Seth had gone off to get Sam, leaving Maisie with Edward and Jasper, who she really still wanted to murder a little bit. Instead, they trek a mile through the woods into a clearing where five other Cullens stand way too still and way too stiff for them to be anything other than vampires. Their voices blur in and out of coherency to Maisie's untrained ear. They were speed talking. That's, actually insanely cool.

The littlest, a short brunette, flit about in a state of controlled panic. As soon as she saw the three of them she dashed over to stand by Jasper, wrapping her arms around his waist. She offered Maisie a small smile. "Who's this?"

"Maisie Williams. I'm here to help." Maisie answered, voice strong and clear. She was really imitating the way Liam used to talk. Big, strong. In reality, she was on edge.

"I'm Alice. We're glad to have you." The girl replied, laying a pale hand on her shoulder. "Or well, we will be. I've seen it."

Despite her stature and the dainty appearance of her manicured hand, it held real weight, betraying the inhuman strength she knew lay within them. Jasper looked at Alice's hand like he wasn't quite sure it was safe there, which granted, it was fair to think after she'd detached his.

Maisie was a decent fighter. Not the best, but she wasn't Jason Grace by any means. If these people, monsters, were to decide to kill her she had no clue what kind of powers they might have. One or two vampires? She could take down. All of them at once? She didn't know anything about how to efficiently to it.

"We're not going to hurt you." Edward reassured her quietly, though no doubt the way the others stifle their reactions, they all heard.

"Reassuring." She replied flatly. It wasn't about going to it was about could. She knew what could happen if someone whispered in your ear enough. She didn't know exactly how Krios became Krios, but she'd heard the stories.

The fake calm was back, lighter than before, less stifling, but she still felt it go around her like a heavy blanket. Jasper was staring at her with some sort of intensity she couldn't figure out. She was too detached. Then it clicked and she turned to him.

"It's you! Make it stop." She said with enough conviction to make the mans eyebrows furrow.

"Make it stop?" He asked.

"The fake calm. I feel like I'm suffocating." She replied. Then the feeling was gone again.

"I'm sorry. I was only trying to help." He apologized. Maisie resisted the urge to mimic what he said in a high voice, and instead nods at him. They make their way to the center of the clearing where the rest stand in a loose circle.

"Hello, Maisie. I'm Dr. Cullen, but you can call me Carlisle." He offered his hand, which Maisie hesitantly took. His fingers were ice cold, and his skin didn't give under the slight pressure of her fingertips.

"This is my wife, Esme, and our other children, Emmett and Rosalie." He gestured to a woman who was so beautiful she could've been a child of Venus, if it weren't for the obvious lack of blush in her cheeks, and to a man resting his him on top of her head behind her, his tree trunk arms wrapped possessives around the woman.

Maisie immediately wanted to pick a fight with Emmet. A nonlethal fight, but she wanted to take him down. The part of her that never stopped wanting to prove that she was good enough picked him out because he was massive. Maisie pushed the urge down and nodded at the two.

A very large, shaggy black wolf padded into the clearing, obviously tense. Maisie's eyes widen, despite the fact that she'd seen the wolves before. Sam wasn't bigger than Jake had been, but seeing him, especially with his teeth bared, reminded her too much of a hellhound. Absentmindedly, her fingers twisted around her tiny staff that resided in her pocket.

"Hello, Sam." Carlisle nodded. "We mean you no harm. If you would shift so that we could talk?"

Sams eyes shifted to Edward, who sighed. "They feel more comfortable in this form. I can translate."

"They?" Maisie asked, peering deeper into the forest where several large shapes emerged. Shaggy fur and gleaming eyes. Maisie shivered, remembering the last time she'd encountered a pack of canines. She'd ended up here. She lifts a hand in acknowledgment.

"They also want to remind you that their protection extends to Maisie. No matter what threats she makes, she's still a human. " He nodded to a dark shape in the forest she assumed was Paul. Maisie snorted at that. Human. Well she technically was half human, though her godly DNA, which wasn't actually DNA, sorta trumped that bit.

Edward looked over at her, as if he was trying to read her thoughts. She didn't know if it would work, but she put up a mental block. He looked surprised as her metaphorical walls slammed up.

"I appreciate it. I do. But I'm telling you, I can handle myself." She replied.

"You're pretty cocky for someone so tiny and breakable." The big one, the one Maisie's going to fight, remarks.

"You're pretty pretty for someone so large and slow." She sneered back.

He gasped obnoxiously. "You hear that, Rose? She thinks I'm pretty. Don't be jealous, I'm all for you."

"Pretty obnoxious, too." She tilted her head up to him. A growl sounded somewhere in the forest and Emmet rolled his eyes.

"Tell your dog not to worry, I'm not going to fight you." He deflated a little, losing the bravado.

"Shame. It would've been so fun to kick your ass." She sighed, rolling her eyes at the wolf comment.

"More like it would be fun to watch you try." He corrected with a smug grin. Maisie rolled her eyes. There was no point in arguing with any of them. Presumptuous assholes.

"Emmet." Esme warned as he opened his mouth again.

"We came here to discuss Alice's vision." Carlisle reminded them. "An army is coming."

"An army?" Maisie asked, not letting her voice shake. It sounded too much like Camp Jupiter for her tastes.

"An army of newborn vampires. Victoria's been having someone amass them in Seattle." Jasper elaborates, and Maisie's chest feels lighter.

"Newborn Vampires?" She asks, a slight lilt to her voice.

"Newly turned vampires. They're stronger and faster than us for the first few months until their bodies work through the rest their own human blood." Jasper explains, the slight southern accent grating on Maisie's patience. "It was a common practice during the Civil War, to create these armies to fight for you and dispose of them after they'd outlasted their strength."

"Is that how you were..." Maisie gestures to him, "Created?"

Maisie finds the eyes of the Cullen's, along with the wolves on her. She didn't say anything wrong, did she?

"Yes." Jasper hesitantly responds, a tinge of shame coloring his voice. "I was turned with the intent to fight against the unions newborn army."

"Wait, what the hell?" Maisie snaps. Jasper drops his gaze. "You were a confederate? Like, let's keep the slaves confederate?"

"He just said he was created to kill, and you're upset because he was a confederate?" Edward cracked his head to the side, mirth alight in his eyes.

"I don't give a shit why you were created! I was born because my mother beat my father at beer pong. You fought to keep slavery. That's fucked up."

Emmets booming laughter sounded behind her. "I like this one. She's feisty."

"Back to the point," Carlisle cleared his throat. "The newborn army is a formidable force. We come seeking aid."

"I'm in." Maisie rubs her hands together, "I'm always down for a fight. One condition though, I want to spar with Dudebro. Emmet, I mean."

A growl cuts through the forest from Paul's general direction, though Sam seemed to be observing before passing judgement. Maisie rolls her eyes and cuts a few steps towards Paul.

"Oh, relax. I just want to spar. And I can kick ass just as well as you can, so." She turns her nose up. She doesn't acknowledge the fact that she was just running far away from a fight she can't win, and she also doesn't acknowledge that she left him alone on the beach.

The girl Cullen, the seer, has said she'd be around at least for this fight. Having a timeline for her impending death was always nice, and who knows, maybe after she could haul ass to Alaska for the rest of her miserable but longer life.

"It's true." The seer pipes up, practically prancing to place her arm around Maisie, who shrugs it off as she continues, "She's an incredibly skilled fighter. I've seen it."

"You shouldn't be so flippant." Edward frowns, "This is a serious threat. Newborns are dangerous and notoriously uncontrollable. It seems like someone has them on a leash for now, but even so they're wreaking havoc on northern Seattle."

"They kill people, right?" Maisie asks. She had assumed, but it never hurts to confirm. At the Cullen's nods she continues, "I kill things that kill people."

Which, may not have been true in the past, but if she's got some time before Diana finds her, then she's got time to do better. To battle the things that need to be, instead of siding with them. Luke was right about the gods, but wrong, so wrong, about how to change things. Maybe she can have something new here. Something that might put her in Asphodel instead of the Fields of Punishment after she dies.

Looks are exchanged. Jake huffs and paces as the wolves mentally converse. Eventually Sam looks to Edward and Edward nods before announcing, "They also 'kill things that kill people'. They're in."

Uh hey everyone. I uhhhh,, am sorry ig? I dont want to make excuses but like I had some bad mental health issues but heres this so.