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The next day, all of the vampires whom Carlisle had gathered were all in the living room discussing their fates.
"Has he done it before?" Bella inquired as she leaned against her best friend, Jacob, her body tense as she chewed on the edge of her lips.
"It happens so infrequently that I had no idea it formed a pattern," Eleazar replied, looking down slightly.
"Apparently," Carlisle began from where he chose to stand. "He always pardons one individual for whom he claims repentant thoughts." Evangeline sighed, running her hand through her hair in resentment at the Volturi's cruelty. They always were rapacious scumbags. She was appreciative to Carlisle for never mentioning her to them; who knows what they would have done if they had discovered the gift she possessed.
Only a few people knew of her power other than herself. Only Carlisle, Esme, Rosalie, Edward, and Eleazar.
"This individual is unceasingly gifted," Eleazar continued. "And they're always assigned a position as a guard."
"It's mostly about Alice," Edward remarked. "He has still not met anyone else like her."
Evangeline could see the guilt swirling in Bella's eyes, she placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a small yet reassuring smile.
"Why does he need witnesses?" Emmett queried as he stood by Rosalie who was standing behind Angie, messing with her dark hair.
"To disseminate the news that justice has been served," said Vladimir, the closed-off vampire. "After he massacres a whole coven." He states it frankly, which elicits a nudge from Emmett.
"Benjamin, Tia, we are leaving!" Amun hissed at the doctor. "Carlisle, you're snatching half my coven!" Amun screamed and stabbed Benjamin with one finger. "Is that why you summoned me? You want to steal from me?"
Benjamin rolled his eyes as Carlisle sighed.
Evangeline gave Carlisle a look as to not to stop her before standing up and marching angrily towards the older vampire, a nasty glare that could even make the bravest of the Volturi tremble carved on her cold face, "Listen Amun, get it through your thick fucking skull that nobody wants to hurt anybody here, except for maybe you because you have pissed me- and I am sure plenty of others in this room- off." She spat, venom lacing every harsh word that shot out of her mouth, "Ah yes, Carlisle chose war with the Volturi, putting his entire family in jeopardy along with many other covens, simply to bring poor Benjamin to his death. Makes complete sense doesn't it? For fucks sake I have met bread smarter than you Amun," she ranted on sarcastically to the now scared vampire as her glare warned him not to say anything stupid.
