Oro looked at each face.

"You have been led to believe that your past is the only vampiric history that exists. That could not be farther from the truth. Even at your oldest, you are mere children compared to my maker. Even those who have labeled themselves as the Volturri are young."

Jasper made as if to say something, but Alice- with her ability to foretell the future- managed to stop him before he began.

"I am much older than the Volturri. I will tell you something about them. They believe themselves to be royalty among your kind, but they can be killed quite easily. They, along with you two," she pointed to Carlisle and Alice, "were created by a vampire named Arturro. Arturro was created by Marcus, the very first vampire in existence. They are both still alive today and that is why you are referred to as Third Generation. Marcus is the first generation, and all those he created, Arturro and myself included, are second generation."

At this point, Edward got up from his seat and left the room. Oro paused, waiting for him to come back. Seeing that the Arturrians were watching her, Oro said, "I don't want to have to repeat myself, even if he could hear me from any distance."

A minute later, Edward returned, followed by his mate, Bella, carrying their offspring, the half-breed Renesmé. Following them was Jacob Black. Oro knew he'd show up eventually and was eager to address him personally, after her story.

"Bella and Jacob were out hunting with Nessie," Edward explained, giving Oro a cold stare, "I have filled them in on your account so far."

Oro gave him an equally icy look back, and turned to Bella. The young Arturrian was holding her abomination of a child close to her, as if to protect her from Oro. This amused Oro, which led her to grin at the child, flashing her fangs.

"Let's continue then, shall we?" Oro asked.

"I can't really tell you why Arturro decided to go rogue and create his own breed, but he started with the Volturri, and his bliss at being God didn't last very long. Marcus changed me just in time so I could witness Arturro's fall from grace. Around two thousand years ago, the first Arturrians had the idea of splitting from their maker- just as Arturro had done- and create more of their own kind. Arturro tried to step in, but he only managed to kill one of the brothers." She looked at Carlisle, "You probably didn't know that there was once a fourth brother in the Volturri. Arturro claimed to have no control over who survived his experimentations back in those days as he tried to change DNA and perform magic, but it eventually came down to Aro, Caius, Marcus and Johanas. Marcus was Arturro's favorite, probably because of the joke it was to his maker."

Oro stood and began to pace slowly.

"Here is where events came quickly and unexpectedly. The first four Arturrians began as any creation would: they loved Arturro more than anything and strove to learn all they could from their maker. But Aro believed he was stronger than his master. Arturro had unexpectedly put his own personality into Aro, which led to a mutiny, for lack of a better term. Aro began creating his own vampires and contorted the minds of his brothers to trust that they didn't need Arturro. The four fled into the hills of Europe. Arturro easily tracked them, but only managed to catch Johanas. I have heard the story from my maker, but only when Arturro told me himself did I understand how hard it was for Arturro to kill his life's work."

Oro's pacing had led her to the far wall. She turned to face the vampires and leaned against the wall.

"I think you all know how things played out from there. The Volturri then took charge and created a new vampiric world, which they now rule over. Marcus and Arturro have been watching their actions for many centuries, waiting for you to exterminate yourselves. It almost happened last year, when you all met in winter, am I correct? It would have been quite a fight to witness, I am sure. A fight over a child would be bloody, indeed."

This time, Jacob twitched. "Why exactly are you telling us this now?" He asked in a clipped tone. Oro understood that everyone in the room viewed her as a threat and wanted her out of the house as soon as possible.

"About two months ago, it was decided that second generation vampires are going to reveal themselves to all of humanity," Oro said, "We call it mainstreaming." She held up a hand as all the vampires in the room made to speak at once. "It was also decided that all third generation vampires should not be allowed to mainstream. So, Arturro- with some help- is travelling around the world and is making sure his creations will stay quiet."

"Why would we want to mainstream anyway?" Jasper asked. "The humans will kill you, regardless of how tame you appear to be."

"You may feel that way, but you cannot speak for all of your kind," Oro responded. "Arturro's plan is simple. Marcus gave him one ultimatum- to kill all of you and ensure that none of you open your mouths."

The larger Arturrian, Emmet, was on his feet in a flash.

"He can't do that," he snarled, "He can't come here and expect us to roll over and die just to protect his own venture! He created us!"

Oro shrugged. "There's nothing any of us can do. Arturro won't be in the United States for a while. You still have some time." She laughed. The others stayed sullenly silent.

Oro then turned to Jacob. "There was another reason why I came today. It has been bothering me for quite a few centuries and I need to clarify some things with you, wolf."

Jacob looked back at her without saying anything.

"Just as your friends here had no idea of their true history, I know that you are under false impressions, as well. You, by the standards of Marcus and all second generation vampires, are not a real werewolf."

Jacob opened his mouth, but Oro held up a hand.

"Let me finish, dog, and everything will make sense. It all goes back to Marcus once more. I suggest you sit back down. If you were to lose control and jump at me, I am sure your comrades here would not enjoy watching me rip you apart and then drain the blood from your body."

Heat rushed to Jacob's face as he took a step back and put a hand on Bella's shoulder. He did not sit down.

"Marcus was not an only child. He had a brother, William. From what I've been told, they were quite an enjoyable pair when together, but circumstances has forbidden them from being anywhere near each other in many thousands of years. Marcus was the first vampire, as you all now know, after being bit by one especially rabid bat. William was then gifted as well, by being bitten by a rabid wolf as he tried to track down his brother in the woods on the same night. Marcus has theorized that the wolf was rabid first and had bitten the bat, which transferred the disease. As you can guess, William became the first werewolf. The disease caused him to take his now-permanent form. William cannot, and will never be able to change back into a human form. Every human he bit became a werewolf everlasting, too. But, sometime in the past, genes were altered and breeding took place, which produced a man named Lucian. Lucian was what we call a Lycan. Lycans are more common werewolves who can change back and forth between their human and werewolf forms. But Lycans must change into their pelts during the full moon, which is probably why you call them the 'Children of the Moon'. Between William's descendants and Lucian's, those are the only real werewolves in existence."

"If we are not werewolves," Jacob asked, "then what are we?"

"The proper term for your kind is shapeshifter," Oro responded. "You are not a werewolf for a number of reasons. If you wish to be called a werewolf, you must compare yourself to William and Lucian. They had no control of the change, while you can change whenever and wherever, and the moon has no effect on you. The form they took on once changed was a combination of a human and a wolf, whereas yours is pure wolf. There are other smaller reasons, such as your telepathy when you are in wolf-form, but there is one very crucial reason why you cannot possibly hold the name of a werewolf."