Prologue
The world as I once knew it was destroyed, my peace and no worry world was gone. Every moment I silently thanked myself for not telling my fellow human beings that Vampires were indeed real. Either way, people were still scared, the audio of this James man ripping radio show hosts apart had spread faster than the video.
The police arrived in Seattle at 99.6 radio station immediately, though there was no sign of the Vampire. Within hours, the President of the United States was on the television, anxiety making him lose his calm cool. He stuttered as he delivered the truth, the warnings, "People of all nations, of all races, of all origins: arm yourselves." He said it as if he couldn't believe the words he spoke himself, "These Vampires, they are real, they are here and we don't know how many there are. Their strong, fast and blood thirsty, no pun intended. Apparently, "he paused to glare at a man in a soldier suit, "there has been solid evidence of these beings, soft hints but very obvious. I ask of you to hide, boarded your windows, protect your children. Please, for the love of living, don't be a hero. Take cover. The only advice I can give is look for red, no scarlet eyes, and pale skin. Do not trust these beings, they are dangerous, and they are ready."
At first, we assumed the Vampires would just stay hidden, for fear of the Volturi's wrath. But, no. A few hours later, while Carlisle made calls and Alice began packing for everyone, Edward heard a scream. Grabbing my arm and throwing me onto his back roughly, he took off. Nearly fifty feet away from my house, a woman weakly hit a young male again, crimson liquid soaking her once white blouse. The male vampire with granite black hair looked up and snarled at Edward, "Get your own." He caught my scent and dropped the woman to the ground, her body thumping like dead weight.
"She smells gooood, give, give. Have mine." I noticed his lisp, Edward growled. This specific growl made my stomach drop, I thought his playful low rumble was a bit scary. But this growl, clearly stated, "Mine! Mine! MINE!"
The crack of a shotgun made my teeth rattle as the Vampire's head unexpectedly blew up, his blood splattering on my face.
"Put her down you blood sucker." Funny how Charlie sounded betrayed, he must have know the Cullens weren't normal.
"Daddy, you have to listen to me and you absolutely have to put down the gun."
After explaining the Cullen ways, Charlie still held some wariness towards Edward but it was understandable. What I couldn't handle was the look he gave me, as if I was planning on becoming a Vamp myself. I did not have the guts to tell him it was impossible, I am a Chosen one, we are Witches and nothing else.
Now I headed to the Volturi on a stuffy private jet, holding Edward's hand. Apparently, my job started now.
Author's Note: =] Here we go again. For my new readers, please, please I beg of you, read the first story first. If you don't, this will be confusing and you won't get half of the plots.
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