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I was sitting in an old piano room. The keys were dusty and unused. I touched my fingers to them and pressed down. The instrument was out of tune. Not that I could play anyway.

The morning was dull and uneventful. The clean up was finished and the others left to wander around. Tyr offered to walk around the garden together but I refused. The rainy weather reflected how I felt.

I closed my eyes. The sadness that flooded me last night after the encounter never left. It was silly and weak, and I knew that but as hard as I tried to wish it away it wouldn't disappear.

I got up and walked towards the bookshelf, reading the titles but the names refused to register. I signed in defeat. So trying to avoid the problem would not help.

I collapsed on an old armchair. Fine, I'd think about it. I'd logically try to figure out what affected me this much.

There was one thing I knew for a fact. Inviting Edward was a mistake. It was cruel and unnecessary. Eventually he'd find out who was the new Queen, there was no need to announce this to him in a room full of vampires. But I also knew that regretting what already happened was a waste of time.

So why did seeing him so broken hurt me this much? I was convinced our relationship was more then done. I had no feelings for him. Maybe seeing him reminded me of how I was when he left me. Was I as bad as he? Was this as cruel as his departure?

No, it couldn't be. Inviting him to the party was nothing like what he's done. It probably just brought memories back and caused him to be upset. He would get better when he got home.

But as hard as I tried to believe that, Tyr's words always came back, "I've never seen a man more broken before."

The plane ride back was quiet and uneventful. We left the day after the celebration and I was almost eager to get back home. I noticed it was colder, and the rain would soon turn into snow. I imagined the forest covered in white and how visible the blood would be. Then I remembered that no one ever stumbled this deep in.

Days passed in near silence. Everyone seemed mentally exhausted after our trip and I couldn't blame them. Still, soon I was praying for a distraction.

My prayers were answered in a form of a phone call. As the ringing broke the silence of the living room everyone's heads snapped up. Atticus seemed to be the only one who actually remembered that you needed to answer it. No one ever called us.

His thin, graceful hands held receiver and I watched him carefully. His confused expression changed into a concerned one and soon I could feel anger radiating off him. He didn't say much, just listened. With a 'Goodbye' and 'I'll call back' he hung up.

Blaise was the first to get the words out, "Who was that?"

Atticus signed and blankly stared at the floor, thinking.

"Well?" impatience was seeping into Blaise's voice.

Atticus looked up, "We have a problem."

The room visibly shifted and became more alert. Deidre was biting her lip and Blaise and Tyr looked tense.

I looked back at Atticus and caught his eye. Without breaking the eye contact he spoke,

"Carlisle called. One of the Cullens."

I clenched my jaw. What was going on? How did they even get the number? Then I remembered, Tyr gave it to them. I frowned, "What did he want?"

Atticus started pacing, "As we predicted, not everyone is happy with having a Queen, Bella."

I growled, "But I though you said if I didn't want any actual power they wouldn't care! What harm am I to them? I haven't even spoken to the Volturi since that night!"

He shook his head, "I don't think it's the Volturi. They know what you're capable of, and you're right, at the moment you are not a threat to them. This seems to be a different group of vampires, much younger. They don't like the idea of anyone having power over them, even in theory."

I groaned, "So what do they want? Kill me? I'd like to see them try."

Atticus frowned, "Kill you…yes, I supposed that's what they want. But most importantly they want your power."

I raised an eyebrow, "I have to give it willingly don't I?"

"As far as we know, yes that is correct. But it seems that they think if they kill you, your power will pass on to the killer," Atticus looked at Tyr, "What do you think?"

Tyr was looking at the ground, "I don't know. No cases like that were observed. The chosen ones are practically impossible to kill, they're superior to normal vampires. All of them died willingly, but I suppose that if they were killed the powers would have to be passed on to somebody. And it is quite probable that the killer would receive them, as he would be seen as the best candidate."

My expression must have showed the sudden fear that I've felt, as Tyr was by my side in a second.

"Bella, you honestly have nothing to worry about, you could fight off an army if you wanted to. The Volturi know this, that's why they're not even thinking about attacking you. This group clearly doesn't even know what they're getting into," his sincerity was so real and comforting that I felt myself exhale and realise that I really could stand up for myself.

Deidre's voice sounded for the first time, "So where do the Cullens come in? How do they know this?"

Atticus gave her a long look, "Carlisle said one of the vampires stumbled into his area. Apparently they want to find your weakness Bella, and so they're revisiting all the places that you've ever lived. The Cullens apprehended the vampire, and got this information out of him. He tried to escape but was caught and killed by accident I suppose."

My eyes widened, "They'll find my father, my mother…"

"Stop," Blaise jumped on his feet, "If you still value the lives of your human relatives then you are weaker then I thought. They will die Bella, sooner or later. You won't. So you'll save them, and they'll live for 10, 20 more years. But you can live forever. So my advice to you is to forget your past life. Put it in a box and burn it, you can't allow it to become your weakness."

My head was spinning with dull memories of Charlie, first day at Forks, Rene's home, my home…No. Blaise was right, I couldn't care about them anymore. We were now separated by an invincible wall.

I felt Tyr's hand on mine and looked up. He met my gaze, "Bella, it is unlikely they will even use them to get at you. I'm pretty sure they think you are indifferent to them, just like most vampires become after they are turned. They are probably just looking for information about you, trying to see who is your friend and who can possibly be your enemy."

I nodded, "So what do the Cullens propose?"

Atticus looked around, "Well after they told me about what happened, they asked if we needed any help. I told them I would discuss it with you and call them back. Carlisle said they'd keep an eye on any more intruders and call me if they see anything. Personally I don't think we have anything to worry about yet. Our location is very secure, and until we get more information on our enemies we can't really do much. I propose we wait, quietly, and prepare for possible battle."

Deidre shook her head, "I think we should move. Staying in one place will make us an easy target. There are ways which they can use to find out the location of our home. Chosen ones lived here for years, there must be a record of the place somewhere."

Atticus sighed, "I'll say it once again, our home is probably the best protected coven there is, Dee. And remember, even if we are found, they wouldn't stand a chance against us."

Deidre opened her mouth to protest, but Blaise beat her to it, "Oh Dee, don't worry so much. Atticus is right, no one will get us here. And we have the Cullens as our back up."

I cleared my throat, "I would prefer to not get them involved."

Atticus studied me for a moment but nodded, "I agree, even though they are our friends, trusting anyone too much is risky. Anyways, there's no point for mindless speculation. I need to read up on something in the library," and with that in a second he was gone.

Blaise chuckled, "Since you came Bella, he has more and more to read up on everyday."

I gave him an amused look and realised that Tyr was still beside me. I wanted to be alone with him.

"Care for a hunt with me?"

His eyes lit up and he nodded wordlessly. In a minute we were chasing after a pair of rabbits.

His cold hands were caressing my bare stomach. My eyes were closed as I listened to the sounds of the forest. The ground I laid on was cold but it didn't bother me. I felt him shift in a new position and I quickly glanced over. Tyr was now lying beside me, propped on his elbow.

"You're not worrying about it, are you," his voice was teasing but I could feel his concern.

I groaned and looked up at him, "I don't know. I just don't want so much drama breaking out because of me."

He chuckled, "You wouldn't be royalty if there was no conflict."

I smiled, "Yeah, you're right. I hope Atticus finds some information for us. I might join him at the library sometime soon."

Tyr nodded, "That might be a good idea." I could feel his feelings become much more pleasant. His eyes traveled down my form, and if I could blush I knew I would. He caught my eye and gave me a devilish smirk which I giggled at.

"Just what are you planning, Tyrael," I teased him while bringing my hand to cup his face.

His smirk grew, "You don't want to know."

His hand made its way from my stomach to the small of my back, and effortlessly he lifted me on top of him. His fingers crawled up my shirt caressing my shoulder blades with intricate patterns.

I tangled my hand into his soft black hair and slowly lowered my lips onto his.

We made our way back an hour later, trying to fix our dishevelled appearance. Our laughter rang through the trees as we ran.

When we got home, the others were no where in sight. Tyr said he was going to go change in the dungeons and try to get the dirt of his clothes. I giggled and said I'd go to the library first.

We departed and I made my way across the ball room. The library was empty and suddenly I realised I didn't know where to start. I looked around trying to see something that would catch my attention. Then I noticed a book case that wasn't open like the rest. It had two closed doors hiding the contents away. I walked over to it wondering why I've never seen it before. I could swear it wasn't here all of the other times. I walked towards it and fingered the door. To my surprise it wasn't locked. It slowly creaked open under the pressure of my fingers displaying the hidden contents.

There were books lining the top three shelves. I skimmed the titles and realised that these were rare books. They looked old, much older then anything I've ever seen around here. But I let my gaze travel and on the bottom shelf something caught my attention. It was a gold chest that probably served as a safe hundreds of year ago. The lock was open and before I even knew what I was doing I bend down to look inside.

I expected jewels and gems but to my surprise the entire contents were scrolls of parchment and paper. I grabbed the first scroll, and unrolled it. There was a diagram, labelled with ancient writing that I did not understand. I put it down and grabbed the stack of papers. It looked like an outline for something. As I read the first paragraph I heard a door slam behind me.

I jumped and the papers almost fell from my hands. I whipped around and was met with angry blue eyes.

"What are you doing, Bella," Atticus' melodic voice was no more then a whisper. I gulped.

"I—I was just looking around and I saw the book case— ," I stuttered.

I guess Atticus sensed my discomfort and I could see him trying to calm down, "How much have you read?"

"Practically nothing. Just the first paragraph. What is this Atticus?"

His eyes managed to regain their warmth, "I'm sorry for scaring you Bella. Come sit, I'll explain everything."

I placed the papers on a near by table and followed him to the chairs.

He sighed and looked directly at me, "You don't know much about Kane and the circumstances surrounding him. You know he was miserable, and believe me when I say that we tried everything to make him better. That is our job but he was also our friend. Still we couldn't help him. His gift was his curse and he hated it. Eventually we realised that he would not be happy while he remains the chosen one. So we started out on a long journey. A journey to rid him of his powers."

I was listening intently.

Atticus continued, "We conducted experiments, research…came up with countless theories but nothing seemed to make sense. We were almost giving up when I came upon an ancient book, dating back to the beginning of the chosen one's existence. In that book it said that the chosen one can never survive without his powers, but he can share them with someone else. He can give as much as 90 of them and still survive, his burden much smaller. When we told about it to Kane he refused. He didn't want to inflict us with his curse. But we didn't give up, and kept working on it, making sure that if he changed his mind we would be ready."

Atticus' gaze never left my eyes and I didn't dare to move.

"And then a miracle happened. I guess it got too much to handle, and Kane agreed. We were ecstatic, finally our leader would be happy again. We were ready to do it, or so we thought. On the night of the transfer something went wrong and it didn't work. Kane was emotionally exhausted and he fled. We tried to find him, but most of all find what went wrong. We were sure our calculations were right. Inject him with the receivers blood, inject the receiver with his venom…"

Atticus dropped his head and I felt a pang in the depth of my chest. I flew over to his side and put my arm around him, "It wasn't your fault."

He shook his head, "I will always blame myself but it doesn't matter. A week later we got his message and then Dee found you. When she told us about the dust we knew he was gone. And now it is our duty to protect you Bella. To stop you from becoming like Kane."

We sat in silence, both of us deep in thought but a question kept nagging at me. Finally I got the courage to ask it,

"Who was the receiver?"

Atticus looked up and gave me a measuring look. I waited. Then his pink lips moved.

"Blaise. He volunteered to receive all of it."

I looked away.

As I stood up Atticus grabbed my hand, "Bella, what I've told you is a painful memory for all of us. Especially Blaise, he was really close to Kane. I would appreciate if you didn't tell them that I've told you," his blue eyes were pleading but he didn't need to ask. I knew that I would never willingly bring this up.

"Of course."

Atticus nodded and stood up to put away the papers. When the doors were locked again he pressed a flat button on the wall. Just like in movies the foreign book case spun around to be replaced with a familiar one.