

Pandora's creatures are terrifying, Grace had spoken once about them. I snapped out of my thoughts once I heard Z-Dog speak, “No shit.” I started walking once more, this trip was going to be the death of me. Now the Recoms were on alert. We were close to the shack, we had to be. They made sure to keep their weapons raised, we really did not need to have casualties. Once I came into view with the shack I could see that it was covered with leaves and vines, Pandora’s life was making this beautiful.

I separated from the group once I heard that it was safe, I was to collect as many samples as possible. Miles made his way to his old suit, I felt sad for him. Though I didn’t need to. Miles is a bad person, he will always be. I saw some cool plants that I had yet to have samples of. I made sure to collect as much as possible. I was getting a little far from the Recoms but it was okay. I’d find my way back.

“Spencer, see if you can pull some data off that dashcam.” I heard Quaritch say from the distance, I groaned. Why did he have to interrupt my peacefulness? I made my way back over to the old shack, I saw them all surrounding Miles old suit, arrows pointing out of something. I assumed it was Quaritches decomposing skeleton. I swallowed hard going over and working to retrieve the data that should be left on this thing.

“Thing is deader than shit, Colonel.” Lyle said unsure if we could pull anything off of it. “Will you shut it?” I said quickly back to him, I was trying to concentrate, didn’t help that he was right. Maybe if the thing wasn’t deader than shit then I would be able to pull something from it. Quaritch chuckled lightly, “So were we.”

I shook my head lightly, chuckling. God they may be bad people but at least they have humor. Clicking on buttons, groaning when something didn’t go my way. Lyle kept watching as I worked. It was really pissing me off. “Can you stop breathing down my neck, Wainfleet.” I shook my head again, attitude radiating off of me. “No can do kid, gotta make sure you aren’t messing anything up.” I jumped slightly, I thought it was Lyle behind me, turns out it was Quaritch.

I really wanted to die, in that moment embarrassment consumed me. I continued to work pretending it was only me there and not everyone else. Looking around once I heard commotion, “Stay here. With me.” I knew something had to be up. Quaritch ran off with Lyle in the distance. I could see the other Recoms struggling, yelling. They were angry.

I swallowed hard, looking back at the old suit, continuing to work but I kept my ears open. I was definitely going to eavesdrop. I didn’t dare look over to where the Recoms were, I did not want Quaritch to call me over if he saw me being curious. I did not need to cause trouble today. I heard hissing and people speaking Na’vi quickly, I sighed knowing today was not going to end with me going back to the lab peacefully.

I clicked a few more buttons on the suit, finally I got the data that he wanted. I let out a long breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. Slowly I got up brushing off the dirt on my trousers. These were my favorite pants, I didn’t want them to get too dirty. When I looked up from the ground Quaritch and the others were coming back over but with children. One was human.

I refused to acknowledge them, looking up at the Colonel. “Sir, I got what you asked for. I couldn’t retrieve much, Lyle was right that thing is deader than shit.” I glanced back at the Na’vi children, they looked familiar. Miles cleared his throat making me look back at him, “Get me some audio on this.” I nodded, pressing a few buttons as the audio echoed around. He looked disgusted.

“It’s Sully’s woman.” my lips formed into a line, this was awkward. Now I realize why those children look so familiar, they’re the Sully’s. Tonight someone was going to die, or maybe everyone. If we have Jake and Neytiri’s kids this won’t be good. This was going to be a rollercoaster that I did not want to ride. I felt my gut twist in knots, god did I feel sick. I did not consent to kidnapping children.

The kids kept struggling in the background, I could still hear the audio. I wanted to go back to my lab. I hated this, Quaritch and everything else. Everything was so loud all of a sudden, I was going to be sick. The sun was going down, it was going to be an eclipse soon. The audio from the tablet was making me sick, soon I heard Quaritch groan loudly, I looked and stared at my feet. I couldn’t listen anymore.

Lyle grabbed the tablet and handed it to me, “There is nothing after that, sir.” I sighed, I felt so sick. Quaritch reached over into his old suit, he then pulled out the human skull, crushing it into pieces. I gagged quietly hoping no one heard.

Now it was dark, big droplets from the sky fell onto my skin, soaking my clothing. Some of the Recoms kept their guns raised while the others kept hold of the children. I kept close to Quaritch like he told me too. “Three minutes.” I let out a breath of relief, finally going home. The forest was so quiet except for the occasional crunch from one of us moving around.

Quaritch told Sean to “Watch our 6”. God whatever that meant, I wanted to leave. I watched as the children looked around, Neytiri must be here. Now I was really starting to feel sick, oh I'm definitely going to die. Soon gunfire rang around echoing throughout the woodlands, I ran for cover seeing Sean had gotten shot with Neytiri’s arrow, straight through his head. I dry heaved, nothing coming up from my stomach.

“Lo’ak!” I heard faintly in between gunfire. It was so loud. I kept hidden behind a big tree, hoping that I would be safe. The rain kept coming down, hard and heavy. It reminded me of Earth. I used to love running and jumping in puddles with my big brother Jayce. Jayce could be so mean one second but then nice the next, me and him had a falling out once I told him I was going to work for the RDA.

God he knew this was a terrible idea, going to a different planet, killing native people, stealing from their land. It was Earth all over again. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so scared, I didn’t want to die. The RDA wasn’t finished with making my Avatar, not that I knew of anyway. If I died tonight I was going to stay dead.

Gunfire did not cease, neither did the yelling. I saw as the children ran off. Maybe they would have a chance. I jumped as a noise came close to me, Quaritch. God he pulled down Sean's body, I didn’t want that thing near me. I gagged again this time something came up. I couldn’t puke in my mask, so I swallowed it.

“Kid, I’m gonna need you to run when I tell you too.” I nodded at Mile’s words, everything was so loud still. I wanted to curl up and cry. I was so scared. Jayce was so right. Quaritch looked over at Sean’s body noticing Neytiri’s arrow, he looked terrified. PTSD maybe? I would hope so, something needs to scare that man.

The colonel reloaded his weapon, the sound was crisp. It was quiet all of a sudden, maybe everyone was dead besides me and him. Quaritch spoke with a smirk plastered on his face “Is that you, Mrs. Sully?” it was silent for a moment, I wished it would be forever, my headached. Throbbed even. “I recognize your calling card.” I really wanted to punch him, was he trying to die again?

A few of the Recoms started moving around, I looked to see what he wanted me to do. “Not yet.” I nodded wanting to disobey him and move. I knew he was right though, I needed to stay close, having no weapons on me was not a good thing. “Why don’t you come on out, Mrs. Sully.” Quaritch said calmly but loud, he grabbed his weapon. I knew he was going to shoot at her.

“The two of us have some unfinished business.” he cocked his gun, Jesus he was really risking lives here. Quaritch then looked at me, nodding, I knew the signal I was going to have to start running as fast as my feet could carry. “Demon! I will kill you as many times as I have to.” Neytiri spoke asserting dominance was lacing her voice.

“You and the Corporal have been pretty busy, haven’t you?” I hid behind another tree, this time farther away from Quaritch I knew that if I didn’t want to die I would have to be a little smart. “Got yourself a whole litter of half-breeds.” I looked down, why would he say that. When I see him again I am going to punch that smirk right off his face.

“Na’vi!” someone yelled, gunfire rang once more. This was not a war I wanted to be a part of. I started running, I needed to get out. Words shouted from everywhere, I ran faster and faster. Suddenly a sharp pain ran throughout my body, I looked down. Blood, I was hit. Suddenly I was thrown over someone's shoulder. I cried out in pain.

I heard muffled words, barely making anything out. “Fall back!” I heard someone shout to my right, I was finally going home. Soon all I felt was calm, it felt like I was floating. “Spencer?” I looked around quickly trying to find the source of the voice, my mom. “Mom?” I croaked out, oh how I missed her. Everything she was saying was muffled. I couldn't understand her.

“Mom?” I said again, maybe this time she would talk louder, more understandable. She didn’t, everything was going black. I felt cold. It was finally quiet, so quiet. Memories floated my mind, the time me and Jayce broke mothers favorite cup, she never got mad at us though. The time dad came home from his military training, oh how I loved that day. He was so tired yet still played with me.

Before what felt like forever peace, there was this light. Bright, my head hurt once more. My mother started disappearing, I tried grabbing her. It didn’t work. Soon my eyes opened once more. I groaned out looking around, “It is so bright in here.” I managed to croak out. Then I saw doctors, no scientists surrounding me. I jolted up, how was I alive.

“Calm down, calm down.” I knew that voice anywhere, Miles. He told the scientists to leave, give me space. I finally noticed that I was blue, I was in my Avatar. I laughed “This is real right?” Z-Dog laughed in the corner, “Hell yeah.” I smiled and laughed once more. Finally my plan was set. I knew what I was going to do. Jake might be getting that call.

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Betrayal

Summary:  Quaritch and I never really got along, not until after Jake betrayed him. Jake left, he had found a lover, started a family and left, betraying everyone in the RDA. But he never betrayed me, he could never. I looked up to him and Grace, though I kept to myself most of the time, we were still close enough to keep in touch even after the ‘Betrayal’.

Word count: 2,584

Warnings for this story include: Spoilers, mentioning death, major character death, kidnapping, violence, swearing.

I am now working on part two! This will be a backstory to our lovely Spencer.

I. “You won’t betray me too, will you?” 

II. “Memories are a hard thing to get rid of.”

III.