( Whoa long time no type. Sorry. It's been so long I had to go back and re-read all the chapters and to make it worse I found so many errors. Don't I feel sheepish? Of course. Anyways, schools over and someone just added my story to their favorites, which made me remember I had started A New Dawn thus I have returned and will try to be a better infinitely more punctual writer! You know the spiel I do not own The Twilight saga and if my niece who is 3 years old asks me for one more Edward doll I might explode. ha-ha Enjoy!)

I'm having a flash back of my father. The way his eyes would glaze over from drugs the exact way that Aro's eyes did as he sucked my blood and the way father's mouth twisted into a sinister grin just the same as Aro's mouth. Bile rose in my throat and I had to swallow the low growl clawing its way to the surface. He was testing me, seeing how far I would be pushed until I broke, but what he didn't know was that I was testing him too. My scent would cling to his lips and sooner or later Aro and my father would have another thing in common, dying by my hand. The thought had a rush of heat singing through my veins.

I bet Aro could taste my anticipation. I felt like I did the first time I had felt the sun again. Scared yet happy and alive, but the feeling was short lived. Something evil and dark came over me. Doubt. How would it feel to have Aro's neck beneath my fingers or my fangs as the life drained from him? Gratifying? Probably, but would I feel like the same person? Would I still be me or would I be a monster? Maybe, killing Aro would make me no better than him. Doubt, a feeling I had rarely let in since my departure from Fred, assailed me, but worse was the fear of the repercussions of failure. Too many lives were at risk, mine, Dimitri's, Tanya, Fred, even Candy's life suddenly meant something to me, not as much as everyone else's, although still something.

But, these thoughts lasted only a second, just long enough to cloud my mind as a hard knock came from the door. Aro gave my finger one last swipe of his tongue, straightened and licked his lips his eyes closing as if savoring the taste.

"It seems our visit must be cut short. A pity. I feel as if we have become such good friends in know time at all." He whispers then bids the knocker to enter.

Chelsea opens the door smiling and all at once I understand why I had been so confused. She had the power to weaken ties and redirect enemies. This would mean she had tampered with my resolve and confidence that I could save my friends and more importantly had annihilated my concentration.

Panic laced though my body like needle pricks to the skin. Although,, I try to keep my face calm, blank, devoid of anything of interest, I can not help my feet rushing toward the exit. Eyes averted I pass her giving one last sniff of the air. My scent was all over the room. Mission complete.

"Bree. You forgot something. "Aro calls lifting the book I had used as an excuse for coming.

I turn, flash my sweetest grin and put out my hand. He comes, hands me the book and ever so slowly leans in, his hair falling like a curtain to cover our faces as he whisper "Your visit has been very informational. You will come again won't you?"

I give an absent nod and thank him, but his words are spinning in my head. Come again? Informational? This meeting was my undoing. We lock eyes and something in me knew underneath his calm exterior was satisfaction. Aro had seen something that he shouldn't have. He knew everything.

I turn to break contact. Clutching the book I feel disgusted with myself.

"Enjoy!" Aro says with a cheerfulness that makes me want to growl.

The walk to my room was like the walk of shame. I felt like the worst type of failure, the worst kind of person and the lowest form of friend, but what could I do? I needed to regroup, to figure out wither to cut my losses and run or not. I needed a new plan. All this work and nothing to show, but a useless book. I hated that red eyed bastard. Damn him.