" Tanya convinced Irina to come reconcile. She spoke with her, with hopes of putting it in a point of view, about Malachi. and the justification for him burning, killing, Laurent as an initiative for self arraignment." Carlisle ends the phone conversation, explaining.

Of course, it would've taken resolve and self-acceptance for those possible grievances she had with me.

Though if I am to question my own moral compass, I don't have sympathy for killing Laurent. Soulless as that appears.

" I honestly thought and believed she would understand. He tried coming for Malachi. How could she have not seen it?" Bella rectifies, in my defense. Esme, in response, attentively smiles.

" Love. Darling, love. No matter how transparent the line between good, and evil, is love perceives all. even when we continue to turn away ignoring nescience. An allure of darkness can be magnet to those, willing, in seeing past bad. And unfortunately Irina couldn't see past Laurent's game he played. Until it lead to his eventual death."

Insightful and the truth. Love does have a role in making you crazy. The most powerful hallucinogenic.

Felix, reciting Shakespeare quotes to pass time using the surface of the piano as a Column, had not torn his eyes away and off Renemsee. She stares, love for father clear as the days ahead, shown in her own. She never spoke much, her own communicating consist of using her palm.

Edward, sat on the piano bench, uses his finger to begin a melody on the keys. A symphony of tunes start and Renesmee, seated on his left, entranced in how pristine of a pianist he is.

' I sound biased. But that is a perfection and characteristic I love.' Caitlyn entertains herself, on the carpet.

Jacob has one leg half bended and elbow pressing on his knee, chin on the clasped fist. Sue had phoned Leah about Seth needing to not miss more classes, his attendance was in the low percentage. It leaves Paul, and Jake being left behind. Cate is gnawing her teeth on a wood wolf figurine, at the teething age of her growth. Jake had crafted it specifically for her. Bree had her placed, comfortingly, on her thighs.

'Traitor. Traitor. She who deceives.' Balthasar snarls; ferocious. He forces me inside of a premonition, my irises and pupils colouring silver-white. I couldn't hear, or see, Edward calling out for me. Irina is standing before Aro, Caius and Marcus fervent and solemn.

A deep resentment that arose in her after months of it quiescence, enduring the pain. The words, and roll of her tongue, are interweave by revenge.

" Malachi Cullen is deceitful. Along with the Cullens. He has committed a treasonous crime. My mate, he only wish to seek and confide in a new life. But he was killed at the aggrieved hands of Malachi, simply for wanting peace."

Her voice is strained in a constrictive sob as she confesses. Aro, whose eyes gleam in ambition, inducts and succumbs to his greed of wanting information takes her offering hand.

" and there is more you should see." She includes. I couldn't begin to know what Irina had shown, I had came out of the half-conscious oblivion comatose state of mind I had entered. My head and eyes are violently pulverising in discomfort. A vase breaks, shattering, Alice had a vision as well. 'I have doomed the Cullens. all hope for a miracle and life of no peril is gone.' Bella's talking brings myself out of my self internalizing.

" Kai. Kai. Your hand, it's on fire! Calm down." She's right, flames of fire blister on the fine hairs of my limb. I suffocate and extinguish it. I had dented the piano in mindless panic.

" What did you see which could have triggered your pyrotechnic response. Kai. And you, Alice?" Jasper quizzes, garnering each of the Cullens too. Wanting to know why I activated my power. Bree grows tentative, using her arm to cover Cate's eyes and face. But that is left to be establish, shock at an unanticipated sight of Adonis coming and materialising in an egress portal made entirety of smoke. He is on a high hyper vigilance. for him, as an hell hound, the precursor and harbinger of damned souls to be this alert; terrified something had gone awry.

" Master Malachi. I have news, hearsay's, I bring from Volterra. Those hellions, that dare mock the status kings, they are coming for you. Your family. You are in grave and dire jeopardy. The guards as addition, too." This couldn't be happening. I basically have a death sentence. Edward, Bella, the girls. All of them. " It's Irina. She went to Volterra, where she made a report how Malachi used an unlawful form of prejudicial violence towards Laurent." Alice inferentially admits, evaluating what is going on with her one point of view.

Esme and Carlisle arise indecision ingrained on their faces. " do you know the reason for Irina to give such false acclaim? He was keeping Bella safe. I don't see that as a basis for death." Rosalie airs out the question, on each of the minds, inside of where we stood.

" what did Irina see in the woods?" Edward inquires, wanting any consultation about the unexpected events. Paul, he hadn't spoke until now, is agitated. " are you really questioning decker? Right now. the real problem, here, is Kai now has a wanted dead or alive poster hanging above his haloed head." He exclaims, throwing up both arms.

" We were just walking. Playing in the snow, Bree made a snow-man. Caitlyn was in my arms counting the flakes that were falling." I recount, having pried Cate off Bree. " Ness, and B, were seeing if they could catch snow." Jacob recalls adding on. He stood a good feet to my right shoulder, close enough to be near Cate. An expression I couldn't read is slow to decorate my husband's face.

" Of course. Irina thinks Renesmee is an immortal child. She didn't question if Caitlyn is, too, because of appearance and matching a human infancy age." Immortal child? That terminology was not knowledge to me.

" The immortal children were very beautiful. so enchanting. To be near them was to love them." Carlisle had brought out an inscription, Wikipedia of old stories. I stood, rigid in composure, to Edward's left. Bella and Jake had taken places at the dining table. Paul hovers, not incorporating himself in the discussion, remaining in silence. Bree perches on a stool.

" but their development was, is, frozen and stuck at the age when transitioned. It was a near impossibility to ever teach, or restrain, each child." Felix frames the wording, as though re-living a traumatic memory. He didn't wish to experience over again.

" a singular tantrum decimated entire villages. Families torn apart." His mind opens, it allows access to the flashback to a settlement. Houses made of hay, sewn by threads and weaved to keep structure are on fire. Torched, destroyed. " humans heard about the devastation. Soon stories spread, we were forced to intervene. as the youngling had made such destruction, it would imperil our very survival. I am not so proud, of how we dealt with them. To this century and day." Bella's slender, pale hand holds his. A subtle touch that signals it's okay.

" Since the children couldn't protect our secret, they were eliminated." Jane is garnered in a medieval sewed dress, holding a boy age four. Blood smearing on his mouth. Using her pain indictment on a woman, screaming pleads and fell down to her knees surrendering.

" Their creators grew attached. Fought to protect them. Long-established covens were torn apart. Countless humans slaughtered." Carlisle, now guiding his stare on myself, is ever serious. " traditions, friends. even families, lost. Perished." What brought on the surprise is upon the Denali's.

Kate, Tanya, Irina had gowns suitable in the fifteenth century being contained and halted from further reaching their mother.

" So the Denali's mother made an immortal child?" Bella now says, more as a statement. coming to understand what Carlisle was implying. " Yes. And she paid the price."

Renesmee is nothing of the source similar to those children. " Ness, and Cate, will never be like them. The girls were born and not bitten. She grows every single day, Caitlyn's growth is much slower but even she too included was born. Like her cousin." Bree nods, sporadically, in agreement.

but a frown of her own crosses her eyes, brows furrowing.

" would I be considered an immortal child? I technically will be fifteen for forever. By human laws, I am a teenager, which is a child still. Does that mean they will still come for me, dad? Papa? Am I going to die." She sounds fearful." No, honey. You are not going to die. You, and your sister, will never be touched or hurt." I hated how detrimental and fear inducing the Volturi have ingrained.

" Can you not tell that to the Volturi?" Jacob says, imputing his question. " Black. if it was that simple, these blood sucking royal sob's would have been here already hearing our side." Paul interjects, using his sarcasm. He made a point.

" Aro has enough proof in Irina's thoughts. Once he made his choice, there is no rendering his path. He will kill with nothing but greed and callousness, Jacob." Edward, sombre and face showing zero humour, states. The only language Aro knows is vengeance, violence, death. If that is how to reciprocate and answer, we'll have to fight. Jake, Paul as well, agree with my mental observation.

" So we bring them what they want. A fight." Paul signifies and inflates his chest.

" their offensive weapons are too powerful. Even having Malachi with us if I know Aro, and how he'll think, he probably has scouted the entire guard including rogue vampires he manipulate, with empty promises. No one, in our family, except for Malachi can stand against Jane and live to tell."

Jasper is right. I am at most the one who has dexterity, muscularity, when it came to power and strength. " Alec's even worse." I know one way to convince them. I know Adonis would be against the execution of his mate, even if his loyalty lies strong with me I couldn't do that to him. Speaking of he had disappeared after his sudden arrival. I couldn't locate him. " Then we try to convince them." Bella, desperate, adds. I wanted to know what was racing inside of her head. Scenarios.

" they're coming to kill is. Not to talk." Emmett comments, more serious I have ever heard him or seen. It was a vast difference I was use to and aware of.

" they won't listen to us, that's right. But we can have others, who could. Carlisle, you have friends all around the world."

I flicker my eyes over edwards shoulder, Bree had came walking back to the studying studio we are talking in. A parchment, aged and discoloured from no use, is tied using a red thread. " this came for you. It was left on the piano under a pebble. I think it's from Remiel, your aunt." After months of nothing and no answers, I finally hear back.

" if enough people knew the truth, we could maybe convince the Volturi to listen." Edward hadn't notice Bree handing over the letter, un-tying the string. I left, mouthing what words I could read in cursive. My aunts hand writing showed she didn't keep with the modern technology.

Your cousin has been located. I had manage to find her with the help and assist of your uncle, and my brother, amenadiel. She lives in seclusion, in a valley, on an mountain. To give specifics mount huron, Michigan. I transcribed the coordinating numbers below and her name. Clara Angelo. Her real name is clementine Angel. Do what you may with this. I wish you luck, nephew.

' I suppose I am taking a trip to Michigan.'

I had taken the first flight in the early morning. Dawn to be precise. I needed answers, not just for myself but for Caitlyn. I wasn't going to have my infant daughter, on an eleven hour flight. Edward had read the letter, after I had came back. He knew she is of importance for proficiency, living evidence Caitlyn won't be made an enemy in Aro's eyes.

'Let's hope Clara, well clementine, is okay with meeting her first blood relative in over five hundred years.' The house is an original built barn, refurbished in to a modern home. Chickens and roosters feed on grain, a horse grazes eating grass.

'I see she really integrated with humanity decently well.' I close the drivers side of a rental car I hired. Lilies, and yarrow flourish on the soil as I close in on the door. My fist raises, knocking three time in five seconds. The barrel of a shotgun is introduced to my face, and my eye brows jump to the crown of my head.

" Do you really want to shoot your cousin. Is that how we are greeting family now?" I amused. In a second, I use my hand to counter shock her, the shotgun in mine own. My forefinger and thumb shape as the letter V, on the barrel. Cheek leaning on the guns holster. Her blue eyes twinkle, " Angel with a shotgun. Who would have guessed in history you would see it?" Her accented voice gave her away, it was midwestern but also British in her pronunciation. Like my father." Come in, Malachi. I have to say, never in the half of a fucking Millenia I have been alive I would meet someone my age." Her physiology shares the same as an eighteen to twenty year old.

" You were expecting my arrival. I see." I case out her house, curious to know her through how she design her home. Laid back, country, but much similarities to The Cullen house. Relics, old and new are on shelving units, ancient encryptions and photos of Clara in saloons from the eighteen hundreds. Downing chalice of blood-wine.

" How could I have not? That crazy arse aunt of ours, Remiel, threaten to castrate my wings if i didn't comply. She spoke about the reason as why you're here. About you giving birth? I have to say, Boy, you don't know how much shock I had hearing that." Clara leans on the counter. Her braid chaste and perfected, over her shoulder blade.

" You want to tell me your story. And I will divulge into mine."

We are going to be here for quite some time. Might get comfortable.

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JASMINE SPEAKS;
— did you see the euphemism I added? The book title. I thought, why not make it fun and use the scene I wrote to add it. Successfully mentioned the book name. How are we liking clementine/Clara, she will be meeting the extended family in the coming chapters.