The petite young woman moved gracefully through the Tanzanian bazaar. She was robed in a black, flowing dress and her face stay veiled by a crimson hijab. In the morning sun her figure appeared almost childlike and she stayed in the shadows cast down by the ancient stone walls. Striding aside her were two young men, their cloaks waving behind in the dust-filled air. They stayed close to the girl, avoiding the barrage of merchants flooding the square.

One merchant held up a small monkey leashed to his arm. He moved past the crates of animals he kept and grabbed the young woman by her arm. The merchant hollered and haggled as he looked into her red eyes.

'The Devil,' he breathed as he stumbled back and fell over his crates. 'Devil! Devil! Devil!' the merchant shouted in panic. He scrambled to his feet and ran screaming through the square.

The young woman never wavered as she passed an ancient well surrounded by villagers. She turned into a dark corridor and walked down a flight of stone steps. An old man mumbled something to her with his hand out.

'Do you want to live?' the young woman said in Swahili. The old man trembled in pain and fell to the dirty floor. The three continued into the darkness and entered a great chamber filled with stone sarcophaguses. The young woman stopped before a tomb in the center of the room and looked to one of the men.

'This is it,' she smiled evilly.

'Are you sure about this, Jane?' one of the men spoke, removing his hood.

'Are you questioning me, Alec?' Jane looked at her brother. 'It's time the Cullen clan be dealt with once and for all. The newborn and her child must pay. If Aro refuses to act, he leaves me with no alternative.'

'The others won't like this,' Alec warned. 'You're unsettling a balance kept for centuries. The ancient ones aren't to be meddled with for a reason. It means the end of the Volturi and our reign. It means the end of us.'

'Not if we form an alliance. Besides… who's going to stop me?' Jane's blood-red eyes glared.

Alec said nothing. Jane looked back to the other man and nodded.

'Open the tomb, Sarfa,' she ordered. Sarfa took hold of the edge of the tomb and slid open the covering. The three moved closer and looked inside. A mummied corpse lay wrapped with its arms crossed across its chest. Jane looked at Alec and then Sarfa began to gasp. Jane smiled as she induced a bone-crushing pain through Sarfa's body. She moved away when the blood began to flow from Sarfa's ears and eyes.

'Now Alec.'

Alec grabbed Sarfa and dropped him into the tomb. He pushed the lid of the sarcophagus closed and turned to his sister. Blood leaked from the edges of the tomb.

'Now what?'

'We wait.' Jane smiled.