Chapter Two:

The Cullens, the Denalis, Aro and his guard, and Dragan's coven are sitting around the living room. Stefan and Vladimir hate the Volturi's presence, but they keep themselves tamed for the moment. Jacob decided to leave with his pack after they recovered from their attack. It's been centuries since either Carlisle or Jasper have seen Alexander and Dragan. Dragan's coven means no harm to anyone. However, just like everybody else, the coven doesn't trust the Volturi either.

"It's nice to see that you've been doing so well, Carlisle. I'm happy for you. I apologize if we caused any trouble. Stefan and Vladimir explained that they were coming here to visit you. Alexander and I just wanted to come say hi." Dragan says in a respectable matter.

"It's nice to meet you all." Sasha sheds a smiles on her face. "We brought gifts." Dorian and another vampire, Illarion, place two large wine bottles filled with chilled, carbonated animal blood. "It's the best tasting animal there is. It's horse fused with otter...and shark. We had this specially made along with this." Two beautifully made steel cylinder canisters are sat next to the bottles of blood. Carlisle, his family, the Denalis, and the Volturi are all confused. Dragan opens one of the canisters to reveal that it's been filled with a blood red ice cream dessert. "Ice cream made from the same animal blood." The vampires take in the wonderful smell. It's smells delicious.

"Ah, it smells wonderful." Marcus inhales.

"It's animal blood, of course. Not human. My husband and I always make this for dessert. This is the first time we've made such a product with animal blood. It's cruelty free, of course." Sasha says to Carlisle and Esme. "If you like, we could always have some delivered to you." She says to Aro.

"That would be fantastic." Aro says happily.

Edward keeps his hooded eyes on Dragan. He's reading his mind. Dragan is concentrating on Aro. That's when a undetectable wave of power hits Aro and his assemble. Caius goes over to Aro to place a hand on his shoulder. "It's time to leave, brother. We have other business to attend to."

"If you leaving, let my coven escort you as protection." Dragan proposes.

"How kind of you," Jane says. "But Felix, my brother, and I can protect our master just fine."

"Be nice, Jane." Aro looks over to Dragan. "It would be lovely."

"Dorian, Illarion, India, please escort them safely from here." Dragan tells them.

"Be safe, sis." Mikael tells his older sister, India.

"I always am, little brother." India responds, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Aro, Caius, Felix, Jane, Marcus, Artemis, and Alec are safely escorted out of the house and into the woods safely. This is a big relief for the others. Alexander takes a deep breath and pulls out his cell phone after it buzzes.

"Thank God they're gone." Emmett mutters.

Dragan silently takes credit for their departure while opening a bottle filled with chilled blood. Carlisle, Eleazar, and Jasper goes inside the kitchen to come back with champagne glasses and spoons. They obviously know that Dragan's coven doesn't feed on the blood of animals, but Carlisle has two extra glasses for Sasha and him. "You're gifted?" Edward blurts out loud. "You manipulated Aro and Caius' minds to make them leave. You have the power to manipulate the minds of others."

"Just like you have the power to read minds." Dragan smiles, pointing out Edward's and everybody else's unique gifts. "Alice can see into the future, your wife is a shield, your daughter can break through her mother's shield and project her own thoughts or read others' thoughts through touch. It's kind of like that moronic douche, Aro's gift." Dragan looks over to Kate and Eleazar. "Kate here, has the gift to generate electricity throughout her entire body and Eleazar can sense a vampire's gift."

"How did you know-" Eleazar begins to talk, but is interrupted by Dragan.

"I can do a lot of things with my power. My coven is full of gifted members." Dragan pours the blood into the champagne glasses. Sasha, the Cullens, and the Denalis grab their own glass. They hold them up as Dragan says cheers in Russian: "Ypa." They all take sips of the blood.

"It's wonderful." Esme says with gusto.

"Alexander," Sasha calls his name because he's using his cell phone. "Do you have to use that thing now?" Alex sighs heavily, putting his cell phone away.

"I'm sorry. My assistant is keeping me updated about my nightclubs." He says. "I just had to check if my next shipment has arrived. On top of that, I have to run things through my security."

"You have nightclubs?" Renesmee asks.

"I have two. If you want, I could give you VIP access passes." Alex tells her.

"She's fine." Edward immediately says.

"Dad." Nessie knows her father would never let her go to a nightclub.

"If I had known that there were wolves here, I would've brought Odinn." Alex says to Dragan.

"Who's Odinn?" Carlisle is wondering.

"He's a werewolf and my best friend." Alex explains.

"I thought the werewolves died out by now." Emmett says.

"The Volturi has no knowledge of this and we plan to keep it that way. Our coven believes that we shouldn't hate one another because of our differences. But the Volturi doesn't take too kindly to this." Carissa says while standing next to Kathryn. They share the same gorgeous features except their hair. Kathryn has wavy, but long dark hair while Carissa has long straight hair with red highlights.

"Everyone believes that the Volturi is the most powerful." Stefan hates them.

"The truth is: The Reaper Coven is actually the largest and most powerful coven in the world. They have been for almost five thousand years." Vladimir follows him like always.

"And even though we've become a dominating superpower within supernatural world, we do not want to get caught up in vampire politics. We follow the Volturi's rules except for the fact that we must annihilate all werewolves. Most of our members are extraordinarily gifted, including our army."

"Army?" Jasper questions because he's a master on this topic.

"Our coven has an army of nearly one hundred vampires. We keep them hidden and well fed through the blood banks. Each and every one of our combatants are highly trained fighters. Alexander helped us with this. We have several underground connections for cage fighting. We choose the best fighters and offer them a place in our coven. We don't force anyone to join. If you do not wish to become immortal, we'll leave you be. Our coven rules all of Russia...including it's government." Sasha explicates.

"How do you rule Russia's government?" Alice asks.

"This has been going on for the past three thousand years. We have a treaty with the government. As long as the blood keeps flowing and the party never ends, we will help them with any favors. Dragan has many of government officials, including the police under his rule. We control everything and make sure that everything is running smooth." Sasha says.

"So what about Communism? That was all you?" Bella questions them.

"Here we go." Kathryn rolls her eyes.

"Alexander always hated the idea." Carissa explains.

"I was this close to ripping Stalin's throat out." He gestures with two fingers. "I always hated him. He was a total douche nozzle. I wanted to kill him, but Dragan stopped me." He stands up. "I'm hungry. I'll hunt outside the area." He tells the Cullens, knowing Forks is his territory.

"Kathryn, Carissa, keep an eye on your brother." Dragan orders them and they all leave. All night, the Reapers answer questions and gets to know everyone. The pack doesn't trust them. In their eyes, they are nothing, but bloodsuckers and leeches. Dragan and his coven mates even explain how several vampires have tried to take over their lands. Their most hated rival was a vampire named Raik, who hated their coven because they killed his entire family for trying to expose them. Raik was easily defeated thanks to their most talented members and fighters. The Reaper Coven has all vampires in check within their territory. Many vampires within the world have not heard of them because they like to stay hidden. That is the government's main reason for knowing the coven. They cover everything up. Everyone is truly stunned that there's another coven that is almost as powerful as the Volturi.

(….)

Three Hours Earlier

Boat Street Cafe

Seattle, Washington

The restaurant is very busy today. Samara is serving several tables with a warm smile. The food looks absolutely delicious. She makes sure every customer is doing okay. She's tired because she's been pulling off double shifts and working hard while going to college. Though, she still smiles. Thankfully, her shift is about to end. One of Samara's male co-workers is a real creep. He thinks because he's young and attractive, he can get away with flirting with the waitresses and female customers. One of these days, someone is going to have him arrested for sexual harassment.

By the time she clocks out, the co-worker approaches her with a seductive smile. "Hey, what you doing tonight?" He asks her. Samara just rolls her eyes while gathering her things. "I'm having a party tonight. You should come. We could get a few drinks and spend some time alone." This guy really needs to back off. "I have a bottle of bubbly at home. It'll be fun."

"Sorry, but I can't. I just want to go home and rest for the night." Samara says to him.

"But it's the weekend. We should be kicking it." The guy says.

"I won't be kicking anything tonight," Except his ass if he touches her. "Gotta run. Ciao!" Samara leaves work. She jumps in her car and gets ready to pull off and go home. But before she does, her T-mobile MyTouch rings with the ringtone 'Hey, Soul Sister' by Train. Samara sees that it's her friend, Peyton, calling her. She answers the phone call while sighing. "Hey Peyton."

"Hey, there's a party going on tonight. You coming?" Peyton asks over the line.

"No, I'm going to go home and go straight to bed." Samara admits.

"Oh, come on!You need to let loose."

"I can't. I've been working and I'm really tired." Samara complains.

"Then quit that boring ass job and have some fun. It's our last summer together." Peyton exasperates.

"I can't talk. Gotta go." Samara hangs up on her. She pulls out and drives off.

(….)

Samara's Loft

Seattle City

Samara enters the loft. It's neat and well decorated with brand new furniture. The loft has three bedrooms, four baths, a kitchen, laundry room, and living room. It's roomy with enough space to throw a party. Sitting on the couch in the living room and watching the television is Peyton. She's a Texan at heart with her precious Southern voice and is very popular because she's friendly. Her favorite football teams are the Cowboys and the Longhorns. She's someone that people can easily talk to. Peyton has wavy blond hair that covers her shoulders. She also has fair skin and honey brown eyes.

Peyton turns around and smiles at Samara. "Did you forget that I live here too?" Samara just rolls her eyes and walks on. She ascends up the living room stairs to enter the upper hallway. Peyton drops the remote on the couch to follow her. "By the way, Mr. and Mrs. Parker want us to come over for Brunch tomorrow." She tells her; following Samara up the stairs, down the hallway, and into Samara's bedroom. The room is very neat with a queen sized bed, clean atlas blue painted walls, a desktop with a laptop computer and other electronic valuables. There's a window on the left with white curtains.

"Okay, but I'm still not going to that party." Samara says while taking her shoes off and flopping on her bed. All she wants to do is sleep. Peyton folds her arms to her chest and pouts.

"Oh yes, you are. You need to let off some steam." Peyton tells her. "I think you're just afraid because Cameron's going to be there. You've been avoiding him since we graduated high school."

"This isn't about Cameron. I'm over that lame, high school drama BS." Samara says.

"It won't be a party without you. You're my best friend. Besides, I want to spend some time with you, Carla, and the others before I leave for Paris in three and a half weeks." Peyton says.

"I'll go." Samara goes over to her outfit while Peyton goes over to her dresser. Peyton pulls out a pair of pink G-string. She perks her lips in the cutest way.

"Wear these." She flinches her eyebrows twice. Samara just rolls her eyes and laughs.

"Get out so I can get dressed." Samara points at the door.

"Oh come on." Peyton complains.

"I need my privacy." Samara keeps pointing.

"Show me something I haven't seen and I'll throw a dollar at it." Peyton moves a strand of hair from her face. But Samara is still pointing at the door. Peyton complies. "Don't take too long. The party is starting in two hours." Peyton leaves the room to give Kimmy some company.

Samara closes the door. She takes a deep breath. God, work has been exhausting! Samara sits up and thinks to herself. There is only one way to release the tension in her body, especially her feet...a nice hot bubble bath. She stands back on her feet and heads to her bathroom. The shower curtain is removed as she turns the nozzle for the hot water near her bathtub. Samara grabs the lavender scented body wash container and pours half the entire bottle into the running water along with the bath salts. Once the bath is ready, it's off to heaven. The bath is soothing and relaxing as she sinks into the steamy bath water. But it wouldn't be a hot bubble bath without some soft music and a nice long nap.

Samara doesn't leave the bath for an hour and a half. She leaves the bedroom with a fresh towel wrapped around her wet body. She looks at her outfit on the bed. It's sexy, but casual. Samara dries herself off with the towel. She drops it to the floor. Suddenly, Peyton storms into the room. "Sam do you know where my-You might want to shave that." Peyton's eyes are looking lower. Samara almost jumps out of her skin as she snatches the towel off the floor and covers herself up.

"GET OUT!" Samara yells at her. Peyton rolls her eyes, laughing as she leaves and closes the door behind her. Peyton's hysterical laughter echoes throughout the entire house. Samara grunts out loud. That was so embarrassing. "Shut up, Peyton!" Peyton's laughter just gets louder.

(….)

Samara's Bedroom

Thirty Minutes Later

Samara is now ready. She's wearing a Seamless shredded Mimi dress with black comfortable flat shoes. Her hair and makeup are perfect in front of her bathroom mirror. She's absolutely gorgeous. She's wearing a small black leather jacket over her dress. Samara exits her bathroom. She goes over to her desktop to grab her fully charged cell phone and purse before leaving.

Going downstairs and into the living room, Samara sees Peyton with their friend and roommate, Carla. Peyton is wearing a casual gray shirt with a black jacket, black high heels, tight denim jeans, including her finest jewelry. Carla on the other hand, is wearing a blue halter tie summer dress with a black leather jacket. Carla is dark skinned with blue highlights in her short, silky hair. It's her favorite color. They are all watching the movie, Blood: The last vampire, on the plasma screen television. Carla turns to Samara and sees the outfit that Samara is wearing. Samara barely wears anything this nice except when they go out to important events. She's casual.

"Holy goddess." Carla says, admiring Samara's looks. Samara's mother is definitely rubbing off on Carla because her mother always addresses God as a Goddess. Her mother is a woman, who worships nature and the beauty of the world despite its faults.

"Ready to go?" Peyton stands up and straps her purse on her shoulder.

"I'm ready." Samara checks her bag to see if she has her stun gun. She does.

"Then let's go." Carla and Peyton head to the door. Samara follows them.

Soon, Samara and her two friends climb into her car that is parked from the building of their loft. Carla climbs in the passenger seat while Peyton sits in the back. Both girls are on their phones. Samara starts the engine and is soon driving away. Peyton's phone goes off with the 'I got a text message' Special Ed ringtone. She opens the message and reads it.

"Cameron's at the party." That's the last thing Samara wants to hear.

"Great." She says with a sarcastic tone. "I'll just avoid him. I don't want any drama tonight."

"The others are at the Alpha Beta Omega house. They'll be waiting for us. Besides, I'm still surprised you've been able to avoid Cameron for as long as you have." Peyton says.

"And what is suppose to mean?" Samara raises an eyebrow.

"Oh God, here we go." Carla puts in her ear phones to listen to her playlist.

"Oh, come on. You were all over Cameron the moment you laid eyes on him. I admit, he's smoking hot. He's tall, charming, and irresistibly sexy. He's probably excellent in the sack too." Peyton confesses and Samara looks at her because she doesn't want to hear it. "Cameron had girls all over him while he was dating Samantha. And then he saw you and he started to fall for you because you were always shy and cute like a little chipmunk. Then everything had to go to hell." She's telling the truth. It's all over Samara's face. There is a part of her that really misses him. "And I know that you are a virgin and you'd kept him waiting. He respected that, but...let's just say that guys have needs. He never wanted to pressure you into having sex with him. I have to admit that it's good to wait."

"The only reason why I want to wait is because I'm scared. Being a virgin is big in life. I just want to wait for the right moment to go through with losing it. I want to find the right guy. Someone who I can trust and understand me." Samara says. "I can't trust Cameron. I trusted him once and he failed by grinding against Samantha the night I'd caught him."

"Samantha is just a spoiled brat. She was hurt the day Cameron left her for you." Peyton says.

"That's not my fault. I didn't know he was her boyfriend. I had just moved to town and I didn't know anything. Cameron was too busy flirting with other girls in our school while I was befriending Samantha." Samara implies silently. "Can we please just drop this? All this drama is beginning to become a little cliché in my books." Peyton does drop the conversation. Samara just looks head on while driving. Cameron has been trying to get back with her, but she doesn't want him. She just can't trust him anymore. It'll take a lot time and commitment for her to do so.