WOW! Just WOW. We've made it to nearly 50 reviews... Way more than I expected to ever receive. I was thinking more like 3 lol. Thank you so, so much! It really means a lot and I enjoy reading them :)I'm sorry I don't reply to all. But I appreciate all, and everyone brings me a smile :)

This will be the last short chapter, as I will be doing Sunday updates from now on, with one long chapter, every Sunday evening. :-)

Edwards point of view.

I sniff in distaste. As I spot a fake New York City taxi as I pull up next to it and glance briefly to the side of the car to see none other than Demetri fucking Volturi. What. The. Fuck?

What the fuck is that fucker up to now. I wondered... my boredom had just been replaced by curiosity, and I decided to follow the rat. I could smell a rat from a mile off, and glad I picked a car that not many impart from immediate family are aware of.

My brother in all but blood Jasper Whitlock is also with me on our little outing. He is also my second and most trusted, in all our circle and associates. I've known Jasper since we were in dippers and not once has he ever let me down or given me reason to not trust him.

Jasper's a cold mother fucker. But underneath he's the nicest guy you'll ever meet.

We shared a side way's look with each other, as we both decided with just one look that we'd follow that slime ball. The Volturi's are the worst of our kind. And I mean, we've done bad shit, but we don't abduct people, train them as sex slaves, then sell them off to the highest bidder. That's fucked up!

Basically they make us look like fuckin' angels and that's saying something, believe me.

"Airport." Jasper said. Breaing my train of thought, for a second.

"What the fuck?" I said.

As I switched my inner muse off and focused on that scum bag, in front of us, in a fake taxi. Why the hell would Demetri Volturi want to willingly accept a post as playing taxi driver? That is so not his style. Something big is going on, we've known for months, from inside spy's within the Volturi coven.

But they've been surprisingly shady instead of sloppy with this particular, something. So it must be BIG if they are being extra careful.

We call our selves coven's which is basically another term for family in our world. I won't get into full detail today but we, my family, The Cullen Coven, are I can proudly and smugly say are the top dog's, in this game of domination and power, and we ain't afraid to shoot if ya'll get in our fuckin' way.

The Volturi Coven, a crime family, who deals in all the bad shit, they rival us in the dirty department and that's sayin' something, trust me.

They do things we won't do, like human trafficking, drug and weapon stealing from other crime families, killing cause some poor fucker pissed them off for the tiniest little thing.

Trust me, I've had a hit on me for as long as I can remember.

As we continue to follow Demetri a few car's behind, we pause in the parking bit, opposite the pick up, once we arrive at JFK air port. I'm glad I picked my old Aldi Quattro sport to run around town in, for a change, instead of my usual yellow Saleen S7, which everyone who knows me knows, that's my car, my baby and if you harm her, you'll be a dead man or woman for sure.

We watched as Demetri held back till a particular girl arrived.

My blood started to sing and I couldn't take my eyes off, of her. She's drop dead gorgeous, even from this distance, her beauty shone in the sun. Her long dark hair, stood out the most, and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers through it as she lay, curled up asleep by my side.

WHAT THE FUCK? I shook my head, and glanced at Jasper, what was smirking at me. To which I flipped him the bird and went back to look at my brown haired angel.

But she and Demetri where gone.

FUCK

Hi again :) I do have a question for my American readers... Which languages is spoken the most out of German or Spanish in the US? As I'm torn between the two! And America's one of my choices, to eventually move too :)

P.S See you all next Sunday, hope you have a fab week! Xx