CHAPTER 2 WILL BE HERE ON: DECEMBER 4
A/N:
This is my first Twilight fanfiction (It is in no way my first ever written) and it is about the three Volturi kings and their one mate. I have decided to write this story since I have found this part of the fandom lacking. I think the stories written already about this are very well written and I hope to live up to that expectation. I am not only writing this for my enjoyment but also for the fans who want to see more. Anyways here's that disclaimer that everyone always puts on their work,
I in no way shape or form own Twilight, Twilight is written by Stephenie Meyer. This is a work of fanfiction and therefore is in no way cannon, like at all nor will it ever be cannon. I own absolutely nothing besides the characters unrecognizable to the audience that has seen the movies or read the books (or both!). In other words I own my Own Characters and that's about it. Enjoy the story!
~I~
I must have lain there for hours just waiting for the dark overbearing sea to take me into its freezing cold embrace. There was nothing I could do to leave the sea of water my limbs were too numb. My mind is foggy with the thoughts of my ancestors and what they would say when they learned of the next stupid thing I'd done. Naturally that shame did not last long in this world where there were lots of other people who have done worse things. I stare intently at the night sky since there is nothing that I can do about any of it. I don't even remember how it is I ended up in this sea only that I was daydreaming while walking back to my apartment. I had just finished reading a book about a woman who lost everything so that she could run away with her lover, I was envisioning myself in her place. Who wouldn't want to be that girl? She was rich, intelligent, and utterly beautifully perfect in everything she did. Then again I could never be like her since I was only a human and there was nothing perfect about human beings since we cannot do everything right and we will eventually fail.
Just as I had walked by an alleyway a woman with long curly brown hair in an elegant black dress came up to walk behind me, being stupid I had stopped and asked her what she wanted and instead of an answer I am gifted with a punch to a face and a head slam straight into the brick wall of the Cheshire Cafe. From then on I have no idea what had happened to me since the moment I woke up I was in this sea of water.
Out the corner of my eye I see a trail of watered down red leading from my body outwards, the further away it goes the less of it there is. That isn't the only thing I can see though, I think I can see my Aunt Lenore waving at me from above, she's hanging onto the clouds with that brilliantly mischievous smile of hers plastered to her features. The smile is infectious and my face makes a slight leap upwards so that the frown on my face turns to a small smile. We gaze at each other with my grey eyes gazing into her beautiful green ones. Her old wrinkled hands reach for me her silver wedding rings catches the brilliant light of the moon so that it looks as if she is a being envisioned by the gods and for many who looked upon Lorena's delicate face would be quick to agree. Her red hair flows down the sides of the cloud that it cascades over the full moon. She opens her mouth to speak to me but while her lips move no sound is to be heard still to me it appears as though she is a white angel watching over the damned. When realization hits me the smile drops off my face because I realize that the last time I saw my Aunt Lenore she was in a coffin with vases of flowers spilling onto the sides while crying relatives sat on metal chairs surrounding a body that no longer breathes.
A thought approaches my mind, does this mean that I too am going to die? Will my spirit finally be freed from the prison that is my body? To be honest I'm slightly frightened. Looking back on it I believe that Lenore was there to help comfort me as my eyes closed and I passed from this world, after all my aunt was the only one I had left to trust in this world full of shadows and dark corners. Wet tears begin to fall from my eyes to slide down my face and then join the water that encases me. A sob sounding so desperate escaped my blue-tinged lips to fall on deaf ears. I don't want to die but I also want to be able to run towards Lenore and I want to hug her, to say I was sorry for all those hurtful things I said to her. I want to scream her name until I can no longer breathe because this pain that has filled me since her death has been so hard to ignore and yet I continue to bury it deep down.
A wave is growing a few feet away from me; when it hits it dunks my face underwater my eyes were not prepared for this so half-lidded they gaze at the growth near the bottom of the sea. It is fairly beautiful in a horrifying way with deep dark colored sand and light blue,grey, and green stones are strewn about on the ocean floor. My face never surfaces from the water by the time I realize that my body isn't going to turn over like it had the last few times the need for oxygen is scratching in my skull making it pound through my temples. In this sea I am going to die by suffocating and not by frost bite my fingers want to desperately claw my way to the surface but they still cannot move from the top of the water. I open my throat and scream out bubbles of air until only water is left to fill my lungs. At that last moment I realize that I am dead.
From that moment on warmth worked itself into my bones and I am free from the restraints of the water. I can feel them now, my fingers I mean, they can move and wiggle about and soon my arms will be movable as well. It is like a breath of fresh air in lungs that do not exist. To say that it is peaceful is quite the understatement of the year. Images of my life float above me; my mother cooking in the kitchen whilst my father watched the television neither one caring to look at the other only when I was in the room did they talk to one another I suppose the only reason they stayed together was because of me. On Christmas day we would visit Aunt Lenore and Uncle Hal in their tiny cottage by the lake, their house was a dream! Lenore told me that she was lucky that He loved her enough to pay that gigantic fee to live next to a lake. Even when I was very small I could see the difference between my mother and father's relationship and My Aunt Lenore's love for Hal, it was all in the eyes; Lenore had nothing but pure love in her eyes when she spoke of How or when she looked at him but when mom and dad saw each other all that was in those eyes was disgust then maybe a little guilt when they turned to me. My home life was not the best yet I was thankful that they did not beat me like the kids I had seen on the television. My father never raised a hand to me or my mother though I am pretty sure he wanted to at some points.
Before I am prepared-how could you be-I am woken from my slumber with a harsh force thumping on my chest and lips pressed to mine. Let's say that was just one heck of a way to wake up from death. Water is pushing itself away from me forcing itself to flee and find some new place to clog I struggle to spill all of it from my lungs choking on most of it. Two firm fingers force my left eye open and then the right and proceed to shine bright lights into my eyes temporarily blinding me but my foggy head still cannot fully register the act that I am being lifted up into someone's arms. Wind, strong and cold, flows past me and I shiver slightly only I have no idea how much colder my body could become. I lift my heavy eyelids to look at my savior only now I am sure to have died because this man is an angel. His short blond hair is neatly combed back it matches his golden iris'. This man wears white clothing that nearly blends into his pale skin so much so that I fear that he could break at any touch. What if carrying me puts cracks in that porcelain skin? I don't want to ruin it.
Red and blue lights rapidly flash back and forth my head begins to hurt so I close my eyes. The man who's carrying me shakes my thin body harshly; he mutters something to me about not going to sleep I just smile. I'm only going to take a short nap nothing could possibly happen in that time right? My heavy eyelids close but not before I hear the angel screaming for treatment.
In the land of sleep there is a nothing; only things that your mind makes up. In my mind I see three shallow hearts, un-beating and cold, floating in the blackness. Layers of thin lace cloak parts of them to shield from something. I try to move forward and nothing happens it is like I am stone like I am nothing. My heart yearns to meet those that the hearts belong to because I can feel something similar to a connection of sorts. The lace jumps forward from each heart one at a time; they launch themselves at me and wrap around my body. The hearts begin to mold themselves into faces and again I am seeing angels from afar. One man in the middle had raven colored hair that clashed with that painfully white skin, the one on his left looked sad almost destroyed, the one standing to his right had platinum blond hair. I felt a love like I had never had before so much was so that it hurt to think that I knew not what their names may be.
The lace that cloaks me is tightened when I go to reach for these angels and I fight, kick, scream for it to release me so I may ask for those names to hear their voices utter noises only heard by heaven. They turn their backs to me and sit on top of three equally tall thrones far from me. When they begin to fade the lace releases me I scream my body trembling on the floor while a feeling of having my heart ripped still beating from my chest.
And that is how I awaken. In a house. Screaming for three men of nothing I know about.
~II~
Cracked stone walls enclose the room from all four corners. Three large thrones sit atop a set of steep marble steps. The throne in the middle is moved about a foot more forward than the other ones showing that the one who sits there has more force of power than the other two but at the same time they are just as powerful and the third on the right was even more dangerous. Strong pale and flawless men filled in a throne by themselves. On either sides of the thrones stood two small children, one on each side, they looked harmless but they weren't. One of the children was a girl who looked to her masters with a smile and a proud look in her eyes. The other child was a boy who stood with his back standing straighter than and ironing board just waiting for an order to use his magic.
The peace was disrupted when the throne room doors were thrown open and an old man was thrown before the kings. Two bulky men walked into the throne room to stand behind the man. His wrists were shackled along with his feet rendering him immobile and unable to sit himself up from his face down position on the floor.
"Why am I here?" asked the old man. His voice was strong and clear giving the appearance that he was not afraid of anything but his shaking body was what gave him away to the kings. A smile graced the one sitting on the right; he twirled a piece of blond hair in his fingers, an old habit he'd picked up from all the years he'd spent around the younger guards, he sat straighter so that when the order was given he could strike and kill the man instantly.
"You are here simply because you know too much about our kind." Smiled the one sitting in the middle of the trio. He stood and reached out to grasp the man's hand. The man in turn jerked his body away in a failed attempt to hide information. The two big guys restrained the man more than he already was. That was when the raven-haired man struck like a snake unto a white mouse. Blood red eyes glazed over slightly as memories of a lonely life filtered out into the world. A gleeful laugh boomed from his lips rebounding from the walls to echo further down the lengthened hallways of Volterra. "Brother's I do believe we have our proof! Caius ready the guard, today we will get to watch the Cullen family burn.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter and please keep in mind that the next chapter will be aimed to be around and if not more than 4 thousand words. Please leave any comments, questions, or concerns in the reviews! Thank You!"