I sat on my throne, brooding. A group of mere children eleminated Jane, Edward, Heidi, and Felix. They were my best fighters! I was planning a war, alright. One that would surely kill that insufferable Hayley.
"Master, what is your plan of action?" Demitri asked. "Track down Alec. Alec will undoubtably be with the girl. Take Chelsea, see if you can get him to come back to our side." I mused.
"Yes Master." Demitri said, bowing. "Afton." I said as he stepped forward.
"Yes master." he said, bowing. "Send word to Carlisle Cullen that his beloved son is dead." I said, with a cruel smile on my face.
"Yes Master." Afton bowed once more, before turning and darting out of the room.
Oh, but my preparations were not done.
I had to contact my son, James, at that wretched camp.
