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AN: Bahh! I can't believe people are reviewing! Thank you so much guys! I made the new chapter a bit longer.

Suddenly the spacious room seemed too crowded. Or maybe that was just me. Deidre was right, the others have arrived. Three gorgeous male vampires were sitting around the room, all eyes on me. I was being scrutinized by their gazes and I felt incredibly small.

The first one, also the tallest was broad and muscular. He looked older then me. His short blond hair was smoothed back with a couple of angry strands falling to the front. He was sitting on an old chair that seemed to be barely supporting his weight. He had cruel good looks, and piercing green eyes that didn't seem to leave my form. His beautiful face was wearing an annoyed frown and made me extremely uncomfortable.

The second vampire was the complete opposite of the first one. His angelic features were framed by soft brown curls that stopped just above his shoulders. He was about a head shorter then his blond companion. He was smiling at me, and the smile reached his deep blue eyes. Looking at him made me feel a bit more relaxed but the feeling didn't last.

As soon as I glanced at the third male I felt a soft blush grace my cheeks. The vampire was staring so intently at me with his hard grey eyes that I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. His gaze seemed to penetrate right through me. He had long, silky black hair that would make many girls jealous. The hair fell on his face and cascaded all the way past his shoulders. He had very exotic eyes that had an oriental tinge to them. He wasn't quite as tall or as muscular as the blond but his presence seemed to over shadow theirs. He didn't sit like his two companions but instead was leaning against the far wall.

The silence was too tense for comfort and I wished Deidre would start speaking but she seemed to be waiting for something. Suddenly the blond man spoke.

"Are you sure that's her?" he gazed over me critically.

Deidre finally decided to speak, "I found her in the spot Kane told me to go to."

"Was he there?" the blond's voice remained arrogant.

"No," Deidre replied, "I found her unconscious and freshly bitten. There is no doubt he was the one who did it. He spoke to her. He told her his name"

They were talking about me like I wasn't right even here. My eyes shut in annoyance.

"And he still hasn't come back?" the brown haired boy joined in.

Deidre's face fell, "No, and I don't think he's coming back. She had ashes all over her."

This caught me by surprise. What were they talking about?

The blond snorted, "So what, that could be anyone's."

"They smelled like him, Blaise," Deidre whispered and looked down.

I knew something bad happened, and the way the blond, Blaise, was looking at me told me that somehow I was at fault.

He was grinding his teeth, trying to regain control and I was getting really nervous.

"So he's dead?! He's dead and she gets this power? Look at her! She's no more then nineteen! What was he thinking?! Why couldn't he just wait for us to finish our research!" Blaise roughly stood up and started advancing towards me. A second later the whole room was standing up. The black haired vampire appeared in front of me, blocking me from Blaise.

"Blaise, enough. What was done can't be changed. She is the vessel now, and you know better then to harm her. We need to figure out how to act accordingly," his smooth voice emitted control. He moved away without sparing me a glance. I could see that Blaise was sitting down again but he refused to meet my eye.

Another tense silence followed, and this was seriously getting on my nerves. I felt anger bubbling inside me. I still had no idea what they were talking about and I refused to remain in the dark. Finally anger won over fear.

"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" I scowled at the vampires and to my displeasure was completely ignored.

Deidre started pacing and looked over at the brown haired boy, "Atticus, I need you to go to the library and dig up everything you can find that might help us. Kane left without any instructions, and even though there is no immediate danger we must be prepared."

Atticus nodded in understanding and immediately left the room. Deidre seemed to have no intentions of explaining anything to me.

"Dei—," I was cut off by her.

"Blaise, you need to make sure the perimeter is secure one more time. We can't afford any slip ups. Do you understand?"

Blaise's swift departure didn't even register, as I was already on my feet, tired of being ignored.

"STOP IT!" I screamed finally seeing a reaction on Deidre's shocked face, "I'm not going to leave this room until someone explains everything to me! Who was Kane? What am I? What the hell is going on?!" I was fuming, and acting like a complete psycho but I didn't care. I felt so powerless, it was maddening. I narrowed my eyes at Deidre and the black haired man seemed to step towards me.

Before I knew it his hand was under my chin, making me meet his eyes. His hand was soft and cool making my skin tingle. He was beautiful, no doubt about that, but there was something mysterious about him. His light grey clashed with my dark eyes and in that moment it felt like he saw right into my mind. Suddenly his hand dropped and the moment was over. He looked at Deidre.

"Dee, she deserves to know," his silky voice rang out.

Deidre's eyes narrowed, "It's too early, we don't even know the whole of the situation. Telling her before we know everything for sure would be pointless."

The man's calm expression did not change, "We can tell her what we know so far. She needs to understand what she's gotten herself into."

Somehow I knew the argument was over. A second later Deidre signed in defeat, "Fine, take her to her quarters. You can brief her yourself," she whipped out of the room and I was left alone with the black haired vampire.

His eyes swept to me and I held his gaze. They were really beautiful. The smoky grey irises were framed by long eyelashes that fell against his cheeks when he blinked. He had high cheekbones and a defined jaw line. His nose was long and perfectly straight. His skin seemed like porcelain and I was tempted to touch it. I shook the ridiculous idea out of my head. What would he do if I touched him? Probably slap me away like a fly.

He was wearing black leather pants that weren't too tight and a dark blue dress shirt. The first two buttons were undone revealing more perfect pale skin.

He seemed to be studying me as well. I fidgeted in my seat feeling quite ugly in comparison to his perfection, but I was used to that feeling. He noticed my discomfort and addressed me.

"Hello Bella, we seemed to have missed the introductions. My name is Tyr. Lets walk to your room while we talk," he motioned me to follow him and I stood up in silence. He walked out of the room and started talking again.

"Bella, our coven has been around for centuries. Members changed over time but this castle might have been one of the first for our race. This is quite unusual in our world, because besides a few exceptions, like the Volturi, vampire covens do not last that long. We are simply too hot headed to co-exists with others for an extended period of time," his voice was magical and I hung onto his every word. We made our way up one of the curved staircases.

"This coven is different because we are kept together by a mission, a secret. This secret has been around since the first vampire walked the earth. Our mission is to protect the ruler, the most powerful vampire lord. More accurately, lords, as each one exists for only a certain period of time. Nevertheless, the power they are given does not disappear with their deaths. It is instead passed on to the next chosen one," we were now on the second floor walking down a dimly lit hallway. Tyr stopped in front of a painting. It looked really old and the paint on the frame was chipping off. The silver haired vampire on the canvas looked around 30 years old and was sitting on a dark throne.

"Darius. He was the chosen one for almost 500 years. He was also the first one as far as we know. By the time he found out how to pass on the power he was completely miserable. He gave it away without a second thought and welcomed death. You see to pass the power on, one must sacrifice his own life," Tyr marvelled at the painting for a second before we started walking again.

"The Volturi self proclaimed themselves as "royalty" during a period of time, which started around 1000 years after Darius died, when the chosen ones didn't take their place as the rulers. The records say many were terrified of the power they had, and chose seclusion instead. Eventually the Volturi became too established to be compromised peacefully so the chosen ones remained hidden. They existed along side, but never stepped in unless it was absolutely necessary. Of course if they wanted they could destroy everyone who opposed them but most never saw the need," we stopped in front of a wooden door and Tyr turned the handle. He motioned me to walk in.

I was pretty sure this was to be my room. I was too engulfed in the story to look around so Tyr started talking again.

"So as the time of seclusion started, the vampire lords lived in this castle, very rarely traveling far. Of course there was always a risk of someone trying to force them, by whatever means, to give up their abilities, so appropriate guards were stationed in the area. The number of them never exceeded 10, so you could say only a relatively group of people were in on the secret. After so many years of absence some vampires began to doubt the existence of the lords. Now many think of it as a myth which is only beneficial to us," Tyr paused and I managed to fit in a question.

"So who is the lord now?"

Tyr looked at me intently, "Kane was the chosen one."

Suddenly everything clicked and I felt like an idiot for not realizing this before. Kane was the last vampire lord. Kane is dead. I was the last person he bit.

"How are the powers transferred?" my voice was a faint whisper.

"The lord has to make a conscious decision to part with the gift. The receiver has to be a freshly turned vampire, and as soon as the venom joins with the receiver's blood, the previous lord is destroyed," Tyr didn't need to say any more. This was too much to comprehend and I sat down on a nearby chair.

"I'll leave you alone," he turned to leave but I reached out for his arm. As soon as my fingers met his flesh I felt an unexplainable wave of relief. His skin felt cold.

"No, please stay! I don't understand! I mean I do, but I don't feel any different! What are these powers I'm supposed to get?!"

He listened to my pleas and sat down across from me.

"Bella, we don't know exactly what's going to happen to you. You're the first vampire queen. No other females were ever made the chosen ones," he seemed to think about something, but I urged him to continue.

"Please go on."

"I wouldn't worry about your inherited powers yet. Usually they only make an appearance a couple weeks after the change. Yet there are some things about you that are different. You don't have a smell—,"

I gasped, "How is that possible?"

"It's not, at least not for anyone else but you. Do you realize how valuable that is? If you want to hide from anyone, you could do it. You'd be impossible to track. You also seem to have a barrier for certain powers. I can see people's pasts, but when I try to see yours I draw a blank," he frowned.

"I had that for a while, even when I was human," I muttered thinking about what he said. I didn't realise how much of a surprise that statement was for Tyr.

"What? You could resist…"

"I didn't try, it just happened. Some of them worked, but they could not read my mind or inflict me pain using just their abilities," I tried not to think of Edward for now. I had too many things on my mind already.

Tyr seemed to process the information. We were both deep in our thoughts but eventually he stood up, "I need to tell the others about this. Someone should come for you eventually."

In a second he was gone and once again I felt completely alone.