Starting over. First chapter here we go!

A thanks to BigKTo my lovely beta ;)

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It didn't take very long for him to reach the front gate of the Volturi Mansion. The babe in his arms had yet to make a sound, just breathing softly in its sleep as its fate was being changed. A tuft of copper colored hair popped out of its confinement. Tucking the babe in close to his chest, Carlisle leapt over the iron gates and landed softly in the shadows created by the trees.

Not that he needed to be careful; the Volturi didn't keep guards. But he needed to hurry, the sun was rising and he had to leave. Swiftly, he ran up the path; dense vegetation became a blur on both sides. After mounting the front steps, he laid the babe down and took a small slip of paper out of his inside pocket to tuck into the folds of the blanket. Taking a pause before leaving he said quietly into the dark,

"People only survive in this world - my world, when they either have value or know how to survive. They will see your value, and in time you will learn to survive. " With that he turned and left.

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Sparks hissed quietly as they struggled to escape the dark iron bars of a handsome marble fireplace. A mahogany heirloom chair with an embroidered moss green cushion occupied the area in front of the fireplace. Its handles were elaborately carved and upon the left arm of this wooden chair rested a hand with nails so translucent they seemed red, much like an albino rabbit; the blood can clearly be seen through its pigment-less irises.

The nails led to long, pale fingers that were connected to a hand encircled by an expensively tailored black silk cuff. Sleek maroon locks fell straight past the black satin shoulders of the man that these cuffs belonged to, framing his bored face and long aristocratic nose. He had smiling thin lips that were drawn up now. Nothing with feeling, just something to cover the workings in his mind as he watched the sparks die when they made contact with the carpet.

Suddenly the high pitched shriek of a baby rang its way down the main corridor and into his sensitive ears. The scream ended, but the serene silence that often accompanies the end of storms lasted only a minute before the noise began again with renewed vigor. Wave upon wave of wails and screams bounced their way through the halls.

"Jane". The man's voice was low. His eyes were still closed as if in sleep and his lips barely moved to utter the command.

The young woman that had been reclining against his right leg shifted slightly. Her face was small but sharp, accompanied by dull red lips and eyes of a deep blue that were covered by a veil of black lace. Her pale golden hair grazed her shoulders as she turned slowly to face her master. Seeing him smile at her lackadaisical state, she stood up quickly and dusted her perfectly clean stockings before bowing her head slightly. Smiling was not a happy, pleased expression when it came from Aro.

"Yes Aro?"

"Do you hear what I am hearing dear?" Aro closed his eyes and reclined his head against the tall back of his chair. His elbows were perched on the wooden arms, his fingers intertwined. The crying had not stopped.

" Yes" she smiled, "Do you want me to end it?" Jane asked, voice cold. She was slightly hungry from her nap after all. The crying seemed very young.

Marcus who had just come in raised a brow at Jane's question. Just as he was about to reprimand her, Aro unclasped his hands and waved his permission. She curtsied, stepped back two steps before turning and exiting the room. "Letting her run wild like that…" Marcus stopped when Aro cut him off, "When are they coming?"

Marcus was used to the abruptness of his leader and continued. "The Common children are arriving in a week." Suddenly Aro's expression changed, but Marcus couldn't tell if it was because of his news or something else entirely. Suddenly, Aro shot out of his chair, and left. Marcus sighed before heading back to his wife and bed.

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Gas lamps lined the dimly lit corridor as Jane made her way towards her prey, her movements held feline grace. The dull itch at the back of her throat began to ache as she listened to the cries of the young child. She could just imagine the blood pulsing through its veins. Normally she was not allowed to kill but finally her leash had been loosened. Yes it would too easy, but she was excited all the same as she relished the cries of her quarry. A slight tinge of red spread around her pupils and seeped into her irises.

Her neck arched slightly backward and her steps slowed for a moment as she relished the feeling of her incisors lengthening with the sensation of adrenaline pulsing through her veins.

A looming crystal chandelier shone brightly overhead as she made her way out of the corridor and into the parlor. The maid that was cleaning the fireplace to her right stood and gave her a curtsy, but Jane ignored her as she swerved to the left and down the front hall. Her hair blew like pale silken gold behind her as her steps increased in speed.

Reaching the front entrance, she opened the heavy doors of polished wood. Light spilled onto the front steps and illuminated a squirming bundle of old linen cloths. Without much hesitation, she walked forward and grabbed the babe up with its linen. One hand held onto its head and the other firmly holding its bottom. The babe had stopped its crying; tears and snot covered most of its face. Its little swollen eyes looked up at the new presence as it sniffled. She did not see its face; her senses were overwhelmed by the smell of the blood in its veins. However, as her head shot down to bite into its heart, a hand grabbed her throat and forcibly pulled her head back. She turned and hissed at the intruder but was met by a backhand to the face that snapped her neck to one side with a sickening crack. The force of the blow knocked the babe out of her hands and into Aro's awaiting arms. He turned to look at Jane who had picked herself up from the floor.

"Jane, don't be so crude. The smell will wake more than a quarter of the manor."

Her veil had been knocked off and anger had built up to a burning behind her eyes. However, she forced it to cool when she heard his voice. Her incisors had made a deep cut in her lip and it would take a bit longer to heal. Jane wiped the blood of her lips with the back of her hand and looked at Aro incredulously. Wake the manor?

"Go fetch Eleazar. I will be waiting in the library." A high pitched giggle ended his sentence and a grin was plastered to his face as he looked down at the babe. With that he turned and went back inside.

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Once again, she was walking down a dimly lit corridor, but this time she was heading to the inner depths of the mansion where the sleeping quarters were. Jane arrived in front of a door and raised her right hand to give two sharp raps before speaking,

"Eleazar, Aro wants you in the library." A few seconds passed and she huffed in annoyance. He was taking forever. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a man with sleep tousled dark cropped hair. He was much taller than Jane, a bit over six feet, and he wore a dark blue robe that complemented his light brown skin. His eyes were a brown so dark they were almost black, rimmed by long lashes that came with spanish blood. His mouth turned upwards in a raffish smirk as he looked down at her.

"You sure this isn't an excuse to visit me?"

"Oh be quiet. Aro is waiting for us." She turned without giving him another glance and took a step down the hall when-

"Had a little late night snack?" Jane's eyes widened in shock as she whirled around to look at Eleazar. His eyes were filled with humor as he brought a finger up to tap his chin. "Saving some leftovers for later?" She brought a hand up to touch her own chin and came away with a bit of drying blood. It was her own, but she wasn't about to tell him that. She turned to continue down the hall, all the while trying to discreetly wipe the blood away. His smile disappeared when her back was facing him. He had gone to check the babe before Jane got to the entrance and he hadn't heard a heartbeat.

oOo

Books of every subject filled the dark wood bookshelves that had been packed into the room in great horizontal rows. Math, science, literature, history, nothing that was deemed "of value" or "skeptical" was missing and one inhabitant or the other had read every book of the library's front. A wall created by two rows of ceiling high bookshelves back to back separated the library into two different parts. A semi circle the height of an average person had been cut into the middle two shelves. A redwood door was then installed to create an entrance to the second room.

The library's front had four windows that allowed sunlight in during the day to preserve the clean crisp smell of new books, but the library's front is only a quarter of the entire library. The backside of the library was much darker; it had tunnels leading to both the dungeon and many other places in the mansion. The air inside held the dry whispers of lost knowledge and an older time. The age withered texts, dry yellow parchments of giant tomes and beautiful calligraphy of ancient tales were kept in perfect condition by the librarian Erroin.

As far as most knew, Erroin had always been in the back libraries and he had never left. All he cared about were his books and all his gifts were geared towards them. Having his particular set of skills meant he could and would stay away from all other things. His occupation remained his life even after death.

He sat at his desk walled in by bookshelves in the relative dark. A rather small book lay open before him. Its pages were barely two inches in width and four inches in length. A small orange flame floated near the dry yellowed page he was working on as his hand steadily guided a drop of glue down the seam of the book with a metal binding pen. Two presences appeared on the other side of the redwood door. Another disturbance tonight. He should have never allowed Aro to install all those passageways in the library. Crazy fellow, walking in with a baby covered in its own liquid juices. He would have to readjust the temperature of the room again. He held his unoccupied hand up and drew a circle in the air. From his chair he heard the whooshing of air as the door swung open and sent out a guiding flame. They rushed past the bookshelves he was behind without noticing him and Erroin went back to his work.

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Eleazar continued to follow Jane as they entered the front library. It was dim from the lack of light from both sun and moon. The floor was made of wood, but their feet made no sound as they walked down the long dark burgundy rug. He had never been to the "back library" as it was called and followed closely behind Jane who had stopped abruptly in front of a door.

It was a very plain door that would have been hard to find if he had not been led. The bookshelves near the wall was structured into a maze like structure that obscured the door from those who were not actively looking for it. Of course Aro's pet would know where it was. A moment passed and his eyebrows rose as the door cracked open and swung out to reveal a pitch-black room. No one stood awaiting them. They walked into a darkness that even their vampyric sight could barely adjust to. The door gradually swung back to a close behind them, cutting out any source of light. A small orange flame flickered to life in the air in front of them. It hovered for a moment before floating away. It took a moment for both of them to realize they had to follow it. Just knowing where the door leading to the back library was didn't mean Jane had ever been there.

The little flame led them through the darkness, sometimes illuminating a wall and sometimes a shelf. Finally they arrived at another door. The light vanished and Jane raised a hesitant hand to knock on the door twice before pulling it open. The soft glow of a fireplace shown onto them. From inside the room came a voice.

"Hurry and come already."

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