Author's Note: Finally i can get into the fun stuff, i was getting kind of tired not being able to write competely my own ideas and stuff, since the last three, i think chapters, i've been using New Moon as reference, but no more, this is all mine, well except for some of the characters, but there are some of my own characters in here too.

This is really short and I'm sorry, but it was too hard to write about the others, after writing this, all in the same chapter, but hey.

Chapter 7

The Special Ones

Carlisle

Carlisle crossed his arms across his chest; it was the only way to keep himself from lunging at Rodriguez and snapping him in two. At this thought he was appalled at himself, but what Rodriguez was doing was even more appalling.

Changing perfectly healthy humans in vampires, erasing all their memories of their human life and then turning them into the perfect soldiers; all for a stupid war that probably could be solved with a few words of apology from each side. He gave a snort, the Volturi, apologize, that was probably one of the greatest unheard things.

"This war is going to cause problems for us." Aro sighed, Carlisle raised an eyebrow, it is going to cause problems for all of us, he thought, but continued to remain silent, for the reason he was here was to hear what was going on with the soon-to-be War, between vampires and by the looks of it, the other side an enlisted some covens of Witches to help them.

"But we will be the Victors." Rodriguez said calmly.

"How can you be so sure?" Caius asked.

"With my army, we can not lose." He replied simply.

"May we have a deportation on how well your Army works?" Marcus asked.

"Certainly. Would you like to see them fight or would you like to see their talents, first?"

"Let's see them fight." Aro responded, his pale face alight with excitement, "Felix?"

Grinning, the huge vampire stepped forward, his eyes searching the younger vampires faces for fear, which they showed none of, then again the two had shown little to no emotion the whole time they had been their. Like perfect soldier should, Carlisle thought sadly.

The two looked like they had been changed, in their late teens, early twenties. The girl was tall, with shoulder length blonde hair, maybe twenty years of age at her change, for her face had lost all signs of childhood, but it was the expression on her face that got him the most, for it reminded him so bitterly of Rosalie. This girl clearly hated what she was, but was bond by some unknown force to continue to do her master's bidding.

The boy, who was really a man, was completely expressionless, though he couldn't have been more then seventeen, eighteen when he had been changed. Tussled black hair hung into his eyes, partly blocking them from view. But Carlisle still saw them, the two's eyes where unlike any he had ever seen before, they were not red or topaz, but a sort of strange amber with flicks of green within them. He frowned, why did he feel as if he had seen another pair of eyes, like these ones?

The boy stepped forward, meeting Felix's challenge with still no emotion showing on his face. He stood perfectly still as Felix started to circle him, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. But who, he thought, was doing the actual waiting to strike?

Felix's suddenly lunged for the boy, it would have been a fatal move for the boy, if he had moved at the last second, moving at top speed around Felix's and knocked him the ground, pinning him with little effort, even though Felix had twice the build he did.

"Why you." Felix snarled, trying to shove the boy off his back, but the boy didn't budge, he continued sitting there, calmly, waiting for his next instruction.

"Amazing." Aro gasped in delight. Rodriguez merely smiled and nodded his head at the boy. The boy promptly got up, jumping slightly to miss Felix, cobra like arms, that where trying to grab his ankles and return to his place behind Rodriguez.

"He's very strong, I admit, but that's from using a newborn." Felix snapped, was he had gotten to his feet and regains some of his composure.

"Actually, this Luke, here is actually fifty-seven years old in vampire years. See that's part of what makes this army so great, they can retain their newborn strength, even after their first year is up." Rodriguez smirked, quite pleased at the stunned looks around the room.

"That is amazing." Some whispered on the far side of the room. Rodriguez nodded in agreement.

"It really is." He agreed.

"Well, Carlisle, you've be awfully quiet, what are your opinions? For I am sure we are going to hear them sooner or later." Rodriguez said turning to Carlisle. Carlisle smiled and calmly replied.

"I'm just keeping my opinions to the end, for I am curious to know what your young lady can do." Carlisle shot the girl an apologizing look, which she ignored and looked towards her master, her face totally vacant.

"As you please, Emma." Rodriguez said, waving an hand lazily threw the air. Emma nodded and walked slightly in front of her master. She spread her arms out wide, but in a circle shape and closed her eyes. The room went quiet, very quiet.

Carlisle looked around, there wasn't much wind normally blowing around the room, but there was always a breath of it, but that breath was gone.

Then suddenly, there was a roaring sound and hot air blasted against their faces. In the centre of the circle of Emma's arms, a ball of condensed air was being held there, slowing growing bigger and bigger, like a balloon.

"Thank you, Emma." Rodriguez said smiling. The girl immediately dropped her arms and the air ball disappeared into, well, thin air.

"Now that is truly amazing." Aro praised, Emma let out a half smile, before turning as returning to her place beside Luke, behind Rodriguez.

"They are truly amazing."

"Thank you, but they are a mere taste of what my Army is, when this War comes we will be reading and we will win." Rodriguez said proudly.

"Good, good." Aro applaud as did many others, except Carlisle, who was deeply troubled, this War could only bring bad and worst news.

Emma and Luke both turn and watched the blonde vampire creep out of the room, but neither made a sound.

Author's Note: I know, I know, really, really short, trust me I know. I should know, i wrote the damn thing, i promise next chapter will be a lot longer, i hope "sweat-drops".

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