ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ. ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴇᴋ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴠᴏʟᴛᴜʀɪ ꜱʜᴇɴᴀɴɪɢᴀɴꜱ.

"What did you two do to the wall?!" Was all that I could hear as Caius came rushing over to the side of the cracked wall, gawking at what Marcus had done hours before. "You damned heathen, Marcus! I would have thought after 2000 years that you would get better at not destroying the walls when having sex!"

"I was out of practice," Marcus defended his actions. Out of...oh....oh my poor Marcus...that was his first time having sex in like 2000 years.

"The paperwork did not get done I presume," Aro looks at the paperwork that was still on the desk, unfinished. "I see having sex with Anna and breaking the walls in our nest is more important than your role as a king."

"Ok, in my defense, Anna was the one who seduced me while I was trying to work," I squealed as he threw me under the bus. "We can get the damned thing mended, Aro, don't be such a priss about it."

"You," Caius pauses, looking at Marcus, "You are a heathen. How hard were you two going at it? Cara mia, are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"No, baby, he didn't hurt me. My baby Marcus would never hurt me." Marcus purred at my words and nuzzled his head into my bare chest. "Are you going to scent all over me now?"

"Yes," he mumbled, rubbing his head around to get rid of his blocked up pheromones. God, it was difficult to have those now. I always felt like I had to rub myself all over the place in order to get comfortable again. I wasn't rolling anymore, I was just rubbing my face over their chests all the time. "You're comfy."

I swooned at his words, covering myself further in the blankets with Marcus. We were both almost swallowed whole by our cozy silk sheets as Marcus purred into my chest. My two other mates let out groans at our closeness. My heart almost started back up when I took a sniff of the blankets that were now soaked with Marcus' scent.

"Did you even care to consider the fact that if you break the soundproofed wall, the room is no longer soundproof? People could have heard you two going at it like rabid animals! Or worse, our two month old son could have!" Caius reprimands the two of us. Marcus just snuggles himself into me and ignores his brother and his cries of protest. "We need to get this damn wall replaced before everyone realizes just how insane we are in here. Mostly you, Marcus. God, this wall! What did the wall ever do to you, Marcus?"

"It served its purpose," Marcus mumbles, moving the blanket completely over his head. I doubt that he wanted to listen to his brother, who was throwing a hissy fit over replaceable walls.

"Leave my baby alone, Caius, he just wants snuggles," Marcus nods his head underneath the sheets, holding onto me gently. "Don't act like you didn't want snuggles after we completed the bond. Allow your brother to get my snuggles and do something else with your time that does not include hypocritically harassing Marcus."

My blonde mate lets out another cry of protest as he sits down and starts to finish the paperwork that his brother gave up on doing to go do another thing.

Me.

"You three are going to be the death of me," Aro mumbles, picking up a book out of the bookshelf. Sitting down to read, he made no further protests.

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Our next trial was one for memory, as three of the people who had been accused of a crime thought it wise to pull at my blonde mate's hair when they attacked him. Anyone who messed with his hair, even sometimes me, could be on his bad side for the rest of eternity. Of course for me I had the mate pass and he could never be truly mad at me.

"Fottuto pezzo di merda!" my blonde mate shouts at the newborn vampire, gripping off his arm with ease. "Ti ammazzo, cazzo! Nessuno scherza con i miei dannati capelli e se la cava! Io sono un re!"

I cringe at my mate's anger on Marcus' lap, hugging him for some comfort. I hated seeing my mates angry, whether it be at me or at someone else. It meant that they weren't happy. All I wanted was for my mates to be happy.

"Osi presentarti qui per il processo e attaccare il dannato giudice, giuria e carnefice? Dovrei darti un dolore peggiore di quello che la mia dannata figlia potrebbe mai darti! Un fottuto fallimento di un vampiro, lo sei. Non vorrei essere tuo padre. Implorerò di essere distrutto se il mio padre mostrasse così tanta mancanza di rispetto per i loro governanti," Caius raged at the newborn, who cried out as my mate ripped off his other arm, throwing him to the floor in the process.

"Αγάπη μου, ηρέμησε και ας προχωρήσουμε στη δοκιμή," I try to calm down my furious mate, who was just about ready to tear through everyone in the room if he did not compose himself.

Caius ripped off the newborn's head before sitting back down on his throne, ready for Aro to close the trial and kill the criminals. He was too mad to do it without going crazy in the process. My mate would have to spend some time in the nest after this to cool down.

"I do hope you enjoyed immortality, because it is coming to a close for you now."

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The last thing that I was expecting today was mail. Who was there to write to me anyways? All of my family were a part of my coven and we were all having the time of our lives here in Italy.

Of the very few people who would write to me, a likely pissed off Edward and a confused and unknowing Jacob were not who I was expecting to send out mail to me during these tough times.

For the first letter, the handwriting was clearly Jacob's, a bit messy but readable.

Dear Anna,

I have no clue what is going on here anymore. Edward doesn't want you to know this, but Bella is pregnant and she is dying. We have no clue how this happened, but everyone is blaming Carlisle for not coming back here to Forks. I bet he already told you about the pregnancy, but it isn't a normal one. How she even got pregnant with that demon is still a mystery.

All they ever do is talk crap about you and your mates. I don't know what it's like to have a mate, or for shifters an imprint, but from what it sounds like it's magical and shouldn't be taken away. I try to stop them from speaking so badly about you but they just won't listen. You may be a vampire, but from what I saw during your last visit to Forks, when Edward attacked Caius, you are the same Anna that I remember.

I don't know if Edward ruined Bella or if Edward just showed me that Bella was already ruined. I've known her for so long, but she's changed. She wants immortality more than anything. She wants to be turned. She talks about how much more beautiful she will be. She compares herself to you and your beauty. God, it's so annoying. Her looks and her body are all she cares about anymore. It was like that before the wedding, but now it is just heightened.

Alice has been joining in on the Anna hate train as well. She thinks that you took Jasper away from her, that you turned him against her. From what it sounds like, she only cares about what Edward and Bella wanted for their family, not what any of the other members of the family wanted. She may be able to see the future, but her vision is flawed. What she does to make things happen just isn't right.

I wish you were here. I wish that you could be here with that voice of yours. She could tell us what to do.

Please stay safe,

Jake Black, Alpha of the Black Pack

His words stung. I knew for a fact that I was not the one to force Jasper into a depression that he may have never gotten himself out of. That was Edward and his selfishness, his disregard for the fact that Jasper was suffering in the first place. Nobody could make me angrier than Edward Masen and the way that he hurt Jasper Whitlock Cullen Hale Volturi

The last letter came from the very person that I was upset with. Edward Masen had written a letter to me from the confines of his old house that he was damn squatting in. He had no right to that house, but he still used the old paper that Carlisle would use to write to me, that old parchment that had to be over 100 years old.

I should have ripped the letter up right then and there, but I didn't, forcing myself to read his letter.

Dear the Queen of the Volturi,

I have written to you to ask that you release Carlisle Cullen from your grasps. I know for a fact that he would never leave his family, let alone join the people that used to bully him for his moral ways and lack of interest in murdering humans for food and sport. Whatever you have over him, it won't be enough.

I come from a place of peace in my heart and mind. I know that you will try to use what has been told to you by many people as a means for my end. It was what you promised. You will never be able to rule after you make your first false ruling, a ruling that is unjust and amoral. You are not the person that I met in the hospital and I hope that someone takes over your position as queen. You are worse than all three of your evil mates combined.

My father is a moral man and would never be with someone like you. My sister is misguided by her vision of who you used to be. My brother is blinded by the emotions around him. He is unable to make decisions for himself right now.

Let my people go,

Edward C-

I immediately ripped up the letter, throwing it in the guard room fireplace. I couldn't let him use those words against me and then use his old name, the name that Carlisle allowed him to use. It was not his to use and it never would be. He was Edward Masen, and his wife was Isabella Masen. They would never be Cullens.

The fact that Edward had been using his name for so long made Carlisle furious. He had stopped using the last name over the past week because of how much it made him want to run to Forks and rip Edward's head off.

Edward Masen was an idiot who had pissed off the one vampire everyone thought could not be pissed off. Carlisle was the most patient vampire in the world and he had been pushed to the brink of homicidal thoughts when he was in the presence of his former son.

It was a damn shame considering just how nice Carlisle was as a father and a grandfather. If Edward had been a better person his child would have a grandfather that was not human.

We would have to deal with the fact that Charlie knew that Bella was not with someone very normal later. If someone from the pack exposed us, we would have to kill them all. It was harsh, but even the shifters knowing about us was a gamble. They could expose us to the world. Yeah, maybe people wouldn't believe them at first, but people would be looking for a way to explain our paintings, the way that we were pale and never aged. It would all come out in the end.

The end of our time would come when people knew what lurked in the shadows.

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ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ:

Fottuto pezzo di merda! You fucking piece of shit!

Ti ammazzo, cazzo! Nessuno scherza con i miei dannati capelli e se la cava! Io sono un re! I'll fucking kill you! Nobody messes with my damn hair and gets away with it! I am a king!

Osi presentarti qui per il processo e attaccare il dannato giudice, giuria e carnefice? Dovrei darti un dolore peggiore di quello che la mia dannata figlia potrebbe mai darti! Un fottuto fallimento di un vampiro, lo sei. Non vorrei essere tuo padre. Implorerò di essere distrutto se il mio padre mostrasse così tanta mancanza di rispetto per i loro governanti. You dare show up here for trial and attack the damn judge, jury, and executioner? I should give you worse pain than my damn daughter could ever give you! A fucking failure of a vampire, you are. I would hate to be your sire. I would beg to be destroyed if my sired showed this much disrespect for their rulers.

Αγάπη μου, ηρέμησε και ας προχωρήσουμε στη δοκιμή. My love, calm down and let us proceed with trial.