I've been writing this for a good two to three years, taking my time. It started out as a Marcus and Bella pairing, but I found and created other characters to write about too. I tweaked a few things here and there for my own amusement with the vampire, shifter and werewolf lores. It's something I dreamed up. You may or may not like it, but I'm pretty damned proud of myself for finishing something I put a lot of hard work, energy and time into my fanfiction. I hope you enjoy. Reviews are cool.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Rated M for mature content, lemons in later chapters, etc.

September 13, 1987

"Charlie, I want to push so bad! I need to push! I need to push now!" Renee wailed. "No, no no no, don't do that yet...you keep breathing. That's it sweetie. Remember what you learned in those classes? Don't look at me like that! It's not time to push yet hon. You just keep breathing. Hold on just a little longer, we're almost at the hospital!"

Charlie was trying to keep his wits about himself. His wife was in labor, ready to give birth in the car, and he had to get her to the hospital like yesterday. Within seconds, they drove into the emergency section of the hospital where there were EMTs nearby taking a break. He stopped the car and yelled at them for help. "Hey! I need some help over here! My wife is in labor!" Charlie yelled out.

The EMTs rushed to Renee's side of her car door and helped her out. Soon, she was in her hospital bed and the doctor and nurses were encouraging her to push. She held onto Charlie's hand for dear life. Nobody told her the contractions were this hellish. Charlie winced at the grip on his hand, but he took it. He wanted to help her in anyway he could. If killing all nerves in his hand was the way to do it, so be it. Renee didn't know whether to kill her husband or kiss him. She had always wanted a baby. She waited for this moment to meet her little girl. Charlie nearly fainted at the sight of blood, but he heard his little girl's first cry.

On September 13 at 1:12 PM, Isabella Marie Swan was born. The nurse placed the tiny baby onto Renee's chest. Both parent's heart were bursting with love and joy. "Charlie, she's beautiful! Look at her!" Renee cried. Dark brown hair, cheeks that wanted to be kissed, a little button nose, and deep brown eyes that could see into your soul. "Beautiful..." Charlie whispered. He couldn't keep the tears from flowing. His little girl was finally here.

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It had been a little over a thousand years since Marcus had moved. He remained in a trancelike state after the fall of the Romanian Coven. In his grief, he closed his eyes. His wife died during the fight against the enemy coven. Although Didyme was not his true mate, he loved her. Eyes closed, he could still hear the world around him. The progress of the new world was not enough to interest or awaken him. He tired of it all, and his zest for life waned. He no longer thirsted for blood to sustain him.

Aro and Caius worried for their brother. If he were to remain in this state, chances were that he may never move again. Without blood, he would turn to stone. Aro visited him once or twice a week to read to him, talk to him, tell him of things that were happening in Europe, the Middle East, Asia, and America. Wars were fought and won. The arts were progressive, music was ever changing. Caius would visit Marcus, but would stay silent. Bringing in victims of his hunt, he hoped that Marcus would thirst again, that it would be enough to awaken him. He was desperate to have his brother back on his throne.

Before Marcus slept, the three brothers were invincible. They ruled their vampire world with an iron fist. To the outside, they were ruthless and merciless, seemingly uncaring towards the excuses for the laws that were broken. This was a necessity to uphold the most sacred of laws. Within the walls of of their castle, they were family who loved each other dearly. They rarely separated from each other, only in extreme cases where one king was needed to accompany the guard and destroy any vampires who caused too much trouble to go unnoticed.

It was late in the evening when something within Marcus stirred. September 13, 1987 at 10:12 PM, the motionless king opened his eyes.