A/N: Alright... We know what the Cullens and Elisabeth are doing... But what about Aro? Let's check in on our three favorite Volturi Leaders.

Aro was in his room just staring out his window. Not hearing, not seeing ...not anything. He didn't hear Caius enter his room to make sure he was still alive. He didn't see Marcus stand in front of him waving his hand and snapping his fingers, he didn't even react to the scent of blood the wafted up from the council room during the 'feast'. He just sat in his chair staring out the window.

Marcus and Caius were standing outside Aro's door. "I'm worried Caius... He has compleatly shut down."

Caius nodded and looked at Aro. "Have you heard anymore from Carlisle?"

Marcus shook his head. "Not since yesterday brother. But I trust Carlisle to take care of her."

Caius nodded. "Yes, the Cullen's will take care of her. Should we tell Aro?"

Marcus shrugged and picked up a lose stone. He tossed it up and down a few seconds and stuck his tongue out "Heads-yes, Back-not yet." Caius nodded and he threw the stone. The stone hit the back of Aro's head and knocked him forward. Aro jerked and glared at them.

Caius tapped his finger against his chin thoughtfully, "You know brother, technically you hit the back of his head..."

Marcus gave him mock glare. "Semantics dear brother."

"Why are you two idiots in my room?!" Aro yelled as he lept from his chair.

"He lives!" The two shouted mockingly. Aro snarled at them.

Marcus decided to take pity on him. "Peace brother. We just came to check up on you and to tell you that Carlisle called to check up on you."

Aro calmed down and turned back to look outthe window. He leabed against the windiw sile and sighed. "Brothers, do not take this the wrong way but, Volterra has lost it's appeal to me. I have no urge to hunt, no urge to drink, no urge to rule."

The two other brothers shared a quick desperate look. Caius stepped forward. "Aro.. Before you make any hasty decisions... Why don't you go visit Carlisle. You have not seen him in an un offical manner since he brought younge Edward here after he was first turned. Maybe the visit will do you good."

Aro looked at him and a small smile appeared on his face. "That does sound like a good idea." Helooked back out the window and down atthe people walking in the square. "Humans are so fragile...makes you think maybe they are tougher then us vampires. They have withstood so much and are still thriving. They overcome hardships and live their lives to the fullest... Sometimes I envy them for having such short lifespans."

Caius and Marcus shared another look. "Brother?"

Aro looked at them and shrugged. "Human blood has lost its appeal to me... Maybe it is time for a change." He gave them a small smile. "Maybe a visit to Carlisle will do me good."

All was quiet in the Cullen's house...well...to a human that is. To a vampire well... You had Alice and Esme going over blueprints and color schemes. Carlisle was in his study reading up on a medical text. Rose was tinkering with the cars in the garage. Jasper and Emmett...well those two... were making trouble as usual. Edward was up in his room listening to his ipod and reading a book written in French.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard Elisabeth start whimpering. "..no...stop...please... No more... No... I'll be good...no...stop..." Edward pulled his earphones out and walked over to the bed. He sat down next to her tossing form and gently started to shake her awake. "...no more...stop...no!...MOM!" Edward jumped back when she shot up and screamed. Tears were falling down her cheeks.

"Wha...where..." She looked up and saw Edward in front of her. "Edward?...what happened?" Fuck! I hate these nightmares!

He handed her a bottle of water and a few Kleenexes as he sat down beside her. "Nightmare."

She drank the water and wipped her eyes. "Oh...sorry... They are normally not that bad." Great... Now I'm being am inconvenience. I've interrupted Edward. God I hope no one else heard me...

"Normally?! How often do you have nightmares?"

"Every other day or so. I didn't mean to disturb you." She laid down and threw her arms over her eyes. A few more tears slid down.

Edward laid down next to her and lifted his book. "Oh yes, because reading the original version of Les miserables is so entertaining."

She let out a weary chuckle. Why is he being so nice to me?

He lifted an eyebrow at her. "I shall prove it. Tell me a page number and I shall read it to you."

She smirked. "Tant qu'il existera, en raison de la loi et de la coutume, une condamnation sociale, qui, dans le visage de la civilisation, crée artificiellement enfers sur terre, et complique un destin qui est divin avec la fatalité humaine; tant que les trois problèmes de l'âge de la dégradation de l'homme par la pauvreté, la ruine des femmes par la famine, et le nanisme de l'enfance par la physique et spirituelle de nuit ne sont pas résolus; aussi longtemps que, dans certaines régions, l'asphyxie sociale sera possible; en d'autres termes, et d'un point encore plus étendu de vue, tant que l'ignorance et la misère restent sur la terre, des livres comme celui-ci peuvent ne pas être inutile."

Edward dropped the book and stared at her in shock. She chuckled and then repeated what she said, only this time in English. "So long as there shall exist, by reason of law and custom, a social condemnation, which, in the face of civilization, artificially creates hells on earth, and complicates a destiny that is divine with human fatality; so long as the three problems of the age—the degradation of man by poverty, the ruin of women by starvation, and the dwarfing of childhood by physical and spiritual night—are not solved; so long as, in certain regions, social asphyxia shall be possible; in other words, and from a yet more extended point of view, so long as ignorance and misery remain on earth, books like this cannot be useless." The infamous preface to Victor Hugo's Les miserables. AKA...the longest run-on sentence ever published."

Edward was still staring at her.

"Blink Edward..." Poor guys looks like I just broke his favorite video game. I wonder... She reached behind her and grabbed her pillow. The pillow hit Edward with a small wham.

He shook his and and blinked. "Sorry... I never would have pegged you for knowing French..." He looked down at the pillow, shrugged and placed it behind his head as he leaned against the headboard. "I just knew there was missing something."

She smiled whistfully as she looked up at the ceiling. "My mother... She..." She swallowed and continued. "She wanted me to learn a different language. She said Spanish was the most common one so she wanted me to do a different one. I learned French fairly quickly. Granted Mom and her family were French so they always spoke it around my grandparents. I decided to learn Italian afterwards." She sniffled and wipped her eyes. "She and my grandparents died in a car crash four years ago. Granted mom was sick with cancer and only had three months left... But still..."

Edward sat up and pulled her into a hug. She burried her head in his shoulder and cried. When was the last time somebody hugged me? When was the last time I felt this safe? "I know how you feel Liz."

"You do?"

He nodded and leaned back against the headboard. "I watched my birth parents die from the flu when I was a child. Father was the first to get sick, mother, a few days later and I two days afterwards. Carlisle was the doctor at the hospital when we were there. Father passed first, mother the next. I was at their bedsides when they stopped breathing. My condition deteriorated rapidly after that and I spent the next two weeks fighting for my life. I was on my deathbed when the docs finally found the right antibiotic and started treatment. One month later, Carlisle adopted me." He paused for a second then chuckled. "My mother's name was Elizabeth."

By that time Elisabeth had calmed down and was silently listening to him. "I'm sorry." She lightly smacked his chest and chuckled, "And Elizabeth is a good name. Not much differance in that and Elisabeth... Except of course an 's' and a 'z'. Anyway, it was a popular name when I was born."

He chuckled. "Sorry, your name alone is a reason why I could never date you. Every time I would say you name I woild think if my mother."

Liz smirked. "Does that mean I have permission to ground you if you misbehave?"

Hi eyes widened, and he heard his family laugh. "Don't even think about it!"

She chuckled, "Okay fine, but I reserve the right to be the quirky sister."

"Too late. That title has long been claimed by Alice."

"No... She claims the title 'Mischievous Pixie', I claim 'Quirky older sister that kicks younger brother's ass when he is acting like an ass'."

He held his hand out to her. "Deal. Welcome to the family big sis."

She shook his hand and smiled. "Nice to be wanted little bro."

He shrugged. "You are always welcome in this family Liz. We have only known you a day and everyone loves you already." he looked ather nervously, "Would you tell me more about your mom?"

She softly smiled. "Mom was a pianist. She was always playing our piano when I was younger. She tried teaching me how to play but I never had the patience to learn. Now I wish I had." She wipped her eyes with the fresh Kleenex he handed her. "That's what my dream was about. It always starts of with her playing Fur Elise. God she was good. No matter how many times she played it, it always made the house seem brighter. Anyway, we are playing together when suddenly it changes to where we are in the car with my grandparents. Mom is laughing at a joke grandpa was telling while playing with my hair. Next thing is boom, crash...Mom pulling me under her. Sound of metal hitting metal. Screams. Silence. Quiet groans. Drops of blood hitting my face. Mom's blank eyes staring down at me." She shuddered and he pulled her back in his arms and rubbed circles along her back comfortingly. "It always ends the same with me standing in front of mom's grave while dad is glaring at me and blamming me for her death."

She took a deep breath, wiped her eyes and sat up, "Okay.. Enough sappy crap." She picked up the book and gave him a small smile. "How did you learn French?"

"Alice. When she joined our family she only spoke in French. Drove Carlisle and Esme crazy. I saw it as a challange. So... I learned it. One month after she joined, she and I were conversing fluently in French. Then of course the pixie has to go and start speaking Russian so guess what... I learned Russian. That took a little more time."

She laughed. "Any more Languages you can speak?"

"Mandarin, German, and Portuguese."

She gapped at him. "SIX languages?". He shrugged. " What? I got bored easily not beaing able to sleep at night."

She let out a yawn and stretched out beside him. "Thank you Edward."

He looked down at her and picked his book up. "For what?"

"Making me feel better." And for being what I imagine a big brother would be. Thank you for making me feel like I finally belong somewhere. She closed her eyes and was asleep within seconds.

He smiled and opened the book to where he left off. "Aro you are one lucky son of a bitch." He chuckled and shook his head before he continued reading.

A few minutes later Jasper and Emmett quietly entered the house...yes...quietly. They didn't want to wake up their new sister. Alice quickly bound down the stairs and hugged Jasper. "Everything is in place. By nine o'clock they won't know what hit them."

Edward calmly walked up behind her and smirked at his brothers. "So, do you two feel up to playing one more prank tonight?"

That got everyone's attention. Alice's eyes glazed over and then she beamed. "Edward! You are a bloody genius! Em, Jazz, follow his lead. I can buy you two one hour."

"Aww man... I was hoping to get alone time with Rose..."

Rose walked up behind him and kissed behind his ears. "If you do this one thing, my pet, I will make it worth your while."

Emmett's eyes shot up and he ran to the door. "Well, let's go bro. I gots me a Mistress to come back to!" Annnnd he took off to the woods.

Edward and Jasper both sighed and shook their heads. "Do you think he knows he is going the wrong way?" Alice asked innocently.

The two shrugged at the same time and took off in the opposite direction. Two seconds later. "Hey guys! Wait for me!"

Rose turned to Alice and threw an arm around her shoulder. "So, little sis, do you know what Aro is up to?"

Alice smirked. "Carlisle!"

Carlisle was before her in a flash. "Yes Alice."

She pointed to his phone. "Tell Aro that everything is good to go and that I already sent him an email with flight details and have already taken care of his wardrobe for his visit. Two weeks long is an ideal vacation for him. Tomorrow evening at 9:25 will be the perfect time for his flight. When he arrives it will be overcast and raining."

With having said that she ran upstairs dragging Rose behind her. "Come on Rose! We need to pick out the perfect outfit for Liz to wear Saturday!"

"But that is-"

"She will bump into Aro and they will hit it off. She has to look perfect!"

Rose leaned her head against the doorframe. "No offence Alice but... Were you on a caffeine high when you were changed?"

Alice shrugged and started pulling clothes from her closet. "Not to my knowledge but now that you mention it... Coffee has always smelled pleasing to me for some odd reason. Ooh! Perfect!"

Rose cringed. "Um Ally... I honestly cannot see her wearing anything pink. And I don't think Aro would lke it either." Alice closed her eyes and shuddered before tossing the offending garment. "Ugh...no go." She ran into her closet and was out in three seconds. "I have no clothes that would look good on her! Rose!"

Rose sighed and booted up the laptop. "Okay, imagine what you see her in and see if a store sells it and if you can reserve it."

"Brilliant!"