Chapter III

Witches in Forks all started with a Stackhouse man. He a decade after the Quileutes had their first run-in with vampires. He was a man of magic who helped the Shaman of the Quileute Tribe. Back then, the spirit warriors had a spiritual guide to help them with their power and keep true to their roots.

Because unlike many believed, the Quileutes were not descended from wolves, but Spirit Warriors. And after a string of sad events, a Spirit Warrior inhabited the body of a wolf to save his tribe. From then on, his descendent was able to transform into wolves. Making them shape-shifter, not werewolves. After their first encounter with vampires, their abilities were no longer triggered at puberty, but by the appearance of vampires on their land.

Shamans were purposed to keep the history alive and the people connected to the spirit world, though it became tribal law that crossing into the spirit world is forbidden. Eventually, as shifting into wolves became the pride of the tribe, the shaman became the last Quileute that knew how to open the door to the spirit world.

Years went by and Stackhouse had become part of the tribe, though back then, blood purity was everything. Witches were few, far, and in-between. Stackhouse wanted his name to live on with magic in his line.

He then met a woman in a nearby town named Mary Marlow. The two married and had a bunch of kids. But Stackhouse couldn't give up his Shaman. He wanted them both for different reasons, but the point was that he wanted them both.

The Quileute chief wouldn't allow it. So Stackhouse kidnapped the Shaman who had become engaged to the chief's best friend. Stackhouse defiled her and stole her purity. He spilled his seed in her belly and told her that she could only be his from that point on.

However, Mary Marlow had no intention of sharing Stackhouse, so she killed the Shaman. A small battle between the tribe and local witches lasted for a while until Mary lost her youngest boy.

This pushed her to end the war. But to make the treaty, the Quileute chief only wanted Stackhouse. For the survival of her family, Marry Marlow sacrificed her husband.

"You said this town had many witches. How many of them are left now?" I asked the Stackhouse sisters.

"Enough to take on the Cullens and the Quileute Tribe," Jenny replied.

"Well, I'm not a Cullen. And if you ladies ever need a hand, you just ask me. But I do need a list of herbs prepared today. And high-quality supplies in the future. After all, I'm not human. But my money will be just as good." I stepped to the counter and wrote a shortlist.

I learned quite a lot from the Stackhouse sisters. I am mostly happy to know that I could find potential coven members with developed abilities and potential.

Unexpectedly, one had just fallen into my lap. I could see it in Jenny's face, the resemblance; she is Angela's mother. Though Angela must have got her height from her father's side as Jenny and her sister weren't very tall.

After Lisa prepared my herbs, I left the shop and went on my way, though the hunger began to boil inside of me. I couldn't do the animal thing, but I still planed to treat Alice to an animal buffet and a new form of feeding. But the hunger set in faster when consuming animal blood, so while alone, I planned to eat something heavier.

I was walking through town when I found a place with motorcycles parked out front. I went in and had few drinks to sell the human disguise. I talked up a few beautiful ladies, but my target was a man.

Grabbing the two beautiful ladies, I led us to a table that was occupied by a man with a gorgeous, black 'motorcycle' as they call it in this time period.

He was skeptical in the beginning, but no matter the year, all men accepted free drinks, especially since they're never offered many.

The man's name turned out to be Will. He talked about his customized Hellrazor. It was the only thing he kept from the divorce. When everyone was nice and drunk, we were kicked out of the bar. The four of us then took the party to Will's house. While I rode in a 1972 Gran Torino with one of the ladies, the other hitched a ride on the back of Will's motorcycle.

When we arrived at Will's place, we got in the mood but I didn't let it go too far before I killed the three of them and drunk them dry.

The only downside was that I now had a customized Hellrazor and a sweet ass black on black 1972 Gran Torino fastback. I wanted them both. I was forced to compel a stranger to drive the Gran Torino before burnt the trailer, Will's house, down. The fire burnt so hotly that it melted the metal.

I managed to get back to the Cullen's by one o'clock in the morning. The motorcycle purred with power. Unlike anything, I had ridden in Balobedu, where everything ran on free electric current pulled from the air. It was silent and smooth, nothing like the beast I was driving now.

As I walked to the house, I saw the Gran Torino and the man sitting in the driver's seat like a zombie. I then remember I had to compel him to forget and leave.

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Morning came, and I dressed for the rain that came. I grabbed Angela's outfit and Wide Lens before heading out.

"Father!" Leonardo called out. I stopped at the door then turned around.

"What is it?" I ask him.

Carlisle and his family stepped out of the kitchen with odd faces. Something was wrong.

"The Shield, Bella Swan, she's Edward's singer," Leonardo explained.

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked, confused by the modern term.

"Singers are individual phenomena; a person whose blood sings for one specific vampire."

The world came to a screeching halt as I looked up to the rooms with sudden anger. I knew it wasn't Edward's fault. We couldn't pick who our singers would be. But I had to beat the boy before the crazy ideas started to fill his.

"He's gone," Carlisle said. "He left before you came back last night. He didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want you to see him as a threat."

"Can he control himself?" I asked Carlisle.

"He can, even more so, because he has an attraction to her," Carlisle replied.

"Is that why you agreed to stay here? Because you found a shield. You can't turn humans here," Leonardo spoke, and I waved him off.

"I can't turn them against their will. But if she asks, the treaty is intact. And if she doesn't ask, well, we're leaving this house anyway, so what we do, doesn't apply to the Cullens. I said I was going to build a coven here! If those dogs don't like it, they can come to me."

"I didn't expect you to covet the daughter of the police chief!" Leo roared.

I clutched the boy by his throat until I heard cracks forming on his neck.

"Don't you ever, raise your voice at me. Who do you think you are? I do not covet that girl. She is too dull, but her abilities will not go to waste. Now I don't have to explain myself to you. I have other affairs this morning. Just work on keeping Edward in check."

I dropped Leo and went for the door. " You have a lot of making up to do, Leo. I liked Vlad, and he died without avenging Justinia! No man should die without avenging his woman. Do as I tell you and stay out of my sight!" I shouted as I left the house.

"Oh and this singer phenomena as you call it was discovered long ago. It's an indicator for a Catalytic Sire. If Edward can overcome his urge to drink her dry, once he turns her, her potential as shield and vampire will grow exponentially. I've only ever met one 'singer' in my life. His name was Vladimir Dracul. After his turn, he could transform into bats and shadows. And his gift for metallurgy had reached a new high. Consider this my lesson for the day." I spoke softly as I got on my motorcycle.

In the house, everyone shared looks of mixed emotions.

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Third POV

After Obediah left, Leonardo was helped to his feet by Carlisle. "You shouldn't have sacrificed him. It will take time for Lord Obediah to forgive you."

"The Volturi is getting too strong. They corrupted the Vatican. Recruits 'blessed' by God, are being handed over to the devils. They are hunting people with power and strengthen their ranks. I had to get him out then or never!" Leonardo explained.

"They've been hunting people with powers for years. Though the Vatican may be involved, their numbers haven't rapidly increased. Leo, what aren't you telling us?" Carlisle asked.

"I can't tell you. Your mind isn't safe. I will send money to get my father a place to stay. But I must leave for Egypt. Today." said Leonardo.

"And if he decides to massacre a family?" Carlisle asked.

"He won't." Alice stepped in. " But you should leave. Though he said the matter is settled, he still blames you for Vlad. You being here doesn't help."

"Don't underestimate him?" Said Leo.

"I'm not. I'm just saying that the Blood Lord is adjusting to the new world. And we should let him do his own thing while he mourns for Vlad and his wife that died centuries ago but feels like yesterday to him. You being here is slowing down the adjustment." Alice explained, then walked away with Jasper as she had to get to school.

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Obediah's POV

I was following the memorized route to Angela's house, enjoying the ride, and feeling bad for how I treated Leonardo. He did free me, after all. But Vlad was something special.

Oh, well, I'll apologize later. I should thank him too, now that I think about it. Haa, I'm sure Athenodora would have smacked me in the head by now. I laugh at the memories of the willful girl. Later in life, she blossomed beautifully after she was allowed to be free and uncouth.

After some time, I pulled into Angela's driveway. I buried Athenodora deep in my heart and refocused.

Angela had a lovely house. Two stories tall, made of brick, a nice large lawn with flower bushes. I parked in the driveway and knocked on the door. It took a moment, but Angela opened up wearing red satin pajamas and a thin rose gold robe.

"You sleep in those?" I asked

"Is it too much?" she asked in turn.

"Not at all. You look good. Here." I handed her a new outfit. She opened the door wider and invited me in.

As she went upstairs to dress, I pulled out my laptop and continued to play around. The computing language was easy to grasp. I was currently working on semi-AI defensive measures to prevent anyone from picking up on my snooping.

I was finished creating a program that will slaughter the world's most excellent hacker by the time Angela came back down. I put the laptop away and took a good look at her.

She wore a beige full-length Toscana sheepskin coat that offers a dramatic silhouette that sheltered her in warmth and elegance. Crafted from premium sheepskin with full Spanish Toscana insulation and trim, the hooded coat fell to the back of her calves. She also wore knee-high boots, blue jeans, and a wool long-sleeved sweater.

"Are you just going to stare at me all morning?" she asked anxiously. I took off my scarf and wrapped it around her neck.

"It gets cold on the bike. But it's more comfortable to ride with your coat open." I tell her.

"Bike? As in a motorcycle? Do you even have a license for that?" She asked.

"I have no idea what that is," I replied honestly. Out of everything I learned, who would have thought to regulate something as fun and simple as driving.

Angela giggled as if I was joking. I just smiled and played along.

Sometime after we left the house, I pulled into a grove. The air was still misty, and the dew from the tree leaves fell to the ground creating a pattering sound that gave the impression that it was still raining.

"This place is beautiful. But I still can't figure out the smell of rain showers."

"You will. Come over here." I held out my hand.

When she got closer, I reached into my saddlebag and pulled out a brand new wide lens. Angela stared at the lens, and her body lightly trembled. I gently squeeze her hand and tell her it's alright.

"Take the lens. You broke yours, right? I heard the crack when you were running away." I told her.

She was still nervous. "Hey, Angela." I finally get her to make eye contact.

"Everything is going to be okay. I got the lens for you. I didn't mean to scare you the other night." Any sane human would be scared, but Angela still agreed to come out with me. Something about her wasn't rational, so I downplayed the entire situation.

"So you did see me... What were you doing?" she asked.

"What did it look like? The pictures you took."

When I asked the question, I felt the wall in her mind tremble.

"What did you do with the pictures, Angela?" I asked.

The intensity of the tremble increased.

"I... I...It doesn't matter. Why did you do it?" She asked. "What you did, humans don't do. It wasn't normal."

"But weren't you fascinated? It's why I let you take pictures. It's okay to like what you saw," I assured Angela in a comforting tone.

Angela snatched her hand away. I was in awe of the mental barrier within her. It didn't just hide her darkness but regulated her thought process.

"But it's not normal. It's... What are you?" she finally asked.

The wall in her mind continued to tremble, but it refuses to shatter. Something was anchoring the barrier in her mind. I then realized that I was wrong. Angela's mental barrier wasn't self-created. All I could think about was her mother and aunt. They must have done it.

"I'm an ancient witch who stumbled into an immortal life," I replied, honestly, but deceptively.

I watched as Angela tried to comprehend. Then she suddenly relaxed.

"That makes sense. A human couldn't do what you did. And humans wouldn't appreciate such beauty." Angela stroked her beige sheepskin coat. "Are you here to kill me? because I saw you."

"No, Angela, I like you. I want to know more about you, just like you want to know more about me. That's why you agreed to come out with me, isn't it?"

Angela pursed her lips, then sighed. "I have no idea why I agreed to come with you. Lonely, lost, stupid, tired of liking a boy who doesn't see me. The list of teenage angst can go on forever."

She sounded disappointed. Then I finally saw an image within her mind of a young Angela watching her uncle bleed deers for a wedding. The deers hung up upside down and created a small river of blood. She then moved forward, and I saw her little hands trying to catch the thick crimson stream.

I was amazed. I finally understood what Angela was, an anomaly, just like Athenodora, Anula of Anuradhapura, and Locusta of Gaul. A person born blemished. Athenodora had murdered men and tortured slaves long before she was transformed into a vampire.

Angela suddenly perked up and the barrier in her mind purged the thoughts and reordered her emotions. She then said, "How can I trust an ancient witch? How do I know you aren't fucking with me, and you're just some psycho that likes to kill animals."

Her split personality continued to amaze me. It was like she knew what happened but didn't why or how it happened. It was confusing and intriguing, by Angela didn't seem affected in the slightest by it. But what confounded me the most was that Angela didn't have any thoughts about witches.

In the blink of an eye, we were floating above the grove as I kissed her neck.

"Believe me now?" I whisper while paying close attention to her thoughts. Maybe her family had sealed away her thoughts about magic as well.

Angela clutches my jacket as she looks around. From that point, it was smooth sailing. She is a bright girl and had lots of questions. I answered her with brutal honesty and observed how she rolled with the punches. She wasn't afraid and enjoyed the details. But not once did memories of magic appear in her mind.

Angela and I were resting against a fallen tree as she told me about how she wanders the woods at night because she loved to take night pictures. She liked to take photos of animals sleeping until a picture revealed that an animal wasn't sleeping but dead.

I raised an eyebrow as watched her mental barrier tremble. Everything she told me, she believed was the truth, but were fabricated memories spun by the barrier. It also influenced her to believe that her recent night photos of animal corpses were fueled by her journalistic need for the truth.

She had discovered that more of her pictures were dead animals and they appeared near the Cullen house. Leading her to find that the immediate area around the Cullen house was a dead zone and copses appeared outside of a five-mile radius around the house.

She then told me the secret of her thoughts becoming impure and demented when the sun goes down. The doctors diagnosed her as schizophrenic. Most of her calm demeanor came from the medication she took. I knew then that I had to speak to her night personality.

But I did manage to pierce the barrier in Angela's mind during our morning together. Angela had a plethora of perversions within her mind. She seemed to open up as she only thought of them while I explained how I committed atrocities.

Due to my intrigue and Angela's appeal towards me, we ended up missing the first and second periods. Then I decided to make Angela the target of her own camera, completely shattering any reservation that she had left. She laughed, smiled, and danced around the grove as I captured her beauty. Every insecurity she had vanished, and her thoughts screamed freedom.

But I knew she would never be free as long as the barrier in her mind kept her in check and the other half of her personality sealed.

As I saw the time, I tossed angela a thermos of herbal tea. After a few gulps, her body came alive, and her senses became sensitive. I held her from behind to keep her from falling over.

"Take a deep breath," I told her.

We relaxed together, and then I channeled my innate storm-casting ability, specific to the royal Balobedu family, to cause a light shower of rain. As the earth got drenched, I diverted the rain from touching us.

Angela hummed and reached back to caress my face. "Obediah." she sang. "I know what rain shower smells like."

The rain had caused a plant chemical to be activated and released the fresh earthy smell that many people loved during the rainy season. But to Angela, the fragrance was magnified and lit her receptors up like fireworks. The rain created a natural symphony, and the chill in the air touched her body like a lover.

I gave her some time to enjoy it before giving her a sip of tea that knocked her high out.

Angela dropped the thermos then pulled me by my cheeks into a passion oozing kiss.

"What was that?" she asked when we finally parted.

"Soul bursting tea. Just a bunch of herbs boiled down. Did you like it?"

"I loved it." She admitted.

Angela was no longer riding her high. But I could feel we had grown closer.

During our ride down the road, and she holds me from behind with a full embrace. I could feel her breast against my back and her head resting on my right shoulder. And to top it off, Angela had busy hands as she explored my chest and abdomen. It was very different from the first time she rode with me.

I was glad that my... Hail Mary, a more modern term, paid off. My straightforward approach could have ended with me compelling her to forget the entire morning. But Instead, Angela showed me pieces of her that she keeps sealed away in bottles labeled Kindness, Shyness, Polite, Purity, and Conformity.

As I hit a hundred miles per hour on the wet highway, Angela impressed me more as she had thoughts of the cold chill and not the dangers of a speeding motorcycle in the rain.

I promptly got off the highway and went back to Cullen's.

"What are we doing here?" Angela asked. She had seen the house many times during her night excursions.

"I'm staying here for now. When I start making money, I'll provide for myself in a less troublesome way." I replied as I put the cover of the Hellrazor.

Angela got kind of excited and asked, "So we aren't going to school?"

I chuckled. She was riding high on emotions, and I didn't want to waste it by fucking her for a few hours. She had proved to be more special than a momentary lay and though I could have taken her inside, I had to admit that I want her complete self and not some butchered version of her.

So, I pulled out the keys to the Gran Torino and dangled them.

"I thought the car would be more comfortable," I told her.

Angela turned around and looked at the covered classic. I then revealed the Gran Torino, and her eyes went big and bulged.

"Holy Shit..." she gasped. " I thought I was wet before. But now..."

"I got you drippin'. Yeah, I know. Get in the car, gorgeous." I cut her off.

Angela shrugged in laughter, her eyes squinted, and she was thoroughly amused by my response.

"An ancient witch who just woke up a few weeks ago. Who taught you to talk like that?" She asked.

"The internet," I replied with a wink.

Angela tried to stifle her laughs as she shook her head.

On the drive to school, Angela was warm and relaxed. I watched her sway and completely engross herself into the radio music as she sang along. If I thought God had anything to do with this blossoming hellcat, I would have thanked him.

As we pulled into the school parking lot, the engine's roar wrestled the students' attention. I then parked right next to the Cullens and blew their minds. I loved how the modern teenagers were equivalent to a toddler of the ancient eras.

The Cullens were considered untouchables at the school. They even had the entire row of parking spaces to themselves. To park next to the Cullens was to declare yourself an untouchable and step onto a level equal to the Cullens. The thought process was completely idiotic.

However, everyone that watched whispered in awe, busting at the seams to know who the ' cool guy ' was. If I wasn't searching for talent, I would have dissolved into laughter. But instead, I kept calm and stepped out of the car. I then moved to help Angela out, and we walked into the cafeteria as the spectators gawked at me and the new version of Angela.

Angela squeezed my arms as her shy 'personality' kicked in.

"Relax, you look like a million dollars, something they could never have," I told her.

Angela looked down at herself and realized that she was wearing the outfit I had brought her. She looks up and smiles at me. She then shocks the crowd again by going against her reputation as the shy, mildly reserved school photographer. She placed both hands on my cheeks and kissed me. I don't know why, but it was apparent that grabbing my face was her favorite gesture of affection.

So, in turn, I grabbed two hand fulls of her plump ass. She moans in my mouth as I message her. Though, I silence her with a kiss of my own. My tongue parts her lips then invaded without resistance.

Our tongues engaged in a rhythmic battle; as Angela became more submissive, the more robust and candied her taste became. Once we parted, I couldn't help but give her full soft lips one more lick.

"We should find a seat. You must be hungry." I say.

Angela bit down her bottom lip, her chest visibly raised and lowered as she tried to calm herself. "Starving..." she replied.

I took her impassioned state into my arms and walked to the Cullen's stable, Jessica signaled for Angela, but Angela waved her off as she stuck to me.

Once we were seated with the Cullens, one look at Jasper, and I could tell what the average reactions towards my entrance with Angela were.

"It seems this was the perfect outfit, after all." I direct my words to Alice, and she just smiles with a shrug.

"Everybody, this is Angela. Angela, you know everybody." I say. "Angela will be around a lot more often. Be nice."

"Are they?" Angela asked.

"Witches? No, but similar." I reply.

Angela smiles, and she looks the Cullens over with a more analytical eye.

Alice and Emmett were naturally open to Angela. Though Rosalie was reserved for various reasons. Jasper focused on keeping all of the emotions he felt under wraps as he fought himself from jumping Alice.

Once I looked into his mind, I realized that Jasper was picking up Angela's highly sexualized state. I snicker and decide to take Angela away to give the boy a reprieve. Luckily, the table with all of Angela's friends was just outside of Jasper's empathic receptors.

"Oh my gosh... You look so stunning today," Jessica spoke with a little jealousy.

I could tell Angela picked up on it as she leans over and clings to me. She smiles at Jessica and sings about the outfit I gave her and the morning we spent together.

Jessica wore a poorly forced smile, and Bella snickered as she was amused by the situation. Jessica thought that she knew her long-time friend the best and expected Angela to flake on me. But things turned out differently and her nature was showing.

"Hey, Bells," I call her.

She was shocked again as I called her by the nickname only her father uses.

"What's on your mind?" I ask. She was pondering a lot. It was etched into her brow.

All the while, I observed her mind to see if she had any changes. People tend to instinctively guard their minds when asked about their minds. But for someone like Bella, It will strengthen her mental shield -usually expended more energy in the process.

I gently applied pressure to see if she would have any reaction. Her mental shield trembled as I poked at it. I could see her eyes becoming distant, face becoming paler.

"Oh nothing, Just a little tired today. My focus is all over the place," Bella replied.

"How about you come over after school. My mom is off work early today." Angela offered.

"Oh my god, yes!" Jessica stepped in. "Mrs. Weber is the best. Aromatherapy and messages to die for."

"Come on. It'll be fun." Angela added.

I watched as Bella quickly glanced at the Cullen's table. She must have been thinking about Edward. A vampire and their 'singer' pairing up isn't unheard of. The 'singer' just dies before any feelings can be cultivated. This is getting interesting.

"Yeah." Bella lightly nodded her head. "Sure, it should be fun."

I pressed harder on her mind. Poking and prodding. The color drained from her face even more, and I was forced to stop. Now knowing the full extent of her shield ability, I happily left the girls to their planning.

It was amazing how often I could shake her shield, and she had yet to pick up on her ability. Amazing, yet very disappointing. Just obliviousness could lead to her death. Thankfully, only a handful of people, that I know of, could push her limits as I could.

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After School, I decided to have some fun and explore the wonders of online banking. Even in the ancient eras, we would never digitalize our money. Physical money was always the best. It can be seen, touched, protected, and moved. In civilizations where geniuses are as common as water, the internet would be the worse thing ever to build a society around.

But since the world liked to store their money on the internet, I decided to take up a new form of raiding and exploit their idiocy.

I set up a little workspace on the porch with a pitcher of blood on a warmer. I poured myself a glass and began to sack virtual villages.

I first hit a village called Bank of America. I thought it fitting to hit the bank of America. It sounded like America's poster bank. It was equivalent to sacking a monastery in Wessex.

To start, I masked my location by routing through as many servers on the planet as I could before walking into the bank's system. I learned that every cent in the bank was insured. So I held nothing back. I attacked their investment accounts first. It was all the money they borrowed from their clients to make money for themselves in stocks.

It was a pretty shady concept. I kind of liked it. The money was filtered through numerous accounts, breaking it into smaller portions the more it was filtered. Finally, I placed the cash into a shelf corporation named Balobedu Corporation, along with thirteen other subsidiaries. All the transactions came from legit companies in small increments to stay unnoticeable.

Honestly, it was all too easy. Cybersecurity was like soggy paper when I touched the keyboard. Over the course of an hour, the world went crazy as my hacker tag, StormCazter, was released to the public for the infamous theft.

Of course, I'm the one that leaked the information to all the major news outlets. I had cleaned Bank Of America's treasury with the exception of the clients' accounts. In a state of crisis, the bank had the power to strip all of their clients' money. That's what I wanted to happen. Once it did, the Bank was done for, making way for my future endeavors.

When I was finished with my fun. I opened multiple swiss accounts for my businesses. As long as they never found out about my raiding, my assets were protected.

Now that I had money of my own, I had to take care of a few things.

New plates for my rides, the Gran Torino had to be painted, new VIN numbers, registrations, a license to be on the road. After I built a solid background for myself. I purchased a nice house on a plot of land just outside of Forks. It was a good thing I didn't need sleep.

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The next day I decided to skip school. Carlisle had told me that Leonardo ran off to Egypt for some odd reason he refused to share.

Anyway, I was heading to Seattle to scout some talent. I figured with witches and the potential that Forks was showing. I could develop weapons in Forks while collecting seasoned vampires from nearby towns and cities. The biggest perk of Seattle was the companies I could check out and pitch a few ideas to build up the reputation for the Balobedu Corporation. I could then take over small and dying companies to merge with my many subsidiaries. Slowly building a legit conglomerate.

The Kingdom of Balobedu will then be reborn in a brand new form.