Here is chapter two! I am so glad people actually like this story. I am trying to update as many of my stories while I am on a brief break between spring semester and summer session. Sadly it is only ten days but I will update as much as I can. Thank you all so much. Cookies to you!

Disclaimer: If you recognize it. I don't own it.

When she came to her own feet she was in a large library. Everything around her was very ancient Roman style. She now sat on a couch nearly on the verge of a panic attack.

"La mia regina devi respirare" (My Queen you must breathe) She gasped as she looked up at two men. One was tall and all muscle, the other shorter, and a tad lankier. But both of them had blood red eyes. The eyes that haunted her dreams since she was little.

"Where am I who are you?" She demanded as she tried to control her breathing.

"Please relax we mean you no harm." The shorter of the two said softly as his eyes remained soft. "You are still in the palace at Volterra. However, you are still underneath the clocktower and the city. This is the true palace.

"Why did you bring me here?" She demanded as she pressed herself up against the back of the couch.

The two looked at one another briefly before the smaller one sat down in a chair before her. "My name is Demetri. I am a member of the Guard here for the Volturi."

"You aren't human are you?" She asked him softly as she finally was able to catch her breath. She saw them hesitate before Demetri's shoulders relaxed.

"You are very observant My Queen."

"Y-your Queen?" Cordy's eyes widened as she stared at them. "I am not a Queen."

"Yes, you are. You are our Queen." He looked up at a painting behind her head. Slowly her own head turned and her heart leaped from her chest as she stared up at it. The painting was a woman...and the woman looked just like her. If not exactly like her. "That's..."

"You." The taller one finished for her. His deep voice startled her slightly as she turned back to him. "Centuries ago a Seer foretold that the kings of the Volturi would have one true Queen. Their true mate. She described you perfectly down to the tiniest detail. Except for your name...Master Caius then painted your portrait so we would all know your face. So when the day was to come when you finally came to us we would know you."

Cordy stared at the two as she tried to process what the hulking mass of muscle had told her. "Felix," Demetri spoke softly "Go and inform the kings. I will stay here with the Queen."

The Queen...they kept calling her that word. Half of her felt as if she wasn't worthy of being anything such as a Queen. While the other half...it felt...right. The larger man, Felix, left the library quickly. "Tell me...you feel it do you not?" Demetri asked her as his eyes seemed to bore into her soul. "You feel the sense that you belong here don't you?"

"How could you know that?" She asked as she felt a tear trickle down her cheek.

"Because it is fate. Fate brought you to us, my Queen. We have been waiting for you, for so long." He offered her a gentle half smile. Then...the door was nearly ripped off its hinges. This caused Cordy to cry out as she jumped back further into the couch. Looking up she saw a tall man with blonde hair and alabaster skin. And his eyes...those deep ruby eyes stared at her. They were wide and full of longing when he gazed upon her.

"Il mio amore..." She stared up at him as he gently walked to her. His hand reaching out to take hers. "Bellissimo..." he waited for her to take his hand. Her chest was rising and falling fast as she looked up at him. Shakingly she took his hand. His skin was like cold marble. She felt that he could probably tear her arm out if he pulled too hard. But he didn't...he was gentle as he pulled her to her feet. "Il mio bellissimo angelo..." My beautiful angel. His voice was ever so soft as if he was crying. But no tears came. His lips pressed to her hands, then her fingers and palms.

She heard the sound of footsteps, a set of two, coming to the library. When she looked up she saw two more men. One with lush dark brown hair, and the other, black as night. Yet both held the ruby eyes. They stared at her with soft lungful eyes. "Il mio cuore" my heart. The tallest one said, the brunette, walked forward with his hands extended towards her. "Can it be?" His voice was heavier than the blondes but just as mesmerizing. He gazed at her a long time. "It is you." He pulled her into an embrace. His chin laid perfectly upon the top of her head.

Cordy was overtaken by a sense of warmth, despite the fact. they were so cold. She felt as if she had finally come home after being away for so long. It felt right being held and touched by them. The blonde came up behind her nuzzling her hair. Cordy opened her eyes and gazed upon the black haired man. His hand laid upon his chest as he stared at her. Slowly she pulled from the brunette and walked towards him. "Il mio amore. My name is Aro." He said softly "May I ask your permission to touch you?"

"Why do you need to ask permission?" Cordy asked curiously for the other two did not ask.

"You see my dear. The moment I touch you I will see every memory and every thought you have ever had up until now."

"Everyone?" Her eyes stared up into his as she took another step forward.

"Yes, my darling." Slowly he held out his hands and much to his surprise she took his hands in her without hesitation. Aro closed his eyes as he felt her memories flooding his mind. He saw her cruel father. The times he would hit her and make her cry. The missed birthdays. Her family ignoring her all but her Uncle. How he wished he could shed a tear for her. "Oh, my sweet Cordelia..." he murmured softly as his eyes opened.

"Cordelia..." The other two murmured her name as if it was the sweetest sound in the whole world.

"My dearest I swear to you. From now on your life will be nothing but happiness. We will love you and care for you in the ways the world has forsaken." He kissed her hands much like the blonde one had done before.

"My darling," said the tall brunette "I am Marcus." He too took her hand and kissed it lovingly before he planted a kiss on her cheek.

"I am Caius." The blonde spoke finally as he repeated what Marcus had just done. Caius?...wait...she looked to the painting.

"You painted that...I mean...me." She looked at him and he smiled softly.

"I did. I had to. It gave me something to hope for. Whenever I looked upon your face Il mio Dolce Angelo." My sweet angel. All the pain of not being with you went away." Caius pulled her close to him and began to nuzzle her once more. A soft purr like sound came from his chest. Cordy instantly melted against him as Aro and Marcus came up from either side and did the same.

"Welcome home my darling."