Kismet.

A CorruptedHeart Production

Renesmee Cullen/ Alec of the Volturi.

Name: Kismet.

Fandom: Twilight.

Ship: Alec/Renesmee.

Rated: M.

Summary: The final instalment in the adventures of Renesmee and Alec. Torn apart, Lilianna still isn't satisfied. Her newborn coven continues to grow, and threatens not only the Cullen's life; but the Volturi also. She will stop at nothing until he is hers, forcing the two recently torn apart couple to work together, side by side with their families; in a battle for their life, coven's and their love. Will they succeed? R&R.

I do not own Twilight. If I did, Jacob wouldn't have sucked so much.

—xXx—

Chapter one: Sweet home Alabama.

Jesus Christ he hated the rain. Well, no, not really. He just didn't like it when it was pissing it down like it currently was; especially when he had to walk fifteen blocks in order to get home. He would've pestered for a ride home, if they hadn't of had a few beers while he was learning the ropes of his newly found job.

Honestly, it was weird for him. Getting a job at eighteen on his own, when he was sure he was gonna end up working with his mother in that god forsaken coffee shop. And now, he was the upcoming co-owner of 'Tea-shurts' the personal T-shirt making store owned by his best friend, Damien. Thing's had changed over the course of two years. Losing his former best friend, who was still missing. Meeting his new best friend, who was completely and utterly nuts. Getting his first facial piercing; not to mention the fact his mother had a cow large enough to feed seven people with his ass end only, when she saw the bar through his skin. Not only did he get a lecture, but Christ eyebrow piercings hurt like a bitch, no matter what anyone else said. However, he didn't regret it in the slightest. He liked it, he thought it made him look more mature and rugged looking.

There may be one thing he had regretted ever getting. Just slightly, because of how stupid it was. His first tattoo - which he had gotten two weeks ago as a rash choice when he was drunk with his co-owner/boss/best friend. Currently, he had Damien's name written on his left rear end cheek; and Damien had his. Not the wisest drunken decision ever made, he knew that. But at least they had made their friendship eternal and it was because of that; he didn't regret it all that much.

He'd probably regret it a bit more if his mother found out.

With his gray hood pulled up over his head, hiding his face from the bullet like rain; Ryan hoped to god the rain didn't ruin his new t-shirt. When Damien had proposed that he learn the ropes, and began his post as his co-worker once he knew how to make certain things; Ryan had jumped right into it. He wanted to learn as quickly as he could, so he could save up and move out from his mother flat. She didn't have a lot of money, so keeping him was dragging her down. Of course he was apologetic, but he hadn't asked her to have him. He didn't ask for his dad to be a douche and walk out on them when he was thirteen. Shit things happened, and she was stressed; but he wouldn't let it bring him down. It wasn't his fault, after all.

But getting this job would help. He'd be able to help his mother out, he'd be able to move on and become a true man. Then, who knows; he might save up enough to eventually go to college.

The mere idea almost made him laugh. College? Him? Yeah, right. He sat for hours on end listening to people lecture him, tell him things enough already. He didn't have to go to college in order to endure more lectures. It was best if he just stuck to the t-shirt thing. Besides, you got cool t-shirts at the end of it; like the one he was currently wearing under his dark gray hoodie.

A plain white shirt with the words 'I'm okay, trust me.'

Damien had made it for him to show him how to do it, and in return; Ryan had made one with the words 'This is a t-shirt' written over the black material in white writing. It was simple, but Damien said he liked it. So, job well done. He was to start work tomorrow at noon.

His own shirt was mainly for sarcasm purposes, since he was often asked if he was alright; mentally. Because of how outrageous he could be. The thing with Ryan was that... He just didn't give two rats ass's as to what people thought of him. He was loud, infuriating, vain and carefree. Just like any other teenage boy. Damien was more of the quiet one, but there were reasons for that. He supposed that was why they both went well together.

Ryan was loud, Damien was quiet. Ryan was infuriating, Damien was calm - at times. When he wasn't having one of his 'phases' which he often found highly entertaining! - Ryan was vain, Damien was modest and uncaring as to how he looked, and lastly... They both were carefree. Well, again; when Damien wasn't having a phase.

They just meshed well, and Ryan knew their friendship would last a lifetime.

A flare of white caught his eye, stealing his attention from his feet splashing on the floor. His head snapped up automatically to look to his right, down a darkened alleyway. The streets were deserted, as they always were at this hour. The only life were the lights in shops he past, flickering, and the large space needle in the distance.

His eyes narrowed in confusion and curiosity. Other than hookers and pimps, why would you hide in an alley at...

He flicked his wrist, looking at the watch's time.

2:13 am.

Wow, it had gotten late. That would mean he had been at the store for seven hours. Time really did fly when you're having fun.

At this moment in time however, Ryan was having anything but fun. There was a silhouette in the far end of the corner. It looked hunched over, almost injured looking. It was probably a hooker, having been abused by their last client.

But despite all of Ryan's instincts telling him to move on and ignore the figure, that just wasn't him. He liked to make sure others were alright. So putting every piece of common sense behind him, Ryan began down the alley; taking one final glance out to the deserted street. Somewhat looking for anyone else, just to see that he had gone down there in the first place. There was no one. One foot cautiously after the other, Ryan bowed his head a little; as if to appear less threatening to the figure.

Oddly, he was calm. He could handle himself, for the closer he got; the closer he was to seeing it was a girl. A girl shorter than him, that is. Skinny looking. Petite looking. Damsel in distress? Perhaps this was his lucky day...

"Hey," he said in a light tone. "You alright there, miss?"

The figure's head moved, but he still couldn't see in the dim light.

"D'you need any help?" He continued, stopping himself from moving any further. "I ain't gonna hurt you..."

"No, but I'm going to hurt you... Just for a second."

The voice seemed to come out like music. Sweet, gentle, beautiful. It was nothing Ryan had ever heard before. He caught himself swooning for the smallest of seconds, until it registered in his head what she had said. Before Ryan could make a reply, or even an attempt at escaping; all he saw was a flash of bright red ruby eyes, and her lunging towards him.

—xXx—

Five months. Two weeks. Four days. Nine hours. Seven minutes. Twenty nine seconds.

It had been that long since I last saw her face. It had been that long since I last thought of her. It had been that long since I had ever felt anything other than oblivion. The Volturi were now fully aware that I was back to my usual routine. I had returned to how I had been long before I ever departed them and came back a changed man. Alec was back, and people didn't seem to mind.

They were a lot more careful, because things had changed. I wouldn't stand for most of the things I might've done even before returning from Forks with a new perspective. Demetri and Felix didn't joke around with me. It was always professional. Jane was the only one who spoke to me directly when it had nothing to do with work. I praised myself in doing a good job and completing missions.

Aro still hadn't decided to pursue seeing into my thoughts. He allowed me the space I wanted, and I believed he thought I would come to him when I was ready. If that was the case, that would never happen. My head was a place for my own thoughts. He didn't need to know what was going on in there, for it didn't concern him. I was happy in telling him exactly what I felt on the matter of her leaving me.

Nothing.

I didn't even so much as give it a second thought anymore, not like I once had. The only reminder I had was a pointless picture hidden in a drawer I wouldn't even go into if it wasn't in there. I wouldn't throw it out, even though I sometimes felt the urge too in the past. It was the only reminder of her I had, and that reminder wasn't a pleasant one. It was one I would look at and remind myself never to let myself get into that situation again. It was not worth it. Love wasn't worth it.

Like always, I waited until noon to make my way to the throne room. Jane, Demetri and Felix were already there waiting. Conversing quietly amongst themselves. The conversation died down the moment I took my place beside them. This was often how it went. Everything going silent once I arrived.

It wasn't that I was stopping the conversation, though it was highly evident my presence there did. Did I care if the talked around me? No. Would I say to them they could continue their conversation? No.

"Afternoon, brother." Jane greeted me in her usual way; her lips curving at my presence. At least someone still took joy in me being around.

Truth be told, most of the guard weren't all too comfortable with my presence any longer. I'd heard the walls talk, and the whispers echoing through our grand home. I believed myself to be reborn in my old actions. Returned to how I was always meant to be; emotionless and aloof. But the other members of this coven saw differently. I wasn't the same, I was more sadistic. I was more uncaring. I was more dangerous to piss off.

That would explain why Demetri and Felix didn't spare a word to me other than when they needed too. That would also explain the fleeing eyes when I'd pass down the corridor. Well, I couldn't complain. I actually enjoyed it. The immense respect and fear I brought to not only the world, but the coven also.

"Are you ready for today?" She continued when I lacked in giving her a response. Seemed that my thoughts had gotten the better of me.

Ready for today. Well, of course I was. It wasn't everyday we were able to stand by and witness an execution anymore. Those days were gone; now it was come and go with waiting for an execution to be taken place.

My lips curved in anticipation, and from the corner of my eye; I could see Jane grinning up to me in compliance. The others may be cautious on my new approach with things, but at least I was pleasing one person. The only person I cared to please, other than Aro that is.

"What time does it begin?" I quired, finally speaking for the first time of the day.

"We are still waiting on Santiago and Corin bringing him to us." Jane answered swiftly, turning her eyes back to the door and probably willing it to open. She was just as persistent to get this thing going as I was. I wouldn't say she was more so, because I could feel my palms itching to see some action.

"Then they best hurry up," I concluded, flicking my bright red eyes towards her. I watched as the pride in her eyes grew as she kept her unwavering attention on me. "I'm growing bored of waiting."

Her lips finally broke out into that sinister smile I had always adored on her face. Idly, I slipped my hand into hers. Jane's grip tightened around my grasp as the door opened and welcomed us inside for our posts.

It was business as usual. To make runs around the city walls; overlook the days activity; listen to any immortals reports and those of the guard we had sent out on minor missions. Life in Volterra was as typical as always, and while I stood by Aro's right hand side, with Jane on his left, the anticipation just seemed to keep building up and up. Each immortal that stepped through the door wasn't the people I wished to view. Santiago and Corin weren't anywhere to be seen, and those were the ones I longed to set eyes on; because they were bringing the supposed threat to us.

This was like promising a child a piece of candy, but prolonging the sweet taste. The buildup was just torture, and with each strike of the clock it continued to get more and more irritating. Not to mention boring. It was indeed business as usual, and as usual; it was dull. Perhaps Aro enjoyed these, but after a few centuries, I certainly didn't. I envied the humans ability to yawn, for it would be nice to express how bored I was in some small way.

As the hours ticked by, I was about to set all hopes of seeing a life being ripped apart in front of me all together when the doors opened. My hope spiked the moment I set eyes on the dark skinned figure of Santiago emerg through the doors, followed by not only one... But three vampire's behind him, not including Corin; who was at the back of the line.

The three immortals were a reasonably normal looking coven. One male at the front, following Santiago hesitantly. He was average height; with dark brown hair and a trimmed beard. The clothes he wore were again... Normal looking. A white shirt tucked into plain black trousers, and sensible looking shoes. Behind him, a female that looked around his age - or appearing age. She was taller than he. With dark black hair flat against her face, and black shirt tucked into her gray pencil skirt, and a high pair of black stiletto shoes; adding to her height over her coven's leader; and finally... The one at the back.

Dark chocolate brown hair in loose curls. A light complexion, full lips, a button nose and large red eyes. For the first time in five months; I thought of her. I pictured the large brown eyes that once stared back at me in affection. That looked at me through tears as she broke me. I predicted that my fists would clench in anger and pain; but they didn't. I was numb. I was unaffected. I didn't care.

"Elliot," Aro beamed, clasping his hands in front of himself in glee. "And you brought Sherrie and Monica. What a pleasant surprise."

"I wish I could share the enthusiasm, Aro." Elliot replied coming to a complete stop in front of Aro. To his surprise, presumably, he didn't bow. Though, I couldn't really blame him. He had been dragged across the world to come face to face with the one person you didn't wish to be called upon for.

The Volturi didn't just summon you for just anything. We were ancient, absolute. We were what most vampire's aspire to be, and we rarely brought vampire's in for a social call. It was either a crime had been committed, or there was curiosity in ones gift that Aro saw to possess. Other than that, we didn't take visitors lightly.

Aro unfolded his fingers and stood up from his throne. Caius was drumming his fingers against his armrest impatiently while Marcus sat, impassive and hollow. I know the feeling, Marcus. I know the feeling.

They were undoubtedly as bored as I was but... My interest was speaking as each second ticked by. They did have the option to leave, however. But I suspected that it didn't matter to Marcus where he happened to be and did so for the sake of duty to the Volturi, where as Caius was just as sadistic as my dear sister - standing there impassive as ever. I could see the silent curve to the corner of her lip in anticipation for what was to follow - and wished to watch the bloodshed, so to speak.

Aro stepped down the two steps from his pedestal; the echo of his footsteps summoning around the entire room. When they came to a stop, and the echoing had subsided, he put out his hand towards the male.

Glancing between each of the masters, and Aro's hand, the male who I now knew as Elliot hesitantly took hold of his hand. Aro's eyes shut as he was absorbed in the memories of Elliot. He was trying to look calm and easy, but I was able to pick out the paranoia in his face. The fear, and the nervous flicker. Especially when Aro finally broke from his state and grinned at the male with an elated look upon his face.

"Thank you, Elliot," said Aro, dropping the males hand. "Your new addition to your family was indeed a splendid choice."

Ah, the girl. I wasn't entirely sure which was which, so naming her would practically be impossible for now. But it was obvious that she, the girl with the curls, was the newbie. The look of total dread on her face provided that she had never been informed of the Volturi before, and thus must've been thinking the worst. As she should be.

Currently, that girl was hiding behind the other female. Her hand clutching onto the womans for what looked like dear life. Her eyes continued to flicker over each of us; especially Jane and myself. Perhaps she had heard of the Volturi after all, and if not us all; then Jane and myself especially. It was nice to see our reputation continued to serve us.

"Allow me to confer with my brothers." Aro nodded his head over something.

"Certainly," Elliot said bowing to his superior.

Finding his throne once again, Aro folded his fingers as he reclined back into its comfort. The drumming fingers of Caius came to a halt, as I expected, and eagerly waited to hear what Aro had to say.

Across from them, Elliot had taken his stance beside his mate and took her hand; while the younger girl had nuzzled herself in between them both. The mere sight of it made me feel... Disgusted. A picture perfect family, almost. The only thing that gave them away was the inhumane beauty and piercing red eyes.

It was then that I noticed the younger girls eyes had landed on mine. She was studying me; taking me in as a whole. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was trying to figure something out. What exactly that was, I wasn't sure. But it was unnerving. I frowned to show that I had caught her fleeting eye and she looked away automatically; taking the hint. Her head buried itself into Elliot's arm. Obviously a father figure.

"Well, Aro?" Caius pushed abruptly, his eyes blazing with malicious intent. Patience had never been one of Caius's strong points.

"Elliot's memories account for the information we received," Aro said then sighed tiresomely. "They also confirm our suspicions, tragically."

I knew little of this 'suspicion' but from what I had gathered, it was to do with their little newborn girl there.

Caius was satisfied by the news and settled back into his throne with the expression I must've had when Jane brought todays events up in the corridor hours before. One waiting for a show to begin.

"But how?" Elliot frowned, his hold on both girls tightening visibly. "We would never do anything that would go against the Volturi's rein. We have done nothing but respect and remain loyal to your laws and rules. We even provided the information we intended to create Monica,"

Ah, so Monica was the newborn. Finally, a name to the girls face. She was currently still hiding her face.

"Indeed. Which is why it's saddening to find ourselves in this situation." Aro sighed yet again, a heartbroken look upon his face.

"But what have we done?!" The female - who I know knew as Sherrie, for that was the last name remaining - demanded rather harshly.

Jane's stance at Aro's side of a expressionless, emotionless and still statue came to an end at the sound of her voice. Things never ended well for those who captured my sisters interest and this case was no different. The woman's knees buckled beneath her while the shrieks of agony provided Jane was conjuring complete and utter torture for her. Elliot, and his terrified newborn, could do nothing but watch in helplessness as his mate was under an extreme amount of pain. What was he to do? Try and stop it? That would guarantee him joining his mate's current situation or much worse.

Evidently, Elliot's grasp on Monica wasn't that firm; for she was whimpering and backed away from the scene. She was stopped by Felix's hand, who I had forgotten was even there to begin with, and nudged the girl back towards her coven.

It only lasted a few seconds but any time spent under the gaze of Jane's talent often was described as being worse than an eternity in hell. Finally releasing her, Sherrie collapsed onto all fours. Her eyes were wide as she gasped for air.

"You are only to speak when you are spoken too," Jane hissed without a hint of remorse. "Understand?"

The woman panted. No reply given. That was her second mistake, and one she instantly paid for as Jane delivered yet another round of torture; which caused a fresh scream from her throat. Jane was smiling, such a sweet and innocent smile; yet full of hatred and sinister aspects.

I'd always loved it when she smiled.

"What part of 'speak' when you are spoken too do you not get?" Jane ironically chirped in a sweet tone, one that would make anyones skin crawl.

Sherrie obviously had learnt her lesson, and was smarter this time. "Yes, yes! I understand. Forgive me."

"Forgiven," Jane said, releasing the female from her fate worse than death. If it were possible, I could almost weep at the sinister beauty of Jane's cruelty. It never got old to watch. To reminisce about the girl who was once too scared to even talk to anyone but myself, to openly and freely cause others torture was bitter and sweet at the same time. She never failed in making me take pride in her.

Sherrie managed to catch her breath after a few seconds, that no doubt felt like hell to her, and managed to pull herself up from the floor with the assistance from her mate. Jane turned to me, a smug smile the Cheshire cat would be jealous of. I couldn't disappoint her, nor did I wish too. It would be considered a crime not to smile in return an affectionate smile in return to her, along with a simple wink of my eye.

Finding the praise she seeked, Jane returned her eyes back to the coven of three.

"I apologize for Jane's attitude towards formality." Aro spoke up after the whole ordeal had taken place. He no doubt saw pride in Jane's actions also. I was positive there was never a time Jane didn't do him proud. She was one of his most prized possessions, after all. Of course he would be proud of her; and took pleasure when she was oh-so-willing in demonstrating her gift at any suitable chance. He had made sure we underwent hours upon hours of self control to strengthen our gifts, after all.

Now that we were at the height of them, of course he'd relish everytime he was to witness them being used in front of him.

If anything, Aro's words only caused Jane to grin even more.

Elliot's comforting arm around the female tightened once again. She was obviously shaken by the whole thing. Honestly, if she hadn't of been; I'd expect her to be insane. Monica was far to terrified to do anything but look at Jane, but Jane took no notice. Aro's, and my own, attention was what mattered to her. Not theirs.

"To answer your question Sherrie, it was your coven's activity in Seattle last week that has given us cause for concern."

Both the immortals shared a look, looking like they didn't understand what Aro was talking about; while Monica continued to hide herself without so much as glancing away from Jan- oh, no. Her eyes had found me again.

Elliot swallowed and found his inner bravery.

"We were teaching... Her how to hunt."

Ah, so that's why they were here! A newborn hunting. Well, that was completely understandable. When it came to newborns, it was a touch and go situation really. By nature, our kind was hard to control. Times that by ten, and you were somewhat close to where a newborn was. Driven by instinct and prone to impulse to sooth the burning thirst. Over time the tolerance for temptation rose, but for a newborn... That temptation could sometimes be far too much to handle. Some immortals showed greater tolerance than others, which was what the Volturi represented.

We only fed a few times every now and then. I could last up to three weeks without a solid meal, if I saw fit. Heidi always brought in our food in the height of tourism, thus missing numbers were never investigated. We were the embodiment of control, and although we understood there were those who couldn't stand to our level; we expected somewhat of a compromise.

Binge eating was a definite no-no. Countless numbers, ones people would notice going missing, was a no-no. All in all, complete and utter recklessness was just a big freaking no.

"Oh, Elliot," Aro sighed heavily once again. "It is not your teaching that troubles us so much. But your method of teaching. I understand a city is probably the best place for such lessons, but Seattle is a delicate place."

Indeed, it was. I refused to recall upon why, however.

"And the numbers continue to grow."

"There were people already vanishing when we chose that ground. We presumed a serial killer was on the loose; and figured we could just add onto their list with our feeding.."

All in all, a smart plan. I could see how that could have worked.

"Ah, yes! That might've worked," Caius's voice cracked out. "If you had not left bodies in a pile!"

In a pile? Really? And here I was beginning to think this man as smart.

"Unburned. Lifeless. All stacked upon one another like a sandwich. This had brought far more attention than what we are willing to tolerate. Do you see the problem now?"

"I-" Elliot tried to find his words, but it was pointless.

"There is nothing more we expect you to say regarding this matter," Aro addressed, silencing both Caius and Elliot. He turned to me, his eyes casting over my face. "Alec, if you would be so kind?"

Paralyzing then was just the first step. A formality at most. It was basically to ensure the imbeciles didn't try to run; not that they would get far anyhow. With guard members littering the walls and waiting for any sudden movements. I could see Demetri waiting impatiently for such a move. That, and the fact his fleeing eyes continued to shift from the trio to Jane and back.

I wasn't as blind as they might've believed to this situation. I was well aware of the attraction Demetri had for Jane. I was well aware she was becoming more accepting towards him; but did he honestly believe she would even ever consider such a thing? Jane was more stubborn to relationships than what I was. And if she ever considered a relationship... It wouldn't be with him. I liked to believe my sister had a little more standard than the Volturi's womanizing casanova.

I chose to ignore it because Jane could handle herself. If things were to take off however, I would have no choice but to intervene. Jane was mine, and I would not share her. I didn't care how selfish it was, or self centered. She was my sister, she was to be at my side for all eternity. I was not sharing her with some flimsy tracker. She, besides the Volturi, was all I had left now.

Once all three of them were engulfed in the paralyzing mist, I was able to relax somewhat. A mere three people was nothing to me. I was trained to handle countless numbers, and that was when I would need to concentrate. But three? Please. I could probably do that in my sleep, if I could sleep that is.

I was able to sift through my thoughts as Aro conferred with Marcus and Caius. Reflect on the information I had been present for. There was indeed some 'serial killer' activity going on, but no bodies had been found. Merely missing people; which wasn't much to our concern. People went missing all the time in large cities. Seattle was no different. In fact, our ears had heard there were a number of missing beings vanishing throughout the countries. Seattle was just one of the many. Florida, Chicago, even right here in Italy there was a number of people reported missing on the same day.

Seattle was just the latest landmark from what we had heard. I had no doubts that Aro wasn't worried. If the problem continued to escalate, I presumed he'd send us out to look up on the matter. Merely out of curiosity; because with a world like ours... You could never be too careful. Especially after the last mass of beings going missing in prior years.

The short conversation going on between the three men on the thrones came to a stop, and Aro brushed his hand over my clothed arm. I had kept to my word for all these months. Not once had I allowed Aro into my mind, and I believed it was because he thought I was not truly over what had happened to me.

That small contact provided me with the information that Aro no longer wished for them to be senseless. I retracted my gift from around them, and watched as each of their lifeless bodies returned back to the land of the living... Or unliving. Whatever it was people classified us.

Elliot helped both Sherrie and Monica to their feet; his arms wrapping themselves around each of their shoulders and pulling them to him.

"I have deliberated with my brothers," Aro explained, having all attention on him in this moment in time. Cautious eyes watching him, hope lingering in their bottomless crimson slits. This look was only natural. The desire to cling onto life was all part of their instinct. However, situations like these rarely ended well; like I had previously stated. "And we've come to the conclusion that Elliot, you are hereby seen as guilty to incompetence of controlling your newborn, and negligence in covering your tracks when it comes to feeding."

Jane was smiling again.

"We understand how cruel it would be to allow Sherrie to live with her mate, and therefore sentence her to the same fate as an act of mercy."

Jane was really smiling now.

"As for Monica," Aro paused; letting his eyes travel over the young girl cowering into the arms of her soon-to-be-dead father figure. "You were acting out of instinct, and trying your best to follow in the footsteps of your idols. We acknowledge this, and it is just a pity you were unable to have better teachers. For this you are seen as innocent and hold no responsibility for your actions."

Jane's smile washed into a frown.

"However; as a newborn you must learn the way of the law and what will be expected of you. So that you understand, Monica is to witness the death of her coven members and then be let free."

Nope, the smile was back; just as I expected.

"Is there anything you wish to add, Marcus?" Aro turned his head to the side.

Marcus waved his hand, signaling that he had no interest in this situation any longer.

"Caius?" Aro moved his attention to Caius, who was practically foaming at the mouth.

"Other than your teachings of incompetence, I hope you are able to see our act of kindness in grace and learn from it. The Volturi do not give second chances. You will do well in keeping that in mind." Caius spoke directly to Monica, who was cowering more than ever.

Aro gave another heavy sigh, and turned his head to the three clinging to one another.

"The punishment will be taken out here. In respect to your previous compliance with our coven; we will grant you two more acts of kindness. You will be given a moment to say your goodbyes, and;"

Aro turned his head to me, his eyes bearing right into the side of my face. I didn't look at him, for I knew what was coming.

"Alec, if you would be so kind in ensuring they do not suffer needlessly."

I gave a brief nod of my head in agreement. It seemed only fair they didn't suffer, since this was technically their first offence against the Volturi, and evidently their last.

"Once the execution had been carried through, I wish for the five of you-" Felix, Demetri, Jane and myself being four... And from what I could tell, he was looking at Corin. Thus making five, "-to stay where you are. As for the rest of you, you are free to leave. We thank you for your services here today."

The surrounding bodies lining the walls of the throne room shifted and bowed as one. After three seconds with their heads down, they each began to file out of the throne room. The door closed tightly behind them, leaving only those who were to stay to witness.

Before me, Monica was being huddled into a threeway collapse of hugs. They were whispering into her ear in what I could make out as Greek.

"Everything will be alright, my darling" One was saying.

"Just remember what we taught you with keeping a low profile." The other added.

"Do not be upset. We have lived long enough, and you have made us exceedingly happy over the past few months we have had you."

"Go to Greece, find Antonio. He will keep you safe."

The look on Monica's face seemed familiar. Hopelessness. Confusion. Emptiness. Fear. It all swirled around her flawless face as she took in the words her family was using in their own tongue. I might've almost pitied her in a way.

"We love you. We will always love you."

"Enough," Caius barked, having found that this charade was far too much for him to endure any longer. I could sympathize with him there.

Clasping his hands together, Aro let out one final heavy sigh. "Alec..."

My hands twitched outward, and the show began with Jane grinning every step of the way.

All that was left once Felix had concluded his work was a pile of torn limbs, a whimpering newborn clutching onto Demetri's cloak and the faint smell of dust. Once Felix had removed all the remains from the throne room and cleared up his mess, Aro instructed Demetri to escort the young newborn out.

She didn't so much as blink an eye, nor move a muscle. She merely just held onto Demetri as he took small steps to showing her the door. I was positive, with the look on her face, that wasn't a lesson nor image she was going to forget anytime soon. If I paid any condolences to this girl's loss, or even cared enough to think upon it, I'd hope she'd find this Antonio. Whoever he was.

Once the door closed behind Demetri and the newborn, Felix now back in the room in his usual corner beside a pillar; Aro took the floor with standing up off his throne.

Beside him, Marcus and Caius stood and made their way from their thrones to an onside door. Their duties for the day had come to an end, so there really was no point in them being here. Whatever Aro had to say to the four - supposed five, but Demetri would be back soon enough - of us obviously had no concern to them.

"With this situation, it's come to my knowledge that Seattle isn't the only feeding ground Elliot and his coven had been active within."

Well, there's a surprise... Not.

"There is one other place they have been, which had been under a numerous amount of disappearances when they had been in the city. However, they moved on after a number of weeks to the next; where things were just as curious and what he presumed to be an easy hiding mechanism."

Made sense, but still it didn't do Elliot any good now. These disappearing human's didn't cover up the fact he had been negligent in disposing of his meals.

"But the number of disappearances in the previous city has spiked up again. It's now come as a concern to us, for Elliot's memories provided me with what I was suspicious of."

Aro paused to look at each and everyone of us. Corin beside Felix, and Jane beside me. When she had made her way to my side; I didn't notice. Never the less, with her there now; I slid my hand into hers.

"May I ask what these suspicions are, master?" Felix voiced all of our thoughts.

With a heavy sigh and closed eyes, Aro brushed his hands down his cloak and nodded his head; sending the waves of black hair over his shoulders to act as a curtain to his face.

"Upon one of his nights teaching young Monica in Seattle, Elliot had come across something peculiar. A scent none the less, which is ultimately why he and his coven moved. He believed he was in their territory, and respected them by leaving. However..."

Oh, this was getting interesting.

"That very same sent moved to Seattle a number of days after he and his coven. It was then that the disappearances in the previous destination ceased and began to rapidly begin in Seattle. Providing me with the information that these mere human's going missing isn't just some mere human problem. The thing behind it is indeed one of us."

Jane squeezed my hand. I could feel the excitement roaming off her. Demetri slid in the door, his head bowing as he came to stand beside Felix and listen in; although we would no doubt have to inform him of what he missed so far. At least he was here for the important part.

"For this reason, I am sending you out to investigate and find out what is going on. Corin, you are to follow with them to absorb their ways and to clean up any mess you find that Elliot and his coven had made. Understand?"

Each of us nodded quickly.

"You are to leave effective immediately."

Jane glanced to me, and I could see the hint lingering in her eyes.

With a mental sigh, I gave into her pestering eyes.

"What destination, master?"

Aro turned to me, and automatically I saw his eyes sadden. A heartbreaking look of pity, and one I instantly began to dread. Whatever he had to say would no doubt be bad news, and for some reason I felt as though it would be mainly bad to me. How right I was, for Aro moved his right hand to rest onto my clothed shoulder, while the left rested upon my other shoulder. Creating a small box between us, as if he believed this would comfort me. But it didn't. It just brought back everything I had been keeping out.

"Alabama, my boy."

In that instant, my heart and my head screamed out simultaneously together 'Reny.'

For the first time in five months I truly felt my first emotion. Total dread and worry for her safety.

A/N:

Told you that you wouldn't be waiting too long, guys!

Next chapter will be in Renesmee's point of view, so expect a lil' bit of sas alongside heartbreak.

Anyway, I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Next chapter will be next Saturday. Updates will be weekly, seeing as it's taking me a while to write out chapters. Somehow managed to break my wrist, but never the less! It shan't stop me writing for you guys!

Take it easy. I love you all.

-C.H