Author's note:

Italian translations:

Mio amore=my love

Tesoro mio=my darling

Il colpo di fulmine é la cosa che fa guadagnare piu tempo=love at first sight is something that lets you waste no time.

Mio figlio=my son

Sciocchezze!=Nonsense!

Hai dato un senso alla mia vita=you have given sense to my life.

If I missed any other phrases, please let me know and I will post their respective translation. Again, thanks for the kind comments!

Aro POV:

As I was playing chess with young Victoria, my darling daughters Isabella and Jane returned to the castle. I was very eager to learn what had occurred in Denali. Though, I was eager to read Isabella and learn her thoughts on the matter. I am so very grateful that young Josiah taught Isabella to disable her shield.

"My apologies, young Victoria, but I have business to attend to. If you'll excuse me."

"Of course, Aro."

With that, I ran full-speed to the throne room. This was going to be very exciting.

As I entered the throne room, I noticed that young Demetri was standing behind Isabella kissing her neck very...affectionately. Isabella seemed to enjoy that very much, so I suppose women must like that sort of affection. I must remember to try doing that to Sulpicia.

I cleared my throat, and soon all eyes were on me.

"Isabella, my dear, a word please."

"Certainly, father," Isabella said as she rested her hand in mine.

Fascinating, very fascinating, indeed: It appears that my daughter is very secure in her role as a guard, which is a good think once the Cullens arrive. The way she handled herself, and represented the Volturi, was impeccable, especially for such a new guard. Any feelings of reprehension that I had regarding Isabella and the Cullens is gone. She is such a prize.

"Excellent work, my dear daughter."

"Thank you, father."

I kissed her forehead and sent her and Demetri off.

Demetri POV:

Aro had sent me off to track down the Cullens in the United States-nothing to difficult, though nothing is ever really difficult for me. Those naive, pitiful excuses for immortals will be arriving in about a few weeks. I led them to believe they were being invited to a formal gathering of sorts hosted by the Volturi, which is true...when you think about it.

Though, absolutely none of that matters now, though; my Isabella returned back to me.

After Aro dismissed us, Isabella and I walked slowly down the hall. None of us spoke a word, though she did hold my hand. Everything just felt so...right. I wanted this moment to last, so I initiated our usual routine of pinning the other against the wall. She didn't hesitate, so I proceeded to steal a kiss from her luscious lips. She let me kiss her, though she didn't kiss me back.

"Is something wrong, lovey?"

"Demetri, what are we doing?," She simply stated, as confusion came to her face. I tried to look into her crimson eyes for a clue, to no avail.

"What do you mean?"

"What are we?"

"We are immortals, tesoro mio."

"That is not what I meant."

"Well, what did you mean?"

"What are we?"

I had a feeling that this was a rhetorical question, so I did not say anything.

"Ever since I joined the Volturi, it has come to my knowledge that we are mates, and I most definitely feel the attraction," Isabella chuckled before continuing, "You kiss me in such an a lustful, yet romantic manner. I cannot stand to be away from you, but neither one of us acknowledge us, beside the notion that we are mates."

Isabella sounded rather sad at the last part.

My love had a rather valid point: My only attention towards her has been physically. It seemed that I had not properly fulfilled her other needs, which a man should. I think I see where this is going, so I may be going out on a limb here, but I genuinely feel that this is what I need to do.

Her face had sadness written all over it, so I brushed back a strand of her hair and gave her a delicate kiss upon her forehead. I then felt the courage to ask her what I had been thinking.

"Mio amore, you are a beautiful woman and, I admit, I may have only shown physical desire for you thus far, but can you blame me?," I paused before quickly adding, "I know we have this...linkage to one another, and I am a fool for not exploring it-"

"Yes, yes you are," Isabella retorted.

"And I am truly sorry for that. I know it may seem so sudden, but hai dato un senso alla mia vita, and so I want to make it up to you, somehow...Perhaps, if Aro were to give us his blessing we could go on a date of sorts and really, truly get to know one another, instead of knowing each others body."

"I'd like that," Isabella whispered.

Aro POV:

"Brother, I wish you would stop eavesdropping on the love birds...I find your nosiness rather deplorable," Caius commented, which ultimately brought me out of my trance.

"Brother, do you not find their…attraction fascinating? If I recall correctly you were the same way with Athenadora and you still are…privately."
That caused a snarl from Caius—the grump.

"I think it is a rather beautiful sight," Marcus commented.

"Indeed, brother. A very beautiful sight."

As I was about to challenge Marcus to a round of chess, young Demetri ran into the throne room. He had a nervous look on his face, and seemed rather anxious.

"Demetri, my boy! Pray tell what is troubling you."

"As you already know, father, I am in love with Isabella…e il colpo di fulmine é la cosa che fa guadagnare piu tempo.

"Yes, of course, mio figlio."

"So I wanted to do something special for her—for us."

"Go on."

"I was thinking I would take her on a romantic trip to Paris for a week or two…with your permission, of course."

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! You have Volturi duties to be fulfilled, so I cannot have you gallivanting around Paris," Caius immediately interjected.

"Brother, I think it would be acceptable to allow our two children some free time. Demetri, you have our blessing to travel to Paris—think of it as sort of a holiday. Divertiti in vacanza!"

"And how exactly do you propose we handle Demetri's absence, brother?,"Caius demanded.

"We will make do. Now, Demetri, off with you."

"Yes, father."

"Brother, we have other matters of importance to tend to during their absence. Now, care to join me in a game of chess?"

DEMETRI POV:

"Isabella, mio amore, please trust me."

"I'd trust you if you didn't insist I be blindfolded our entire flight to wherever we are going. It is a rather absurd notion, really."

"Sciocchezze! Tesoro mio, it is only proper for a gentleman to surprise his lady every once in a while."

Before she could say one more word the flight attended informed us that we had arrived in Paris…so much for a surprise.