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Chapter 7 Aro's POV~

"She threatened me? The leader of the entire Vampire race! I will kill her with my bare hands. I want every vampire in league with the Volturi here in the next few days. She is a warlord, we will see of she can handle a war of this magnitude. I will destroy everything she holds dear!" Aro shouts from his throne, not noticing the looks he is getting from the Guard. Demetri slowly escorts Marcus from the throne room and into his private office.

"We will take out this threat to our power and then, then we will wage all out war on the humans, so no more powerful humans will become powerful vampires like that insipid vile Isabella or Jasper Whitlock. We will take out the entire Whitlock line and make sure that none will ever become Vampire's ever again." He looks at the seemingly normal but frightened vampires around him.

"Afton. Take Santiago and head to Texas. I want you to slowly begin to kill the Whitlock line. Start with the children, then make your way through the adults." Afton nods and exits the throne room with Santiago on his heels. Aro throws himself across his throne and sighs happily.

"We will rule the world contently soon enough."

~~Emmett's POV~~~

Isabella's house in Texas turns out to be her parent's home, it was left to her in her parent's will, and when she came back to Texas not long after joining the Volturi, she got it back from her so-many-great-grand nieces by portraying herself as her own granddaughter that no one knew about. It has been taken care of by her family through the years, and is very large. It is a two story ranch house with four bedrooms, a wrap around porch and swing, with a barn filled with cattle and horses.

"Jasper. Do you want the master bedroom or your old bedroom?" I hear Isabella ask and I look to her after admiring the house. Her skin sparkles in the sunlight, her scars standing out against her skin. Beautiful. He thinks to himself.

"I would prefer to have my old room. Since you and Emmet are mates, you should have the master bedroom. What all has been changed since we left?" Jasper asks as he, Isabella,Jane, Alec, Felix and I step onto the porch.

"It mostly was modernised. Electricity was updated,kitchen was redone. The bedroom were more or less left alone. Everything we had in them were left how they were, par Clayton and Mama and Daddy's rooms. Our great nephew Reed and his wife Alicia keep up the cattle and the horses while no one is here and they get paid handsomely for it every month. I'll let them know we are going to be staying here for a little, that they don't need to continue. But I will still continue to pay them." Isabella explains as she unlocks the door and lets everyone inside.

"I-it still smells the same. I can still smell mama's old perfume, Daddy's aftershave." Jasper mumbles from the middle of the room. I watch as he touches everything in the room before walking into another. The living room still has an old shade of baby blue on the walls, a grey couch, a tattered brown recliner and a flat screen around an old fireplace with pictures on the mantle. I walk over to the mantle. I see a picture of the original Whitlock family. Isabella was still a baby, Jasper looked like he was around twelve. Next was a picture of Jasper in his Confederate uniform all serious and whatnot. Then, the last photo on the mantle was a picture of Isabella, what looks like a few months before her change, in a navy colored dress, cowboy boots with her hair up in a tight bun.

"I was seventeen when I was changed. I know that I don't act like that age, but I did at one point in my human life."
"You know in human terms you're jailbait right?" I joked and she smiled a full smile that took my breath away.

"I am more than a hundred years older than you. So technically you are jailbait Emmett." She replies and I laugh as we walk through the rest of the house, letting the others get accustomed and to let Jasper recall his human life. We walk up the stairs, down the left hall and she opens a door on the right.

"This is our room." The walls were a dark grey, a king size bed took up the majority of the room, a cedar chest at the foot. Dark cherry wood dressers and a desk were in each corner.

"It's amazing. Thank you for letting me come with you. I know that you are accustomed to having a mate, I want to know how you want to go forward?" I ask turning to face her after I stepped into the room.

"I know that you thought Rosalie was your mate, that you had a lot of sex. I know I may not be her, but I am not very touchy. I do not like touch very much at all, but with you, it doesn't bother me. I would like to become friends, and then lovers. I know how mates are in the first years. The need to mate and mark one another is very powerful. I'm willing to try. But when the war that I feel coming, actually comes. I want you to know that I will not stand by and let you fight for me. I can take care of myself." I nod and open my arms to her.
"Let's take a few minutes to rest, then we will get ahold of all of your contacts. I know that you already called Peter and Charlotte. That they probably already grabbed Garrett and Alistair on their way here." She nods and melts into my embrace.

We can get through this, and in the end I may not have the family I once was adopted into. But I know in this one I will not be seen as the oblivious dolt with no opinion. I have my mate and I have a new family. My life is good.