Sorry about the long wait but I've been busy with life and life is keeping me contained. Anyway this chapter's all back to the Volturi and the other vampires, where they begin their trip to Russia to save Celli.

Again sorry for the long wait.

Enjoy!

Volturi's private plane:

The Volturi's private plane carried the Cullens, the Denalis, the wolves, the nomads, and of course the Volturi. The other covens remained in the coach party while the Volturi had to take first class. The wives remained at Volterra with part of the guard, though it took a good amount of convincing from Aro and Caius to leave them for their own protection.

Things hadn't gotten better for Nekolai though, since he found out the wolves were using human blood to sustain his sister he'd been quiet and been searching through her eyes for hours at a time. All he could see was blurred visions of people, possibly werewolves, running and crying all over the place for something. He kept his distance from the Volturi and stayed near the Cullens since Renesmee wanted him to be with her.

"Nekolai?" he heard her as she tapped his arm.

"Yeah kid?" he didn't even look at her.

"Did you see anything?"

"No kid." He heard her sigh.

"Nekolai look, I know I'm just a kid and I don't understand much about you or your parents…but I think you should at least talk with them. I shouldn't be saying this…but you're starting to act like Caius." He snapped his head towards her. "I mean it Neko, I mean you're being just as cold to him as he is to everyone else. When you get angry you distance yourself from others and don't talk about it."

"You're very lucky you're just a kid otherwise I'd pulverize you for saying that." He said calmly.

"I know, that's why my dad's in earshot of this. I'm not saying do it now Neko, but think back…was there ever a time where you actually remember loving your father?" Nekolai thought for a second trying to pretend to think, but then a flashback came to him.

Flashback:

A four year old Nekolai was busy playing with his new wolf pelt while Celli had gone off to see their mother to try on a dress.

"Son what're you doing?" the boy looked up through the hood too large for him. His father smirked at him and pulled the hood up straight to fit his head.

"Thanks father."

"You know you can't play in that. It's your hunting suit."

"I know but I like pretending to be a werewolf." He gave off a pretend roar and his father's smile faltered. "What's wrong father?"

"Junior you know how we feel about moonchildren." The boy understood why, but he still wanted to play. Nekolai jumped onto his father's back and let off another roar. "Junior this isn't funny."

"RAAARRRR!" he gave a pretend bite and his father tried to shake him off.

"Son that's enough get down." He just held on more tightly, then pulled the hood over his face.

"RAAARRRRR!" he began to bounce on his father's back and ran off like a wolf. "RAAARRRR!"

"Oh you want to play do you?" his father's smile returned and he began chasing Nekolai around the room. "Surrender wolf man!"

"Never!" the chase was on until his father caught him by the ankle and lifted him into the air. "Release me demon!"

"Never!" he mocked his son's playful tone. Soon Neko was lifted into the air and spun around until his father began to tickle his sides making him roll on the floor with laughter.

"Ah! Ha hahahaha stop father!"

"What's that?" he gave a wicked smirk and continued to tickle Neko.

"Stop please!" he laughed again and his father quit letting Neko catch his breath. "You're mean father, you don't play fair."

"I'm an adult I don't have to play fair." His father laughed and lifted him up pulling the hood off his head. "Come on son let's go find your sister. And no more wolf playing, we don't want Aro down here again do we?" Neko shook his head no and let his father carry him out of the room after storing away the cloak.

"Father…?" he looked at him.

"Yes Junior?" Neko leaned his head in and snuggled his father's shoulder.

"Love you." His father's hold tightened a bit, but he didn't say anything. "Father?"

"You too son, you too." He leaned into his father's shoulder, knowing his father never actually admitted he loved him but he was sure he would someday.

End Flashback.

'He never did say it back.' That was the first time they had a father-son moment, and the only time he could actually remember them being that way. "Look kid I know what you're trying to do, but what happened between me and those people upstairs is mainly my and my sister's business." The girl gave him a look and shrugged.

"Suit yourself, but at least get what you've been feeling for years off your chest. Maybe he'll understand then." she left her seat running over to her parents. Nekolai looked out the window again and continued to look through his sister's blurred eyes, but couldn't stop thinking about that one memory.

First Class:

All three leaders of the Volturi were seated at the front of the other rows. The main guard had come along but only a few of the minor guards were present.

Caius hadn't said a word to anyone since they left Italy; he was even quieter than Marcus had been after losing his mate Didyme. It was worrying Aro and the others since he was almost never this quiet, but he didn't care. All he could think about were his son's words and that huge punch to his face, not to mention worrying about his daughter at the mercy of his most hated enemies.

'What have I done?' he thought and then someone came up to their row.

"Lord Caius, you have a visitor." Demetri said and Caius looked up to see his son at the end of the aisle. He could see he had changed clothes, wearing long black pants and a black shirt with a red phoenix on the front, dark shoes, and his shoulder length blonde hair was tied back. He had a strange look on his face but Caius paid no mind as he carefully walked down to him.

"Son…" he began but his son held up a hand.

"We need to talk, privately." He turned around and Caius followed him up to the private part of the plane, Aro had it put in just in case. After closing the door behind him Caius watched as Junior, or Nekolai, leaned back on the marble table motioning towards a well cushioned chair; the room was decorated Victorian style, with gold and red colors. "Sit." Caius did so.

"Junior please…" he held up a hand again.

"Don't talk, just listen." He turned away from him moving towards the window. "You heard pretty much why we left, but you obviously don't understand my motivations for all this." He paused bowing his head. "Tell me something, do you understand why I could never talk to you? Why Celli and I could never tell you or Athenodora anything when we were little?" Caius turned away.

"Because of that day?"

"Close, but no. Truthfully it was because you never really could show us or tell us we could come to you for anything. You always just shut us away and hardly showed any compassion or encouragement to us, the only one we could actually talk to was Marcus." Caius cringed. "I mean think about it, he didn't judge us, he didn't force us into anything, he always looked out for us while you and everyone else made decisions without telling us. I know this will hurt, but I'm saying it anyway…he was more of a father figure to us than you ever were." Caius felt his dead heart break inside, or maybe it was the fact that his hands were clenched up so hard his knuckles were cracking.

"I-I know…" he heard feet turn and looked up to see Nekolai glaring at him.

"Do you? Do you understand why we hardly ever saw you or anything outside those rooms were kept in? It's pretty obvious Caius, you wanted to keep us locked away so we could be sheltered, pompous, man-eating snobs like you and everyone else. Am I right?"

"No you're not!" Caius stood up from his seat looking directly into his son's eyes. "I know I made many mistakes with you and your sister, but don't you think I regret something more?"

"And what's that?" he challenged. Caius felt the words build up in his throat and wanted to shout them out but held back as he sighed.

"I regret that I was no better a father to you than mine was to me." Nekolai's eyes widened a bit. "It's true son, my father wasn't much better than me. In a way I suppose his parenting rubbed off on me and I wasn't sure how to actually be a father." Nekolai stepped back a bit.

"Then what was he like, was he the same?" Caius looked away again.

"I hardly knew him, I never saw him except at night when he came home. He was gone all day and night; I had no one to be with except a few friends. My mother died when I was a baby so I didn't have a mother figure in my life. If anything I was raised by the servants, I looked after myself and I kept strong; but there wasn't one night that I wouldn't wish that my father would at least come see me and say goodnight or at least say hello to me."

"In other words he hardly knew you existed." Caius nodded. "That doesn't excuse the fact that you hardly acted like a father to me and Celli. Except that one day." Caius looked at him. "You should remember, you caught me playing in that wolf suit you made me and nearly scolded me. I wanted to play and somehow I got you to play with me, we were laughing and you lifted me into the air." Caius soon remembered the laughter, the rolling around on the floor, and the chase.

"I remember that day…"

"That was the only time we had a father-son moment, I remember I kept trying to get your attention after that but you brushed me off. That wasn't what made me remember though…it was the fact that I had told you I loved you to your face, and you didn't say it back."

"I know, but son I wanted to."

"Then why didn't you?" he looked back at Nekolai, and to his surprise he saw tears forming. "Not a day goes by I don't remember not wanting you to show me some clues that you actually cared about us! I worked hard in the lessons and I went along with everything just to please you and the others, no matter how miserable me and Celli were all we ever wanted was your approval." Tears were falling down his son's face and his teeth were grinding as he spoke. "You never once, not once, you never told us you loved us. We only ever heard it from Marcus, while you and mother were off doing God knows what!" he only watched as his son collapsed to his knees and buried his face in his hands.

"Son please…" he didn't know what to say, his son was upset and he didn't know what to do.

"Can you…imagine…how I felt? How we felt, after we left? I remember a voice telling me to go back and try to make things up, but I never listened to it because all I could think about were those people you killed. The way you and the guard mercilessly slaughtered them, the way my baby sister screamed and cried for them!" Nekolai stood up, fists clenched, stiff, and angry but sad as Caius could tell. "Tell me now father…can you understand, can any of you understand how we felt all these years?" without thinking Caius instantly pulled his son into his arms and held him tight. Nekolai didn't resist, he just collapsed again to the floor taking Caius with him.

"Son please, please don't cry. I hate seeing you like this, I know I caused you and Celeste so much pain and I'm sorry. Son I'm so sorry, I never wanted to hurt either of you and neither did Aro or the guards. It was my fault I should've been a better parent, I should've let you do as you wanted and maybe we'd be a family again! Nekolai…please don't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong it was all me." The man tensed up and looked directly at Caius.

"What…what did you say?" Caius smiled, a kind smile not a sneer or ugly smirk like his usual.

"I called you Nekolai, it's your name." for the first time since he'd seen him, Nekolai smiled big. He embraced his son tightly again and rubbed his back. "I did a lot of horrible things my boy, but I promise once we save Celeste and get rid of those blasted dogs we will be a family once again. I'll be a better father to you, you have my word." His son's hold tightened on him but he didn't care. He kissed his son's hair and held him again letting him sob into his shirt.

"Father…I…" he didn't let him finish.

"I love you my son. I love you so much more than anything…" Nekolai looked up at him.

"Father." Was all he said before they hugged again. As soon as the two managed to regain their composure they stood up and Caius turned back to the door.

"I know you're there brothers. Come on get in here…" Nekolai wiped his face clean as Aro and Marcus entered the room. "How much of that did you hear?" Aro smiled as did Marcus.

"Oh just from the part where you brought up your father until now." Caius glared at Aro. "Relax only we heard brother, no one else." Aro looked at Nekolai. "I'm glad you patched things up together, and I can't tell you how sorry I am for what you saw that day. We should've talked to you sooner." Nekolai just went up and hugged Aro, much to his surprise.

"Don't worry about it Uncle Aro, its water under the bridge now." Aro smiled and hugged back then Marcus received one.

"Good to have you back Nekolai." The boy pulled back and smiled.

"Glad to be back Uncle Marcus."

"Son I'm so proud of you." Caius said and then his son's smile faltered.

"That's enough emotional moments here; we still have to save my sister." Caius put a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Nekolai, we'll save her and put those mutts in their place." They each walked out of the room and as they each made their way back to the first class area the pilot made a call on the intercom.

"Attention passengers we're about to land at our destination. Fasten your seatbelts because we're about to hit some turbulence." Nekolai joined his family at the front and sat between his father and Aro. Caius kept his thoughts strong and steadfast as the plane sped up, his nerves rising up to his skin as he thought about his daughter.

'Hang on Celli, we're coming to save you.'

I'll admit it's a bit sappy, but I had to put in a moment where Nekolai and Caius finally let it all out in the open. The next one gets better up against the moon children, with a small twist later on. If you have any ideas please feel free to share in a review.

Again sorry about the wait but I'll try and update as soon as I can.

Later!