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The secessionist's son

„There's someone who wants to see you, masters." Demetri said approaching me quickly and holding his hand out for me, ready to be touched in this exploiting way of mine. But I was curious and I loved the game. I decided to prolong the event no matter how random it might be in the end. Gather Information! It was exciting to possess both kinds of memories those that are spoken and those which are only thought. The last kind is only accessible for me.

"Who is it Demetri, bambino mio?" I asked hearing the words coming out in a whisper.

"Ahm…He says he's Edward Cullen? Demetri answered pulling back his hand irritated.

Edward Cullen? Like in Carlisle Cullen? My head snapped over to my brothers. Caius was alerted. And Marcus…bored.

"He is allowed to enter." I ordered rising my voice a bit. Demetri bowed his head and in the split of a second he was back followed by the dirtiest most miserable and starved vampire I had seen in an awful lot of decades.

Though he held his head high and looked me directly in the eye. He didn't bow or showed any sign of respect to our …family. Nasty. I thought and that was the moment the boy grinned at me putting in all of the mischief he could muster in his current condition. And I knew. I knew he was like me. Only…better. I wanted him in that very moment, not as a trophy, as protection like the others. I needed to control him and his ability. I knew. And he knew. Holy mother... Control! Control your thoughts! Get a hold of yourself. Breath.

While I recovered from the bitter taste of my own medicine the boy's grin faltered slowly until his face was the former mess again.

"So, Edward Cullen, tell me young one is it a coincident that you use the same name as my dear old friend Carlisle?

"No, Aro, it's not. Carlisle is my creator and… my father."

"Prego! That sounds like Carlisle." I laughed gleefully. "And did he send you here to be introduced to the Volturi? Why hasn't he accompanied you? It would have been wonderful to see him again! You have to tell us everything!" I heard Marcus sighing and felt Caius' impatience.

"Won't you take my hand?" the boy muttered seeming suddenly very weak and exhausted. "I mean, I …I came here because I thought I would not have to explain anything and… I am so tired of searching for explanations." He sighed weary.

"Oh, honor me, young Edward. We have time. Don't you know we have eternity?" I laughed at my own joke.

"But I don't want eternity!" Edward yelled sounding like a dying man. "Not anymore. Never really." He added more quiet.

So he had come to be extinguished. Matter of fact.

"I see. If you really want this life to end you need good reasons. We don't give into suicide petitions that easily and without thoughts. You see you have to tell us a few things first. Most interesting: You can read minds from a distance?!"

I heard my brothers and the whole guard gasp in surprise.

"That is correct." Edward answered defeated.

"How far can you be away from the… object?"

"A few miles, but the closer I am to the object the more easily it gets for me."

"And what do you hear?" I asked leaning forward curiously.

"Only the thoughts the person is thinking at the very moment, different than you, Aro."

I smiled at him fatherly. "And how's Carlisle? I hope nothing has happened to him…"

"No he is fine." Shame crossed the boy's features for a moment.

"And is he still… what did he call it… ah yes vegetarian?"

"We all are." Edward answered. All? Interesting. I had to know how many they were.

" Seven, Aro." Edward answered immediately. Damn I forgot again. How disturbing. Seven. Many. Large coven. I would find out more later. Patience.

"And why do you so desperately want to end your existence, by the way is it the same reason you look so untended?"

Edward looked me in the eye dismissive. "I'd rather show you, Aro, after all you are yearning to read my mind. I've got a kind of an unfair advantage, don't you think so, Aro? He lifted his chin challenging.

A few years ago I heard an expression from a very funny and outraged Mexican vampire who came here to denounce a rival. I remembered watching fascinated the wood gnome-like man bouncing furiously up and down shouting in his Spanish colored English over and over again the same sentence:"He got me by my nuts!" This expression described my current situation quite good. I did want to know.

"So be it, young Edward, step closer." Relief washed over the boy's face and he cleared the distance between us. We looked at each other. I lifted my hand and after a deep unnecessary and in my opinion over dramatic breath he touched my palm with his.

And it began.