Emmett's POV

She was avoiding me, but that wasn't going to stop me. I was determined to make her mine – she was mine, and she had been since the moment I'd laid eyes on her. Mine and no one else's.

My large body was wedged uncomfortably into an alcove as I laid in wait for Rosalie. A large grin spread across my face; I couldn't wait to see her.

Rosalie came down the corridor, her slim hips swaying from side to side with each step she took. I suppressed a groan; she was so fucking sexy. I wanted her beneath me, over me, next to me, any way I could have her. As she drew closer my heart began to race.

Her jeans looked as though they had been painted on, and her top outlined her every curve. My mouth went dry just looking at her. As she came even with me I leaped out and pinned her to the opposite wall, placing my hand behind her head. She grunted as her back made hard contact with hard-packed dirt.

Before she could get a grasp on what had just happened, I pressed my lips to hers. For several moments her mouth lay slack beneath mine, but as my lips shaped themselves to hers, she slowly came alive. Her fisted hands unclasped and grabbed as much of my shirt as possible, pulling me into her sweet body. A tiny whimper escaped her lips as I pulled back from the kiss to smirk down at her. It took a moment for her glazed eyes to focus.

She scowled up at me, "What the fuck, Emmett!" Her eyes flashed up at me. I grinned even wider down at her. She slammed her closed fists on my chest, but I barely felt it. "Let me go," she demanded.

"Tsk, tsk. Where are your manners?" I mused with a shit-eating grin.

"They're about to be shoved up your ass."

"Ooh, sounds fun. I like to play rough," I commented, leaning down to run my nose along her neck, drawing her heavenly scent deep into my nostrils.

"Let me go, you pervert," she commanded with a snarl.

"Kiss me first," I ordered.

"No!" she shouted, infuriated. I ignored her and swooped down to claim another kiss. Her soft lips pillowed mine as I sought entrance to her mouth. Her lips parted, and I slipped inside; she bit my tongue.

I pulled back. "Play nice," I instructed before leaning back down. Rosalie clamped her lips shut and tried to turn her head away, but I persisted, until she slammed her knee deep into my groin. My knees gave out, and I fell to the ground, tenderly cupping Little Emmett and Co.

"Don't fuck with me," she said and stalked off.

It was a long time before I was able to get to my feet and gingerly head home. She might have won this battle, but I had finally gotten my kiss. And the way she had melted in my arms only further encouraged me to pursue her. She wanted me; she just didn't know it yet.

I was gonna be late. Crap. I quickened my pace as I raced down the hallway. Edward had called a meeting to go over the profiles of the Volturi, and since I was a new operative, it was imperative that I be there.

With a sigh of relief, I realized I had managed to arrive on time but not early enough to choose where I wanted to sit. All of the seats were taken…except for the one by Rose. Perfect, a smile slipped across my lips, and I sauntered on over to plop down beside her. She was gonna be so happy to see me.

Her head slowly turned to appraise me. "I thought I told you to not fuck with me."

"I'm not, at least not yet, but my schedule for tonight is open." Raise the roof! That's right, bitch. Walked right into that one!

Rosalie leaned in closer to me, and I took the opportunity to admire her breasts. Amazing, like the rest of her. My eyes finally rose to meet hers. "I will end you if you don't back the fuck up and get away from me."

"Anyone ever tell you that you've got the mouth of a longshoreman?"

"Fuck off!" She whipped back around in her seat to face the front. Edward was standing at the front of the room, his eyebrow raised in my direction. I sent a thumb's up his way; I was melting my ice queen, and it wouldn't be long before she was a puddle at my feet.

"All right, let's get started," he began as the first image appeared. An olive complexioned man with wavy hair to his shoulders was on the screen.

"Looks like a regular fruit cup to me," I said, leaning back in my chair.

"Exactly what he wants you to think; this is Demetri. He is a top member of the Volturi guard and one of their best trackers. He is responsible for the destruction of the Appalachia and New Charleston communes. His main function is simple: find members of the resistance and annihilate them," Edward explained.

My fists clenched. So this was the guy responsible for the death of my family; he was mine to take out now. Rose glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. I unclenched my fists and shot a grin her way. She hmmphed and focused back on Edward.

"This is Felix. He is another member of the Volturi guard. His main purpose is to act as brute force. If the Volturi are unable to persuade someone with reason or coercion, then Felix takes over." I studied the new picture. He, too, had olive colored skin, though his hair was cropped short.

"Moving on, here we have Alec. He and his twin sister, Jane, are very important to the Volturi. They possess a great deal of sway within the organization. Don't let his size fool you; he's very dangerous and not to be trusted. His twin sister, Jane, is even more worrisome. She revels in other people's pain and gets a sadistic amount of joy from hurting others. Where Alec is calm and cool, Jane is fiery and erratic."

Jane's empty eyes stared back at me; they were void; empty of any and all soul. They were the eyes of a true sociopath. I glanced at the picture of Alec; his eyes weren't dead. He seemed to still possess some semblance of a soul. Rosalie shuddered.

"What's wrong, Rose?"

"Her eyes . . . that little girl has no soul," she whispered, her voice sounding choked with tears.

"She's not right in the head, Rosalie. You heard what Edward said."

"Yes, but, what happened to make her that way? Who stole her soul?"

"I doubt anyone stole it. She probably lost it all on her own." Rosalie's eyes met mine; they were filled with pain. I grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze before setting it back in her lap. She gave me a small smile and turned towards the screen. It seemed my ice queen could thaw out every once in a while.

"Finally, those three are Aro, Caius, and Marcus," Edward said. I studied the three old men that had destroyed our world. All had long hair, though it varied in shade and length. One had cloudy eyes, probably due to cataracts.

Three old men and their desire for total power and absolute domination had killed my family, wrecked my world, and destroyed everything I had once known. Blood lust began to pump fiercely through my veins, and my adrenaline hiked up.

I wanted their blood on my hands, their lives dependent upon my whims, and their dead bodies at my feet. A low growl curled my lips, and a staying hand was laid on my arm. It was Rosalie, and her eyes begged me to calm myself. I was slowly able to rein myself in.

"Commit these people to memory. Our plan of action is to kill off the parts of the body before striking for the brain. Once all the peripheral people are out of the picture, we kill the Volturi and reclaim our freedom. We need to plan carefully to accomplish what we have set forth to do. Any slip-ups and we're all dead.

"Our first order of business is to take out Demetri. He poses the greatest possible threat to us right now. His tracking skills are unsurpassed, and we are not at a point where we could sufficiently defend the commune if they were to attack. Once Demetri is gone, we move on to Felix, then Alec and Jane, and finally Aro, Caius, and Marcus."

I could already feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. I wanted to be the one to take out Demetri. It was because of him that my family was dead. My mother, my father, my little sisters, and brothers were all dead because of that bastard. He was mine to kill.

I knew I would have to discuss this with Edward, but I was sure that he would give me Demetri's kill.

Quickly, I glanced over at Rose. Her head was bent, her hair shielding her gorgeous face from my view. 'God, she's beautiful,' I breathed to myself.

When I was finally able to tear my eyes away from her, I realized that the meeting had ended. Edward was leaving the room, so I jumped up from my chair and raced to catch him. "Edward, can I talk to you?"

"Yes, what do you need?" He looked somewhat impatient, as though he'd rather be somewhere else. His green gaze focused on me after a moment.

"I want Demetri. I owe him a little something." The words were harsh and full of hate. There was no way that was going to escape Edward's notice.

His brows creased and he pursed his mouth. "I really don't think that would be best, Emmett. It's quite obvious you are too emotionally involved, and that makes for mistakes; mistakes we can't have. I'm sorry, but no."

"Edward, man, this bastard is the reason my family is dead. I need to kill him. I have to kill him, for my family." I was all but begging.

"No, you're not thinking clearly. When you kill for revenge it consumes you: heart, mind, body, and soul. You will make careless mistakes and do anything necessary to ensure his death. But in doing so, you will endanger our plans and us. We can't have that. I'm sorry." And with that he walked away. Enraged, I whipped around and slammed my fist into the wall. Dirt showered down on me. I growled.

"Calm yourself down, Emmett. We don't need you tearing down the whole fucking commune just because you didn't get what you wanted," Rosalie snapped as she brushed past me.

"You know you want some of this!" I shouted at her back. A one-fingered salute was her only response.