The Twilight Saga

The Denali Sisters' story by myself and mareesa cullen


This idea stemmed from my entry into Nina Rose's 3rd writing challenge; Three Coins in a Fountain. It was a one-shot about the Denali sisters - I was inspired to write a whole story. I also loved mareesa cullen's entry (Haunted), but I was left waiting for more; the confessions, the trial etc. but now she's co-writing this story so hopefully we will get Irina's haunted feeling…of course that comes later.

Mareesa and I hope you enjoy this story and this chance to learn the Denalis' story as interpreted by us. 

(banner by Emma C for my one-shot - thanks Emma!)


 (banner by Robsessed Mieke ~ soz if i spelt it wrong ~ THANKS!!)


Discussion: Prologue

Pg 1: Chap 1

Pg 2: Chaps 2, 3

Pg 3: Chap 4

Pg 4: -



It was a moonlit night, and the air in the mountains of Switzerland was cold. We ignored it; we were about to go for a hunt: all four of us were ravished, and we couldn't feel the cold anyway. What we could feel - what I will never forget - was the chill in my mother's voice as she stopped suddenly, only a few paces outside the door.

"Girls, get back inside," she ordered in a whisper. I looked to my younger sisters and, shocked, we all obeyed. Scrambling for positions at the living room window, kneeling so we were hidden from whatever threat was coming, we watched three tall figures approach our mother.

The middle one lowered the cowl of his cloak. At the window, all three of us stopped breathing.

"Caius," Kate whispered in horror, her eyes wide.

"Why are they here?" Irina wondered. Her eyes were narrowed into a glare.

"Girls, why don't you come and join us," Aro beckoned from outside. I leapt to my feet, but remained in a cautious crouch. The three elders watched us; Aro seemed the only one interested.

"Tanya, you look as lovely as ever," he said, his mouth stretching into a smile. I straightened slightly and crept to the doorway.

"Why are you here?" I demanded, my voice rasping as I tried to keep it under control.

"Your mother has a few things to answer to," Marcus answered hoarsely, sweeping his arm with its draping black sleeve so he was pointing at Mother. I raised my lips in a snarl.

"Like what?" Irina demanded, behind me now.

"Well, don't you know?" Caius asked. Mother's face was gaunt.

"No, no, please…" she begged, scrambling between him and us. "They know nothing of this. It was my doing entirely."

"Mother?" Kate wondered. None of us stepped over the threshold. I glanced over my shoulder, and Irina silently implored me to do something, but in all honesty I couldn't think of anything. This entire scene was too impossible to believe.

The elders were no longer paying attention to us: they left us in the doorway and continued discussing the fate of our mother amongst themselves.

"Is it true that you created an Immortal Child?" Caius snarled at last, wheeling around to face Mother.

"What?!" Irina gasped, stepping forward. I held my arm out, instinctively stopping her interference.

"It's folly," I told her. "Mother would never do that." But one look at my mother's face told me I was wrong.

"I'm sorry girls," she said, glancing at us with a desperate need to be forgiven. "It's true, I did. " She sniffed and then drew herself up. "This was my mistake, and I take full responsibility for it. Please, Aro, have mercy…the girls were not involved. I beg of you, let them go."

Marcus and Caius glanced towards their unspoken leader: Marcus rather blankly and Caius with an indignant sneer on his face.

"You're just going to let them go?" he whispered demandingly.

"No, dear brother, I cannot do that," Aro murmured back. His eyes scanned the scene, finally coming to rest on my face. He glanced at Kate and Irina, and then back to me.

"Girls, will you come forward?" he invited. His outstretched hand was inviting, but his smile sent a shiver down my spine.
"W-What's going to happen to Mother?" I choked. Pathetic - I sounded like a child.

"Come, Tanya," Mother whispered sadly. "You cannot help me now, dear girl, I have made a serious mistake and I accept the consequences. Show Aro that you were not involved, and he will let you go."

I stared at Aro's hand, and stepped over the threshold. He nodded encouragingly and waited as I haltingly made my way towards him. I took his hand, and he suddenly squeezed it very tightly.

"Hm…"Aro murmured to himself. "Your mother seems to be telling the truth. For you, at least."

"Kate, Irina, come down please." Mother waved her hand, and Kate and Irina joined us. Aro held each of their hands for a few seconds, and then he and his brothers - or so he called them - retreated a few steps to discuss in private.

"What's its name?" I demanded of my mother. Rage and sadness were making my voice bitterer than I intended; part of me still refused to believe Mother could commit such an atrocity, and the other part couldn't believe she'd added a member to the family without telling any of us.

"Her name is Sasha," Mother replied wistfully, her eyes glowing with admiration. "You would have loved to meet her…she's gone now too, I'm afraid."

"How could you do this?" Irina asked desperately.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Kate choked.

"Hush, girls, I'm afraid our time has run out." Mother's voice held no fear; only determination and acceptance. I bowed my head.

"You are all beautiful girls. I love you all," Mother continued. "Try and uphold our pledge against murder; make good citizens of yourselves. I'm sorry my selfishness led to this: always remember it was not your fault."

She hugged each of us, one by one, and when she got to me, whispered:

"Take care of your sisters."

I promised I would.

With that, my mother strode towards the Volturi elders with her head held high.

"Vasilii my dear, I'm afraid you've overstepped the line rather seriously," Aro said. "But I understand your daughters were not involved, and they are to be left alone." He glanced around us at the trees; I could see more cloaked figures waiting in the darkness.

"Thank you," Mother whispered.

"The child, Sasha, has already been dealt with. As damage was minimal and - once we tracked you down - you cooperated well, a quick death will be granted."

"Thank you," Mother whispered again.

I lifted my head and watched - it was so surreal! - as Caius pulled out a small silver gadget. Flames spewed from one end, devouring Mother, and in seconds she was gone. Caius stepped away from the burning rubble, but I couldn't take my eyes off it even as the elders continued to speak.

"We are sorry innocents suffered this day," Marcus groaned. "But our business is not always a happy one."

"Yes, indeed, it is unfortunate," Aro murmured sympathetically. "I am sorry-"

A vicious snarl ripped out of Irina's chest, cutting off the ancient.

"You're sorry?!" she roared, charging towards him.

"Stop her!" Aro snapped. Instantly, two figures from the forest appeared at his side.

"No!" Kate gasped, grabbing Irina.

Irina's eyes rolled back in her head. Her body shuddered and then her knees gave out, sending her crashing to the floor. Kate wailed and fell to her knees by Irina's side. Caius snarled. Aro burst into applause.

"What an amazing ability!" he cried.

"Get out of here." My voice was flat and low. I glared at Aro, and his smile faded.

"Perhaps that would be for the best," he decided with a nod. "Come, brothers, we have caused these three enough trouble for one night."

The Volturi seemed to fade away. When all traces had disappeared, I turned my attention back to my sisters.

"Irina!" Kate wailed.

"What did you do?" I tried to be controlled - and failed.

"I-I- I don't know!" Kate stammered. "I just knew I had to stop her…this seemed the fastest way! I didn't know what would happen…not that she would be down for this long…Oh, Irina, I'm sorry!"
Beside us, there was a groan.

"Oh, Kate," Irina moaned drowsily, rolling over so she could sit herself up. "Ever do that to me again and I swear I'll…well I'm not sure yet, but it'll hurt!"

"You're okay!" Kate cheered, throwing her arms around Irina. Her cheer became a choked sob as this action drew her eyes to the smoldering remains of our mother. Irina shifted around and so did I, watching the smoke rise into the night.

As clouds hid the moon's light, I huddled closer to my sisters. I had never realised just how huge and daunting the darkness was.

"We're alone now," Irina whispered. "Completely alone. What are we going to do?"

"We have each other," I corrected her gently. "That has to be enough."

It just has to be.

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i love it plz write more soon!!!!!
L-O-V-E it!!!!
Looove it and omg Maressa why didnt you tell me you posted your entry
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Please write more soon!!
I can't wait!! :)
omg i luv this! it sounds brilliant!
well i was just going on info from the book and it doesnt specify :) thanx for pointing that out but we'll continue with this ok?
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aww poor Irina! great work mareesa
Love it!
Great chapter.
Please write more soon! :)
Chapter Two:

Kate POV:
The next time I set eyes on any of those Volturi swine, I swear I'll shock him 'til the entire guard feels it. I don't care what they'll do to me, I just want revenge. It's a fire that burns even stronger than physical desires, even bloodlust. Tanya is constantly worried and Irina is lifeless, and it's been like this for nearly six months now. How even the Volturi could leave us like this - how our mother could do this! - was beyond me. But it hurt. The pain never went away, no matter what we did. For six months after our mother's death, we hid during the day, hunted at night and tried to make it back to Russia. It was not easy, though, with the conditions we had been left in.
"What's the point?" Irina moaned hopelessly, letting a deer kick her aside before it sprinted into the undergrowth. "I can't do this without Mother, and I don't want to. Can't we just live like regular vampires? We're alone as it is; we shouldn't make ourselves outcasts."
"Irina, don't say that!" Tanya begged, looking up from her feed. It squealed in panic, and she snapped its neck to silence it. "We have to try and be good, remember? We promised Mother."
"Yeah, and she promised she'd never lie to us," I muttered. I stared at the deer that lay on the ground in front of me; neck broken, blood drained.
"Well once we get back to Russia, we'll sort our lives out. Mother must have had friends, right?" Tanya reasoned.
"Yeah. Friends she hid from us as well as the kid. Tanya, look: obviously she didn't trust us as much as you think she did."
"She was doing it for our own safety!" Tanya cried. "The Volturi would have killed us too, if we had known!"
I opened my mouth to retort, but I couldn't find the words. Why hadn't I seen this before?
"Don't fight," Irina murmured, panicking. She really was a wreck.
"Sorry," Tanya and I said at once. We both looked down: we were only making this worse.
"You're right," I admitted. "Mother was just trying to protect us."
"You're right too," Tanya said. "Maybe we shouldn't go back to Russia. There are too many things shrouded in mystery. Perhaps England would be better, for a little while. We can find our feet there."
"Yes, I agree," Irina murmured. It was the most solid thing she had said in a while. "We should go. Never been to England before. A fresh start will be good." Nodding to herself, Irina led the way into the forest, back the direction we had come. Tanya sighed and nodded slowly as she turned to follow Irina, and I followed the two of them with the very slightest of smiles on my face. Hopefully this choice meant a better future for all three of us. A new start: it was just what we needed...but would it work?

* * * * *

Slowly, for we had the time to waste, the three of us moved across Europe towards the coast of France, where we would swim across to England. We spent a few weeks here and there, two months in the Black Forest, and by the first anniversary of our mother's murder, we were making our way through a small port town on the Western coast of France. Our aim was clearer now; we could at last begin to overcome the trauma of our mother's death.
Upon reaching England, we found an abandoned mansion a few miles outside of Salisbury; it was supposedly haunted. Perfect for us: stationary and avoided by humans. It felt good to have a sense of 'home' again, flawed though it was. Over the past year we had lived a disjointed, nomadic life. Now we finally had a chance to build a new life. I promised myself I would not let that opportunity pass.
Irina became increasingly more focused, setting about things like dusting and darning to make our new home more comfortable. Tanya seemed much more relaxed: now that we were physically settled, she was becoming more mentally settled. As for myself, the desire for revenge did not fade, but I found I could put it away and focus on other things. I was glad of it too; I didn't get thirsty anywhere near as often now that I was not angry all the time.

Another year passed, and we built a small grave out the back of the house for Mother. We would have to destroy it before we moved on, of course, but it made us feel even more like we belonged here. It was a quiet spot, peaceful, and it could be counted on that no interruptions would come to one at the sacred site. As the dust of the last year settled around us, no longer clouding our vision, it was good to have somewhere to go to sort out my thoughts. I knew Irina and Tanya felt this way too; finding strength again was difficult, confusing and unpredictable.
Our mother's idealistic diet of only animal blood held up values that she firmly believed in. We had been brought up following it. That past year had been the most difficult - at times we had all wanted to just throw the towel in and join the crowd - but as our tumultuous emotions faded it became easier to find the will to resist human blood.
Appearance was another thing our mother had trained into us, though not as significantly as the diet. We had let ourselves become rather uncouth in that year of utter despair - not that we had all too much of a choice, as we had neither grooming equipment nor money - but as time went on we started grooming ourselves again. We washed our bodies and our hair in a deep, crystal-clear lake, and washed and repaired all our clothes so that they looked almost new. We even made perfume from the flowers that grew nearby. It felt good to be beautiful again; it was a reminder that we had not been defeated. Our mother's death had not destroyed us.
We had always prided ourselves on being strong, a virtue our mother encouraged. She wished all women could be as independent as we: when we used to go into town together, she would roll her eyes and say "Look at these girls, they have no brains at all. It's the blind leading the blind!" She insisted that the women of the day were far too weak and that men - while useful for physical pleasure, if the right care was taken - could not be trusted. I believed her. The human women I had met were nothing but delicate, poised flowers who climbed society's ladder on the arms of their men. The men I had met, however, were few and far between. Memories of my father were dim, but clearly he had abandoned us, or else he would be one of us. As for the physical pleasure...well I didn't entirely trust myself with that sort of intimacy just yet, but I'm sure Mother spoke the truth on that point too. Many I had noticed in passing seemed highly attractive. If it weren't for the added difficulty of my somewhat dangerous ability, I might well have found the confidence by now. Meanwhile I set about trying to control the sporadic electric shocks I seemed to be able to produce.

"Tanya, will you help me?" I asked one day. She groaned, exaggerating her weariness, but stood up.
"What do you want to try this time?" she asked holding both arms out in front of herself, perpendicular to her body. I had tried many such experiments on both my sisters. I was getting quite good at managing my skills.
"I want to see if I can increase and decrease the flow in the same shock." Tanya whined, but didn't withdraw her arms. Instead, she shut her eyes and waited.
I put my hand on her wrist and focused on calling up the power. Just a little, until Tanya trembled. I increased it a little more: she had to grit her teeth against it. Just a little more, and she finally cried out. I quickly lowered the flow until it was nothing, and removed my hand from her arm. She opened her eyes one by one and turned her head towards me.
"It worked," she murmured, amazed. "I'm very proud of you." I could see she meant it. From her observatory position on the corner of the coffee table, Irina applauded.
"Well done!" she cheered. "Although, I'm glad I wasn't the subject of that experiment." She grinned at Tanya, who frowned.
"Sorry," I apologised, trying to look humbled despite my broad grin as I passed my sister a hairbrush.
"Of course you are," Tanya murmured, taking the brush. For a moment she managed to hide her smile, but it emerged again and sent all three of us into hysterics. It was the first time we had laughed like that in a long time. It was so liberating!


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