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Chapter 1 - 2061

BPOV

I have been waiting for over fifty years for the Cullens - more specifically Edward - to do something, anything to warrant any kind of Volturi interference. Finally my wish had been granted. I finally received orders to investigate them.

Being the highest ranking Elite, I'd be sent out to investigate the claim. With my regular request to go on my own, of course. I only went on missions to placate Aro and give him a false sense of security. And of course because I was a bitch. I had been waiting a long time for this opportunity. Nobody was going to get in my way, because I finally had my opening for revenge that I so desperately sought.

Nobody knew about my past, or my time with the Cullens, and if I could help it, nobody would. The most anybody knew about me was my new name and that I was a shield. Even Aro didn't know anymore than that. The full extent of my abilities was only known to me.

I was always sent out on my own for these scouting missions. I worked better that way. I was never, and never would be, a good team player. Though, it didn't start that way, I used to be forced to have someone accompany me until I could be "trusted."

Funny concept, trust.

But it was like that with all new recruits. So I guess I couldn't exactly complain, especially if I didn't want to reveal just how much I was capable of.

"Isa, baby! Do you want me to go with you?" Demetri asked, as I made my way to my room.

"No," I said icily, brushing past him, not even bothering to look in his direction.

I found it quite annoying that after all these decades he still tried to get through to me. It was laughable really. He was so delusional to think he could ever have a chance to break through any of my walls. They were too well built.

Once I reached my quarters, I slipped through my door and slammed it, letting Demetri know my distaste for his actions.

Quickly, I packed a small backpack with a couple of fresh shirts, and grabbed my cloak. I slammed the door again on the way out. Donning my cloak, I swiftly walked through the corridors of the castle making my way to the airport where my private jet sat - piloted by me, of course.

Just like running, flying was a liberating experience. The freedom your mind allows in those moments was…exhilarating, and welcomed. It was an escape that I could appreciate. It was one time where all thoughts were lost, all except for the feeling of the wind on your face, the smells all around, the sights, the sounds. When I'm flying, the never ending horizon before me provides simplicity from my normally chaotic thoughts.

Within an hour of my departure from Volterra, I was on the jet. Off to Ely, Minnesota, USA. Ironic how the Cullens chose another small city so much like Forks, Washington. Another town where everything was just down the road and the population a mere few thousand.

Ugh. Repulsive. Where's the variety? There's practically no selection on the buffet table.

Part of me hoped that the Cullens would be accepting of me. A vain hope that they would welcome me back into their lives, but I knew that would never happen. If they didn't want me back then, they wouldn't want me now. Especiallynow.

During the flight to Ely Municipal Airport, I forced myself to squash the hope that threatened to bubble up. I knew that it didn't matter what I wished for now, I was only going there for business. The only pleasure I would take was their shocked faces, knowing what I had become. After all this was what I had been waiting for all these years. This was some semblance of the vengeance I'd been seeking.

Right?

I couldn't deny that I had missed the Cullens on occasion, though. They had always treated me as one of them before they left me. I was just their human pet, but I loved them all despite it. I had always felt as if I belonged. Apparently I was false in that assumption, because they all left at the snap of a finger, not once looking back to see the wake of hurt they caused.

I hated them now.

The Cullens had grown, and Aro felt they were a threat. From what I remembered of my short time spent with them, there were never any malicious thoughts, or endeavors to take any position as the ruling class. One would think the Volturi would be a little less insecure, given all the vampires they had in their guard. Quite vain and egotistical. It was truly a pity they had to be such….petulant children about all of this.

But then what am I? Ha!

After landing in the Ely Municipal Airport, I climbed aboard the helicopter I had waiting for me and made my way to the tiny town. It was extremely grand, I know. I figured why not show the Cullens just how far I had come, and it was just how I did things.

The scenery surrounding Ely was absolutely breathtaking. Even in my darkness I could appreciate the little things like nature. It was the one thing that I knew would remain a constant. I could count on it. Trust it. Love it, shamelessly.

It didn't take me long to find a clearing a short distance from the Cullen household, just the right size to land in.

I slipped my cloak on and slowly made my way to their house. When I got close, I stopped and pulled my hood up. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly . I extended my shield out a little farther to encase the house, accessing their abilities, and walked forward.

I can do this. This is my moment.

I leapt lightly up the porch and listened to their thoughts using Edwards ability to see if they noticed my approach. Apparently not.

Perfect. So far, so good.

With a smug smile on my face I lifted my fist and tapped a quick rap on the door.

EPOV

I thought about her everyday, regretting that September day. Everyday I wished that I could go back in time and take it all back - take back every lie I uttered that day. Everyday I wondered where she was, and hoped she was happy now, that she was living a full life of all that she deserved. Most of all, I hoped that she got everything that I could never have given her; life, humanity...kids - all the things that would have been taken away had I stayed.

So each day was a vicious cycle, but at the end of it all I always came to the conclusion that it was for the best, that she now had everything that she could ever want or need.

I could picture what her beautiful kids, and now I'm sure grandkids, would look like. I could imagine how happy she was now with someone who could love her right, love her in a way that wouldn't destroy her. Even though it broke my long cold, dead heart to think about it, I still did.

All of that still could not stop my self-loathing, though. I felt alone now more than ever. I became more detached from the world after that day. Even more doomed to just exist, but never live in this world I called hell. There would never be another for me. She had been my mate.

My family was never the same again either. Everyone was a little more detached from the world, like me, since I made us leave Forks. It was like they lost a little of their spark. She was like a lighthouse, flashing across our lives and bringing the much needed light over each of us. But just like the rotating bulb in a light house, her light disappeared, passing to light another, and I knew that it was all my doing. They were all still the same family I knew and loved, but were just a little less than they once were. She had changed everyone with her presence, not just me.

After we left Forks, the rest of my family spent a year with the Denalis while I moped around nowhere in particular, feeling sorry for myself. After that year we then moved on to another city, to another place where we would begin the charade all over again. We all played our parts as the strange adoptive family, the quiet mysterious kids who kept to themselves, the new beautiful doctor, and the stay at home wife and mother.

We would spend a few years in every new place and then quickly move on, never interacting with many people. None of us could bring ourselves to do it. Every human reminded us of her, which in turn made us all retreat farther and farther into our respective shells. More so for me.

Her name quickly became taboo. I would crumble under the guilt and self hatred at the sound or thought of her name. To this day I still did.

Poor Alice took it almost as hard as I did. She was the only one who really knew what I was - am - going through. She loved her just as much as I did. And I hated myself for taking a sister away from her - a best friend, her only best friend.

The days were long. Every second of the day seemed like an eternity. Every minute that passed further served to crush me more. But time passed as it always did. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes to hours. Hours to days. Days to months. Months to years. Years to decades. And it seemed that the more time passed the quicker the seconds turned into another decade. It was crushing.

Here we were today, a family of nine. Our newest members, Kyle and Alexa, showed up at our doorstep about six months back, asking to join our family and learn the "vegetarian" lifestyle. We were all too happy to welcome them with open arms. Well, sort of…Rosalie, as usual, wasn't all too thrilled about it, and neither was I for that matter. But why should my selfish tendencies stop them from the way we lived? It shouldn't have, so I accepted them as well.

Kyle was a tracker. He could track using scent, even after the trail had gone cold.

Alexa could freeze you in place just by the touch of her hand. Your body became unmovable while still being alert to what was happening around you. We never could really put a name to her talent, other than Freezer.

"Hey, Ice-Box! Let's arm wrestle," Emmett bellowed as he came bounding through the front door. He had quickly taken to calling her Ice-Box as soon as he found out what her ability was.

"No way. I don't want my arm crushed by you," she teased back, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Fine," he pouted putting his head down in mock sadness and sulked to the garage where Rosalie was fixing up one of our many luxury cars.

"Hey, who wants to go hunting?" I asked jumping up from the couch. Everyone debated in their heads for a second deciding whether or not they needed to hunt. A second later there was a chorus of 'I do' throughout the house.

"Alright then, lets go." We all made our way out a good fifty miles from the house to satiate ourselves. A few hours later we returned to the house sitting around the living room. I sat in a recliner to read, everyone else was with their partner, doing couple stuff, in their own little worlds. A pang of jealously erupted in my chest at what I wished I had now.

We hadn't been home for more than five minutes when out of nowhere there was a knock on the door. All of us looked at each other, shocked.

All of our thoughts were silent for a split second before it all went chaotic.

How did we not hear someone coming?

Who is it?

Why didn't I have a vision of this?

I can't sense who is there. I can't get a read on their scent.

What could this mean?

Who is it, and why are they here?

Why couldn't I hear any of the knocker's thoughts? And how were we so wrapped up in our little bubble that we missed someone's obvious approach of the house?


A/N: Oh, no! A cliffie!

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