To say Rosalie was angry was an understatement, she was furious! Ever since Isabella came into the picture danger seemed to follow.

The blonde vampire was sat within hers and Emmett's bedroom her lips dropped to a frown as she looked out of her window wishing to be somewhere else that moment.

"Rose?" Jaspers voice called from the other side of the door his tone was soft and gentle, he could feel the sadness rolling off of his coven sister and he knew why

Opening the door the honey blonde male walked into the room sitting besides Rosalie who had venom filling her eyes but quickly wiped it away not wanting him to see her in such a state

"I hate it Jazz" Rosalie trailed as she laid down her head placed on her coven brothers legs "I hate how Isabella ruined Estelle's relationship, I hate that Edward thinks he can make decisions for the coven"

Jasper hummed brushing his fingers through Rosalie's hair taking in his sisters worlds he too agreed with her. With Estelle he didn't feel the need to kill her but with Isabella all he wanted to do was rip her to shreds

"We just got to keep our thought to ourselves" his southern voice was deep yet low even though the others could hear he knew that his brother wasn't in the house "sure Edward will get angry but we can't tell him how we truly feel"

The blonde vampire nodded she knew it would be hard to do so and she knew the consequences but it was for the best. She wrapped her arms around Jaspers waist burying her face into his shirt.

The door once again opened revealing Carlisle and Esme the two mates stared at their children with a look of pity yet understanding they had heard Jasper very clearly of what to do with Edward being around...

The leader coughed gaining his childrens attention, Jasper's body became stiff whilst Rosalie slowly rose her head, her eyes once again filled with venom which she didn't bother to wipe away at that moment.

"I have some news...." Carlisle spoke in a soft tone Jasper felt sadness ooze from his leader but there was something else something that he couldn't explain. But it was about to be explained at that second.

"The Egyptian coven was passing through Italy when they heard that an art school had been broken into, all the students and teachers were killed their heads ripped or even slapped clean off" Esme began before biting her lip seeing Rosalie's eyes widened slightly

"W-what school was this exactly?" The blonde questioned quickly she got up from her bed before standing in front of Carlisle who's eyes were filled with grief.

The coven leader and his wife glanced at one another for a moment, they knew this would be hard on them especially Rosalie and Jasper. With a heavy sigh Carlisle spoke

Taking in a breathe Carlisle spoke "The school of art in Italy, Volterra" there was silence for a moment yet no one expected for what would have happened next

Both Rosalie and Jasper snapped their golden eyes turned into black as they began to break anything they could get their hands on, pieces of wood from the bed was thrown across the room one piece slightly pierced Carlisle's arm yet he stood still.

Vases and light were broken, the large panned window too did not survive much to Esme's disappointment yet she didn't intervene until both Emmett and Alice charged into the room trying to calm their mates down.

But little did they know that in the room next door Edward was sat in the corner of his room, his head held in his hands as he let out dried sobs.

He had fucked up, he fucked up really bad.

Estelle found herself that evening sitting within the largest library she had even seen, the bookshelves were made of dark oak matching the walls and furniture within the room, tables with golden legs scattered across the room a single candle light sat upon them. A large chandler hung from the ceiling lighting up the darkened room yet it was light enough for her to read or sketch in.

The brunette sat on one of the many chairs within the library her tongue slightly stuck out as she began to sketch a small flower in her sketchbook.

She was wearing a gown which Jane insisted on the petite girl to wear even if she did protest a million times but to no avail. Once again the gown she wore was fit for a queen.

It was long on the back but short at the front, white with a pinkish, red floral print, she wore nude wrap heels and her hair was pulled up into a messy bun.

"I thought I'd find you here" a deep voice echoed within the room, Estelle frozen slightly remembering that voice from anywhere slowly she looked up to see Marcus sitting opposite her

Estelle merely pursed her lips slightly before snapping her gaze back to her art work not speaking a simple word which made the king frown slightly.

"Tu es à couper le souffle chérie" You look breathtaking darling. Marcus complimented his petite mate admiring the outfit she wore.

He had hoped his charm would of worked but instead Estelle slowly grabbed her artwork before going to sit at the opposite side of the library causing the king to growl slightly in frustration.

Estelle froze slightly hearing the older male let out a growl but quickly reassured herself that he wouldn't hurt her..... he had thought Caius was the one to get angry so easy but it seemed she was wrong.

She truly didn't want to ignore Marcus but after what he had done she decided that the handsome male would have to earn her trust and to do so all she needed was....

"I'm sorry" Marcus apologised causing Estelle to snap her gaze back into Marcus's blood red eyes, though she missed the dark brown she liked his red ones better "I'm sorry that I hurt you... I'm sorry for going along with Caius's plan on keeping you hidden within the tower"

Marcus stared down at his hands he began to fiddle with one of his many rings, especially the one that his father in his human life had gifted to him on his eighteenth birthday.

Even though he was a millennium years old vampire he could vaguely remember some of his memories of when he was human which he was thankful for since he truly missed his old life even if he was weak.

Suddenly Estelle slowly rose from her seat circling around the table she brought Marcus's large hands upward with her small once's causing both of them to shiver at the contact.

"I forgive you" he voice was a mere whisper, soft yet angelic which filled the entire room. Marcus's eyes widened slightly, he was about to say pull her into his arms but her touch soon faded from his hands.

Marcus frowned at the lack of contact with his mate, he looked up watching as Estelle began to sketch once again her eyes would flicker up for a moment but quickly gazed back down biting her lips ever so slightly.

The vampire king couldn't help but stare at the small action groaning mentally 'you have no idea what you do to me Tesoro'

Unknowing to anyone, within the darkest tower within the castle Caius stared at the Blanc canvas in front of him, he had no inspiration to paint his mind constantly going back to his petite mate.

..... perhaps he should invite her in his chambers, perhaps she should be able to inspire him