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The world around me seemed to dissolve and blur. It felt like it was immaterial, like nothing around me was real anymore. It seemed I didn't know anything anymore, only the ripping pain of my heart that was ever-constant. I had no idea how long I was standing, looking over at Godric's remains before I was convinced to start moving. My apathy for moving, or even life, seemed to be at an all-time high at the moment.

I had just lost two of the most important people of my life. Godric, who made me into a vampire to save my life, was executed right in front of my eyes, and I was helpless to save him...until after his death. The others tell me it wasn't my fault, the other members of Godric's coven, but I know I could have stopped it. I could have stopped the Volturi from killing Godric, I had the power. But it was too late. It was only after he was killed I stood up and murdered every vampire I could reach with my power. I was angry, I wanted revenge. I hardly gave Godric's death a second thought before I reach into the bitch, and used her own power to torture Aro. I wanted him to feel as much pain as I did, and now I am utterly sickened at myself.

I didn't even get the chance to kill him. By the time I had killed a dozen or so vampires, one of the older vampires, I was told he was one of the highest ranking Guard, I can't remember the name now, came from behind and before he got close enough to strike, I had taken about six of his own coven and shredded him to pieces mere feet in front of me. By the time I turned around, both Aro and Jane had escaped with the remainder of their coven.

And Jacob, my lover, my soulmate, my Imprinter, was taken during the battle shortly after I was attacked, and from what I was told, sent back to his tribe where he awaits execution. His uneasy past with them, it seems, has caught up with him, and now I stand to lose him as well. Before he was captured, Jacob had suffered an injury that prevented him from shifting into his wolf form. With no way to defend himself, it was only a matter of taking him away from me. And with no way of defending himself, Jacob was about as fragile as a human, and could easily be killed like one.

I was walking behind the group I had rescued from the Volturi during that attack, if you could even call it a rescue. There were only seven of us, and hardly anyone said a word as we walked back to Godric's palace. Our combined grief essentially confined us to human waking speed, or rather nobody cared to go anywhere fast anytime soon.

It seemed like the attack lasted for eternity, but in truth lasted for less than an hour. It was nearing noon now, as the sun was now high above our head, nearly hidden in the gathering clouds. I let my feet do the walking without much conscious thought, as the rest of my body seemed unwilling to do much of anything. I vaguely noticed that the other vampires were glancing back at me in concern. I had no idea if it was sympathy for my...I should really say our loss, as Godric was all of our leaders, sympathy for Jacob's capture, or whether I would snap and go on a death rampage.

Everyone had seen my power, my ability to control minds. It seemed to have exploded into something I could never have dreamed of. With a mere thought, I had dominated the minds of some of the vampires around me and used them to kill each other, and take Jane's mind and use her power, which she used on me liberally, to torture Aro. I didn't even know Godric had his own power, I saw it briefly before he died. It looked like he was able to send out hurls of energy, but it turned out to only delay his death for a short time, as he was still unable to shake off the overwhelming number of Volturi that attacked us.

I hadn't given it much thought, basically because each time I thought about it, it sent a sucker punch into my stomach (apparently, being a vampire didn't dampen any emotional distress from either my mind or my body, with the exception of tears), but as I looked back to that painful moment that happened merely less than an hour ago, it didn't seem like Godric had made as much of an effort as he could have in defending himself. He was extremely powerful, over 2000 years old, and with a power like his, he could have obliterated the other vampires easily. But I was overthinking it, just trying to make sense of everything, but found my mind just plain couldn't comprehend.

I also hadn't given much thought to how many other vampires we lost. Aside from Godric, whom even I didn't know too well, and the Cullens, whom I've only met briefly, I didn't know any other vampires very well. I had no connections to anyone else in this world, so unknown to me. I felt utterly alien, and quite alone. It was at this moment I missed Jacob the most. I could have cried a thousand times during this time between the end of the battle and walking back to the palace, but my body couldn't bring it out. The lack of tears alone was distressing, but it seemed my body didn't even want to process the emotion. I was essentially in limbo with all the emotions I wanted to release. Perhaps everyone around me did have a reason to be more than concerned for me after all.

It was after long while that we had reached the palace. I hadn't heard many voices come out from the outside of the main pathway, and not too many more as we got closer. We passed through the main doors and entrance hall without meeting anyone. The foyer doors were already opened and we found a few vampires already inside. I recognized one of them automatically as Raymond.

He was tending to one of the younger vampires who was still regaining some parts of flesh ripped off from his body, but stopped once we had gotten closer to him and looked up.

"You have returned," he said in a low voice. "I feared we had taken more casualties than I realized. Tell me, have you seen Godric?"

I felt another sucker punch of pain and misery as he said his name again. I was still behind the group of vampires I was with, and nobody seemed to have the ability to say the inevitable. Without even thinking, I had risen my head up enough to face Raymond and say, "He's dead."

"Dead?" Raymond repeated in disbelief. "How is that possible?"

"We were ambushed," Zoe spoke up. "Jane ambushed Jasican while other members of the Guard attacked myself and Blaine. He was killed almost instantly, but I managed to hold myself before I was captured. A short time later, the main family came and rounded up other vampires, but they didn't kill us, only captured. I saw Godric come and rescue Jasican from his second assailant, Alec. After he killed Alec, Jane's attack was focuses upon him and we were brought against our will to surround Godric and Jasican. After Godric tried to blast Aro and Jasican's captor away, both he and Jasican tried to escape, but was futile as Aro ordered Godric killed then and there. There was no hope, we had over twenty vampires around us."

"It is as I have feared," Raymond's head was downcast for a moment before asking, "How did you escape?"

It was at this, the six vampires in front of me turned to look at me. I sighed and looked directly at Raymond, despite the fact I had no will to talk. "After Godric was killed, I had lost control of my body and began a psychological attack against Aro, through capturing Jane's mind. Other vampires tried to intervene, but I had taken their minds with ease and used them to kill each other. One of the older vampires came and tried to attack me from behind, but I used the vampires I took and killed him before he got even close. That distraction was enough to have Aro and Jane escape, with whatever vampire survivors they had."

Raymond stared at my incredulously, "You," he pointed at me, "single-handedly took on the Volturi and survived? A mere newborn?"

"I saw it myself," a shorter, Latino-looking vampire spoke up. "He began to shake and ripple, the vampires that had him almost fell off of him, and he just lifted his hand at Jane and all of a sudden, Aro was on his knees, yelling in pain. All Jasican did was wave his hand and he was able to throw other vampires into each other's deaths." The other five, including Zoe, nodded their head in agreement.

I felt Raymond's stare as I looked away. The few vampires that were in the foyer before us were gasping in awe. I, however, felt sick to the vampire equivalent to my stomach, and it appeared, at least from the outside, that Raymond my be sharing similar emotions.

"Very well," he finally said. "Have you seen any other vampires out there?"

"No," Zoe spoke back up this time. "We kept an eye out, but didn't see anyone else."

"Hmm," Raymond was back in thought. "We've already counted twenty-six lost, based on eyewitness accounts, and now twenty-seven, including Godric, out of our fifty-three total. Has anyone actually been captured by the Volturi before they retreated?"

Another punch to my stomach, "Jacob was taken by the Volturi."

"Any vampires taken?"

The anger within me started to spark again at Raymond's apparent disregard for Jacob's life was revealed, but before I had a chance to say anything, the entrance doors opened. Everyone turned to look at the newcomers: some of the Cullen family and about seven other members of Godric's coven.

One in particular was frantic, I could hear her pleas instantly after they came in. "I can't see him, Edward! I can't see him! Where's Jasper?!" Alice screamed.

She was being held up by Edward and Esme, apparently too distraught for normal (vampire) movement, flanked by Emmett, Bella, Carlisle, and Reneesme. Raymond strode passed us and approached the Cullens.

"Please, Raymond, tell me you know where Jasper is," Alice sobbed. "You have to know, where is he?!"

Raymond looked down before he breathed in and looked back at Alice. "I'm sorry to say Jasper was killed by the Volturi.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OO!"

Alice collapsed on the floor as she began sobbing hysterically and my hope and heart sank even further to hell than I could reach.

All the remaining vampires had come back from the battle. Out of the fifty-three gathered (fifty-four in my head, including Jacob), we had lost thirty-one vampires. The Volturi, from what I hear, had brought over one-hundred vampires to combat us, and partially through my mindless efforts, we had killed only thirty-seven of their numbers.

None of us had any idea if they were coming back sooner or later, but there was no question in our minds that we had only scared them away temporarily. Nobody seemed to be in a position to fight anymore, as most had lost loved ones. The Cullen family, with two lost now, were completely beside themselves, buried deep within depression and sorrow. Alice was one of our greatest assets, with her premonitions, but her grief was effectively blocking her ability, and we were all afraid that the Volturi were biding their time before they came around and finished us off.

Raymond had gathered everyone back into the main foyer after the last survivors came back. "I know most of you are deep in sorrow from the amount of losses we took, but this thing is far from over. We may have scared them off," I felt the gazes of some of the vampires hit me, "but they will no doubt come back to finish what they started. We have to be prepared."

"Prepared for what, dude?" I heard one tall, olive-skinned vampire speak up. "To die? We cannot survive against the Volturi with numbers like that. It's suicide!"

"I am prepared to speak to them and have them cease their attacks on us," Raymond replied.

This promoted an outbreak of commotion amongst the group. I myself didn't like where he was going with this. "Cease their attacks how? By surrender?" I said.

"I never said that," Raymond replied to me. "But we can still find a way out of this without losing anymore lives."

"Yeah, a fat lot of good that's going to do us," I shot back. "Do you mean to have all our deaths we've suffered in vain if you were to negotiate with the Volturi? Godric's death?!"

"This coven was founded to combat the Volturi and reveal our existence to the human world, young one," he spat back. "Now, we can't do that if we are all dead, now can we? This is a major setback for us, and now we need time to settle down and figure out how to complete our mission."

"Mission?" I heard the British accent another vampire throw out incredulously. "Godric is dead, Ray. This was his dream, his mission, and we were a part of his coven. Now that he's gone, what else is there for us to do without his leadership?"

"As his Second, I believe I am now the leader of this coven," Raymond said simply.

"Look, Ray," I heard Zoe speak up now, "I know you were Godric's right hand, but you can't honestly believe that we are in a position to try and continue Godric's plan without him. You may be a good inspiration to the rest of us, but you haven't exactly been experienced at leading us to anything."

"Your concern is noted, Zoe," Raymond said, brushing off her comment. "But as I said, we still have the Volturi to face, and even if..."

"They aren't coming back."

I turned, along with everyone to face the Cullens, Alice specifically, whom had spoken. "I can't see them anywhere in the near future."

"Can you see them at all, Alice?" Raymond asked.

"No, if they are coming back it's too soon to tell," she replied. "I know a few of them are eager to return, there have been no concrete decisions on whether they would return."

"And you know that for sure?" Raymond replied back. "Are you sure your visions aren't impaired by your grief?"

"I...I'm sure," Alice stuttered a bit, trying to prevent herself from sobbing again. "Just because something happens to me, doesn't mean I still can't see."

"Very well," Raymond said. "Then I guess we should try and continue working on the original plan. We'll leave for South America later this week and find more of the covens to join our cause."

This sparked the biggest outburst yet. Many in the form of "Who do you think you are?" to "We're in no position to find anything in our condition." Raymond held up a hand and said, "You have all taken an oath to fulfill Godric's wishes and complete his revelation. I expect you all to comply with that and follow me as you would him. Now please, comfort one another and let's get ourselves up so we can finally complete the mission."

I saw him turn away, but I wasn't going to let him go without addressing my number one concern, "What about Jacob?"

Raymond turned around, "What about him?"

"He was captured by the Volturi!" I shouted out. "He's probably back in his tribe now and who knows how long it'll be before they kill him. We have to go and rescue him!"

"Look," Raymond brought his voice down as he stood in front of me, "Jacob is not my concern, and I'm not about to waste anymore of our people for your lover."

"He's sworn into this coven just like the rest of us," I replied back. "You, as a leader, have an obligation to retrieve your followers should they be captured."

"He is not one of my followers, youngling," he said the last word with distaste. "I would have never let anyone like him join our cause, and I'm certainly not going after that dog to please you. Now you are under my leadership now and you are a part of this coven. I expect you to show your loyalty to it," and he left into Godric's office without another word, leaving me in more anger than ever before, knowing that "it" meant him.