In Seattle on an Isolated Street, at night.
Raphaim, exasperated, stood next to a late model sedan that lay upside down in the dark street. Smoke came from the engine, a fire ignited. Inside the car, a woman screamed.
"What did I say, about low profile?" Raphaim said. "Something's coming... Something... Bigger than any of us alone. And if you can't... ... control yourselves... We're all going to die."
A male Raven Mocker ignored him, as he pulled the screaming woman from the car and began to feed on her. Nearby, two other Raven Mockers fed on prizes of their own – a prostitute and a bike messenger. Raphaim gave up.
"What's done is done, just... ... clean up after yourselves." Raphaim said.
There was an overpass in the distance – where four people stood, utterly motionless, looking down at the mayhem.
They were the Volturi.
Dallas with her misleadingly angelic face. The hulking Duantia, elegant Elliot and cherubic Shekinah. All wore dark coats with hoods. Shekinah was calling the shots.
"They've already drawn too much attention." Duantia said.
"So has our 'inaction'. Others may begin to question the Volturi's effectiveness." Elliot said.
"Let them." Shekinah said.
"Maybe we should consult with Lilith." Duantia said.
Dallas shot Duantia a look – Searing Pain shot through her body. The dark Duantia dropped to the ground writhing silently.
"Lilith's decisions are being watched. We must decide." Shekinah said.
Elliot carefully, gently touched Dallas' shoulder, interceding. She released Duantia.
"Then decide. It's time." Duantia growled.
Shekinah helped her up. Dallas smiled at Shekinah, utterly uncaring of the agony she just caused Duantia.
"Yes, it is. Either we let them do what they were created for... Or we end them. Decisions, decisions..." Shekinah said softly.
Raphaim sensed something and Looked up, but– the Volturi were gone.
