Prologue-

I'm in the woods of Lotus again. I'm sure why my visions have taken me here yet again but I'm eager to find out. I remember seeing this before, once, when I was visiting Carlisle for the first time in his little shack. Of course, I wasn't even half as good at being an oracle as I am now, the vision wasn't as clear and it didn't last this long. I'm curious as to why it's so important to myself I see this again, so I sit and bare it out.

The woman's name is Esme. She was Carlisle's half sister and my father's first wife. She was a very jealous and insecure woman. She had difficulty baring a child of her own and it did her no good when Sulpicia, my mother, stepped into the frame. Not only did my father cheat with her, but he got her pregnant. Esme was right to be angry and upset, she was right to want to take a revenge on the two and hold a claim to something that could never be hers, but stealing a child wasn't the right thing to do. Especially since her story ends in her death. She was better off letting Sulpicia and Aro have their damned love child. The world we share is too dark to find a 'safe' place to raise a child. To make the situation worse, she ran all the way to Lotus. The worse possible place she could ever arrive at.

At the time, William had just gotten his throne, along with Marie. Carlisle, who madly in love the Lotus Queen, had chosen to live for the chance that he might get to see his love one more time rather than help his sister escape. Esme was on her own and William had ordered the killing of any and every hybrid on his land, due to past fears.

Esme's death could be foreseen by anyone who had eyes. She made a smart choice, leaving her stolen child behind first. She died, and the child was too far away for her wails to be heard by the Lotus guards. In the blackness of the night her eyes shone a brilliant white and her cries rang throughout the forest.

The trees swayed in the wind and the leaves rustled violently. All that could be heard was the constant swishing sound they made. In the sky, dark clouds were forming, threatening snow.

The child kicked and screamed, fighting her way out of the blankets. The bright of her eyes were now gone, they're brown and watery, begging for the comfort Esme brought her.

I watched quietly with anticipation. I know she's going to live, but how? Why? Alone in the woods, a child must die, eventually. Yet, I lived. Even in the bitter cold. I lived.

The dead leaves on the ground suddenly crunched under a heavy weight.

In the blackness, an even darker shape formed. At first, one might believe it is a Lycan; an alpha one. It's huge. It stands taller than the height of seven grown men put together. The eyes of it are dark and focused, but the wrong color to say it came from Lotus. It's a strange orange...red...

It isn't a Lycan at all.

It walks on practically all fours, in a strange jerky, half frantic kind of way. The claws don't favor those of a Lycan because it nails are too long and thin-ish. The teeth hangs from it's mouth covered in drool. It doesn't look as sharp as it should be to stay it's a lycan, though it has the size. The shoulders are too broad and the hips too narrow, giving it's body a strange shape. It's not covered in fur. It's skin is a strange blackish color. It's not a pretty creature that jerks it's way over to little Thea to sniff at her.

Instantly, she stops crying to look into the eyes of the creature hovering above her, as fearlessly as a child would. Her eyes shone blue, and in that moment, mine did as well. Something about this thing rang danger, but as soon as it appeared it disappeared. It dashed over her, not bothering to try and make her its meal at all and ran in the opposite direction from which it came, whimpering like a dog in pain.

Whatever it smelled on Thea...on me...frightened it. And for that I'm grateful.

Thea's wails began in the dead of night once more, but this time, the footsteps I hear approaching her are human and harmless.

Chapter 1-

There has always been a certain beauty about the Lotus Moon Clan. Yes, the streets are dirty and stained with blood. Yes, the people are rough and at times, heartless, but even so, they are proud of who they are and strong. They are egoistical even in their own shit. Some of them even see their grass green when in reality it is brown, just because they don't know any better. They have a bad habit of surviving, even in the most brutal of times. They are hardened and strong, even the women, the wives of the men who should be considered murderers aren't exactly soft. They're strong enough to hold their own, even for a little while. And that, within itself, is beautiful. It's admirable.

The Bloodrose clan however, holds a different kind of beauty. Everything here is soft. The children aren't learning to murder each other. They play soft, childish games. You never realize how horribly violent your son is until you compare him to another. Here, the roses bloom without much thorns and beautiful parts of nature are open and taken care of by all.

It's just about everything I imagined for my own clan. Even the slaves aren't as dirty as they should be. Even they, striped of all their glory, walk around more beautiful than anyone from lotus would or could ever claim themselves to be.

I've only been here once, and that time, I was only about fifteen, sixteen maybe? I was young, Isabella and I were still in the early stages of our relationships. She wouldn't let me wander on my own. I never got to truly appreciate the beauty of this clan before, until now.

And then, you have their queen. Rosalie, who was fitting enough. Gorgeous girl, gorgeous clan. Soft queen, soft clan. I wonder why it worked that way. It's like, the monarchs are the parents and the people are the children. The children will always follow the parent I guess. I can only imagine what the children of Lotus are up to now.

The thought completely ruins the image of perfect beauty I have in front of me.

I turn away from the balcony and walk inside my room in the palace. Rosalie is in there, waiting, like she was when I left her. She wore the same expression. I couldn't tell if it was fright or disbelief or relief or just...pondering.

She frowns a little when she sees me and stands. It's been just about three years since I've last seen her and what a difference it has made. She doesn't look like that eighteen year old girl who annoyed me so much anymore. She looked mature, grown up in some ways; Already old in others.

She holds me tightly against her in some kind of hug, I'm not used to. I kind of want her to squeeze me. I kind of what her to let me go.

"They said you were dead." She swallows. "They said they'd hang your body besides Isabella's. I-"

"I'm here, aren't I? Do I look dead to you Rosalie?" She pulls back to examine me, with tears already pouring from her brown eyes.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I scoff and try to pull away in away that doesn't land her on her ass, but she doesn't budge. I literally have to pry her fingers from around my waist and shove her a few feet away from. She doesn't phase from the action, just keeps going. "How'd you survive? I need to know. People don't just come back from the dead. I was so sure Maria would have burned your body."

"Luck?"

"Alice, I mean it. Don't give me bullshit. No one survives Maria. You know what chaos this will unleash?"

"No, seriously. Luck. I'm a very lucky one, didn't you know? I mean, I must be. I survived the wrath of Maria, who threw me across the room like a doll. The only explanation as to why I'm alive is luck."

"Unless the Gods favor you."

"As oppose to whom?" I shove her off and begin to strip my clothing one by one."I'd like to take a shower now. I haven't had a proper one in months."

"As oppose to Isabella perhaps?" She says cautiously. I glare at her and she cowers in her spot.

"Watch your mouth. Isabella prayed more to them that I ever had. How could they favor me? Don't be ridiculous. I doubt the gods favor anyone. They're cruel to us all just the same. I'm done talking about this. Show me your showers."

"I'm not done talking with you." She says simply, with a shrug. I frown. Just because she doesn't look annoying anymore, doesn't me she isn't. I've been here less than an hour and already I want to rip her tongue out. "You think people will take this lightly? If Maria finds out- oh my. Imagine what she'll do."

"Rosalie, I do not want to imagine anything about Maria that doesn't end with her dead. I want to shower. Are you going to show me where or are you just going to keep talking?"

She frowns and walks over to me slower than I would like her to. I brush her off when she tries to touch me again. I'm sure comfort isn't what I want. I want to kill something or someone. Preferably Maria, because just the thought of her upsets me, but that isn't going to happen tonight. "I'm being serious, you know. You need to tell me what happened so I can help you. So we can figure out where to go from here. Once the public is made aware of your...survival-"

"Rosalie, I spent months running through the woods. I don't want to hear about this right now. I want a calm moment, alone, in the shower. Are you going to show me where or not?" I growl out through me teeth. She jumps and quickens her step to a door attached to my room. Slowly, she opens it and invites me in. It's semi-dark and a small little room, with the tub in corner, rather than in the middle like how Isabella and I had our showers. It's painted a soothing yellow, but it just annoys me even more so.

Everything here reminds me that I am not home.

I will never go back to what I know as home again.

"Would you like a servant girl to come and help you? They don't speak your tongue. They'll just help you and leave" Her eyes are soft and concerned. I turn my back to them.

"I know how to bathe myself."

"I know...I just want you comfortable."

"Stop." It's quiet for a little while, before I step forward to turn on the hot water and let it fill the tub. Same time, Rosalie decides to speak again.

"Where is Alec?"

"In Lotus." I answer bluntly. I removed the rest of my clothing shamelessly and dump the on the floor. They'll have to be thrown out, they're all worn and stained with dirt. It's not as if they were worth anything anyhow.

"Is he alive?"

"Rosalie-"

"Ok." She curses. "Fine. I'll give you tonight, but tomorrow you need to answer me. You expect me to just accept that you're alive and move on?"

"Well, you should." I glare at the floor, still not wanting to face her. "I'm alive and I want to survive my purpose then join my wife. Will you leave me now?"

"What if I don't want to? I went a whole two years thinking you were dead and you want me to just leave you?"

"Yes." As strange as it sounds, I like the idea of being alone in a dark room with nothing but hot water to burn away my sorrows. "As grateful as I am to you, yes, I want to be alone. I want to be alone, without you."

When I look at her again, she's crying. She's still by the door, with her hands folded neatly over her chest. She frowns down at her self then nods. "Okay." She says. It takes her a minute, but she retreats back into the other room. I wait until I can't hear her footsteps anymore before I melt into the water.

It scorches my skin, but it feels...alright. I lay in the tub and close my eyes.

Maria, is all I can think.

There once was a time I actually felt for the bitch. That was long ago, back when I only barely knew her and how she could be. Still, I can remember how urgent the need to apologize to her was. I had never held a child in my arms before. I had never had a son or daughter suckle from my breast, but I was pregnant and I couldn't imagine someone as ruthless as Isabella tearing my unborn child from me. I had disobeyed my wife and went to see her, and that was when I saw the true face of the situation.

Maria bared a son for Max, so that way she would have some claim to the throne, to power. She didn't cry because she had never lost a child. She couldn't care less about the child that died in her son's place. Her screams were fake, but believable enough to fool Isabella.

It burns to think that she out smarted the smartest person I knew.

I never want wish the death of child upon a mother, such a pain should not be hoped for, however nothing gave me greater pleasure than watching Maria scream over her dead son's corpse.

It was a whole month before she killed every man in charge of watching him that night. Of course, she did it her way. Tortuous and slow and in front of a crowd.

In her face, I could tell something was different. She had changed somehow. She looked like an old woman, weak and vulnerable.

That's how I knew I got her good. I've begun to kill her already and I'm no where near her.

Sadly, my visions don't give this any justice. I bet it would have been better if I were actually there, watching her cry. It would be the most amazing feeling to kick her and laugh at her struggles. I can already hear her scream my name for mercy.

In my quiet darkness, I begin a fit of edged laughter. It barely sounds like my own but I know deep down that it is.

Oh Maria, I'm coming for you.

Short chapter because I'm tired.

YAY. FIRST CHAPTER THOUGH. Already exciting or not?

I can't wait till tomorrow, or an hour from now when I nap and charge up my devices, so I can start typing again.

I'm sorry this is late for everyone who is wondering.

I was grounded.

But hey now I'm not so :)

Reviews anyone? Please?

Since it's summer...you know updates will be non-stop. Unless I get grounded again, but lets not hope for that.

Well, Till next time

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