All right! So, this is the sequel to Purple Smoke. I hope you guys like it!

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Again, send a hello over to Lokima, who is the co-author of the Leo-Saga.

Leo's POV

I've been on this plane for 11 hours now. We were scheduled to land in Firenze, Italy, in ten minuets. Then there's a one hour drive to Volterra, where I will be living now.

The plane had been completely silent for the first six hours. I could almost taste the hostility coming off of some of the people.

I suppose I can understand why. I killed Aro, and many of the Volturi were loyal to him.

Marcus, however, seemed unfazed.

Anyway, in the last five hours of this flight many of the eleven other passengers; all vampires of course; started to chatter with one another.

After a while I asked Marcus, "So, what kinds of things are there for me to do?"

He didn't remove his eyes from the window as his toneless voice answered, "As I said, there are several things. If you want to strengthen and use your power, you can become an Guard member. The Guard protects us 'leaders'. Now, that's just me, Athenadora, and Sulpicia. But they do other things, as well, because we rarely need protection."

I asked, "What other things, exactly?"

A calm, young, voice spoke from behind me and I jumped.

"You would accompany Jane or myself and take care of mayhem. Nothing is more dangerous to our entire race then exposure, and we clean up mistakes that could risk humans discovering what we are."

I found myself looking at Alec. I wanted to hold a grudge against him for biting me, but I couldn't find it within myself while he was being friendly. He had only been fighting because his leader told him to.

I asked conversationally, "What sorts of things risk exposure?"

A cold voice entered the conversation, "Starting things on fire without a match tend to do the trick."

Jane had strolled over to us, and she was glaring at me angrily.

Alec scoffed, "Leave him alone, sister. Aro isn't coming back. I warned him, he would have been smart to just avoid this entire situation."

I watched them silently as Jane glared at her brother, who looked completely relaxed. I couldn't see why. I was just looking at the murder shining in her eyes and I was intimidated.

When she said nothing, he returned his attention to me, "Drinking too much in one area, too often, causes fingers to point and questions to arise. Letting humans see us feed or sparkle. Or, well, any inhumanly thing at all."

He leaned against the back of the seat in front of me and continued, "Not controlling your newborns is also against the rules. Creating newborn armies, just to fight other newborn armies. You know, things along those lines."

Marcus jumped back in, "If you don't want to do that, you could be one of the watch-dogs for Volterra. Our town is the thing we care about the most, naturally. We don't like things to go awry."

A third male sauntered over and smiled, "You could be a receptionist of sorts, like my mate Gianna. You would see to visitors, monitor the hunting intake of the members so we don't over-consume, and sort through any letters we get from others of our kind."

Well, that sounded boring. So what would I rather be, a Guard or a watch-dog?

I don't think sitting around humans all day, with my self control, is a good idea.

I smiled cheerlessly at Marcus, "I think I'd like to try being a Guard, if that's okay with you."

An absolutely evil cackle from Jane made me shiver.

Her red eyes glittered and she smirked darkly, "Wonderful. We will start your training as soon as we get home."

Great…