So this story was saved on my computer from a LONG time ago and it has been swimming through my head for some time now. I thought it deserved to actually be finished. So, here we go!
Disclaimer: The Twilight saga, along with its respective characters, belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Edward POV
Eyes transfixed on the wall in front of me, I studied its delicate details. The grooves traveling down to the floor, the coarse gray color, the darkened splotch of red.
A stain.
That particular stain always reminded me of what I am. What I have become.
One of them.
No. A captive. A prisoner in my own mind set.
The careful strumming of lithe fingers called to my ears and my head instinctively moved to the right, closer to the sound.
"Shall we begin without him, Aro?" Marcus inquired of Aro in his monotonous voice. It was irksome…yet deadly.
"Have patience, my good brother." Aro's voice was foreboding in its passivity. A bullet in a disarmed gun. Always there, always threatening.
"Good things come to those who wait." His ghastly fingers trailed over the arm of his chair, "Isn't that right, Edward." I nodded once in reply, my gaze never leaving the wall. My responses were always customarily given by a curt nod, twist of the mouth. They deserved nothing else.
Demetri's form was made apparent as he stalked through the doorway, a look of disconcerting exhilaration lit about his face. Repulsive.
"Excuse my belatedness, Masters," my insides curled at the sickening term of respect, "I had business of the utmost…importance to attend to." His mouth twisted into an abominably menacing sneer as he turned his dark red eyes on my golden ones, his white teeth showing in a dangerously pointed demonstration, his mind reeling with his recent kill. A woman – young.
I had refused to take the lives of innocent humans long before I was recruited to this life. It was a mystery to all, but the questions were adjourned given the fact that I was the son of the esteemed Carlisle Cullen and his clan of "vegetarians".
My eyes glazed over at the thought of my coven. My simulated family.
How I missed them. I had barely spoken to them for over two years. They knew not of the appalling deal I had been forced to make with the Volturi, only of my peculiar decision to join the foul clan of my "own will", when in reality, it was against.
Aro was notorious for attempting to suck me into this void due to my mind reading abilities. I had always cordially declined, which he was content with.
For a while.
We had discreetly come to the agreement that I would join him and his family, in return for the spared lives of mine. I had never considered the fact that he would put Carlisle's loved ones to harm, given their close liaison, but I had quickly realized that his alliance with Carlisle was great, but his desire for power was greater. Power through the expansion of his vast empire in Volterra, Italy was the only thing in his sight now.
And power he would get.
"I have a new mission for the two of you. One that will both strengthen…and weaken."
My gaze snapped to that of Marcus who had been studying my apparent lack of concentration. He snorted and turned his attention back to Aro, as did I.
Yes. Strengthen and weaken, indeed. Aro's jovial thoughts rang true with his next statement.
"The girl is of a peculiar case. She has a shield, so neither of you will be able to track her down."
"A shield?" Caius questioned in shock. Aro nodded his head, clapping his hands together twice in excitement.
"How will this strengthen and weaken us?"
I refrained from rolling my eyes at Demetri's imbecile question. It was quite obvious.
"Weaken in the obvious sense; strengthen in the sense that you may not be able to track the girl. It will, hopefully, sharpen your other skills."
Demetri's eyes widened at the last part. "How do you expect us to find her if we cannot track, nor hear her thoughts?"
Aro shrugged, nonchalantly, "You will find a way."
"This girl…" Countless heads snapped in my direction. It was seen as the norm that I never speak unless spoken to. I used it as a small sign of disrespect.
"This girl," I continued, impassive towards the several others watching and listening. I was, of course, used to listening in to other's conversations. Why should I be moved when they listen to mine?
"She has a name?" My inquiry came out in a goaded tone, as do many of my conversations.
A smile appeared on the withered face of Aro, stretching the skin of his face until it seemed translucent.
"Isabella Marie Swan."
First chapter. Moment of truth. Good, bad, tolerable? Reviews greatly appreciated :)