I sighed, and then groaned. V's life was in danger, serious danger, unless we took matters into our own hands, because she was made into a vampire and was part of a sort of vampire army, which are completely and utterly illegal, because many centuries ago, a vampire named Benito created his own newborn army and nearly blew the secret of the existence of vampires and the Volturi kill anyone involved and the vampire who created the army in the first place. I knew that I couldn't tell anyone that I was a vampire right now, until after we'd saved the world. I wasn't going to give Necrolai the glory of turning my friends into vampires, because that wasn't who they were, they were humans, like most people I knew.