THIS IS A BIG WARNING: This chapter may disturb a few individuals. If it does, I apologize but this story is M rated. You can't expected it to be rated just for detailed lemons.

(sigh) You have been warned . . .

Oh, and I'm having some trouble with my computer so I'm not going to be able to update until Sunday. Sorry!

XIII

(Edward POV) Prague Research Centre, 7:30 am . . .

We were guided in by our limo driver; a male vampire with dirty-blond hair. He didn't speak as he lead us into the building. My over-protective nature took me over and I wrapped my arm around Bella's waist. She didn't seem to mind though. She actually moved closer to me so I could and wrapped her own arms around me. The others did the same thing. Normally, they wouldn't, knowing we could take care of ourselves, but this was a different situation. From what Bella told us, Desmond was extremely dangerous and we weren't taking any chances.

Our guide stopped and opened a door into a dinning room. He motioned for us to enter. We did and the door shut behind us. We looked around. The room was elegant; a long, oak table sat in the centre with twenty-one chairs surrounding it; the walls were painted a deep red to match the carpet and ceiling; a crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling; and two long black candles were lit in the centre of the table. All in all, it look nice but it gave us all an unsettling feeling.

A door on the opposite side of the room opened and a tall, brown-haired man walked in. His skin was even whiter than our own and the underside of his eyes were purple. He greeted us with an evil smile, "The Cullens. Welcome. I, as you may have surmised, am Desmond. Please. Sit."

We took our seats, knowing better than to disobey him. He sat at the head with Jasper and myself on either side. Bella sat next to me and Alice next to Jasper. Rose sat down next to Bella and Emmet settled beside Alice.

More vampires came in, dressed as butlers. They held trays of wine glasses and wine bottles. They set a glass in front of each of us and filled them with blood from the bottles. Bella was right. This was a dinner party.

Desmond growled and the butlers left. Once gone, he smiled, "I've heard much of you all." He took his glass in his hand, "You're an interesting coven. Living for years among humans with only one ever discovering your true nature." He motioned to Bella.

She took her own glass with a hardened expression, "In all fairness, a werewolf gave me the answer."

He grinned broadly, flashing his fangs, "Disgusting creatures, aren't they?"

"They would say the same about us." She took a sip of the blood, flinching a little at it's freshness. After a moment, she asked, "Double o negative?"

"The rarest kind." He drank too then motioned for the rest of us, "Please. We're all vampires here."

Bella gave us a look, warning us that we should listen. We did.

Desmond smiled, "So, you've all converted already."

"Converted?" Alice asked.

"I told you Desmond watches vegetarian vampires," Bella said in a cold tone directed at our host, "It's not surprising that he was watching you since we lived in Forks."

Desmond laughed, "Indeed I was. Quite a remarkable time there. Edward here falling for a human that has the scent he's most addicted to; a human being accepted by a vampire family; an escape from the Volturi; then Isabella and Edward are to wed; and, finally, the army of rogues sweeping through."

He chuckled as we sat shocked. How could he know so much?

"You are quite the amazing group." He held up his glass and observed how the blood swirled at the simplest move of his wrist, "And your powers are extraordinary; Alice's visions, Jasper's manipulation of emotions, Edward's telepathy, and even Isabella's hold over another's power. Truly extraordinary."

"You seem to know a lot about us already," Emmet said, "Why have you really brought us here?"

His expression turned serious, "You've come here to try to free Carlisle and Emse Cullen. I've invited you here to give you your options. Either return to your home in New York-" He smiled, "-or join my coven."

"We're not murderers," Bella stated quickly, "We're not going to join your band of cutthroats."

"I thought you'd say that." He drained his glass, "Alright, my driver will take you to a hotel. As long as you choose to stay in Prague, you will stay at that hotel. You can leave to do some sight seeing but, if you're found anywhere near this building, you will be taken in."

We all sat back and silence descended into the room. We were all thinking the same question but Jasper was the one who asked it, "What will happen to Carlisle and Emse?"

"They still have three days to convert. Beyond that, the matter is none of your concern."

We all hardened. What right does he have to hold them prisoner then say it's none of our business?

A knock came on the door. We looked. A group of vampire's entered. Desmond stood, "Ah, the rest of our dinner party has arrived. Now, our fun can begin."

The rest of the guests took up the chairs, except for the two beside Emmet and Rose. Bella whispered to us as the guests talked, "We're being treated as guests of honour."

"Why?" Jasper asked.

"Because we sit at the head of the table. Next to Desmond."

"You never mentioned this as part of the dinner party," Rose said.

"I was hoping we wouldn't be staying for this." She sighed, "Just remain seated and don't look at the sight."

"What sight?" Alice asked.

The door opened again and a struggling, blind-folded male was brought in. I saw Bella's eyes flicker and her hand took mine. She started squeezing painfully hard. I wondered what was going on to make her so afraid.

The human was thrown onto the table. Bella took in a shaky breath. Suddenly, the vampires attacked him. Rose and Alice turned away but not before we saw the blood fly and we could all hear the screams and cracking bones. Bella's hand tightened on mine and I knew she would've started crying if she was human. I squeezed back and I'm sure we broke each other's fingers. Finally, the screams stopped. I looked. Blood was everywhere and the male was still on the table. Deep gashes and broken limbs indicated a very painful death.

Desmond had a satisfactory smile on his face as he refilled glasses of blood. Rose looked at Bella, "He can't actually expect us to drink it!"

She sighed, "We have to. If we don't, he kill us and, no doubt, Carlisle and Emse."

We shakily took the glasses and drained them. It was hard, knowing who this blood belonged to and how he never knew what hit him. I shuddered again and again and almost coughed on it. It was so fresh and warm.

But, the worst was yet to come. A young child was brought in next . . .

Before you explode in the reviews, I remind you, I did warn you about this chapter.