Chapter 8:
Rosalie, Emmett, Jasper, and Charlotte were still staring at me in shock. Peter, on the other hand, was still smirking at me.
"Wipe that smirk off your face, Fucker, before I do it for you," I snapped.
"Sorry, Princess Hells Bells," he mocked. Char's face immediately went from confusion and shock to recognition and confusion. Probably either because of my appearance, my title, or both. Most likely both.
"Hey, Char. Still keeping that annoying piece of shit?" I teased and smirked.
"Hey, Isa. Yeah, have to have someone to boss around." She replied. I laughed and pulled her into a hug.
"What about me?" Peter said, acting hurt.
"What about you?" I countered.
He laughed and pulled me into a hug. "God, I've missed my pranking buddy."
"Peter, you know her?" Jasper asked, looking a little pained from all of the different emotions in the room. I put my shield up around him, so he couldn't feel them. He looked relieved and confused.
All of your questions will be answered later, Jasper. I sent to him. He met my eyes and raised an eyebrow. I winked. He nodded to show me he understood
"Yes, Jasper. We knew her. She even lived with us for a little while," Peter told him. Jasper nodded, remembering what I told him.
"Can you tell us who you are and how you know our names?" Rosalie asked me formally but I could tell she was still suspicious.
"I'm surprised you don't remember me. I haven't changed that much, have I?" I directed that question at Peter and Char, who nodded. "Huh… anyways, my name is Princess Isabella Amelia Riddle and as for how I know your names, we've met before." I smirked.
They gasped and straightened. Their heads bowed in respect. Peter just bowed his head in recognition. I decided to ignore him for now and deal with it later.
"Princess, we cannot have met you before. I do not remember anyone with such beauty as yours, my lady." To my surprise, Emmett said this. I could tell that Rosalie was refraining herself from smacking him.
Draco gave another low growl.
"Draco," I hissed and shot him a glare. His face blanched and I smirked.
Voldemort cleared his throat and I turned to him.
"Princess? How do you know these five vampires?" he asked.
"Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie lived with a coven that was living in the same town as Charles and I while I was in hiding. Peter and Charlotte we met when we stopped in Texas when my 'feeling' told me do so, my lord," I informed him. "We lived with them for about 3 months before moving to Forks."
Do not tell them that the Dark Lord is my father. Peter already knows due to his power, but I do not know if he has told his mate, Charlotte. I sent to everyone in the Inner Circle.
Yes, Princess. They sent back.
'Peter, does Charlotte know that he is my father?' I asked him in Parseltounge. He was a wizard that was a direct descendent of Salazar Slytherin, so he could speak mine and my father's language with ease.
'No she does not, Princess Isabella. I feared your wrath if I had told her without yours or the Dark Lord's permission.' Peter replied easily.
Charlotte knew about Peter's heritage, so she wasn't surprised. The others however, were very surprised.
I nodded. 'You did a good thing, Peter. You are allowed to tell her now, but do not let the others know. Teach her this language if you have to. Of course if this is all okay with Father.' I turned back to Voldemort. 'Father?'
