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A/N: First, as always, I want to thank all of you who have reviewed, added this story to their favorites and to their following list. All of your support means so much to me. Thank You!

Also to answer some question. No, Jacob has not imprinted; he has not shifted yet to do so. What he does feel though is the pull of it as he is the true Alpha; his senses are stronger and he thinks it's him having a strange teenage reaction. It is really his soul trying to set him on the right path.

As for Bella, she is feeling something as well. However, due to her painful past and her shield she finds strength to put up a wall and fight against it.

As for the voice that whispers to Bella whether to trust or not, and etc., it is her mother guiding her from her place in the afterlife by whispering what is best or what Bella needs to hear in her ear, which Bella hears in her mind. It is Renee's way of getting her redemption for allowing her daughter to fall into such a hard life when she could have prevented it.

I think that covers the biggest ones that needed cleared up. I might have missed a question and if I did, I apologize.

Here is the next installment; hope you enjoy it.

Our future's here and now,
Here comes the countdown!
Sound it off, this is the call!
Rise in revolution!
It's our time to change it all,
Rise in revolution!
Unite and fight, to make a better life!
Everybody one for all,
Sound off, this is the call, tonight we rise!

Song- Rise

By: Skillet

The tickle was long sated; it became nothing more than an annoying memory the moment her teeth found their way into that waste of skin that called himself a man's jugular. A small growl built in her throat as she walked through the warped dirt streets of the small village nestled outside the castle grounds, causing her to pull her midnight cloak tighter around herself. It was an instinct of her kind to growl under the scrutiny around her, but she needed to contain it; the future depended on it. She could not see beyond the walls of her hood, but she didn't need to. She knew that a sea of green eyes were watching her every move. Vampires or humans hardly bothered coming to this unforgotten place in time, most of all vampires of her stature.

They watched her not only because they distrusted what this high ranking servant of the Volturi wanted, but also because of the smell of a fresh reaping covering her. It mattered nothing to these villagers that the soul she recently reaped was a murderer of children or that he was a thief. Nor did it matter to these villagers that she only reaped her blood from the lowest of mankind, such as murderers, rapists, abusers, and thieves. No, none of that would matter to them because in their eyes she was no different than her kindred vampires.

Yet as much as they distrusted and as much as she knew, they would love nothing more than to rip her limbs from her and burn her into a purple cloud. They would do nothing because they were bound by heavy law and even if they could, not one of them would do anything due to fear that it would jeopardize a mass retaliation onto their kindred.

Sarah sighed internally as she continued to walk through the never ending sea of eyes. She no longer lived by the name that once tied her to a human existence; even among her own kind she was referred to as Seer. Nothing more nothing less from the moment her body no longer burned from the fire in her veins. The Volturi only saw her for her power and therefore referred to her as such; no other name was needed as no other vampire had her power of sight. When it came to those who surrounded her now, she was nothing but scum, an enforcer for a dictator, and above all a life taking tick that preyed on anything with a heartbeat.

Finally the intensity of the eyes around her faded, melting the tension her body carried and allowing the ever growing growl she fought to conceal to dissipate as she slipped into the forest's edge. As soon as the canopy of leaves from the trees masked her form, she used her new found stealth. She slid into the darkness the trees provided and quickly weaved in and out of obstacles to the small waterfall's base, where prying ears were long gone and left in the distant village and castle behind her.

"Still do not trust me, Olson?" Sarah slightly chuckled as she emerged from the heavy darkness of the tree line, which toed the edge of where shadows met the light of the sun.

"No reason to hide as we have much to discuss; and neither of us can be gone long or late in our return," she chided with her new bell like voice. A rustling from the greenery across from her reached her ears. Slowly and with a smooth stealth of his own, a medium height light skinned, greying brown haried man emerged from his hiding. She knew his eyes were on her the moment she arrived but the emerald color eyes matched the foliage around them, which hid him completely and his chosen foliage masked his scent entirely.

As usual his face was a mask, which showed nothing. It was a trait he learned to carry long ago, a trait he learned that was needed for survival. In a few strides he stood outside the sunlight's rays across from her, his eyes meeting hers in a show of his stature. 'Yes, this man was a true warrior,' rang through Sarah's thoughts as she made sure to return his stare.

"You will excuse me if my trust for you and your kindred isn't in my nature, Tic... Seer."

Sarah took no offense to his words as she took in the old werewolf (or as her kind sometimes called them children of the moon as they only shifted by the rise and fall of the moon); her kind have not shown him or his clan any favor or charity. They use them for entertainment and for weapons and they are nothing but disposable creatures in the eyes of her kindred. It would take a lot to prove herself and gain any sort of rapport with this wolf, but the future depended on him so much; she needed to build it at any cost and she hoped her tidbit of information had laid a foundation for just that.

"Your apprehension is warranted," her voice dismissive. "However, as you can see that I have kept my word in more than one way," a smile graced her lips, yet it remained unseen under the shadow of her hood. At hearing the increase of his heartbeat it proved he did know she had kept her word as it beat with a bit of excitement as he thought of the information she had given him. "So, no reason to leave the young alpha hidden. Come on out, pup. You can see I bring no back up and you have seen my words truthful," she called out causing a pucker in the older wolf's brow at her words, quickly the wind shifted causing the scents it carried to caress his nose, and for his face to lax into a knowing expression.

"Paul!" he bellowed into the forest; yet nothing was heard, not even a bird in the trees. "NOW, BOY!" the old wolf snarled, causing a few pheasant in hiding to dart from their cover and take to the sky.

No more than a few moments later, Sarah watched a flash drop from the large willow tree growing by the falls. Landing without a sound and on the balls of his bare feet, there slowly started to rise a large copper toned skinned man. His inky black hair was cropped short like all of his kind as it was their way to keep the wolf's coat manageable. His cheekbones were high, his skin flawless, his body muscular and lean, his nostrils flared and his solid square jaw locked showing the distrust and anger in this wolf. His height was towering as he rose to his full height of what she would guess at least 6' 5" as he made his way to his elder's side.

Sarah couldn't help but think of her tribe as she took in the wolf hybrid before her. He looked so much like those of her homeland, yet the small differences showed that marked him differently to all the wolves here and to her homeland. One of those differences was his skin tone (which was a sign of the mixing of the bloodlines). The Clan was of Celtic descent, leaving the other wolves here of full Caucasian descent. His skin was a shade lighter than those of the Quileute nation, but the biggest difference 'besides his extra abilities' from the wolves of her homeland was his emerald green eyes, proving him of his true nature and property of the Clan.

A growl broke Sarah from her inner comparisons, causing her eyes to snap to the wolf. There was so much anger behind those emerald eyes; she had seen his past and she knew of his pain, but when it came to his future and where he played in that; well, that was tricky for her as his future at times became blurry. That could only be caused by one thing, his future was entwined tightly somehow to the true queen and true alpha of the Clan. To Sarah that was a problem because he could be the downfall of her plan due to his future so tightly entwined with the queen or his involvement could be the asset to push the alpha queen's choices into the direction Sarah needed them to go.

Even with all this power, she was still left blinded at times; and to get the information she gave the old wolf to build the foundation she was banking on, she had to reap double the souls she would need to survive in a week's time to push past the strong defenses surrounding her target. She couldn't fathom the number of souls she would need to consume to fully push past the strong aura and defenses. All she knew was it would be enough to cause the unwanted attention of Aro and then all this would be for nothing. She was too strong in her control of her thirst to blame it on her newborn status; besides she had used that excuse once when she overfeed to get what she did to start her plan for vengeance. She had come to a steady feeding; overkill now would spread and reach Aro. 'Maybe I should have overdone myself the first time around.'

A loud snarl ripped through the air causing her to stop her inner monologue. "Be careful, young pup, at who you snarl at," Sarah growled out hoping to show the dominance her stature carried; all the while knowing she needed to stop herself from getting lost. She had a game and a plan to play out and she needed to remain focused. There would be time for thoughts later, alone in her chambers.

"Young? What is your age, Tick? And when I say age, I do not mean what was your mortal age, I mean what is your immortal age? Hmm….. I do believe you became Aro's new favorite pet about three weeks ago," he snarled. "Now as for myself, I might look like a kid to you but I have been dawning my fur suit and frozen in immortality leaving me at the age of seventeen for fifty four years!"

"Yet, your immaturity remains that of a seventeen year old boy."

A snarl ripped through the air as the boy's skin started to ripple from his anger as his wolf was so close to the surface. Sarah didn't understand how an angry unstable wolf could be so tightly bonded to the alpha queen. Quickly she dismissed her thinking and squared herself off with the seething wolf before her. "Do not act like what I say isn't true, boy. Your selfish actions almost caused your queen, your alpha, your salvation her death," she cooed. A 'why you' and 'what' were all snarled at the same time. The 'why you' from the angry wolf and the 'what' from the elder wolf. Sarah didn't even flinch as the younger wolf lunged for her just as Olson tackled his protege to the ground.

'Ah yes, Paul; that is his name,' popped to the forefront of her mind. Sarah smirked as she watched the display before her. So much more power and strength from his hybrid blood coursed through Paul's veins but the wolf in him would not allow him to rebuke his elder, most of all one with such high ranking blood running through its veins.

"What is the lee... Seer talking about, Paul? What does she mean you were almost the cause of our alpha queen's death?" Olson snarled, his eyes locked onto the younger wolf below him who had now turned his head in submission. "You told me what the Seer saw was true, that the heiress lives and breathes and there is no need for worry. If there is something you are letting out, I suggest you tell me now, boy. So is there anything you are leaving out?"

"Yes," the young wolf almost whimpered out from the grip the elder bore down on his neck.

"Then I suggest you share, boy, before I lose my patience."

With that the old wolf released his grip allowing Paul to rise to his feet. Being allowed to stand and say his peace was a privilege among their kind, as it removed some of the shame of being submitted into sharing your wrong doing. However, as he stood he couldn't keep the growl out of his chest as he glared down at the hooded tick who had caused him the disgrace.

"When I arrived, the young heiress was in distress; she was under attack by humans. They meant to kill her and take her virtue, I stepped in and removed the assailant and enjoyably raked my claws through is flesh. I planned on making the mortal suffer for his actions but his wounds did not keep him down. He used a gun and shot me, which caused my wolf to take control and make him pay for his crimes a lot faster then what our laws would have liked."

"Oh, don't play the hero. Why don't you explain where you were that let these events get that far when you were sent to not only confirm what I saw, but to make sure she was safe and observe her for a few days."

A snarl and a dark glare were shot her way from the ill-tempered wolf. He was already on edge with his patience at having to watch his choice of words around his elder in hopes to remain respectful by using non-demeaning and lewd terms. The elders of the clan were hundreds years old and saw that language a call for punishment. Now this tick had to push him even more by opening its filthy mouth. Paul almost decided to just show his true nature and talk as he saw fit and attack not only verbally but physically; but he knew he was already in for punishment, and even with the short fuse he carried, Paul wasn't stupid; knowing if he followed his nature he would extend out his punishment to come. And that wasn't something he was willing to endure for this tick. So with all his fight he swallowed the words that wanted to roll off his tongue.

"Yes, Paul, would you mind explaining where you were to allow things to get that far?" the firm tone from his elder had him cringe and turn back to face his once alpha.

"I was….. I was," he knew this might actually make the punishment worse. Why couldn't the Tick just leave it be; the girl was alive and the elder was intrigued to work with this leech.

"NOW!" the residual alpha timber in the old wolf made the current alpha drop to his knees in submission. The young wolf couldn't fight it; he might have been given the current alpha status but the blood that ran through his elder was of a higher hierarchy and forced him to submit.

"Alester."

"You went looking for your father? You put your queen's health and safety in jeopardy because of your obsession with your traitorous father?" Olson roared.

"NO! I didn't go looking. I found him and repaid him for what he did- -".

"All about you; is it not, Paul? Vengeance for yourself is not the Clan's way to deal with a traitor."

"Don't you know I know that. I did it for more than myself. I did it for him turning his back on his Clan, his duty," the young wolf snarled as he stood to face his elder. "And where did I find the traitor, you ask? Oh wait, as you didn't; let me tell you? I found him-".

"IT DOES NOT MATTER, PAUL!" the alpha timber was back, forcing the young wolf again to buckle under the weight. "LISTEN AND LISTEN WELL. YOU MIGHT PLAY THE ALPHA, BUT YOU SHOW YOUR BETA BLOOD BY PUTTING YOUR PETTY HUNT FOR YOUR FATHER ABOVE ALL ELSE THE FIRST TIME YOU ARE ALLOWED OFF THIS LAND ALONE, WHEN IT WAS NOT YOUR DIRECTIVE. YOU WERE SENT WITH A MISSION AND NOT ONE OF YOUR OWN TO HUNT FOR A TRAITOR. IT WAS TO FIND THE KEY TO OUR SURVIVAL; YOU HAD ORDERS AND YOU PUT YOUR NEEDS ABOVE YOUR CLAN. NO MATTER HOW YOU JUSTIFY IT IN YOUR MIND, PAUL, THAT IS WHAT YOU DID AND THOSE ACTIONS HAD YOU ARRIVE ALMOST TO LATE TO SAVE OUR ALPHA AND OUR KIND."

The elder roared in pure anger as he glared down at the young wolf. Paul had so much promise and many good qualities for a stand in alpha (after all he was born of beta blood). He was loyal, he was deadly on the battlefield, and he was a strategist. However, he had more anger and bitterness at the cards he was dealt; whether he admits it or not. They had so much to discuss. While the traitor wolf was now dealt with, it was not his mission and for that Paul would have to be dealt with. Taking a deep sigh in, Olson calmed himself and took any rancor out of his voice because this is all that truly mattered. "How was she when you left her? And where did she go?"

"She was bloody, cuts littered her body and a bullet wound wept from her shoulder, however, she did leave under her own power," he paused as if thinking of his next words before looking up into the wise emerald eyes above him. "I could smell the start of pack on her, I could smell the healing gene was active, yet weak."

"But how..."

"The Cullens, a self-proclaimed vegetarian vampire coven."

"I know who they are, Seer. Carlisle did his time here and won favor of the king," he bit out. "What I want to know is why were they in contact with her?" he snarled as he looked at the cloaked vampire.

"That is a story for another time; our time is running thin and I am soon to be missed as the master will arrive soon from his stay in Italy. Before he arrives there is another meeting I must attend in secret. However, the story and answers you seek are ones that I would be willing to share if you are willing to meet again in two weeks' time, when the master again leaves this time for Paris. While the factions lay dormant, he will travel before they rise again and he finds himself again barricaded in these castle walls. But I will need your word that we speak of this with no one outside of the three of us. The only exception is who I give you the blessing to speak these matters with."

"So you want to meet in two weeks just to tell me stories of how our alpha queen came in contact with vampires at such a young age and in the outside world?"

"Yes," she cooed, "and to talk about more pressing matters."

"Of what caliber?"

"You, Pup. What direction did the young queen flee to?" this time the growl coming from the elder at what he took as a dismissal to his question.

"North, last I saw her she was-"

"In a cabin. Excellent."

"What does that have-"

"Everything, Olson. That question had everything to do with what you are asking. Now I know what I saw has been set into motion. Your alpha queen, known as Isabella, has chosen her path."

The old wolf's heart excelled at the hearing of her name. 'Isabella.' Her mother always loved that name. Now wasn't the time for this and banishing the memory, he turned back to the vampire Seer. "Again, how does this play into the caliber of these pressing matters. What does her choice have to do with this?" he asked, confused at this vampire's game. Yet he expected nothing less from her as their kind loved games. It was something they found joy in because it gave them control.

"The caliber of the discussion will be of great interest to all."

"And the subject?" he ground out, tired of the game.

"Revolution."

For so many centuries their kind wished to be free; wished to rise up in hopes of freedom and to rid the world of their mortal enemy and to finally fulfill what they were created to do. But when Renee had left, along with the others under Aro's orders in hopes to breed a new type of wolf that would make a better weapon, the attempts to break the enslavement they were bound to ended, as life became all about survival of the remaining clan. Out of the eight most gifted wolves who left all but two returned - Alester and Renee. He always hoped that she was still looking for what was needed and would return with the answer of how to free themselves from the vampires' rule. At the thought of Renee, so many more questions entered into his mind, which was cut off as Paul's angry voice cut through.

"And how do you plan on keeping any of this from Aro? One touch and he will see all and destroy us, along with yourself. Besides, why would you want him gone, Tick. Have eyes on the throne? Pawns in your own thirst for power, are we?" he snarled.

'All good questions,' flashed rapidly through the old wolf's mind.

A light twinkle of a chuckle escaped Sarah. "Nothing I do or say right now will convince you, but I have led you to who you desperately sought, and I am willing to lead you further. All you have to do is meet me in two weeks here and see for yourself. After all, what do you have to lose?" with her voice full of conviction and assurance she turned to leave. She knew they would agree because they had nothing to lose, and yes she did have a motive of her own; but it was not to rule this decrepit world. No, it was for the redemption she owed her people due to her and Billy's mistakes. She hated being a vampire; it was the ultimate insult to her people to become what she is. Yet it was also the greatest gift to repay her debts that the Fates could have given her. Pausing briefly, she turned her head to the side, "Young wolf, did your elder give you the letter to deliver to the address and name requested?"

"Yes, I gave the Ticks you summoned their formal invitation."

The news caused Olson to look at the vampire in distrust. "Two Cullens. Ask the boy what their eye color was if you don't believe me," Sarah's voice dismissive under the old wolf's gaze.

Shifting his eyes to the young wolf, Paul nodded in confirmation that their eyes were not ruby but the color of citrine. All this seemed so much and surreal and so much to deal with and to think about. But for the first time in a long time, hope was in their grasp. "And what of your vampire king and his magic touch," Olson called out.

"I have many talents, Wolf," she cooed full of confidence and knowledge. As quickly as she arrived she darted back into the canopy of darkness, leaving the two wolves to finish their discussion. Sarah couldn't help but snicker at Aro's gift. Only she and one other knew she wasn't like other vampires, who lost their memories or who became completely unfeeling. She had been granted the gift to keep the majority of herself intact (only a bit of her became colder as it was a necessary part of the change in her mind; otherwise she would never be able to feed. Murder or not, her human self wouldn't have condoned killing for any reason). She had to hide those little tidbits from the Master; most of all the ability she had to control what she allowed him to see when he touched her skin. She could manipulate her visions when prepared for his touch, showing the vampire king what she wanted him to see. Only she and Sergei knew the truth and he would never betray her.

Sergei was the only thing to blindside her seeing abilities; and he was much more than the monster he led everyone to believe when he bit her, changing her into her forever. He hated being a servant to the Volturi but like Sarah he had no choice. He, like Sarah, had kept memories and empathy (well, as much as a vampire, a born killer could). In the days after her change, Sergei helped Sarah keep up the ruse she was currently portraying to her master of being selfish and uncaring and out for power – like Sergei had done for centuries.

Quickly the castle grounds came into view. Like promised, Sergei was there waiting with a cup of freshly reaped blood from a local criminal. This was to refresh her scent and to appear she had left as she said to Dublin to hunt. Slowly she pulled her hood down to reveal her now flawless copper skin that dazzled in the sunlight that reached her through the breaks in the trees overhanging cover as she pulled the cup to her lips.

"Cutting it close. Could you not refuse the dog another round of fetch?" he chuckled.

"What can I say. I have a soft spot for puppies," she smirked as she handed him back the cup. "Have my guests arrived?"

"Yes, and they are less then pleased to be summoned," he snorted at the memory of Rosalie's attitude and her mate's placating nature.

"Good. Now for round two," she chuckled as she made her way onto the castle grounds. "We only have a small bit of time before Aro returns and requests my presence, demanding an update on the factions. Do you believe you can give me an extra bit of time?"

"For you and for this cause, I believe I can work out something to distract our master with."

She and Sergei trusted each other explicitly. What else would you expect from a mate? They were undying loyal and she knew even without the vampire pull, she would have found herself loving this man in her human life (he forever frozen at twenty five and she forever frozen at 33). She would always care about Billy and she did have happy years with him. He gave her a child and deep down this was who she was doing all this for. Her life with Billy was over and there was no going back. He was mortal and she was immortal; and even if he wasn't, they weren't meant to be.

With a heavy sigh, Sarah took her mate's outstretched hand and made her way into the castle to face the wrath of the blonde bombshell, known as Rosalie Cullen, in hopes of winning her to her side in the upcoming battles ahead. Rosalie would be crucial later when it came to Isabella. Yes, Rosalie was an important pawn in this chess match.

Well there we have it. I know, no Sam or Bella or even Jacob interaction this chapter, but be assured next chapter Sam and Bella will be back.

While there wasn't any Bella and Sam in this chapter, we did learn the identity of Bella's savior with those emerald green eyes that called to her to be Paul. I just couldn't leave one of my favorite wolves out and I had to find a place for him somewhere. Most of all a place where he will eventually have a leading role (Sarah did hint that Paul's future was entwined with the true Alpha Queen. However she was unsure how). Just so it's known in this story Paul is not Quileute, while he is half native American his native blood comes from another tribe that carries the shifter gene.

As you now see Bella is a hybrid. A cross between a child of the moon and a shifter.

That is why the presence of the Cullens alone could not trigger a full change in her and only activate some of the shifter genes.

Sarah has also moved on and found her mate in the one who bit her. She needed someone to ground her and someone she could truly trust as she weaved her web around Aro's back, and who better then one of his most trusted guard members. So to me it seemed to be the perfect mate for her, as a mate would do anything for the other.

While we missed out on Sarah and Rosalie's discussion, I can say we will revisit it another day.

Next Chapter - back to La Push.

Until next time please review as they are very much appreciated; however, as always, flames are not.

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