Rosanna stared upwards at the tall line of wolves. The big, black one in the middle was attempting to warn her off by the lifted fur and show of large, sharp canines while the others stood behind him with tense shoulders. She could practically taste the awkwardness in the air. The alpha knew she was half vampire and therefore potentially dangerous but deep down he and the others felt a little foolish for growling at a little girl. This made Rosanna giggle and the wolves raise their hackles further in wary confusion. She reached out a small hand and, ignoring the warning growl, patted the black wolf sweetly on the nose.

"Good doggie."

The wolf let out an affronted huff and sighed, shooting his pack members a dark glare when they chuffed under their breath. Rosanna continued running her fingers across the large muzzle in fascination until her palm was nudged away. Dropping her hand Rosanna squeaked in surprise when large, muscular arms scooped her up from behind. She looked up to see her Uncle Emmett giving the wolves a nod before vanishing towards the house with her in tow. Giggling again she reached up to touch her Uncle's cheek, her preferred way of sharing her emotions, and enjoyed seeing the look of amusement on his face. She laid her head on his shoulder, glad that she had decided to explore further in the woods today. Meanwhile, Emmett was left to muse over the complex simplicity of a child who, just recently, taught herself to draw realistic pictures and write whole paragraphs and then finds great entertainment in adventuring outside to pet a giant wolf nose.

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Rosanna gazed at the two Romanian vampires before her. They stared back. There was no movement on either side for what felt like days for the little girl but was in reality only a couple of hours because she was only half vampire and had to shift and blink at some point which made her stomp her foot in frustration and the Romanian duo chuckle at her little tantrum. The white haired one extended his papery palm to pat her on the head, he regarded her with a strange look, nodding his head and sharing a glance with his darker counterpart. Rosanna tilted her head in confusion and grasped at his palm to get a clearer read on his emotions. Sensing what she was doing, the white haired one gently removed his hand from hers and bowed before both vampires vanished from her sight. Rosanna left the room as well with an annoyed huff and vowed to hone her skills to be ever sharper.

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The time had arrived. Rosanna and her family were to meet the Volturi Coven. She had little butterflies in her stomach but it was nothing compared to the anxiety everyone else was exuding. They were waiting out in the snow. In a wide clearing in separate groups. Renesmee clung to Momma in fear and Jacob and Dad hovered closely to the both of them. Strangely enough, Rosanna felt no fear. Only excitement and a bit of trepidation. These new vampires were supposed to be very powerful and Rosanna wasn't sure what it would take to convince them to leave her family alone. She was ready with whatever she had though and it would have to be enough. The child was growing impatient, however and decided to wander a bit. She trotted over towards Garrett and clung to his leg like she was often want to do. He huffed at her in surprise and disbelief but she only gave him a vague smile. The wonderful emotion hadn't lessened overtime and Rosanna still enjoyed letting it wash over her entire being from time to time. It was like those drugs she read about that kept older people in a constant state of bliss.

She was still clinging to Garrett's pants when she felt him stiffen and the tension in the surrounding air mounted. Rosanna pressed her face deeper into Garrett's leg and let out a tiny growl in her throat as she concentrated. A pleased sound left her lips when she felt the anxiety sink below the surface of the wonderful emotion and Garrett relaxed slightly.

"The Redcoat's are coming; The Redcoat's are coming." He chanted aloud, feeling loose enough to joke a little to further ease the tension. Rosanna noted that it didn't really work.

She felt a wash of emotion radiating from the other side of the clearing. It was like a storm at sea, the way both sets of feeling crashed against her like tidal waves, blending together and soaking her body from head to toe. Rosanna trembled lightly and peeked out from around Garrett's leg to see a line of black advancing on them. A small tremor of butterflies erupted in her stomach at that moment. They looked so intimidating marching together like that. She definitely got the feel of the proverbial army marching on the horizon and suddenly felt terribly small and insignificant. When the line halted and she could more clearly see the individual vampires, Rosanna understood why everyone was so anxious, this was certainly an interesting cast of characters. There was even a vampire who looked bigger than Uncle Emmett!

Three from the line stepped forward and Rosanna missed the first exchange of words because she was staring at them in amazement. One of them stood slightly in front of the rest. He had long, black hair that fell just past his shoulders and completely contrasted with his snow-white skin. He looked similar to her Romanian friends with the same papery texture to his skin and milky red eyes. He was somewhat smaller than his other two companions and currently had an expression on his face that reminded Rosanna of the look her Grandpa Carlisle had given her when he caught her with her hand in the cookie jar. When her ears picked up pieces of the conversation again a name was put to this ancient vampire.

Aro.

She liked it. It seemed to fit him so well.

Rosanna caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye and glanced towards the left to see a snow-white haired vampire who appeared to be a bit taller, broader and older than Aro. He somewhat dwarfed his companion and yet he showed a bit of deference to him as well. Also he had an expression on his face that would curdle milk in five seconds flat. Rosanna stared at him in fascination. His pale crimson lips were curled in a sneer and his milky eyes were like chips of ice with fire in them. This was a vampire you didn't cross. He may have been every bit as ancient as Aro and the Romanian's but he distinctly lacked any aura of fragility that might come with the title. Caius, she heard him referred to as.

Whatever other thoughts she might have had on Caius were snuffed out as a creeping feeling of despair and grief emanating from Aro's right side washed over her little form making her tighten her hands into fists and sniffle into Garrett's pant leg. Rosanna desperately tried to shove it out by wrapping the Bliss Emotion, as she had come to call it, around herself like a shield. When she was calmed down enough to peek out into the world again she saw the third of the three vampires whose very person looked to be wrapped in dark clouds. His hair was also black, like Aro's, but instead of sleek and straight, his flowed down his back in loose waves. He was of a middle height to both of his companions yet appeared the youngest. And his eyes, oh his eyes. Rosanna felt them pierce into the very soul of her being, eyes that had seen…what had they seen? Underlying all of that grief was a memory. She couldn't see it clearly like her Dad probably could but the essence of it was imprinted onto her mind's eye. Rosanna gasped. The emotion surrounding the memory was the very same Bliss Emotion that currently came from Garrett. It was woven into the memory with thick threads and yet something had happened to it. This emotion wasn't bringing him bliss like it had Garrett. It was instead emanating a pain and sorrow so deep that she wondered how the poor thing could keep himself upright at all. She had felt something similar to this once. It was a less clear memory of the time she was in a place that was dark and she was nestled warm and close to her sister. It was just the two of them in warm happiness with their Momma and yet from time to time she could feel this crushing emotion that filtered in from beyond her Momma's safe walls. It had never come close to this though. This emotion had sat in his body for years and during that time had taken deep root within his very heart and soul. Rosanna often used her ability to lessen sorrow and hurt before, mostly for Renesmee but even after centuries of practice she doubted she would even be halfway equal to this task if she were to attempt it. Sadly, Rosanna once again pressed her face into Garrett's leg and waited out the confrontation. All of the thoughts she had before of having strength and determination had completely washed away. She lingered for a while in a haze of gray emotion until she heard Aro say, "I would like to meet them."