Aro is Bella's grandfather. The Volturi leaders are gone, with only a weak Aro left as a reminder. New leaders are needed to fill the Volturi shoes before word spreads and chaos reaches everywhere. Will the vampire world follow another vampire so readily? SEQUEL TO "SLOW DANCING IN A BURNING ROOM."
Where It Was Dark
Everything we have worked centuries to attain; power, wealth, authority and respect, were all coming to an end, crumbling around us. Rebellious vampires managed to get the upper hand on us. How easily they were able to overtake the Volturi was disgusting. They had abilities that I had never seen and an army that must have taken decades to mold. It was baffling how our tracker failed to see this.
Looking back on what had been my dear home for all my existence, I see the hungry flames eagerly licking the stone and brick blocks. I was the only surviving members of my family. Closing my eyes I try to block out the memory of Marcus and Caius's screams as they were burned and tortured. Even in their pain, they screamed for me to run. Running like a coward was the last thing I desired to do but not even I was a match to fend off twenty to thirty vengeful vampires.
So here I stood barely in the shade that the bushes offered. They had kept me locked in that castle for days, my eyes were black with starvation and I had suffered a stab wound that wasn't healing as quickly as it should. But I am alive and that is more then my poor brothers can claim.
The sun is still too high in the sky for any movement now. So I allow my now frail body to crash against the soil. My options are pretty dim and I know I only have one salvation left. My dear granddaughter whom I have failingly fought to keep away from this life, from this one way ticket to hell. So as soon as the night sky makes it's appearance, I'll be on my way to Forks, Washington desperately hoping that they somehow still reside there after all these years.
I hear a shrill victorious cry nearing me, depriving me of much needed rest. Crawling to my feet, I push myself forward with renewed tenacity. Running well below par, I find a small farm. Careful to not bring any warranted attention to myself I break into the stables and push past my distaste and tear into one of the poor horse's tough neck. Putting an end to the horse, I leave as quickly as I came, taking a moment to stretch with a new vigor almost fully revitalized.