Epilogue

(Third Person POV)

His apparel was dark, and grey. The outlandish stride by which he moved was inhumane as were his fiercely burning eyes of ruby surrounded by skin like ash. He stopped in front of and knocked on two dense doors of pine, and patiently waited a mere second before an inviting voice called for him to enter.

The three ligneous thrones were occupied by men cloaked in black. One seemed nonchalant, another beheld an insidious glare, and the last was elated. The gleeful one within their median rose, his charcoal thin hair framed the papery texture of his face, "Santiago, welcome home," he cheered and clamped his hands together.

Santiago formerly bowed in front of him, "Thank you, my master."

"I trust your expedition was a success?"

"It was extremely difficult not to be noticed but I believe I went unseen. What you have requested," Santiago handed his master a saffron colored file. The vampire bowed once more, and within an iota of a second vanished.

The Ancient unfolded the file and looked at the black and white photographs inside. The first two were of equally youthful men though one appeared gentler than the other. The former was stalwart, and grinning.

The third picture was of a marvelous woman with whirling obsidian hair like seaweed, and rounded lips.

The fourth image portrayed a boy younger that the pair captured in the pictures before but who was decidedly much more handsome. His frame was frozen while leering out at sea, and smiling contently. The Ancient beamed at his picture, and wrinkled his face when he smiled.

He moved to study the final image. The excited smile expired, and his expression turned spiteful. The man in the picture was older and one whom he had once met. A cold chill descended his spine and his bloody red lips quivered ever so slightly with fear. The man stared directly into the lenses of the camera.

"Lumen," he whispered.

"What news now, Aro?" The Ancient to his left with pale and long blonde hair spat, his tone begrudged.

Aro handed him the picture with the young boy, and he cackled bemused. "Another one, and with him he continues to increase his power."

"They are peaceful, Caius." The third ancient who was physically youngest and mimicked Aro's long hair said.

"The abundance of them will cause questions on those pathetic and infernal islands, Marcus."

"I will not allow it, brother," Aro retook his seat.

"What are your intensions then? Add them to our collective?"

Ever so lightly Aro laughed, "Oh no, brother, the Semper are a collection of powerful immortals indeed however there is something that outranks them – something on a much more cosmic scale."

Emanuele00: Thank you all for your support, and obviously this story has not found its end just yet. I will soon publish the prologue and first chapter of the final installment. I hope you enjoyed and excused the typo's here and there (undoubtedly they exist, they always do).

I look forward to write about Luca and Edward's wedding and their honeymoon. I believe on it is referred to as Lemons? Correct me if I'm wrong.

If you could take this opportunity to review and reveal your own likes and dislikes both of which are appreciated would make me feel ecstatic.

I hope the lot of you will soon join me when the adventure starts all over again. Until then, I thank you, and I can not wait to read your responses once this storm starts up again.