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AoPOV

"Aoife!" I heard him yell.

I didn't turn around, just walked straight out of the door. I knew this would annoy him, my ability to put thoughts in others people's heads and make them consider them their own bugged him at the best of times, combined with my ignoring him, he'd be fuming.

For once in a way, I didn't care. He was a bastard. He deserved to think that. I never asked to be born a monster. All I wanted was for him to tell me how I could live without being a murderer. And I knew there was a way. I saw that look they all gave each other. Well, even if my father refused to tell me, I was determined to find out.

I decided that the library would be a good place to start. Three hours and no information later, I wasn't so sure.

I looked up from where I was reading and saw the painting of Papa, Marcus, Caius and a blonde man outside of Volturi castle.

I stood up to take a closer look. I was sure I remembered Papa telling me something about the blonde man. What was his name now? Carlton?

Anyway, Papa has said he was, 'unusually compassionate' for a vampire.

Unusually compassionate? Had this Carlton person perhaps found away to subsist without human blood? To stay strong without needing to kill innocent people?

I heard a noise behind me and turned.

"Hey Aoife!"

"Hey Jane!"

"Watcha doin'?"

"Looking at this painting," a sudden inspiration hit me. "Jane, who's that man in the painting with Papa and the others?"

She stepped closer, "Oh, that's Carlisle Cullen. He lived here for a while a few hundred years ago. He's got a granddaughter like you, you know."

This was news to me, "Really?"

Jane nodded, "Her name's Renesmee. She's about two years older than you are. We'd never heard of one like her, like you, before and this idiot girl, Irina, from the Denali's came, thinking she was an immortal child."

"Denali's?"

"Yep, they're another 'family'," she made inverted commas with her fingers. "Like the Cullen's."

"Like the Cullen's?

"Like the Cullen's?"

"They don't think from humans," Jane explained, matter of factly.

I tried not to make my grin too wide or my voice too urgent. "How do they manage that?"

"Animals."

In that one simple word in a conversation that Jane probably thought meant nothing, was the key to my existence. An existence void of the necessity of murder, and I would be eternally indebted to her for telling me. Especially as I felt a little guilty, Papa was going to kill Jane, but I was way too happy to feel guilty for long.

I threw my arms around Jane's neck.

"Thank you!"

She looked kind of shocked, "Uh, you're welcome?"

"Tell me more!" I begged eagerly.

An hour later Jane had provided all the information I needed and, having thanked her again, just as enthusiastically, I flew out of the library happier than I'd been in a month. This was brilliant!

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