FAGE 11 Are You In…?
Title: Sua Scelta
Written for: LaTreasem1
Written By: EternallyCullen
Rating: M
Summary/Prompt used: Open Prompt
Disclaimer: Twilight = not mine. I'm only playing.
Chapter 1
Seattle SEATAC Airport.
The flight had been long and arduous. Although she's spent the best part of eight hours snuggled into his cool lap Bella still felt distant from him. She wished he'd push her away. Bella had a lot to think about.
Bella had never expected her first visit to Europe to be over with so fast. It'd been three days since she'd been on the airplane to Italy. The jet lag was already playing a part and making her lethargic and fuzzy. She inhaled Edward's unique scent and closed her eyes, willing sleep to come but her mind was buzzing as it went over and over the events of the last two days.
Alice had assured The Volturi that if Edward didn't change Bella into a vampire, then she would be the one to do it. The look of hurt and disgust on Edward's face had been clear, but the Volturi had let them leave - after giving them their word that it would happen and that Bella wouldn't be a human for much longer. She knew too much about that world. The Volturi saw her as a danger to them.
Bella was torn: of course, she loved Edward, and she'd wanted him to be the one to take her into the immortal life. But she'd accepted that it probably wasn't going to happen. He'd left her. He'd made his entire family abandon her. Bella had been well and truly broken and she didn't know how she felt anymore. Could she and Edward go back to the way they had been? Would he keep to his word?
When they were dramatically reunited in the square, Edward apologized profusely, saying that he'd never meant the things he said...and that it was all just a lie to protect her. He told her that his life was worth nothing without her being a part of it. Bella believed him, but she still had her doubts. Would he still be as guarded as before? Bella didn't want to be treated like a precious porcelain dolly. She had done a lot of growing up over the last couple of months and she'd made the trip to Volterra only to save Edward, just to show him that she was in fact still very much alive. She'd gone there with no expectations of him following her back home.
The Volturi had been utterly terrifying. From the moment that they were confronted by Jane in the lobby, to coming face to face with the Masters in what only could be described as their throne room. Bella had felt her own blood run cold in her veins. Somehow she didn't tremble, and she remembered to breathe which was unusual for her. There was something different about how she had been feeling. Thinking back on it, it was although she was caught up in a dream.
Bella had known about the existence of the Volturi. Edward had once described them to her as Vampire royalty - and he wasn't wrong. The Masters, Aro, Marcus and Caius were very regal. Vampire's in general were graceful, but the Volturi were the epitome of elegant. The way in which they moved made them look feline. Feral...but oh, so beautiful.
When she'd seen the painting in the Cullen house all those months before, she couldn't not have imagined Carlisle being part of what Edward had described...but meeting these creatures, she wasn't so sure. Edward's father was, indeed, far too pure a soul to have participated willingly in the ways of the Volturi - that was clear to her. But she wondered if Edward or even Alice could succumb to that lifestyle.
It seemed that the Volturi were collectors. Collectors of gifted vampires. Aro had made it very clear that he would love for Alice to join the guard. And Edward. The pair of them would be of great value. Whilst Marcus and Caius had seemed very dismissive of Bella, and just wanted her dead; Aro found her absolutely fascinating. Just like Edward was unable to read her mind, Aro was unable to use his gift on her. Bella did not know at that time, but Aro was certain that Bella would have a wonderful gift once she had been turned into a Vampire. He wanted her, too.
I'll be posting this short story (drabble style) within the next eighteen hours.