Stop!" Elsie shouted. "Don't do this to my sister!" She shouted and wrapped her arms around Emily. Christopher was already defending her from a burly brunette man, Edward and one other, and he was miserably failing.

"She's not your sister." Aurora had intervened once Edward tore off Christopher's arm and the tow others had pinned the tattered body to the ground. Elsie looked at Aurora.

"What she says is true." Edward hissed in agreement.

"What do you mean she's not my sister?" Elsie asked, her voice cracking at the end.

"Emily!" Christopher shouted reaching for Emily with his remaining hand. Her face and body were unmoving. She watched him with cold eyes and it finally registered to him. Emmett placed a hand under his chin and on his other on one of his temples, ready to tear his head clean from his shoulders.

"Wait." Aurora bellowed to Emmett. Emmett removed his hands from Christopher's head and placed them on his shoulders with his knees.

"Your name," Aurora began. "Was Elisabeth Marie Smith. You were born more than three quarters of a century [i]after[/i] her. She took you away from your family in 1776 and she made sure you'd never remember them again. Right, Emily?" Emily didn't say or do anything she just glared at Carlisle. Elsie looked at Emily.

"Emily, is what she said true?" Elsie turned to look at Emily. In the blink of an eye Emily pushed Elsie away from her and lunged for Carlisle. In a lunge just as quick as hers I blocked her attack and got my own in just in time: tearing her ear from the side of her head. I looked at the earlobe and then to Emily whose eyes were a dark red.

"How dare you!" she shouted and lunged at me. Her hands like claws and her teeth were barred.

"That was for Sybbyl." I huffed and crouched defensively, ready for her attack. I saw a flash of fear that crossed her face before she swiped at my throat and I clawed feverishly at her hair ripping large clumps with my own. The next thing that happened was something neither of us expected: Elsie jumped into the fray. She latched onto Emily's neck with her teeth and tore off a massive chunk.

Emily turned to face Elsie. The flap of Emily's skin was still hanging from Elsie's mouth. A low growl erupted from Emily's mouth and another body flew into the fray: Christopher. As his body crashed into hers I lunged at her and tore her arm clean from her shoulder. She looked at the three of us with an expression we all recognized: fear. In the split second that the emotion was present across her face, the three of us tore her apart.

In the wake of our attack, Carlisle stepped forward lighting a match and letting it fall to light her remains. He turned to look at the remaining six of us. Emmett approached Christopher with his arm and handed the limb to him. He quickly licked the wound on his arm and matched it up to the one on his body.

"You didn't have to protect my family and I." Carlisle said once her body was almost to an ash. We all remained silent.

"We know." Aurora nodded.

"But we," I paused thinking of the right words. "We find that you and your family weren't the evil here."

"I spent my whole life thinking that she was my sister." Elsie interjected. "I had a family. A family that probably loved me and missed me. And she took that away from me."

"We all did." We all supported Elsie's statement.

"I had a sister." I stated. "Because of her, I had given her a new life due to a new born rage and there isn't a day that goes by that I wonder where she is. How she's doing."

"Well." Carlisle began. "I thank you, we thank you." He pulled his mate, Esme, close. She offered a small smile to the six of us. The rest of Carlisle's coven pulled their mates together they were one happy family and I hoped the remaining six of us would gain that closure too.

We returned the smile. Emily's burning flesh cast a sticky sweet smell across the field. When the purple-grey smoke wafted toward my nose I felt that tickle I knew to enjoy.

A group of nine people had ventured over seas and continents to speak with us. Their faces and bodies shrouded by their long black cloaks. They were enigmatic, they were fearsome. They were our police.

They were here to threaten us. They achieved their goal. We stood in a group of fourteen. The six of us and the eight Cullen's standing one by one in a line. We were threatened. More vampires were treading on 'our' territory.

They were here to scold us for destroying our leader. Somehow they knew. Maybe it was one of their own. Maybe it was some strange connection they had throughout the vampire world.

And they were here to give us an offer. An offer we 'couldn't' refuse. An offer given by Aro after taking my hand. An offer that was...

There was a shock, like I was being hit by lightning. I couldn't finish what I was seeing. I was being torn from my vision. An event that rendered me nearly paralyzed.

"Aurora, what happened?" Christopher lunged toward me catching me before I could fall completely onto the ground. He wasn't the tough macho-man I expected him to be with the first look of worry plastered across his face I'd ever seen. The rest of our coven lunged to my aid and the Cullen's, I later learned, migrated toward Alice.

"What was with the ending?" Aurora looked at me pushing her way through people. "Why did that happen? Better question is [b]how[/b] did that happen?" the look on her face was completely filled with worry. She was just about as scared as I was.

"What just happened?" Alice sat up at the same time I did. We looked at one another with the recognition. We had the same ability.

"You saw it too?" I asked though I already knew it.

"You felt it too?" She did the same.

"Three days." We said in unison.

"The Volturi."

"The Police."

"They'll be meeting us at the field." I interpreted to my coven.

"I'll stand with you." Alice stood up.

"I will too." Jasper's southern drawl flipped from his mouth.

"As will we." Carlisle said as Esme squeezed his hand. The rest of the Cullen's followed suit offering to stand with us.