The drums, the flutes, the pounding of feet to the music, they were all foreign sounds to Aro, leader of the Volturi. He stared at the scene below him careful to keep his head clear of any thought. No musings, considerations, ideas, plots, commentary, only pure observation was allowed. His main goal? Avoid the attention of the Olympic Coven's mind-reader. He knew he had to keep his head empty and, as long as, he maintained this state of mind he hoped Edward Cullen would not pick up on his presence.
He had arrived spontaneously and believed he was successful thwarting the Olympic Coven's finest jewel, the vampire who could see the future, the greatest desire of his frozen heart, Alice. But it was not the time for thoughts pertaining Alice.
The scene which had unfolded before him was so incredible that, any typical vampire passerby would have taken it for a vision or dubbed themselves insane and fled.
The large fire in the center of the clearing spit black smoke into the air and, though he stood a ways away, Aro's vampire senses could feel the slight touch of heat which the fire produced. It illuminated the bodies which danced around it.
The bodies were of all shapes and sizes and belonged to an array of different beings. There were the lean, fit, pale bodies of the vampires always in perfect harmony with each other and the music, the muscular, bronzed bodies of the shape-shifters and the clumsy, impulsive bodies of the humans. They danced together. Vampires with vampires, but also with wolves and humans.
Of course, only the Cullens could be at the center of such an epidemic. But it wasn't only the Cullens, there were friends of the Cullens, as well, which disturbed Aro to the point that he felt a strange chill climb up his back. He began to count, but buried the line of thought quickly. He turned away and ran from the celebration.
One year ago, many of the same vampires and wolves had come between Aro and his desires. The memory, still fresh in his ancient mind, set him aflame with, yes, jealousy. He, Aro, and the Volturi, would get everything they wanted, everything the Cullens withheld from them. They would become, again, indisputably, the most powerful group of supernatural beings on the Earth. In good time it would come to pass as he saw it.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine it all belongs to Stephanie Meyer! This is my first time publishing a fanfic I hope y'all enjoy! Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcome thank you!