ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ⁴⁵ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴜᴍᴘ-ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇꜱ ɴᴏ ᴄᴀᴘ. ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱɪx ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ.

ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ: ᴅɪꜱᴛɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ? ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ. ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴋ, ʟᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʟᴏɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀᴛʜᴇꜱᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴡᴀꜱ 50ᴋ.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ-

All of our effort during the day and night was put in making sure that the party was going to be a success and that Helios was comfortable. He would be meeting other hybrids for the first time and the last thing that I would want is for him to not feel good in their presence. As the first hybrid with a gift, and the second male hybrid ever, he would have quite a reputation to live up to. The Volturi were known for being quite dominating.

Our son has grown up with people that would not fit the descriptions of how other covens perceive us. Cold and sometimes cruel, other people did not know the real us that we only showed to our covenmates and a few of our close allies.

The Volturi were an unstoppable force. That did not mean that we were corrupt, just that we had enough power to wipe out the remains of a coven if truly necessary. I hoped that it would not come to a battle, but knowing who was on the other side, I couldn't erase it from one of the many possible outcomes.

Preparations included getting a count of who was on our side. We knew that we had to not invite the people that they had on their side. It would make the surprise less worth it. Plus, they would tell Alice that she had seen things wrong and that other covens were in fact going to be there.

Alice's gift being faulty right now would be their downfall. Maeve had made sure that she could not see the true outcome. How she had the power to do that, I had no idea. She wouldn't tell me more about what exactly she was and how my own gift worked. Constantly dodging questions with information on the party and the other covens, I had stopped asking her. She clearly wasn't going to tell me just yet. It was better to keep her happy.

Unfortunately, the existence of hybrids puts human women in danger. Joham would have to stop his experiments with human women. Putting our kind in danger like that was ridiculous and the fact that three of these women had already died before giving birth was a telling sign that vampires and humans still were not meant to procreate.

Now that the Volturi knew about the hybrids, his children would have less isolation from the rest of the vampire community. While neither here nor there, hybrids would have to follow the same laws as full immortals, since integration was impossible. Having the other fully grown hybrids could help Helios find some peace in what he is. Seeing all of his siblings as only half of him must be stressful.

Helios had stopped aging quite as rapidly, now at a steady pace. Yes, he was aging so much quicker, but it was not ridiculous. My son looked to be about eight and often clung to his siblings like glue. All of my mates had taken on the job of being his father. It was a job that they took very seriously. Caius had to get used to the little ball of sunshine, but now they were as thick as thieves, often finding themselves pulling pranks on Marcus and Aro, who did the same with the young child as well.

Having children of my own had always been a goal. A very far out goal, but a goal nonetheless. I had them before we got Helios. Jane and Alec were as much my children as Helios was and would always have that soul parent bond with me. The act of raising a child from the ground up had been taken by immortality, but with the birth of the prince I had gotten it back.

I grew up not having a home at all. There was no place in foster care that I felt like I was truly home. Nobody adopted me and just passed me along every few years. In the physical aspect, I am an orphan. Whether or not my birth parents are alive remains a mystery, as Maeve refuses to tell me.

Joining the Volturi did not just give me a home, it gave me a new lease on life, and death. Immortality had changed me in more ways than physical. Yes, I was erratic, sometimes a fool, but I couldn't just be flawless. Everyone had their own flaws. For some, they are simple, like being unpredictable or being a bit airheaded. For the rest of the world, their flaws define them, make them into people that you just don't want to be around.

Isabella had become vain.

Edward had become self-righteous.

Vladimir had become cruel.

Stefan had become hating.

All vampires had their flaws put on display. We could not forget what we did to each other and forgiveness was hard. All we want to do sometimes is forget what happened so we can learn to forgive.

Letting things go had been what I was as a human but now that I was immortal I find myself closing in on the ties of hate. My memories had broken, all of my visions were blurred when I tried to think about my childhood. I thank myself every time I look back to read what I had written before I died and became a vampire. Yes, I did technically remember from the first time I had read it, but I got something different every time I read it over.

The first time I had read my letter to nobody and everybody, I was angry. I was so angry that so many people had hurt me the way that they had. Vampires often don't know what made them so angry in the first place, their memories just as if not more fuzzy than mine. It was my theory on the vampire race: those who were "evil" were just hurt so badly in their human lives that their vampire selves just erased those parts during their transition. I knew that this was the case for Jane, who was considered one of the most cruel vampires in history. She was just a kid who was burned at the stake for something she couldn't control.

The second time that I read it, I was hurt. My anger had subsided and my hurt showed through. To think that my best friends had turned their backs on me just because I was dating some people broke me. I couldn't even cry. My heart, my damn dead heart, had dropped in my chest, my emotions flooding over me. There were no other people in my life but the Cullens and then the Volturi. I had known the Cullens longer and felt more of a connection. I longed for them to accept me as I was, even if it meant that I was the queen of the vampires.

The rest of the times that I had read the terrible writing I just felt like I had figured out one more thing. My world was finally starting to make sense. I had finally gained knowledge without Maeve. It was refreshing. No matter what I had done before, I needed Maeve to give me guidance.

I bet she felt like an accomplished mom sitting there in my head.

Things could get better, I knew that they could. I mean, things have always been able to get better. People change, I shouldn't ever worry myself over it. People change.

Less of a change, more of a flip of a switch. Which side did I get?
For the Volturi, I saw the good people who loved their coven and the law more than anything else. I had them as my covenmates, I was one of their leaders. They saw me as a mother, not a queen.

In Edward and Bella I saw the worst people and coven leaders. I would say that the Romanians were the worst, but they had been killed off. Except for Stefan. They might even bring him into the mix just to piss off my mates.

Stefan and Vladimir were the worst people I had ever heard of. Creating immortal children, having their servants impregnate a human woman. Against her will. After all of that, they claimed that the Volturi were evil, irredeemable. Not only that, but I knew that Stefan had murdered my mate's sister, my other mate's wife. They had done it just to get back at them for winning the war and killing their wives.

They would always be the monsters in my eyes.

Monsters are made. Something had made them into monsters. That didn't matter much, considering that immortals do not make 180 turns to their personalities. It is impossible for immortals to change that drastically, as they will always be stuck at one place in their lives. For me, I would forever be 17 and have the mind of a 17 year old. A traumatized and more mature 17 year old, but 17 years old nonetheless.

After making all of our lists for things to be brought to Forks secretly, I waited. A patient woman, I was not, but the level of dramatics we were about to pull would be worth every second I waited. They would never suspect for us to pull something like this on them. Everything about this was new. New species, new queen, new immortality, new eyes, new bonds, new guards, new people on the inside.

The Volturi had been made anew.

"I still can't believe that some of these people would actually think us so corrupt as to wage a battle on people we do not want in our coven. I mean, look at Edward and Bella, they really think that we want them with us because of their gifts," Aro rants. "They are terrible workers and they either brood or have too much energy. Alice would piss Jane too much to stay here. After all of the things she said, even if we used Chelsea, our daughter would rip her head off and throw it in the fireplace before she could predict it."

"Jane does have quite the grudge against them," I say. "Wouldn't blame her."

"I hate to say, but I would do the same to her if she even came near me. No gifts of mine will be used one her. To hear her speak poorly of you, it would make me lose control," My mate admits. "Good lord, I heard her thoughts and memories after you first came. She couldn't stop talking crap even then, saying that you couldn't be good and be with someone like me at the same time. It's like they think that I'm such a terrible person to be mated to."

I sigh. "You are a wonderful person to be mated to, Aro. Don't let a pixie bitch make you think otherwise. I don't know what I would do without you and your brothers. Die. I would die."

"Dramatic as always," he muses.

"Quite like the man I am mated to," I retort.

"Ah, you have caught me, il mio amore," I smile at him, sitting on his lap in our nest. "Such a smart mouth, I do have to say. The perfect match for us."

"Your brothers do match me quite well, I do say. As do you, of course. How did I get to be mated to the three most attractive people in the universe? Must have done some good shit to be paired with you three."

"Anna, you are our mates because we are perfect for you as well. It goes both ways. You make us feel whole in ways we never thought were possible. Even if we were not kings, being with you would be enough. We are happy that you accepted us and gave us a chance. Many would have listened to the pixie and the eternal brooder. Plus the damn siren whore," I laugh at the insult towards my former friend.

"I don't think I've ever heard you call her that before."

"I guess I will have to use it more often then. Siren whore, also known as Isabella Masen. The biggest pain in my ass since 2006."

"It is still 2006, Aro."

"She is still a pain in my ass, Anna. Immortally so."