AN: I do NOT own Twilight or any of its characters; no copyright intended. Twilight and its characters belongs to Stephenie Meyer, my characters belong to me. I wanted to explore my writing types and categories, hopefully you all enjoy! I know this whole "Three King's mate" thing has been done many times before, but I wanted to give it a shot! I like the idea of a main character who is smart and not a teenager... I got some of my inspiration off of some characters from the TV series Bones (which I do not own either)...for some reason the idea of a stupidly smart character makes me laugh. Enjoy~

I picked up the femur from the metal examination table. Ever so gently, I let my fingers ran over the bone, tilting it ever so slightly in the light and made a sound of revelation.

I quickly pulled the femur under the magnification camera and nodded my head in confirmation.

My gloved finger probed and traced over the small but sharp laceration in the anterior aspect of the bone. My eyes narrow and I push my glasses further up the bridge of my nose to get a closer look of my findings. It was a blade that looked to have struck the bone at one point in time.

"What have you found, Dr. Abernathy? Judging by the amount of those infernal sounds that have been coming from you in the past few minutes, I take it you found something?" Amethyst colored eyes quickly glanced up to the elderly man across from her and she smiled sheepishly.

"Pardon me, Dr. Harford. I found something that may interest you. I believe I found the cause of death." I watched behind my glasses as the elderly man walked across the morgue. I could tell by the glint in his ice blue eyes that my words sparked interest.

"What would that be?" I tilted the femur back under the magnification light and traced the gouge along the aspect of the long bone. The bones were a bright shade of egg white… these bones were recent no doubt.

"The upper aspect of the femur has a deep laceration from what I can assume a switch blade, Morri from lab analysis did say that she found some particulates of a metal alloy in the incision of the bone earlier. Whoever killed Mr. Swardson was very aggressive and twisted the blade in an upward fashion causing parts of the blade to get stuck in the bone as they tried to take it out. These small hairline fractures along the femur and the patella are congruent to the attacker being in the five foot nine to six foot region as Swardson was quite large for his size...the attacker would be smaller but quicker and more agile to lay such an extensive wound on him, he would have to be very strong if they struck bone like this, I suggest the attacker is male and in his late twenties to early thirties." I made a motion with my hands as if stabbing from under and into the femur in my hand.

"The fracture is in the perfect place where the femoral artery would lay… he exsanguinated (bled out) in mere minutes no doubt from the severing of the artery, but he tried to defend himself to the very last breath as he kicked and tried to use his knee to jab the attacker away from his person." I take a small breath and study the coroner across from me as I hand him the bone.

The elderly doctor made another sound and nodded as he looked over the remains. His light blue eyes glanced back up to me and I smiled as he took off his gloves.

"Mediocre at best, my dear girl. You used to find COD (cause of death) quicker than most, are you perhaps tired today and it is affecting your work? Nonetheless, I will inform S.P.D. (Seattle Police Department) of the suspect's profile." I feel my smile fall a little at his insult but say nothing as I take off my lab coat and disposed of my latex gloves. The good doctor took off his own and folded up his jacket.

"Sir! Dr. Harford? May I ask you a question?" Dr. Harford stopped his movements and boredly glanced at me.

"Sir, I can help with this case. Please, let me continue with the remains and I may be able to find some more substantial pro-" I was interrupted as he shook his head.

"Now, Dr. Abernathy. You know I can't do that. Your job is to find the death and any possible signs of foul play that I have not found in the flesh. I cannot condone any other interference, the S.P.D. would have my head. Our jobs are done, now we leave it to the police. Besides, you and I will be busy for the next couple of months, remember?" I bite my lip and felt disappointment run through me.

They never let me help in the crime scenes besides the identification and cause and time of death. I sigh.

"I understand, Doctor." I nod and pull off a tight smile.

It can be frustrating sometimes being in forensics, especially working under managing higher ups. Harford ruled the lab that I worked in. I felt a large hand gently pat my shoulder.

I glance back and see Harford smile a little tersely at me, "You are a good doctor, Avalon. I understand it can be frustrating but we have our jobs as they have theirs. You need to understand this, my dear?" I nod.

I watch as he grabs his walking cane then pulls on his hat and warm tweed jacket; ready to leave. I smiled wider, he always looked dapper for his age and tried to impress with old school style.

"Dr. Abernathy. Here, take these to that strange friend of yours and give him the report so that this case can be done with already." I grabbed the case folder with the Seattle Police Department symbol on it and shake my head at the elderly man. I grinned and nodded my head.

"Thank you, Dr. Harford. I will make sure of it and for the thirtieth time, his name is Leon." I laughed as Harford shook his head and grumbled.

"That boy is a nuisance that is what he is."

Dr. William Harford was a very interesting Englishman, though his ethics and terminology made him unique in ways that I have never seen before, he was very intelligent man that I worked with since the day I got out of my doctorial year of college a few years ago. He was a large man, not in height, but he was a larger round man in his late sixties with a bald head, light blue eyes, and a smirk and eloquent accent that seemed to really charm the elderly secretary at the S.P.D. which always made me laugh. He can have some sexist-misogynist tendencies but I like to think it is because he grew up in a time where women were not in his field.

Unfortunately for me, he knows that he can get away with treating me like second best because I am his underling of nearly fifty years of experience ahead of me and I'm his assistant coroner. It still upsets me, but I have to endure.

I take my glasses off and snap the light switch off for the day. We both left the coroner's office. I waved goodbye to the good doctor and walked to my car; my sweet black Charger Dodge Mustang.

I sigh and lean back in my seat. Enjoying the warm air that began to flow through the car's heater from the cold Seattle weather. It was once again heavily overcast with a chilling wind.

The deep silver and streaking dark greys across the sky were depressing to most but I enjoyed the cold in some ways having been born and raised in Illinois where the winters were a lot colder and harsher.

The rain on the other hand… that was definitely something to get used to.

The drive across Seattle was calming and quiet. I hummed to myself and parked quickly in the visitors parking section.

I quickly put the folder in my jacket and ran inside. Lord knows that Leon would have a cow if I got the documents wet.

I sighed happily and walked up to the front desk at the lovely woman in front of me.

"Good afternoon, dear. I take it you are here to see Leon?"

"Good afternoon to you too, Denise. And yes. I have the results of the Swardson case." I smile as she hands me the visitor's badge.

"Have fun dear. Maybe talk some sense into that boy while you're at it." I can't help but laugh and made my way through the maze like building of desks, offices, and halls.

I stop and grin widely as I spot the head of blue black hair and the relaxed figure of Leon. I quietly walk up behind him and let the file fall from my hands and onto the desk.

SLAM!

"HOLY SHI-!" I bite the bottom of my lip as I watch the man scramble back and promptly fall out of his chair as it tilted back onto the floor.

"Slacking again? How have you not been fired?" I raise my brow at him and watch him scramble to get back into his chair. His dark brown eyes glared up at me and I kept my smile at large.

"You are real proud of yourself, aren't you? And for your information, I happen to be one of the best detectives here!" I sit on his desk and gently pat the case file.

"Mhmm, I'm sure." He gives me a hurt expression and I smile ever so slyly. "I came to give you the results of the Swardson case. COD is exsanguination." I lean back onto his cubicle wall.

"Let's see what'cha got for me today!" Leon opens the file and scrunches his brows together. He tiled his head and rubbed his stubble covered jaw.

"Yeesh. Whoever did this, really didn't like the guy." I shrug and sigh.

"Possibly, it can be accidental or a case of self-defense. Maybe the victim was the attacker first. There are signs of fractures on the phalanges and metacarpals, he had been exchanging so much force with someone that he impacted the flesh so deep it altered the surface of the bones… there are signs of brief remodeling so he didn't die immediately after his encounter." Leon sighed and leaned back, giving me a look of exasperation.

"English, Bones." I laugh. That is the last time I told him my favorite character and crush from Star Trek.

"He had previously been in a fight and his knuckles were trying to heal the damaged fractures that he had inflicted before death." A look of revelation came over the man's face.

"I think I know who did it." I raise my brow.

"Hm?" Leon stood and pointed to the white board of pictures of the crime scene, victim, possible murderers, and time and dates.

I watched him grab a picture of a man with deep blonde hair and dark eyes.

"Him. Orland Devens. He was at the crime scene looking like the living shit was beat out of him, claiming it was a bar fight… he was the only one that had a blade confiscated from him on sight. I will send a car down to his place to arrest him." I nod and glance to his desk, grabbing the framed picture of three people.

Me, Leon, and his blue eyed beauty of a husband, Mathias.

"So, how's Mathias, Leon?" I ask with a gentle smile as Leon blushed furiously and coughs.

"He's good. He is returning from New York in a week." I smile a little sadly at the picture. I wished I could be that in love with someone like Leon and Mathias were with each other.

I had never felt an attraction to anyone I ever met, so it was a little disheartening.

I put the frame back on his desk and stretch. Leon phones the supervisor and grabs his coat, walking out of the building.

"Well, since this case is over… you want to head to the bar? God knows I could really use a drink after this damn case." I shake my head tiredly.

"No thank you. I want to head home and finish packing for my trip." Leon held a devilish grin on his lips as he sat walked next to me.

"The trip to Italy… sounds like a damn dream." I grin and unlocked my car.

"I'm going there with Dr. Harford, remember? It is more like a nightmare… anyways, there were strange remains that his colleague had found near some city that piqued his interest and seemed very intriguing to study; and he needed an assistant. I am going there for work purposes… hopefully I can still explore on my free time." I grin with a dreamy look on my face then start up the car.

"Italy though? Man, I am jealous. Get me a good bottle of wine while you're there. If I can't get drunk in Italy then I need Italy to get me drunk." I laugh loudly at his response.

I ruffle his messy raven colored hair and drop him off at the local bar.

"Hey!" I yell out at him as he is about to enter.

"Be careful! Leon, I mean it. Just be careful, please!" His eyes soften and he laughs.

"Got it, Bones!" I sigh as he disappears.

I worryingly bite the corner of my lip and roll the window up, heading out of the rainy city. The reports of the mass amounts of missing people that had happened a few years ago still made me worry for his safety; the pandemic could happen again for all we know. Leon had been my friend since college and the thought of having to find him dead or missing made my chest hurt, I would have to be the one who would have to tell his husband, Mathias, the bad news…

I shook my head to get the image out of my head and pulled into my apartment complex. I unlocked my door and stepped inside.

My apartment was small and cozy. It was decorated with warm cream, gold, and emerald decor. I snapped the light on and sighed, exhausted from the days of little to no sleep.

Walking into the bathroom, I ruffled my short wavy mess of hair. I took out the small barrette that held my bangs out of my face and gently touched my cheeks.

The freckles and dark circles under my eyes stood out more as inspected my pale skin. I felt my brows furrow as I studied my mauve colored eyes.

I already knew they were unique, no one was supposed to have purple eyes but here I stood.

I stripped out of my work blouse and pants. The hot shower calmed my aching muscles. The warn water caressed down my back and shoulders and I glanced down.

The small circular scars on each side of my set wide hips felt smooth under my fingertips. I closed my eyes and felt tears rise.

'Don't think about it, Avalon.'

A heavy breath later and a quick shake of my head, I grabbed my shampoo and washed my mid-shoulder length hair; enjoying the feeling of the chocolate colored waves sticking and caressing my face, neck, and shoulders.

The delicious scent of Peach Nectar and Vanilla Bean wafted around me in the steamy room. I sighed happily at the peace the scent brought me. With a nice shower and a warm meal of homemade Alfredo chicken and a warm cup of black tea, I sat on my bed trying to finish packing my clothes for the upcoming trip to Italy.

I couldn't help but stop mid-way and get lost in my own thoughts… such a strange place to go for this journey. But I wasn't one to complain. I have always wanted to see Europe, and the thought of seeing the beautiful countryside, cuisine and culture, ancient cities, and their architecture made me giddy.

I was so happy that Harford asked me to accompany him. I would gladly assist the good doctor and his colleague with this mysterious remains found in the west of Tuscany in a region I had never really had the chance to hear about when I studied world history and geography in college. I may even return for my vacation after the trip just to relax after; I have heard Italy is extremely beautiful and cultured, an anthropologist's dream.

'Hmm…'

The rest of the packing went along quickly as I finally sealed my suitcase. I sighed happily and went to the kitchen and something caught my eye.

I turned and frowned a little.

My poor little plant was dying, the lily's once beautiful sun colored petals were wilted and brown, the stem sagged, and in general my house plant was good as done.

I sighed a little, I really need to learn to pay attention. Grabbing the pot, I gently poured water in the dark soil and caressed my fingers over the fragile petals.

"Come on, little one. Don't go now, you still have some life in you~" I smiled widely as the lily's petals quickly bled into a bright gold color again and the life seemed to pour back into it, the stem rose and the petals flew out into a majestic stance of a newly born flower.

"There we go. Told you that you had it," I said to myself and put the pot near the window waiting for the next day, hoping there would be some sun for my plant to get some light.

With the silence completely taking over my apartment again, I stared at my hands in thought. I was the only one who knew of what I could do. I never understood what the extant of my "gift" could do, but I understood well enough that it seemed to reverse the effects of death or damage. This gift could have come in handy when… no, don't go there. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of it hurting someone. Luckily, I only have ever seen it heal things like plants and small cuts on my skin but never hurt anyone or myself. I don't know where I could have gotten it from but it became prominent when I had just became a teen all those years ago.

I was lucky that my job required me to wear gloves at all times; I figured so far that touch is the only way for my "superpower" to really effect anything, whether it be good or bad.

With a small yawn and stretch, I walked back into my room and laid down for the night. Sleep came easy but it was always the dreams that woke me in pure fright. Ever since I hit twenty, they came to me; haunting me for nearly five years. Recently though, I have been having the same reoccurring dream in comparison to the others.

My chest felt heavy and I could feel my breath grow in rhythm and deepness. Sweat gathered on my brow as the images began to flash in my head; they had been overtaking every oncoming dream I had more and more.

It was always of three tall men sitting in these large ebony and gold throne like chairs in an elegant marble room. Two of the men had dark hair, one had long brunette hair with a bored and saddened aura and the other had long raven colored lock that laid on the top of his chest with a constant smile and gleam in his eye, the last held an ever present furious aura and had a head of white blonde hair.

They were all unique but I could never picture their faces just some simple characteristics and feelings of how their personalities were judged on… what they did in my dreams.

One thing that was a constant… the blood red eyes that flashed in my head, though they were filmed over and appeared to be a deep pink in in the darkness, they were no doubt the color of fresh spilled blood and they always stared at me. Not with hate but with hunger. I have never felt the emotion that seemed to come with those eyes, so it always took me by surprise and fright.

Now I may not be a medical doctor, but red eyes were not a normal thing in the world… so imagine how I feel when I keep dreaming of these men with the cold skin, red eyes, and the constant flashes of a lettered symbol.

I could never really see it fully but it was always present with these men, around their necks. I grew frustrated that I could never see it but I knew it held importance. It was some type of letter, possibly.

My dreams on a general basis were usually the same. Almost the same.

*With Avalon's Dream*

I could see the men sitting in their thrones as my dream always depicted them to be. The middle man folded his long, elegant fingers together and rested them under his chin; a smile ever so present. But it wasn't one for a present conversation, it held hidden malice and mischief. Almost sadistic.

Another flash came and the men flew from their thrones and screams echoed throughout the room and hallways. Bodies fell to the floor as they and some others in black coats and uniforms dropped them with a sigh of contempt. The bodies were of people I had never met or heard of but their necks were torn open but no blood came out.

All of them were dead.

My brows scrunched in confusion. Now, don't get me wrong. What I was dreaming about was horrendously wrong but I was surrounded by death all the time in real life, comes with the job. But I didn't feel any different when I know I should have felt horrified at the vagrant disregard for human life.

I frowned when I noticed this time, they didn't sit. They kept standing and looked up. I gasped when I noticed they were looking at me. I glanced around the room and found the others in the black uniforms were standing behind me, blocking the humongous double doors.

I looked back and tripped onto my ass. They were suddenly in my face, their eyes ever present but completely black, the color of void.

"Come to me, come to us."

My eyes widened as I heard the deceptively deep voice of the raven haired man. It was that of warm honey caressing all over my skin. His smile grew and I screamed when they lunged at me.

*End of Avalon's Dream*

I sprung up from my bed, screaming and shaking. I hugged myself, trying to stop the quaking of my limps. Sweat made my hair cling to my face and my breath was heavy. Tears rose in my eyes.

This was new. Never before have I heard any of them talk.

AN: Welp! That's the end of that intro chapter! Let me know how you all are liking where I am going with this! Tata!