Children of the Moon
“What do you know about the Children of the Moon?” AUTHOR’S NOTE
The chapters in this story alternate between viewpoints of Buffy
characters and Twilight
characters. This one’s in Carlisle’s point of view (though I think I screwed it up at one point and put it in Jacob’s for a while). And while other characters call her “Nessie,” I’m with Bella in that I can’t stand that nickname, so in everything other than a few characters’ dialogue, she’ll be referred to as Renesmee.
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The light from the windows of the Cullen house shone in bright patterns on the snow-covered lawn. Outside the house was still. Inside, the ten members of the Cullen family lounged around the living room.
While they all greatly appreciated the help that they had received in their latest conflict with the vampire royalty the Volturi, it was a wonderful relief to have just the family together again.
A child’s beautiful high voice broke the silence. “Momma, I don’t want
to go to bed!”
Bella Cullen merely scooped up her daughter and said, “Too bad. You need your rest.”
Renesmee frowned. “But you and Daddy don’t need your rest. Or Aunt Alice or Uncle Jasper or Uncle Emmett or – ”
Bella shook her head firmly. “No arguments. Say goodnight.”
Renesmee sighed and pouted for a minute, then scrambled out of her mother’s arms and gave goodnight kisses to her grandparents, aunts, and uncles. Last, she jumped into the arms of the man standing closest to the door – the only one not pale and icy-skinned like the others.
“G’night Jake!” she chirped, kissing his check.
He grinned and ruffled her hair. “Night Nessie.”
Bella took Renesmee back from Jacob and, followed by Edward, said goodnight to their family. Once they left, the seven others returned to the quiet evening.
It didn’t take long for Emmett and Rosalie to make an obvious retreat to their room and Alice and Jasper soon after. Jacob was left alone with Carlisle and Esme Cullen, the impossibly young-looking parents of the vampire family. “Are you going back to the reservation for the night?” Carlisle asked.
Jacob shook his head. “I still don’t feel right going back there. Not all of the Elders are as understanding as my dad.”
Esme frowned, her beautiful eyes pained. “At least sleep in here on the couch,” she said. “I hate the idea of you outside all night in the snow.”
Grinning, Jacob brushed his shaggy hair out of his eyes. “My fur is pretty warm.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Carlisle murmured to his wife. Then, to Jacob, “But you always know that you’re welcome inside.” He took Esme’s hand and the two of them headed for the stairs. “Goodnight, Jacob.”
They paused and turned around. Carlisle saw concern in Jacob’s eyes. “Is everything okay?”
Jacob looked around the room, a shudder of energy rippling through his body. “I wanted to ask you about something one of the Volturi said.”
Carlisle nodded slowly. “Go on.”
“What do you know about the Children of the Moon?”
He sighed. That’s what he had expected. He met Esme’s eyes and nodded slightly. She looked at Jacob, bid him goodnight, then continued up to the second floor. Carlisle gestured for Jacob to sit down. “Before your first transformation,” he said as he settled on the couch, “did you ever hear the term werewolf?”
Jacob knew that he should feel uncomfortable sitting alone with a vampire as old and powerful as Carlisle, but that time was long past. “No,” he admitted. “Not anywhere other than in movies. None of the Quileute stories were any more specific than ‘creature’ or ‘wolf.’”
“Your ancestors were very wise,” Carlisle said. “You and the rest of your family are shape-shifters. True werewolves are actually quite similar to those in the black and white movies.” He smiled slightly. “One of the few things Hollywood got right.”
“So the Full Moon and only changing three nights a month and spreading it like a disease by biting other people and all that?” Jacob asked. “Those are true werewolves?”
The blonde vampire raised an eyebrow. “It sounds like you know a fair amount.”
Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his chair, made even more awkward by his large size. “There’s something that I kept from you,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you guys needed anymore to deal with, but things are changing.” He sighed. “Again.”
Carlisle said nothing. He merely waited for Jacob to continue, his knitted brow the only sign that he was even slightly concerned.
“A few years ago, when I was maybe ten or eleven, this guy showed up at La Push,” Jacob began. “It was before you came back to Forks. He came to my father and asked to meet with the Elders.” He blushed slightly. “I wasn’t supposed to listen to any Tribal meetings. Billy wanted me to wait until I was older before I got involved in any of that.
“But I felt really strange the entire time he was there. I tried to find Billy and I overheard him talking to this guy Oz without any of the other Elders around.”
“He was keeping secrets from the other Elders?”
Jacob shrugged. “Maybe. The two of them were talking about stuff that sounded really odd at the time. Oz was saying that the change had nothing to do with the moon anymore. Now it was happening when he was angry. He seemed to think that my father had answers for him.”
Carlisle had been a smart man during his human life and over three hundred years of learning since then had made him brilliant. He knew where Jacob’s story was going. “You and your pack transform when you’re angry or feel threatened, yes?”
“Yeah. When we get better at it, we can phase whenever we want.” His voice dropped to just above a whisper. “But we’ve never been affected by the moon. And Oz was definitely not Quileute.”
Carlisle narrowed his eyes. “A werewolf.”
Jacob nodded. “A real werewolf.”
Carlisle frowned and stared at a spot on the wall. “The Volturi will not stand for a Child of the Moon being allowed to live.”
More than anything, Jacob wished that the floor would open up and swallow him. “I think my father is still in contact with this guy,” he finally said. “And I think that he might have been really honest about what’s been going on here over the past year.”
Carlisle looked at him sharply. “You think he’s coming here?”
The words came out in a rush. “You know that the Quileutes outside of the pack still don’t trust you. Billy and I have argued over this over and over again. That’s why I’ve been staying here at night. I’m so sorry, Carlisle. You know I’d rather die than put this family in danger again.”
To his surprise, Carlisle kept calm. “If he does come back, we will deal with it.” His amber eyes softened when he saw how distraught Jacob was. “Don’t worry. I’m sure that this will turn out to be nothing.” He stood up. “Are you sure you won’t sleep inside tonight? I know it would make Esme feel better.”
Jacob shook his head. “I like being outside. Besides,” he added, blushing. “It’s quieter outside.”
Carlisle smirked. Spending the night in a house with three happily married couples who didn’t sleep was probably a less than ideal scenario. Especially when one had supernatural hearing. “Sleep well,” he said with a smile.
Jacob seemed comforted enough and headed out the front door, pulling his shirt off as he went. Moments later, Carlisle saw a giant russet-colored wolf bound across the lawn and curl up under a pine tree.
Carlisle leaned against the window, the cold glass feeling warm against his icy skin. Against centuries of instinct, he had come to see Jacob as a member of his family. Not a son, per se, but definitely a part of them. He didn’t want the boy to feel worse than he clearly already felt.
But the truth was, what Jacob had told him did
worry him. The last thing any of them needed was another reason for the Volturi to come after them. He turned and looked up the stairs to where he knew his wife was waiting for him.
Could they survive a fifth attack on their family?