Chapter 1:

I slammed her into a wall and sunk my teeth into her pulse point. I could feel the thick blood rushing down my throat. I all but moaned at the taste. It was so good! It tasted sweeter than any chocolate to a human. The scent was of roses and strawberries.

All too soon the body was drained and my throat was aflame again. I sighed and looked for my next meal in the room. Humans were running around the room, trying to find an escape that would lead them away from my coven and me. I smirked as I leapt on a man twice my size. As if they could escape. I mean, we're the Volturi! They couldn't even escape another vampire but still. We're the most powerful coven in the world.

After I finished the man - he wasn't as good as the girl. He tasted a bit… greasy and salty. Really, humans should limit the amount of junk they eat, if not for their sake, for ours - I looked for my sister, Bree. I saw her tackle a blonde boy around seventeen with spiky hair and a t-shirt with the words "Newton's Sporting Goods Store" on it.

I smiled at Bree and walked over to her. She looked up and spotted me. She smiled at me, blood still shining on her lips.

"Was he any good?" I asked my sister, inclining my head towards the dead body she was just finishing by her feet.

"Not really…" she said. "I mean, he tasted fine, it's just… you know…" she trailed off looking at the ground.

I understood what she meant instantly. My sister is talented; she has the ability to see into one's soul by one touch. That ability can be a gift and a curse at the same time. It's a gift to my sister because she can see the pureness of the person and their commitments and beliefs before getting involved with them in any way. The curse, however, is that she can't control it.

Bree tries her hardest to not touch anyone… well, anyone besides me. I'm a shield so I can block any power or physical attack. I don't see a curse in my gift because it is fairly easy to control. Well, there was a curse, just not anymore.

My sister and I were born during the time period where people lead hunts for vampires, werewolves, witches, and many more mythical creatures. Our talents shined eve as humans. They were just not at pronounced and advanced as they are now.

Bree was an excellent judge of character. She could tell if the man next to her was a rapist or murderer. I was always well protected. No one could touch me unless I wanted them to.

So, of course, the townspeople came to the only conclusion their pathetic minds could create: we were witches. We tried to run, and I wouldn't have been caught if I hadn't ran back and tried to free my sister who they had already captured. They tied us to a stake and set it ablaze. My sister cried out in agony while I held back my screams. I didn't want to give those sick bastards any satisfaction.

Then all of a sudden, people were flying. Something faster than my eyes could see had killed them all in less than twenty seconds. A man with eyes as red as rubies had put out our fires and bit us, creating a new agony all of its own.

The pain was worse than anything I ever experienced in my seventeen - almost eighteen - years. My sister was screaming like her life depended on it, but I kept quiet. Deep down, I knew it would do no good to scream.

The pain stopped after three days, three days of endless torture and hearing the screams of Bree. The man who bit us told Bree and me what we were and what happened. He gave us two options. The first was to go out on our own and try to survive by ourselves. The second was to stay with him. We chose the second option and we became known as the English Coven.

It turned out that there were two other members to the coven. His mate and an acquaintance named Felix. We spent half a century with them before the Volutri showed up. They destroyed the man who saved Bree and me along with his mate, but left Felix, Bree, and me alive on one condition: we join their coven. We all quickly agreed because we didn't want to die. We have been members of the guard ever since.

I shook my head as I came back to the present. "And how was he…"

My sister grimaced. "I'll put this as nicely as I can. He's a total perv!"

I laughed. I couldn't help it. That was so like my sister to say something like that. She grinned sheepishly at me.

Aro all of a sudden appeared next to me. "Bella, Bree, I have an assignment for you two. There's an old friend of mine named Carlisle, and is rumored to have quite the coven now. I need you two to go check it out. Take as long as you please. I need a thorough job done, and I need to know what talents any of them might possess. Can you do this, my dears?"

We both nodded. Aro walked way from us quickly after thanking us as he had other more important matters to attend. We looked at each other and smiled. "Spy time!" we shrieked and giggled afterwards.

A/N: I would like to thank my Beta vampirelove kittykat for Betaing my story.