Hey, I'm back, and I know it's been awhile, but I was working on something else on the side. This is my first twilight fanfic so... Enjoy!
I do not own twilight.
Prologue
Being a part of the volturi is no easy job. Especially when you weren't one of the the royal highnesses that sat on their thrones all day, never getting down unless it was feeding time. I on the other hand stayed in my room, only coming out when ordered. I listened to music, watched some TV, and read my books during my free time. What else was there to do in this boring old castle other than worship the dumbest rulers of them all? I believe that the only smart one was Jane, and even she has her moments of mediocrity.
After my change I had tried to explain the situation to my father, about what I had become. Let's just say he didn't take it lightly. I left and took to the woods, living off of what I could find. Never wanting to be a monster, I fed off of dear and the occasional bear.
One time while out and about in the woods I saw a family hunting as well, and what surprised me was that they were feeding off of animals too. One saw me, and before getting a good look at him I took off through the trees, hoping he didn't decide to follow. Luckily I got away, and stayed in secret for about two years. That was until Blondie found me, and insisted I join her little coven.
I had no family, no friends, and had had no social interaction of any sort for 2 years straight so it seemed promising. That was how I ended up here. I found out that she was trying her powers on me, and when it didn't work she figured I could be of some interest to Aro, who by the way has a really weird name. To this day I wish I had never followed her, because now I'm the shield that protects the volturi when they go to kill innocent covens. I have to watch people be brutally murdered for small insignificant things. And apparently if you play along with their sick twisted game, you get the privilege of going quick which people rarely do.
Every day I sit and wait for something, or someone to come and save me from the horror of this place, and every night I sneak out and just roam the streets. They still let me feed on animals, but many people see my gold eyes, and think of me as a commodity, as something not to be proud of but to be ashamed of and mocked. It's really stupid if you ask me, but I pay no attention to the stares and whispers as I walk down the hall. The only people that matter are my only friends Mike and Angela. Though they don't feed on animals like me, they are the only cool people around here. They were changed at 18, same as me.
"Ay, Bella, you're wanted in the throne room." Josh, the human messenger notified me. I was surprised they had kept him alive this long, he was nothing special, but very sweet.
"Would they want me anywhere else Josh?" I asked sarcastically.
"I guess not, but they looked dead serious, seemed urgent, you may want to run."
"Thanks." I said as I slowly walked down the hall to another stupid day of my imprisonment.