Rose POV

Rosalie was the first to break the awkward silence with her bell-like laughter. Every other member turned to look at her with expressions varying from disappointment to amusement.

"What?" She questioned. Apparently seeing nothing wrong with her response to the situation. "I knew she was a bitch but I didn't think she was crazy. Guess I was wrong." She grinned at me. I was pretty sure the look on my face was one of wonder and amusement, possibly with a little annoyance thrown in there.

I nodded at her confirming that I was in fact crazy. Hey, if they are going to become anything resembling friends with me they might as well know what they are getting into.

Carlisle shook his head at both Rosalie and myself, he seemingly didn't agree with our conclusion that I was crazy. Mad as a hatter.

"You are not crazy Rose." Esme stated what she was thinking bluntly, with Carlisle nodding in agreement.

I took a moment to study my surroundings. I had been moved into what looks to be the living room. The walls were decorated in an elegant and stylish way. Three of the walls were white with beautiful pictures of landscapes littering them. Most of the pictures were in black and white but on each wall the centre piece was in colour – (the picture in the middle of all the others). The fourth wall was black with a large old-fashioned fireplace in the centre of the wall, there was a flat screen T.V. on the wall directly above the fire-place with a stylish glass cabinet beside it holding game consoles and stuff like that. You know stereos and a virgin media box etc. The couch was a soft black leather and there was a glass coffee table.

I looked down at my clothes feeling a tingling sensation in my arm. The sensation I get when my body starts to heal itself.

The Cullens gasped and looked ready to ask a million questions. I shook my head at them signalling that I would explain later. I looked down at my now ruined clothes, which prompted Alice – the pixie – to go into a fashion frenzy.

She grabbed my hand, still bouncing up and down, and dragged me to what I presume is her bed room. Letting me fall to the bed she blurred to a walk in closet, allowing me to appreciate the homely smell coming from the fire-place in the living room. There is something relaxing about an open fire and rain, it makes you feel like you are in your own little bubble where nothing and no one can hurt you. The pixie hurried back out of the closet hurling an outfit at me.

"No way. There is not a chance in hell that I am wearing that!" I pushed past the shocked pixie in the hopes of finding something that resembles my sense of style. Looks like no one has ever turned down one of her fashion tips, or whatever you would call having an outfit thrown at you.

After about 10 minutes if rifling through her wardrobe I found a red top and a black pair of skinny jeans. I changed out of my bloodstained clothes, walked past the still frozen pixie and back into the living room. I inspected my clothes to see if they were salvageable; they weren't so I tossed them in the fire-place to join the burning logs. I watched mesmerised as the flames consumed the material.

When Alice finally decided to join everyone downstairs she was glaring at me.

"So Rose would you like to explain what just happened? And what you are?" Carlisle added the second part as an after thought. I nodded.

"I'll have to start at the beginning. It might take a while."

"Well we don't have to be anywhere" Edward said this with a lopsided smile that made me go weak at the knees.

"In my world there are three different kinds of vampires. Moroi, strigoi and dhampires. The strigoi are evil, soulless creatures that prey on innocents but moroi blood makes them stronger so naturally they target them more. Or well did target them more . . ." I sighed and shook my head, reminding myself that we would get to that soon. "Strigoi have red eyes, burn in the sun, are extremely strong and extremely fast and are also immortal." I gave them a second to digest this information. Everyone nodded, signalling me to continue.

"Moroi are immortal and good. They need blood to survive but they also consume food. They each control one of the elements; Fire, Water, Earth, Air and Spirit. They keep a nocturnal schedule as the sun weakens them. Their hearing and sight is more advanced than humans, they are also faster and stronger than humans but not strigoi."

"Dhampires are half moroi and half human. They are faster and stronger than moroi and humans; they are almost as fast and strong as strigoi. They do not consume blood, only food. From a young age they are trained to protect the moroi from strigoi, to lay down their lives. 'They come first' is the mantra that is drilled into them from the first day of nursery."

"Protecting the moroi was the only way to carry on the dhampire race. Dhampires can only reproduce with moroi, therefore if the moroi die then so do the dhampires."

Everyone so far seemed to be following what I was saying so I took a deep breath readying myself to tell someone for the first time about the event that turned my world upside-down.

"I was staying at court with my best friend Lissa. She was a royal moroi princess. There was 12 royal moroi families, with a prince or prince elected from each to represent the family on the royal council. A queen or king would be elected from the royal family to rule the moroi and respectfully the dhampire world. "

"Was?" Questioned Emmett, his natural enthusiasm dying down some what.

"Was." I nodded. "There was a battle at the royal court about two months ago. I lost everything that I have ever known. I still don't know what actually happened. I was fighting along side . . . Dimitri . . . " My name cracked on his name and the tears refused to stay at bay. Esme got up from her seat beside Carlisle to put a comforting arm on my shoulder.

I looked at the Cullens through my tears who were all staring at the fire-place. Curious as to what was holding their attention I looked towards the fire-place. My shoulders shook with the force of my sobbing.

"Who are you?" Rosalie asked hastily, ignoring the fact that he was semi transparent.

"Dimitri." Hearing his voice brought on a new round of sobbing and fresh tears.

"Roza" Dimitri looked distraught at my misery. He walked over and sat beside me, now looking like a normal person and not at all like a ghost.

"You need to get a hold of yourself. You are stronger than this, I know that you are. You always have been. I wouldn't have spent years training you if I thought that you couldn't handle the way life is." The Cullens were looking at Dimitri bewildered but too awkward to break the bubble we were in.

"I love you and I know that you love me. But you have to let me go. I'm dead now and there is nothing that you can do to change that. Just because we didn't get our happy ever after doesn't mean that you shouldn't. But right now you need to be ready."

"You are about to face the biggest battle that you ever will and you will need all of your strength to triumph. You will have to become a leader and march your army into war, knowing that some will never make it out. It is hard but you knew it would come to this. This is what you've been training for."

I glanced around the room at the Cullens and then turned to Dimitri dealing with the situation the only way I knew how; making light of it.

"I see you've been hanging around your batshit crazy grandmother. Her and her bloody cryptic messages."

Dimitri laughed and smiled the full genuine smile that I so rarely got to see.

"Make me proud Roza. I love you."

"I love you too. "

He stroked my cheek as he faded out back to wherever the heel he came from.

"Now where was I?"

"Wait you aren't going to tell us about that guy?" Alice was now over me rejecting her clothing style and onto bigger and better topics.

"Later pixie." I laughed at her pouting because she didn't get what she wanted.

"Right so, I was fighting and something hit me on the back of the head. When I woke up everyone was dead, and I mean everyone. Not just the people at court but the entire moroi, dhampire and strigoi races had been wiped out. There was no one left. I have no idea how I survived or how everyone died. I inherited everything."

"Everyone's powers their money, houses everything."

Everyone sat quietly not knowing what to say until Emmett hit out with "AWESOME!". Shouting it at the top of his lungs.

The whole family and I dissolved into laughter at how Emmett unknowingly breaks the silence.

"I've got to go. I'm having a friend over. But I had better hear your story; it is only fair you've heard mine."

I shook my head and walked out to my car hoping that I would get back to my house before Angela got there.