Hey everyone! This is Angle here with my first Twilight fic. Honestly, I think Stefan, Vladimir, and some of the other characters were the only good characters. I'm going to downright say it, I don't like Bella or Renesmee, but since the series is actually enjoyable, I won't complain. Not to mention the Volturi is awesome! Anyway, I don't own Twilight and I don't ever want to. If I did...well...lets just say it would be a hell of a lot different. Yeah, the story summary is bad, I know. I fail at summaries.

Pairings: Vladimir & Stefan, others will be mentioned

Warnings for this chapter: None

Revenge, at first though sweet, bitter ere long back on itself recoils

-John Milton, Paradise lost

Stefan stared boredly out the window of his home, wondering when his blond companion would return home. Home. A deep familiar ache filled up inside him, but he pushed it down. He was Stefan, once one of the mighty rulers of the vampire world, before those Italian bastards ruined it all. If he'd his way now, it would be that the Volturi never took over. He, Vladimir, and the others would still be on their thrones, enjoying their lives to the fullest. Drinking humans, but not pretending to be like them. The Romanian coven were many things, but hypocrits were not one of them.

Home. The word rang clear in his mind, one that never really disapeared. He knew Vladimir felt it too sometimes, though, the blond had very different ways of showing it. While Stefan brought it up in a calm matter(most of the time), Vladimir would show it angrily, though keeping it under control. Still, he knew that Vladimir was still hurting just as much as he was, even if he choose not to admit it.

Sometimes, though very rarely, Vladimir would show his anger with violent outbursts; causing Stefan to try to get him under control and remind him of their plan, whispering 'revenge, revenge!' over and over again until Vladimir was back to normal. Thinking of that now, the last outburst Vladimir had was only two hundred years ago. Sighing to himself, Stefan got up and walked over to the door, opening it, and heading out into the chilly Romanian air.

Walking along the countryside, he noticed a jogger running towards him, sweat cascading down her body. He could hear the quick beats of her strong, healthy heart and the sweet scent of fresh blood. Boy, he could almost taste the blood in his mouth right now. Crouching into a hunting position, he quickly sprung and dashed to where she was, feeling as though the minutes were becoming longer and longer by the second. He needed to feed and he was damn well going to feed!

He had almost reached the girl, until another figure blocked his way. Cursing in romanian, he felt irritated by the fact that it was Siobhan, the leader of the Irish coven. Appearing behind her, forming a triangular shape, was her mate Liam, and clan mate Maggie. Stefan leaned back against a tree, his arms crossed and an irritated look on his face. "What do you want Siobhan? You're pretty far from home. Tell me, what are you doing in Romania? Surely you didn't come for a visit."

Siobhan moved some of her black hair over her shoulder. "You haven't heard?"

Stefan snorted. "No, I have not heard. Not all of us have face book, you know. Now answer my question!"

Liam took a protective step forward, but Siobhan held him back with an unreadable face. "The Cullens have commited a crime against the Volturi. The Volturi is coming to America to kill them."

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And what have they done to piss the Italian scumb off?"

"You don't care about that," Maggie spoke up, her voice like a bell, "You only care about taking down the Volturi. The Cullens mean nothing to you."

Stefan narrowed his eyes at the young red headed girl. "Little girls like you should know their place. I was speaking to Siobhan."

"Don't you talk that way to her," Siobhan spoke up, irritation written on her face. "She's right and you know it."

"Whatever."

Maggie glared at the older vampire, her lower lip slightly protruding out. "You don't have to be rude, you know."

"And little girls should only speak when spoken to," A new voice said, the figure appearing beside Stefan. Stefan didn't have to look to know it was Vladimir. Vladimir glared at the Irish, not even bothering to cover up the blood on his shirt or his lips. "Siobhan, Liam, what brings you here? Come to take our territory?"

Siobhan gave a snort of irritation. "How many times do I have to say this? The Cullens did something bad and they claim something different. The Volturi is coming to America to kill them and they are gathering witnesses to help," her eyes flashed with defiance for a second, "I will stand beside my friends and fight. That is our way of thinking."

Vladimir didn't faze at all, he just looked at them. "And what if it turns out they did a crime? How will you react then?"

"Carlisle would never do something against the Volturi," Liam spoke up quietly, his eyes never leaving Siobhan's. "We will know if he is lying or not. Maggie will tell us."

Both Romanians grunted in slight approval, knowing full well that Maggie's gift was highly valuable. Maggie moved her hair back as the wind blew it over her face, not once taking eyes off the Romanians. "You don't care about the Cullens, so why do you care about what we do?"

Stefan glanced at Vladimir, the other doing the same. Stefan ignored Maggie and turned to Siobhan. "If the Cullens were to die, we would not care. They mean nothing to us. We don't care what you do or why you would want to defend criminals."

Siobhan stared at him in disgust. "They're innocent."

"You don't know that."

Maggie stepped forward. "I know that they aren't! The Cullens are the most honest Vampires next to me, Liam, and Siobhan." Her eyes blazed intently, not backing down from the older ones.

Vladimir's lip curled back into a snarl and took a step towards Maggie. Siobhan realized what was going to happen and she and Liam instinctively stood in front of her. Stefan glanced at Vladimir, silently telling him to back down, which he did. Siobhan shook her head at them. "Well, we're going now. I don't want to waste anymore time here. Come with us or not, but remember, next time you two need help, we won't be there."

The three of them took off after that, none of the other two saying a word to the Romanians. Vladimir gave a laugh at that and turned to his companion, a smirk lighting his face. "Well that was.."

"Interesting." Stefan finished and that was all he said. He inhaled the air, the scent of that jogger still fresh in his mind. Vladimir smelt her too, his smirk widening.

"Stefan, what do you think of sharing?"

"Sharing is caring."

Vladimir chortled at this. "Well then, my friend, I smell a human whose blood is the sweetest thing I have smelt all day. Would you like to share her with me?"

"Why I would be glad to."

They both raced off from the place they were standing at, heading north to where the girl was running. Stefan could feel Vladimir beside him, running just as fast as he was, if not faster. They broke out of the clearing, Vladimir acting first and grabbing the girl's shoulder, leaping over her and and slamming her down on the pavement. The girl's eyes were wild with pancic and she struggled, which amused the two vampires.

"Wha... what's going on? Who are you? What do you want? If you want my money you can have it!" She cried, unable to get out of Vladimir's grip. Vladimir just smirked and sat there; he had always liked it when his prey struggled, even more so than Stefan. Vladimir stroked her neck almost lovingly.

"Just be still," he crooned. "This will all be over soon. Stefan, come on over and get a bite. You look thirsty."

"With pleasure." Stefan replied and her grabbed the girl's right shoulder, biting into the crook of her neck and sucking rapidly. Vladimir did the same, sucking just as faster and blood pouring from his lips. The girl's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she slumped down, dead. They both stood up and Stefan wipped the blood off his lips, feeling slightly less hungry.

He was about to say something about being less hungry, when he froze. Vladimir was just standing there, slowly licking the blood off his chin, his tounge moving slowly and almost sensually. Stefan felt annoyed by the sudden tightness in his pants and turned away from Vladimir to look at the nearby river. Vladimir tilted his head, seeing as his friend was quiet. "Something wrong, Stefan?"

Stefan shook his head. "No, it's nothing. I was just..remembering something."

Vladimir nodded and fished through the girl's pockets, looking for anything that might be of value. "You know Stefan, it might be interesting if we go to the Cullens," he began. "I wonder if others will be there."

Stefan just shrugged. "From what Siobhan told us, there will be others moving against the Volturi."

"Perhaps we should go and see for ourselves."

Stefan pondered over this for a moment. This could be the chance to get back at the Volturi, but they wouldn't know unless they went to see themselves. Vladimir grinned ruefully when he fished a watch from her pocket. Stefan knew he would sell it later and get a lot of money to buy things for their home, but he didn't care about that right now. He kicked a rock nearby, lightly biting his nail. "Perhaps Vladimir, you are right."

Vladimir stood up and went over to his friend, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We should see for ourselves." Vladimir began.

"And join them if they are indeed going against the Volturi."

They stared at each other for a few minutes, not saying anything, but the message was clear. They were going to see the Cullens and they would fight. Vladimir broke the stare and looked at the watch, wondering how much it would go for. "So Stefan, how should we get there. I have never been on a plane before."

"Then let us try this plane. I think it would be a wonderful experience."

"Indeed."

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