I won't beg for reviews, but it would be great if you did. This probably won't make too much sense until the end, but trust me, stick with it, it's going to get really good. Told by the one, the only, Aro.
Maybe it's just me, maybe not. I sat there the other day, thinking. That's all. Just thinking. I've been doing that a lot lately, more and more since that day, the one that changed my life forever. Life, that's what I've been thinking about. Life sucks. No other way of putting it really. When you have that one sliver of hope to begin with, a tiny spark in the darkness, and then it grows. It catches, and before you know it, you're on top of the world, held up by so much hope it actually feels real. And then. And then.
A crack in the world's fabric and it all comes crashing down. A tear, a great gaping hole, and then it is no more the tranquil paradise it once was. Finally, when the life is sucked from the world, when the world is dead, more dead than the deepest, darkest circle of the Infernal Chasm, you give in. Stop fighting, and surrender your will to that of the gods. But what if there are no gods? What if the solace you seek is no longer available and you're alone in a cold place? Who do you turn to then? There's only one person left. And they're the scariest person you will ever have to turn to, the last person you want to rely on. Yourself. On the frail surface of this planet revolving at over a thousand miles an hour, populated by over six billion people, and the only person you can rely on is yourself. Well, it's understandable I suppose. When you've retreated so far into yourself that you know the darkest recesses of your souls, the deepest, most sinister desires that you have ever felt you'd be bound to feel a little scared if you have to rely on yourself.
But why, why must I rely on myself? I've lived longer than most, less than some; I've seen sights that other people, mortal people, would only dream of. The basest creatures of all creation came crawling to my feet and begged for mercy, the most glorious of all my kind could have been dispatched with a snap of my fingers. And I spared them. In my foolishness, I let my destroyers-to-be live. Live? I gave them hope, and kept a little for myself, hoping that they would see my side, hoping that they would love me as I loved them.
They were, I admit, just my little pets, a project I'd embarked on, massing the vampires to create a civilisation like no other. But they weren't ready. When they saw how easy it was to go clean, they started to desert me. Bit by bit, little by little, my small city disintegrated. Chelsea left first, swiftly followed by Jane. Alec pined without her, so I took pity on him, of course, and let him leave to find his sister, but I knew it wouldn't be long until others started leaving as well. So we moved from Volterra, our ancient home, the Volturi no more.
Of course, we've all been told where they've been going, although even I find the reports hard to believe. I know that Carlisle is many things, an extraordinary being, but I don't think that even he, with his charisma and the ability that even he doesn't know he has, would be capable of drawing these people from my grasp. People who are indebted to me, owe their very creation to my gift of immortality. So where do they go? Well that's what we're hoping to find out. Of course, it could be that intriguing creature Bella, but I doubt that her shield could extend that far, although my ideas of how strong she actually is are vague and quite possibly inaccurate. Renata remains with me, of course, faithful to the end; Felix and Demetri both, although Demetri is frustrated to say the least. He can't track the people who have gone, they vanish from the moment they leave the studded gates of our once proud city behind. If I were as powerful as I once was, if I hadn't waned since Sulpicia's mysterious disappearance then I would perhaps be able to help the greatest tracker we have, remove the blocks. But I do not possess the same strength I once did. The Volturi are not falling, whatever you might hear. We have fallen.
And then he came, the shining knight with the topaz eyes. Our saviour, resplendent in rags.