Tags to add: The Cullens and the Volturi fight again, Rosalie Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Jasper Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Esme Cullen, the Volturi return to America

We swam across the Atlantic ocean, leaving at night as Jane had ordered.

The ocean and its currents were rough, and it took us a couple of days to cross over to North America. It wouldn't have taken us that long if we hadn't encountered a strong hurricane in the middle of it. Jane seethed, not liking to have to deal with the giant swells and the undertows that would have swept us away if we weren't so strong. Even with as strong as we were, we were having a rough enough time battling the ocean.I pitied any human who had gotten caught in an undertow. Eventually we were past the hurricane, and landed on the shore of a state Demitri told us was called Maine. We stayed out of the sight of humans, and began making our way west towards Washington.

We still had about another 3000 miles to travel until we reached the Cullen residence, by Demitri's estimation. We didn't seem to be in any rush, stopping frequently to hunt. Jane reminded Lucia and I to keep it inconspicuous, only picking off those who didn't look like they'd be missed.

Our little group reached the rainy town of Forks, Washington a couple of days after we had arrived on the continent.

"We'll observe for a couple of days," Jane told us. We were hiding in the forest, just barely able to see into the mansion the Cullens apparently called home. It was modern, much more comfortable looking than the castle I called home. "We need to come up with a plan, see if it's possible to separate the ones we want from the rest. Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll all go hunting together, never to return." She smirked and her aura swirled, delighted with whatever thoughts she had come up with.

So observe we did. We stayed far enough away that they wouldn't catch our scent, or put them on alert.

I sniffed, nearly retching at the stench that burned my nose. We had come across it a few times as we moved around, but it had never been this fresh. "What is that smell?" I gagged.

"That would be the shapeshifters Caius told you about," Alec replied, wrinkling his own face. "Foul smelling dogs."

I agreed.

I observed the Cullen's auras as we waited to make our move.

The first thing I realized was the stark contrast between their colours and the Volturi's.

The Cullens all had a golden glow encompassing their auras, and their colours were intricately interwoven into it. They were all surrounded by goodness, and something more - humanity.

Carlisle, their leader, radiated a brilliant, almost angelic white with mixed in with the sheen of gold. It meant he was good, and pure. Esme, his wife, had a lovely beige that seemed almost warmer than Heidi's, emanating love and compassion.

I focused on the ones that Aro wanted us to bring back. Unlike the others, Alice's colours changed often. Due to her visions, I guessed. I couldn't get a feel for all of them. Her aura seemed to be tingling, as if warning her about something. "It seems like she knows something's up," I told Jane, reporting my findings.

She snarled. "So be it. It's too late for them to do anything about it, anyways."

Jasper, Alice's mate, similarly felt like a rolling wave of emotions. It was almost dizzying to look at.

Edward's aura seemed thoughtful, curious. I supposed that was fitting due to his telepathy.

"I can't get anything from Bella at all," I growled in frustration. I could see her in the open living room, reading a book, but no glow at all surrounded her.

Jane nodded, as she had assumed that would be the case.

Rosalie's aura was gold on gold - beauty, all the way. And a little bit of pride. Even for a vampire, I had to admit she was exceptionally good looking. Her partner, Emmett, broadcast great strength through his aura.

The more I knew about the Cullens, the more my readings of them made sense. Jane gave me the rundown on all of them, and everything in their auras seemed to track with what she was saying. She had left out one thing, though - just how good and pure the Cullens actually were.

Are these readings only a self-fulfilling prophecy, though? I asked myself. Am I just making up what the colours mean to match up with what Jane said? I didn't think so. Jane had never once made the Cullens out to be good vampires - the complete opposite, as a matter of fact. But their colours said otherwise.

The stark contrast between the golden Cullens and the Volturi meant something else, too.

It meant the Cullens, the ones Aro wanted under his control the most, were in no way compatible with the Volturi lifestyle.

I mused over this new realization. What would it mean?

The Cullens, as Aro suspected, would have to be forced to join us against their will. They would resist with everything they had. Their incompatibility meant they could never exist as members of the Volturi - the two groups were just too fundamentally different. And they would try to escape Aro's clutches if he did somehow get his hands on them.

What would Jane do with this information?

Aro wanted Alice, Bella and Edward alive, to become his subjects. Jane, however, was a little more irrational. If I told her about this revelation she might see fit to just eliminate all of the Cullens here and now. I was willing to bet on it.

I balked at the idea - how could we destroy such pure, lovely souls? It would be a crime, I decided.

I had to keep it to myself.