A/N: The only Characters I own are Chrichelle, Christian, Kiah, and Charlotte. I'm just borrowing everyone else.

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I've settled into a decent routine here with the Scuro Luna. Most mornings, I'm awoken with news of some small squabble amongst pack members, and either I solve it, or Christian does. This carries on for the rest of the day, until I retire to the lodge to enjoy my new joys in life. One or two beers, and a few nightly cigarettes. Battles with our pack have slowly dwindled down. Word has spread across the continent that I am here, and I'm sure it's traveled across the ocean by now. But I don't care. The crown still glows, but so far, neither my father or Lucian has come in hopes to find me.

"Come back to this planet, dearest," Charlotte laughed lightly as she spoke, "We need you here."

"Sorry Charlotte," I said in a sigh, "I was just wondering why my family hasn't come looking for me. I guess I've been forgotten. It's been many, many years since I've seen them."

"Do you miss them?" she almost sounded afraid to ask, "Your family?"

"No. Not my family. Just my father. I do not think I could ever miss Lucian or Elora."

"There is one that you never speak of, Virginia," it was the seer, Kiah who spoke, "Why do you never speak of him, though he is the one closest to your heart."

"Aro..." I whispered, the pain and heartbreak of that night returning to me in full force, "Aro. His death, and the event that followed was what made me leave."

"Did you love him? Could you not save him?" Charlotte asked, sadness etched on her face, though not as deep as mine.

"I did love him, and he loved me. But I did not yet know how to save him. I brought him to my father, in hopes he would, but Aros body vanished."

"It did not vanish. You know this. He was taken from your chambers. I know, for I have seen this. Though what happened to him, is hidden from my sight." Kiah placed a hand on my shoulder, "I have tried many times to see who he was, and what became of him. I knew he was part of your past, and forgive me for this, but was curious as to why you spoke nothing of him."

"I am not upset Kiah, not at you. I never spoke of him because even after all years, the pain and heartbreak of losing him still holds me tightly."

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As I began walking towards the doorway to head to my chambers, two cloaked figures blocked my exit.

"Princess Chrichelle, we must speak with you immediately, and in private."

"You may speak to me, but address me as Virginia. I have not been princess or Chrichelle for many long years now," I replied, annoyed at being addressed in such a manner, "Follow me."

I lead them to the very room where Christian and I spoke in during my first night in the village.

"Sit." it came out a little harsher than intended, "Please," I added in an attempt to soften my words. "Who are you, and why have you come addressing me in such a fashion? You most certainly are not Lycan."

"We are members of the Volturi Guards," the taller of the two announced, "I fear that we bring ill tidings to you, your..." he paused, "Uh, Virginia."

"Ill tidings? Of what? What could have happened that the Volturi deem necessary to alert me about?"

"Not the Volturi. Your uncle, Marcus," he studied my face, looking for the crown, but not seeing it, "It is news about your father. You may want to sit ma'am."

I pulled a chair up next to them, and sat, directly in front of the fire.

"Speak," I demanded. Not caring if I sounded harsh.

After a quick sigh, the guard began, "Lucian and Elora have murdered your father, and taken the throne. Lord Marcus is furious, and requests that you take your rightful place, and dispose of the two."

"Such a short message." I said, after a few long moments. An anger was building in me much like the one I felt long ago when I saw Aro being attacked. "Wait here."

I stormed out of the room, shoving aside anyone who got in my way.

"Christian," I hollered, "I need to speak to you, now."

"What is it, Virginia? I don't think I've ever heard you sound so upset." he almost looked afraid of me at that moment.

"I have to leave. It turns out that there is reason for me to return home. You will have to take full reign of the pack. I do not know how long I will be gone. I'll contact you as soon as I know."

"Alright. I hope that if things are ill, that you can right them."

I walked back to the room where the guards were, and motioned for them to follow me.

"We leave now." I spat. I was in no mood for civilities.

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The journey home was, obviously, much shorter than my journey away. Within a matter of hours I was standing in front of my uncle.

"Come with me Chrichelle. And don't even think about asking me to call you that ridiculous nickname," ah, Uncle Marcus, ever pleasant.

"Where are they?" I asked, wanting to get my hands on them, yet not knowing what I would do.

"Rome. We will take you there once you put on something else."

"Into what? I really didn't take the time to pack."

"Have you really been gone so long as to forget that you have a whole wardrobe? You left everything child. I ordered some clothes to be brought here."

He brought me to a room, where a dress was placed over the side of an antique screen.

"Hurry now. They do not yet know you are here, we must act fast." I expected him to leave, but instead he turned his back to me. Not wanting to upset him or waste time, I went behind the screen and began changing into the dress. I hadn't changed at all, so it fit the way it had long ago. My heart nearly shattered when I noticed that it was the dress that Aro had loved the most on me. Black and white vertical stripes.

"I do not feel like taking the time to do my hair, let us go uncle," I said as I began walking out of the room, knowing that he was following behind me.

"We will ride on horseback," he said glancing over his shoulder as he walked past me, "Any other way would draw far too much attention. Now come."

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It was nearly a two hour ride to the castle. The whole way through familiar countrysides, which brought both comfort, and heartache. I tried to push thoughts of Aro out of my mind. I would need my wits about me. Elora would be an easy one to deal with. But not Lucian.

About half a mile from the castle, we dismounted our horses, and continued on foot. We met up with a guard, who informed us that Lucian and Elora caught wind of my coming, and tried to run.

"We chained them up my lord. They are waiting for Princess Chrichelle in the dungeon."

"Good. Come child. We will sit you on the throne, and bring them to you."

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What an odd feeling it was to be back in the castle, to sit on the throne that I had seen my father in on so many occasions. But before I could continue my musings, two Lycan guards brought in Elora and Lucian.

"That throne should be mine," Elora hissed, "That or Lucians. You fled, you do not deserve it."

"The throne never belonged to either of you. It was said that if my father died, the throne would come to me. Do you not recall Elora? You were there when it was announced." I said as calm and cool as was possible.

"Chrichelle, it does not have to be this difficult. You and I, we could still rule together," Lucian pleaded, sounding pathetic and desperate.

"No Lucian. Even if I had any intentions of going with that, you killed those when you killed my father. Now, tell me, just how did you kill him?" I asked coldly, looking straight into Lucians black eyes.

"In his sleep," he whispered, cold and cruel, "I took his head in my jaws and removed it from his shoulders."

My anger turned to rage. An uncontrollable, and bloodthirsty rage.

"Then that is how you both shall die. But you will not be sleeping." I stood, and in a few small steps covered the ground between us, and slaughtered Elora has Lucian had done my father.

"How does it feel, brother, to have a beloved parent taken from you?" I screamed at him, my voice thick and hoarse from rage.

"Chrichelle, please, do not do this! Spare me, I will do whatever you say, just spare me!" He cried in panic, I walked slowly, closing the gap between us, "Spare me!"

"Why would I spare a worthless creature like you Lucian?" and with that, I tore his head off of his own shoulders, while clawing at the rest of his body until he was little more than a bloody stump.

"Chrichelle," someone half gasped, "That is enough my love."

I pulled away from what used to be Lucian, and froze. I knew that voice. But how could it be? I didn't want to turn around, I was too afraid to be proven wrong.


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