CARMEN'S POV

This wasn't me.

Killing people, violence, it just wasn't me. I had never intended to harm someone before, and I didn't like the feeling. It gave me a weird sense of adrenaline for a second, but after that remorse shattered through my body.

I remember Carlisle telling me of the time that he had found a small girl during their fight with the newborns, she had been innocent. What if I had killed someone who had not intended to fight?

Even if the Guard had wanted to, that didn't make it right. They had been a human once, with friends and families, some would even have had children. They were of course different now, of course, but that was merely because of Chelsea.

She had made them feel attached to the Volturi; they hadn't made the decision by themselves. The decision to be a murderer.

If those people had not been changed, they would have lived normal live, and whenever killed one of them, it felt like I was taking a normal life.

That didn't change the matter that I had to fight though, I knew that I would defend my family if was a choice between their lives, and the lives of my enemies, it wasn't a hard choice for me.

Suddenly, I heard an awfully familiar voice. Screaming.

Without thinking, I immediately began to run in the direction of the noise. It was a complete reflex action, and for that I was thankful because if I had thought about it, I wouldn't have been fast enough to get there in time.

Kate was on the ground, her mouth open, her eyes bulging. Her hands were clawing desperately at the pure white snow, her legs kicking out desperately. I had never before seen her so utterly helpless.

There was a tiny vampire standing over her, her eyes a glowing red. She wore a black cloak that covered most of her skin, and it barely showed any of face apart from her eyes.

Without thinking, I immediately grabbed her, and ran a current over me, focusing all my energy on her. I pinned her to the ground, and waited for some sign that she was in pain, but she merely looked confused.

I pushed the current all of me, and every single fiber of my being was focused on making her pay for hurting my sister. Right on cue, there another scream from behind me.

Without thinking, I spun around.

All I saw was a canvas of snow and trees, no Kate. I hissed in frustration, then snarled in pain as two hands grabbed me from behind, seizing my throat.

Before he could crush my neck, in a flash of sand one of the wolves ripped of her head, giving me a small nod with his shaggy, yellow, head.

I ran off, now only focused on finding Kate.

As I ran, I turned my head as far as it could go in every direction, forcing myself to see her, where could she be?

I turned around to see Marcus. Something like recognition shot through me, as he smiled at me in a way that wasn't friendly, but wasn't angry.

In a flash, he fell to the ground as Kate smashed his head from behind. He grunted, seeming neither to be in pain nor to be angry. He gave a small nod of his head.

Kate fell to the ground writhing, she let out a bloodcurdling scream, and her arms flailed about. She didn't need to breathe, but she let out desperate gasps. Jane.

Sure enough, behind me appeared the small figure of the guard member.

I turned towards her, but before I was able to even come close to touching her, I was on fire.

Worse than the pain of transformation, every dead vein in my body was burning. I couldn't even see over the pain.

A thousand burning knives were piercing through my head; a million horses of steel were trampling on me. I couldn't think about anything except for the pain.

I couldn't hear anything, apart from a piercing scream. It was probably mine, but I simply could not tell. Any action that I performed now would only be a reflex; I had no control over what I did.

I was smoldering, and every second the flame got brighter, hotter, and stronger.

I didn't want one more moment of this pain, I didn't care if that meant death, in fact, I was begging for death.

In one second, the pain was gone. I was free from the fiery grip. I looked around, and saw Marcus on the ground, tackling Kate. Jane was nowhere.

I ran over to him. I ripped of his arm and his leg without thinking. This needed to end. He didn't fight me, in fact, he now watched as I destroyed him.

He watched me through hollow eyes.

"I never should have created you," He said. His voice was croaking and dry, it was obvious that he hadn't used it in years.

I looked up.

His face was reminiscent, almost slightly sad, though a smile was playing at the edge of his lips.

"What?!" I spat. He hadn't created me, I knew who did. The man that saved me. Had I really never learnt his name? He was faded in my mind, I couldn't remember his face.

"Three-hundred years ago?" He asked, "You were in your fathers tent. I came in there every night. Then, when you were injured, I did the only thing I ever could to save you. I bit you." He said, and an image flooded into my mind.

I was being brought into a huge room. Three men were sitting on thrones in the middle, regarding me as uf they were bored.

"Her crime?" asked one in the middle chair, fiddling with his fingers.

"Failing to be obscure," Said the person on my right side, his voice was deep.

For a second the middle one seemed to contemplate me, then he said, "Kill her."

I gasped, though I did not need to breathe.

"No," whispered the one on his left. Both men turned to look at them, surprise in their eyes. The middle one held out his hand, but the left one replied with a simple shake of his head.

"Very well," said the middle one, humor in his voice.

"She must join us though," said the one on the right, he turned to the left one as if asking him to object.

"Very well," he said. I recognized his voice then, but from where I wasn't sure…

So it had been him. He had been the reason that I lived.

I froze where I was, unable to move.

Kate came behind me, and ripped off his head. I didn't have any time to react, and if I had, what would I do? I couldn't object, he was a member of the Volturi. In fact, worse than that, he was a leader of the Volturi.

And he was dead.