Part 1 - Chapter 8: Meet and Greet

Vladimir and Stefan had loved me. I was fine with it. Vladimir had the same coloring as me with silver hair (albeit his was more blonde, but close) and red eyes. I enjoyed their stories of the Volturi. Unlike everyone else, we were the only three not afraid of the large group. The three of us also took time trying to discover my true power. We experimented with my shape-shifting as the rest of the vampires sauntered into the Cullen home. There were a resounding forty vampires in a single place.

Jacob was almost always gone to tend to the new Quiluete werewolves as we discussed a game plan. It was certain that the Volturi would want a fight this time. And if the werewolves were willing to fight, we could possibly have an almost fair fight. Soon, eleven more vampires showed up from all over the place. There was one in particular named Marina that lived in the ocean with her mate Lana. Lana was much more open to the land than Marina and the two of us bonded a bit.

I bet with Vladimir, Stefan, Lana, and Marina that I could go the longest without feeding and I won. While the two girls rarely fed on humans because of their location, they were the first out. And the men were out soon. And I didn't hunt for another two weeks after that. Everyone puzzled over that as I sat looking still like a newborn. I stayed my distance from Zafrina and she from me. I was glad Renesmee and Carlisle were there to be gracious hosts because I was very reluctant towards many.

The Irish coven looked awful. They were weak and I somehow knew this was a result of their attempt at becoming vegetarian as we were. They would be the first down in a fight. And we had three hybrids in our group: Renesmee, Nahel, and Pierre. Pierre was one of the last ones to join us. He hung out quietly with my group as we goofed about. We were the outcasts a bit. I was, at least. I got him addicted to cigarettes. We vampires couldn't do that, but he always had one in.

The nine others who had joined us were rather new. They weren't friends with Carlisle, but had heard of his coven and had been curious. Along with Pierre came his mate Molly. She was a younger vampire than I and Pierre had happened upon her in Wales. She became an addition to our group along with a gay vampire named Vincent. Pierre was tall with crimson hair to match his eyes. He had dyed it as a twenty-three year old human before being bitten by a vampire on the way home from a rave.

Molly was nice and quiet. She resembled Renesmee in the slightest bit with her petite structure and brown hair. While she was vegetarian, Pierre was a human eater. She was technically older than him because she was twenty-three when bitten, but she looked so much younger. Vincent didn't talk much, but we knew he was from Africa somewhere. That was all. Marina and Lana were quite different than any vampire I'd seen. Marina had curly, black hair and Lana had platinum blonde. They both looked fish-like in some ways. Water-logged. They didn't know who had bit them, but had been bit in the ocean together.

Rosalie and Emmett started their own group beginning with a couple named Juno and Jupiter. They had changed their names soon after they had met each other. They were from the Roman Empire and escaped together surviving off of humans. Both were tall, intimidating, blonde, and strong. Stronger than Emmett actually. Those four were the only ones in that group.

Renesmee was constantly buzzing about with everyone. But she had a special place for Zafrina and Benjamin. Esme stayed close to a German woman named Gretchen and Jasper enjoyed an ex-Nazi vampire Kurt and his mate Risa. While Risa was a gypsy with dark hair and skin, Kurt was blonde as the stereotypical Nazi. He didn't like to talk of his past with anyone but Jasper. Alice became fast friends with Risa because she had omniscience also. But hers was slighter. She can tell small details like she had been as a fortune-teller in her other life.

The last to join us was a man named Xavier whom only wanted to fight. He didn't care if it was with the Volturi, but he wanted bloodshed. As if we had any. He was a broody vampire with dark hair and red eyes. He was shorter than most, but we knew not to cross him. He, Emmett, and Jupiter often got into little fights. But what could you expect when you had fifty-one vampires of extremely different nationalities, ethnicity, and backgrounds?