Author's Note: Hey, people who are reading my story. This story takes place in the time of Marcus and Didyme. For those of you who have no clue who Didyme is, check out Stephanie Meyer's website, Breaking Dawn FAQ. For the rest of you, read onward! Read and Review!!! The only reason I'm doing this is because I want to have enough stories to beta on this account. So I'm not so emotionally attached to this one, bash it all you like.

*********************************************************************

~Prologue~

It was such a pity. I had hoped that perhaps, my sister would retain an expedient ability. One that could be turned to my

advantage. Nothing greater than my own, of course. But this was slightly disappointing. With time, it could have been turned into a

tool similar to Chelsea's. Poor Marcus. My sister will not be stealing my advisor, my fellow ruler in the greatest empire ever to be

commanded over vampires. They will not frolic away when the grasp of power is nearly completely at hand. I'm afraid one of them

will have to die. I've attempted to use Chelsea's gift, and useful though it is, it seemed not powerful enough to separate them.

Once one dies she can bind either one to me, and that problem will quickly be resolved. Both are gifted. Both gifts have great

potential. Didyme, my capricious sweet sister, can be disposed of easiest. But afterword, once she is dead, Marcus will be hard to

control. Would it not be worth the extra effort to dispose of Marcus and leave behind the most manageable? Then again, the guard

might be unsettled were it to remain only Caius, who is fond of finding and destroying the weak links in the transitory guard, and

me, who does nothing to stop him. Only Marcus, time after time, has intervened. He helps maintain loyalty. His gift is less risky. But

is his soft-hearted demeanor a limitation of itself? Would it not be better to dispose of it now, and leave the true commanders at

the helm? My sister's judgment has never been required, and I don't know how she would fare in taking his place. Yet, old-

fashioned though it may seem, a deep rooted part of me protests, however faintly, at sharing the power with an untested woman.

Which will go? Will it be my sister, sweet though she is, or Marcus? I dedicated myself totally to the Volturi, centuries ago. They will

not stand in my way, I am sure of it. Neither left alone is a threat, only together. So if separating them fails, and they truly intend

to leave, one must die. I suppose it will be my sister. Marcus is much more useful. As long as it is done in secret and I have only

loyal guard members carry it out, the threat will be nullified. Good-bye, Didyme. Good-bye, forever.