EPILOGUE
Eight Years Later
Aro's long fingers tapped at the arm rests edge of his wooden throne. He had tried very hard to be patient but it seemed as though the strength of the Volturi was slowly decaying right before his milky eyes. He had tried over and over again to create a hybrid but was unsuccessful. He had sent Demetri on countless missions to see if Marcus ever resurfaced from the underworld but that too had been unfruitful. Aro knew what he wanted and his mind teased him with it unceasingly. Aro wanted more power.
And the only way that Aro knew to get power was by adding more talented vampires to the Volturi guard. Yet the only ones with the power he desired, (Renesmee, Edward, Alice, Bella, Benjamin, Kate, Kieu, Eleazar, and Zafrina) would never submit to him willingly and he was nervous about facing them head on again like they had in Forks, twelve years previously. They had banded together like no other coven's had in the past to protect the hybrid child. He remembered the way she was able to enchant any and all that came into her presence. Perhaps if she belonged to him, he could use that enchantment to his advantage. But alas, her family would never agree to it.
As if she had been the one endowed with the gift of mind reading, Sulpicia spoke up from her stone like pose beside him. "Aro, if you want her so much, why don't you just take her?"
Aro sighed. "I cannot. You know the laws. We cannot do anything to them until they have committed a crime."
Sulpicia giggled scornfully. "Oh my Aro… And who will punish you for your crimes?"
Aro pondered this. She was right, there was no law higher than Volturi law. So what if Aro took Renesmee from her family, even without provocation from the Cullen's? Why should he wait an eternity for them to make a mistake when he could just take her now? Sulpicia had said it- Who would punish him? Aro knew the answer. No one. No one could punish Aro for his crimes.
The lust for power suddenly began pumping its way through Aro's ancient body. He felt the licking flames of desire begin to consume him completely. He wanted this, and why shouldn't he have it? Hell, why shouldn't he take all of them? Who would stop him?
For the first time in years, Aro smiled. He began to concoct his plan to abduct talented vampires and to make them his slaves. His plan for world domination unfolded like a blossoming flower in his own mind. All of this now seemed possible because of the mere suggestion of his lunatic wife, Sulpicia.
