Author's Note: Bonjour and welcome to my first full fledged Twilight fan fiction! I just have a few notes before we get started.
First off, I want to send a HUGE HUGE HUGE thank you to Clairehasdimples, my fan fic/ RL friend who gave me the idea for this story (later we found out we weren't so original). And also for her reading every chapter and giving me amazing feedback.

Secondly, I want to thank Stephanie Meyer for creating this wonderful portrayal of vampires which we all can get into! I'm not afraid to admit that Forks (and now Volterra) is my second (and third) home. :)

Lastly, a note about the story. I said on my profile that this story is completed, which is true. I have the unfortunate tendency of not finishing stories once I've posted them. I realized I didn't want to leave anyone hanging, cause that would be terribly rude of me. Now, enjoy this story, it is my baby!

Stephanie Meyer owns the Volturi and all characters not created by me. No infringement intended.

Sometimes, my curiosity causes problems. Yet, I cannot shake this insatiable lust for knowledge, second only to the thirst for blood. But this time, my curiosity has gone too far, according to Caius. Now my curiosity is taking me to the Cullens for, hopefully, the last time.

I always forget how quickly time passes in the mortal's life. It had been fifty years since I left Forks, Washington, and I hadn't even given it a second thought. Once I had returned home safely, I all but forgot about the family and their unique situation. Almost half a century later, a strange reminder brought me back to them.

Heidi had come back with a motley crew of tourists for our pleasure. We had resigned ourselves to the fact of only dining on the random visitors to Volterra. We wanted to keep our city safe from harm, and the only people that our citizens didn't pay attention to was our guests. Anyway, Heidi returned, and I saw one of the girls wearing a University of Washington sweater. It was all the reminder I needed. In a moment I recalled all of the details of the short visit to the Cullen family so many years back. After I had had my fill of the pulsing tourist blood, I made my way to my den, to think.

My mind was drawn to the little girl, who would now be fully grown, the daughter of Edward and Bella, the child who looked so much like the forbidden children. The idea of the child Renesmee fascinated me. She would be fifty years old now, as well as her mother. That was only a drop of water in the ocean of immortality, but for them it would seem an eternity.

A thought prickled in my mind that I tried my hardest to suppress, truly. I did my best to keep the thought down, to not let it permeate the rest of my brain. But, alas, my mind is my tragic flaw, if you will. I allowed the thought for only a moment, but that was all that it needed to take hold of me.

Maybe I should make my own vampire child.It seemed to be the most logical idea after remembering the beautiful toddler. If I was the leader of the Volturi, and the Volturi were the leaders of all vampires, then it surely was my duty to know all that I could about this race of half-human, half-vampires. I dabbled for a minute in the idea of going to the Cullens and just asking about Renesmee and her creation, but I thought it best to leave them alone. And to me, the best way to learn was through trial and error.

In less than a minute I decided my course of action. I was to impregnate a human woman, preferably a beautiful human woman, and wait the month or so until I had my own gorgeous child. I decided that I would change the mother, as a gift of gratitude. Then I would raise the child and learn all that I could about them. I didn't fear anger or ire from my wife. She was remarkably apathetic by now in regards to my pursuit of knowledge. And it wasn't as though I'd have to tell her. I wouldn't tell anyone, save a few guards, guards that could be easily disposed of, if need be.

The next morning was cloudy in Volterra, a rare occurrence. The sun was always blessing our small Italian city with its beautiful rays, which we enjoyed immensely. Mortals would probably assume that we hate the sun because we can't go inconspicuously in it, but it's quite the opposite. I loved the prisms of light that were still thrown from my skin, though dimmed with my age. Alas, those prisms were hardly conducive for a day of mortal watching in my city. I left our tower early, asking the others to stay behind, except for one of the newer guards Savio. He was always hoping to prove himself loyal, and this was the perfect task.

We settled ourselves in the Bella Café, whose owner was in accord with the Volturi. I told him that I was taking over Heidi's job for the day, and he nodded knowingly. I left him a three thousand percent tip for our espressos. Many people passed by us outside of the café. I had settled on not picking a foreigner. I figured that an Italian woman would be better suited for an Italian child. Savio fidgeted with the sunglasses that hid his vibrant crimson eyes. He always was fidgeting, a strange attribute for a vampire. Caius had chosen him because our older guards were beginning to lose their strength, and, well, we were somewhat desperate.

"Master Aro," asked Savio, he hadn't lost the habit of it, the rest of us mostly spoke in English, "what exactly are we looking for? Your instructions were rather vague."

I nodded. "Yes, they were vague. Hmm, I suppose I can trust you." I didn't need to look up to sense the glee radiating in him. I leaned closer and said as fast and softly as a vampire can speak, "We're looking for the woman that will carry my child." Savio sat back too quickly for a human. I lowered my glasses to give him an admonishing look, but he was hardly concerned. The shock on his face was most unbecoming for an otherworldly being.

I said gently, "Now Savio, behave yourself. I don't want to have to take you home now." Savio nodded, but stopped looking out at the small throng of people. I continued to watch, not bothering to really make my guard behave. Suddenly, I noticed a young woman across the road. A rare patch of sunlight lit her face and she looked more beautiful than even the immortal Bella Cullen and all of her sisters combined.

She had silky black hair that waved to her waist. This was complimented by her dark eyes and pale complexion. To the mortal eye, she looked the part of a vampire, ironically enough. To me, she was deliciously human though. I didn't see her curves as attractive, but useful. I remembered from long ago that women who were curvier could carry children better, and this woman could use all the help she could get.

"That's her, Savio. Across the street, I want her. Get her for me." Savio looked even more shocked, clearly he still was shaken by the task ahead of us, but he obeyed, of course. He left the café, rushing to catch the woman before she disappeared. I observed the conversation from my seat.

Savio approached the woman and bumped into her, sending the bag of groceries in her hand to the ground. I didn't know before, but Savio was a brilliant actor. He looked the part of a flustered oaf who had embarrassed himself and was now realizing how gorgeous the woman he troubled was. At first she seemed angry, she shouted, the noises of the street rendered it inaudible to me though. She poked his chest, and he threw his hands up. He apologized, and finally the woman seemed calm down. He handed her our card, the address of our castle, but through the main floor, of course. He walked back toward the café, but first he waved over his shoulder his goodbye. The woman smiled hesitantly and continued on her way.

Savio looked as though he had swallowed some bad blood when he returned to me. But I ignored his sour expression and swept us from the café, giving the owner a curt nod. Soon we were back in our tower, nobody the wiser, except Marcus. He saw the turmoil swirling in the relationship between Savio and I, and I knew that it wasn't that way this morning. I also knew that Marcus would do nothing about it. He was little more than a vegetable now these days. I secretly feared that he was coming close to a death that none of us knew anything about. Even though Caius, him, and I were all created at the same time, Marcus seemed so much older than us. As I returned to my seat in the tower, Marcus gave me a dull look, but turned away before anyone could pay attention to it.

Savio whispered in my ear, "The woman said she would come around six, because she wanted to clean up at home." I gave a nod. I also turned to look at Savio. He had been a handsome man, and now an even more handsome vampire. Any woman would easily follow his instruction. I was happy that I chose the right man for the job. His sick expression had relaxed some. Though Marcus wouldn't say anything, Caius would, without a doubt, but he was too busy speaking with Athenodora and only gave me a passing glance.

The time passed slowly now, as I waited for six to arrive. My friends and family began to leave, once we had our meal, to their separate hobbies. First the oldest members besides our trio, Sulpicia, Athenodora left and then the guard followed, Demetri, Felix, Afton, and the others. They left one by one until only Savio, Marcus, Caius, and I remained. Marcus watched the world below from one of the windows in the tower but Caius finally paid attention to the way Savio stood behind me, and my cool expression.

"Brother Aro, why don't you go and read one of your books? With a mind like yours, why should you let it simmer in boredom up here?" Caius may not have had a particular talent, but he was good at trying to trap people. Usually I humored him some, but this time, I didn't want him to be involved in my plans. He had mad it abundantly clear that he didn't approve of Renesmee or any other hybrids. Caius couldn't see the potential in the half-vampires, the way they could actually grow, and eat human food, and go out into the sun, but still had the strength and speed and beauty of vampires. I didn't want to have to explain it to him, again.

I replied dismissively, "Oh, I could, but for now I'm just enjoying rest. Sometimes all I want is to be calm and still." I immediately stilled myself. Mortals would think me dead, because I didn't have to breathe, and I could sit absolutely still for years, if I wanted. But Marcus ruined my plan.

"The relationship between Aro and Savio has changed since this morning." In a flash, faster than I had moved in years, I was at his throat, lifting him from the ground. Though we were all decaying, the Volturi trio was still very much the powerful vampires we were in our youth. Caius pulled me off Marcus, while Savio rushed to my side.

"Aro! What is going on? Since when do you attack Marcus for speaking? You are not the ruler of us, try as you might!" Even though Marcus had waved a hand in forgiveness, Caius was seething. He pushed me against a wall before Savio had time to restrain him.

I growled at Caius, "Let go of me. Nothing is going on." Caius did back away, though I knew it wasn't from fear. Neither he nor Marcus was afraid of me. I rubbed my throat for affect and resumed my seat.

"I'm sorry Marcus; I don't know what came over me." He hardly acknowledged the apology. Caius turned to me, ignoring Marcus and his apathy.

He spoke softly, but his intent was clear, "Aro, tell me what is going on. Marcus wouldn't speak if he thought it was nothing, we know that. What have Savio and you done?"

"We've done nothing," I replied honestly. But my eyes flicked to a clock that was hanging by one of the windows. Caius caught the movement and approached me on bended knee.

"Who're you waiting for Aro? Please tell me, I promise I won't interfere. But you do have the tendency to make silly plans that cause much more anguish for everyone else then you realize."

"Like when you let Bella and Edward leave," Marcus chipped in. I glared at the back of his head. But I relaxed my face before I answered.

I spoke softly, "Honestly, Caius, you don't want to know." That was the wrong thing to say, actually. I don't often make mistakes when it comes to speaking, but we all have our slip ups.

"OF COURSE I WANT TO KNOW!" screamed Caius. Thankfully he didn't grab me again, though Savio moved just in case. I could see that it was two minutes until six. I also knew that I had only two options; either lie to Caius and have Savio intercept the girl before she blunders into this conversation, or tell Caius and risk him ending the experiment before it could even begin. I didn't like either of them, honestly.

"Fine," I said with a sigh. "I'll tell you. Remember little Renesmee?" Caius's eyes popped from his face in shock.

"No, no, no, NO! Aro, PLEASE, don't tell me you are planning on making one of those… those abominations!" Even Marcus turned around in wonder. I was briefly happy that he was showing interest in the matter, but Caius rage sucked that. I rolled my eyes and shrugged off-handedly.

The clock struck six, and I saw Savio clearly twitch towards the door. "He's in on it, too?" Caius shouted again.

"Yes, yes, Savio's 'in on it'. Now, can you please calm down? I have a… friend coming to visit." Just then, there was a small knock on the door. The woman opened the door and poked her head in nervously.

"Savio?" she asked sweetly, before Caius pounced.

A/N: Hope you like cliff hangers! (Actually there's only like two in the whole story) Leave me a review and tell me what you think!
-Lasweetie