Hello my loyal and patient readers; how I have missed you all!

Well life has settled down a bit and I just could not keep from writing anymore. So here is the newest chapter. First off I want to say that my Beta is the best in world and the greatest. This story would not be what it is today without her. School and work have fallen into a steady routine and thanks to my very supportive boyfriend I will be updating often. Also winter has come to peninsula which means the rain has come and the sun has gone into hibernation (not that we see it very often to begin with). This means more cuddling under covers and letting my imagination take flight and who knows what I will come up with. So...that is all for now. Please enjoy the chapter and also please review.

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Mistress's POV

"No I said that I believe I can help you find her. I did not say I knew where she was. Now enough talking and let us go."

"No."

"You are really trying my patience Demitri."

"How are we to know that this is not some kind of rouse?"

"You're just going to half to trust me. Now the Romanians and the Brothers will be done with final negotiations any minute now. We must hurry before they are done. Vladimir is very anxious to get his new toy home."

He stared at me and I could plainly read the confliction in his eyes. One hand he wanted to trust me and believe I was going to help him rescue his precious Bella. On the other he knew who I was and what I am capable of. After all I am the one who trained Bella to be a slave for the Brothers.

I watched as Felix leaned over to Demitri and whispered to him.

"I am still confused Demitri- the mistress has NEVER helps anyone but herself"

I don't have time for this shit. I have much more pressing concerns then there little moral dilemma. I swiftly made my way down the hall of the Volturi Castle. I remember when I first began to live within these walls. I do not know the year. I had been bored and was looking for something new to occupy my time. The Brothers were easily manipulated and so blinded by their own hunger for power that they readily accepted me. They thought that if they could control me, The Mistress, then they could control the entire mystic world. I laugh at them. Control me…what a notion. No one controls me. I am the Mistress; no one controls me. I have not survived the ages by submitting to another's will. I control others. I shape and mold the world to my fancy and for my entertainment. It is my name that they whisper in terror and fear. All know me as The Mistress, but I have many names. Perhaps my most well known is Lilith. The peoples of Moses and Abraham have many legends of me. They were the ones who brought my existence into light. I would not bend to my husband's will and nor will I ever bend to any man's will. Through the passing of time I have shaped the world. I was Caesar's Cleopatra, Henry VIII's Anne Boleyn, Jesus' Mary Magdalene, Paris' Helen. I have caused the fall of kings and rise of nations, made mortals of the immortal, and been the muse for great artists. But as so often happens I am bored with my current station. Time for change and Demitri has given me the key.

Pressing forward I continue my way through the long corridors and the seemingly endless maze. I finally reach my destination. Giving pause I can hear voices on the other side of the heavy wooden doors…

"Tell me brother, was she as good as was promised?"

"Best fuck of my life. She just laid there and took it like the bitch she is. She has been trained very well."

Such pigs. If there is one thing I have learned through the ages, it is that all men are pigs. Filthy swine who believe they rule over all they see. Such arrogance and self importance; they are blinded to the real world and suffering caused by them within. It is so easy to manipulate them and bend them to your will. All you need is two things; power and sex. Give them the illusion that they have power then dangled sexuality in front of them like a carrot and they will surrender to your every whim.

"Was her cunt still tight? I can imagine she must be damaged from the months of use by all three brothers."

"Tight as a virgin; well at least for now. The brothers must be severely lacking for her to be so tight. It would explain a great many things actually."

"What do you mean?"

"The outlandish need to have everything they own be oversized and gaudy. They really are compensating for something. Freud would have a field day with them."

Enough is enough. Having heard enough of their discussion and place both my hands upon the wooden doors; palms flat. Lowering my head I take a deep unneeded breathe and push. The force in which I pushed the doors was so great there is nothing left but dust in their wake. The displaced air rushes though the room whipping around my imposing form. Hans still in the air with my head lowered I look up with my eyes into the room. The settling dust reveals a room of sixteen vampires all frozen in fear. My glowing red eyes focus on each face memorizing it. A person's history is written on their face. All their fears, sorrows, and joys: everything. It is all there, you just have to look. With one look I know who in the room is innocent and who is guilty and of what crimes. There are murderers, rapists, and thieves in this room along with the innocent who were stolen away and forced into this world. They all will die. Death by association. The innocents are victims and victims need time and care. Things I have no desire to provide. It is easier to just kill everyone; less…messy in the end. They say the art of seduction and sex is my "gift." Well that is only partly true. The other half of my "gift" is the ability to bend people's will. Let me demonstrate.

I walk up to Vladimir all the while making eye contact and sashaying my hips just a bit (can't blame a girl for being confident in her own body). Reaching around I wrap my arms around his neck burying my hands in his long hair. His breathe catches as I pull him to me causing our two bodies to collide. We are matched perfectly in height. Tis a pity he must die. He would have made a lovely lover.

"Oh Vladimir."

"M…m…m…Mistress…"

Good he knows who I am.

"Do you wish to know what would please me Vladimir?"

"More than anything Mistress. Name it and it is yours."

Releasing a long sigh I pull his head to align his ear with my mouth.

"Kill them. Kill them all. That will please me."

"As you wish Mistress…"

Vladimir released himself from my hold and walked over to Stefan. Without a second glance he grasped his brother's head and twisted. The sickening sounds of tearing metal filled the large room as Vladimir successfully removed his only brother's head. Dropping the head with a vial sneer on his face, Vladimir descended upon the rest of his court. In a matter of seconds there were body parts strewn across the room. Not one part could be identified to belong to one single person. I smiled at Vladimir as her walked towards me. Gracefully making his way past the severed heads, arms, legs, and other unidentifiable pieces he made his way to me.

"Does this please you Mistress?"

"Yes Vladimir. You have done well."

He closed his eyes and a look of intense self satisfaction crossed his face. I knew what he was thinking. He did the deed not to please me, but to get laid. He killed his own brother and loyal followers for the chance to have sex with me. And that is why I love being me.

I quickly destroyed him and made my way through the room. Laid out upon a sofa was the small fragile form that was Isabella Swan. When I first met this girl she was relatively healthy. Good figure, a little soft around the middle, but overall a fine female specimen. She resembled nothing of that girl now. Her long beautiful mahogany hair had been chopped to close to her scalp she appeared to be bald. She was emaciated to the point I could see her bones in sharp relief against her translucent skin. What the fuck had they done to this girl? Scooping the weightless girl into my arms I quickly fled the room. I needed to get the girl out of the castle. I would leave Demitri to handle the brothers. I have done my part; it is time for him to do his. I made my way to the catacombs under the city of Volterra. It would be the best way to make our escape. Making my way through the grisly corridors the smell was horrendous. It smelled of death and mold. Fucking mold. The scent of death I can handle. I am a fucking vampire after all. But the smell of mold, HOLY FUCK there is nothing like it. Does no one clean down here? Honestly how hard would it be for someone to come down and dust once in a while? You could easily get a human to do it. They will do anything if you pay them enough. JESUS FUCKITY FUCK I can't stand that smell. Picking up my pace I quickly make it to the end of the tunnel. I can smell and feel fresh air coming in through the openings around the old wooden door. A swift kick removes the obstacle and I find myself looking out into a small clearing. We are several miles from the city and the sounds of nature are a peaceful welcome. Looking behind me at the small opening we came through I can feel the oppressing stench of the catacombs creeping up, trying to escape like some hideous monster. I laid Isabella gently upon the soft forest floor and get to work creating a large cave in to block the entrance. When I was finished it looked like the sight of a landslide. Any passing human would assume that during the last rainstorm the hillside must have given away. Satisfied with my handiwork, I retrieving the girl I rushed through the forest with one destination in mind.

So that is the Mistress. Let me know what you think of her. I plan on doing some more chapters with her POV in the future. This is just an intro into how she is. Anyway let me know.