Well, yes. I am stuck on my other two main stories so this is something to keep the readers that have dedicated themselves to at least glancing at my stories.. I hope you guys enjoy this side tracking story so you don't hate my guts for not updating.. love all you guys!
EDWARDxXxBELLA soon, goes slow but it will be a oneshot.
Life went on after death.
A phrase I never wanted to believe since I was tired of life by the time my parents died when I was fourteen.
I stood in front of the high court made of the richest rock found in the lands, something that my new eyes saw the many flaws in. The air shook with moister, irritating my fresh sense of smell, with it mingling with the scorching burn in the back of my throat made me rub my neck, in an unsuccessful attempt to tame it. Pillars kept the ceiling from plummeting down, and fresh carvings decorated them.
They called this their kingdom, this so called Volturi. An elite group of what I now know as vampires, a name I had despised and repulsed ever since my heart stopped. I had yet to meet them but from the aggressive nature of those who dragged me to this hell hole I could tell they were just as crazy with power as any other supreme order.
Little light was shown but my eyes let me see the dirt that was gathering on the floor, tracks of leather footed and bare feet alike. Who had they dragged in here and what had become of their fate? Was I soon joining them?
Voices were muttering past the oak doors in front of me, so low that I didn't even bothering straining my ears. If they wanted me dead, then so be it, who would cry for my death? I had no one to live for.
I examined my feet, filthy and small, bony. I picked at my torn and blood stained dress that was too short for me, if I had decided to bend over my buttocks would be showing for all to see. It all seemed faint of how it got in this condition, I remember my parents burning in a fire, arms disincarnating into black dust, gold eyes looking at me, begging me to do something, rescue them? I don't remember what they were like or how I was raised. I can't remember anything past this point until I woke up next to the burned ashes of their bodies with a thirst clawing at my chest.
I had no proof that they were actually my parents, but I just knew. What was my name again?
I shook my head, a swift and quick motion that made my mahogany curled hair fling around my face. I couldn't remember.
"It seems you are needed here, my dear" a light, beautiful, deceiving voice chuckled through the doors as the swung open revealing three men with the most power wielding aura around them out of anyone I had seen in this building. The one who spoke to me seemed so sure of himself that I knew I couldn't talk myself out of their cult.
"I have no say, do I?" my too smooth voice replied and I stared at him.
"Now, now, you have plenty of say" the bleach blond one answered for the first, though no smile adore his face humor reflected in his voice, "though I would say all things wisely".
"Then I have no say" I informed looking over them then to the floor, I had no power and I wasn't going to waste my time arguing over a worthless attempt.
"Then my dear" the first chuckled, "I would love to welcome you into the Volturi guard, what would you like to be called, my dear?".
"I have to name" I answered looking up at him and rolling my shoulders.
"Then we shall call you Belle, suits you perfectly, am I correct, Marcus?" he turned to the third man, Marcus, with a menacing smile.
"Belle" Marcus agreed with a small smile, "a beautiful one indeed".
Belle it was then.
Time Skip…
It was a month after finally ending the dispute of my new diet of animal blood with the Volturi when there was a corruption in the guard and everyone was being replaced, though Aro made up an alibi for me for an excuse to keep me in his power. I stood in between Marcus and Aro, hands folded behind me, back straight, chin held high, body tense, ready to protect each one of them. They had asked for me presence, saying that my opinion counted since I would be working for them for decades on out.
Opinion my ass.
They had refurnished the old building to keep up with the changing world around us as we staid the same. Marble now decorated the floor and walls, nicely carved pillars replacing the old ones. It was a nice touch, though replacing the marble was a waste since it continually gets cracked from the recklessness of vampire strength.
Footsteps were echoing through the hallway. I stretched my fingers out and clenched them tightly into fists. Pity is what I felt for any buffoon who has to face the Volturi, Marcus and Caius threw every unworthy out without a second thought while Aro just enjoyed seeing them die. It was immoral, against everything I came to believe in over the years of seeing the same things happen over and over again.
I had no say. A line I kept to since I entered the Volturi, the only truth that passed through my lips.
Aro shifted in his chair, anxious to see his next victim, a sly grin forming on blood red lips from his last victim. A new suit replaced the last, to keep a humane appearance no matter how ridiculous it seemed. He sat on his luxurious chair, slouched back, an elbow resting on the arm of the seat and the other resting in his lap. He had less dignity than Marcus and Caius combined.
They themselves sat straight and uncaring in their chairs positioned slightly on either side of Aro having clear views of the new victim. It wasn't thrilling for any of us besides Aro who enjoyed being in power, sometimes I wonder what would happen to the world if he was the only royal in the vampire society. An anarchy possibly, though there have been plenty of those in the human world.
A red eyed vampire was thrown carelessly into the room, the two newest guards complaining how this one had a knack for fighting. A good skill Aro looked for and by the widening grin he already liked the new one.
Double my pity for the buffoon.
He was strongly built, muscles appearing through the thin cloth he wore that was covered with human blood. His features were that of a man, twenty five of age. A great asset to the Volturi if Aro agreed to take him in.
"What is your name, son?" Aro chuckled folding his hands together, eyes trained on the man.
"Felix, what is it to you?" the man, Felix, growled picking himself off of the ground and straightening himself trying to keep up his appearance, as if he needed one. He looked irritated that he was forced here, possibly one who was used to being his own leader, an independent.
"Well, Felix" Aro tried the name on his tongue and got more thrilled if it was possible. I bit my tongue to keep my posture straight and my eyes burning holes on Felix, focusing on my duty. "we have looked into your talents and find you quite intriguing, you like fighting, do you not?".
"Get to the point" Felix mumbled crossing his arms and staring Aro straight in the eye. I didn't move my eyes to Aro even though I would have liked to see his reaction to Felix's arrogance and cocky attitude.
"How would you like to join our coven? Fighting is a common trait we have, though your's accedes all others" Aro informed leaning forward and standing, looking small compared to Felix and I clenched my jaw together and my feet spread apart. Aro paid no notice to me and started walking around Felix, examining him closer, finger on his chin and his free hand drumming on his side.
Felix's jaw twitched in annoyance and things went slowly as I moved into action, moving from my spot and clasped my small hands onto his forearm before it could strike Aro. His eyes snapped to mine in surprise, and he paused, enough time for me to take charge of the situation. I pulled his arm with the strength that I possessed and forced him against a wall, teeth snared at him as my hand clutched his throat.
Be damned if this amateur was stronger than me, he wasn't about stray one bit out of line without going through me.
A growl escaped his mouth and his hand clasped down on my wrist. I pulled his neck forward, his head moving along with it, before slamming it back against the marble wall which cracked under the pressure and his hand tightened on my wrist.
He looked down at me with glowing red eyes, watching me when a strange glint came into his eyes, a similar glint that Aro always got in his… amusement?
I growled tightening my hand around his throat.
"Remarkable, don't you think, Felix?" Aro chuckled seemingly not affected by the fact that he was almost attacked, though he barely showed any fear or weakness in front of any one. "someone two times as small compared to someone like you able to overpower you"
"I like a challenge" Felix answered with a grin showing his white teeth, spark coming into his eyes. "as long as she stays, I'm in, I haven't had fun in a long time".
I stared at him. Was he seriously agreeing just so he could have a challenge?
"Perfect" Aro chuckled clapping his hands together repeatedly, "I'm sure you two will have plenty of time to test your strengths, welcome to the guard, Felix, Belle will escort you to your room and explain the rules".
I released Felix who in return grinned in pleasure and straightened himself, "Belle, hm?".
I clasped my hands behind my back and stared at him.
"I think we're going to be good friends" he laughed and soon Aro was joining him, apparently thinking this men was the comedy of the year.
And he was, along with his newly found sidekick Demetri, for the next fifty years until he started bugging the newest members who made him shut his mouth for a couple of months, giving every member a break from his chattering- not that Aro minded his chattering, they had no problem with one another.
Jane and Alec were their names, twins only a physical year older than me. A pain giving bunch who adapted to my immunity to their powers quickly since I never got on their nerves. They didn't bug me, I didn't bug them, we were on good terms with each other.
Each day of my endless life I look back. Would it had been better if I let Aro kill me? What if I had jumped into that fire that killed my parents? So many What Ifs that I wondered why I was standing where I was and not where I could have been.
Thirty feet under ground, damned in hell.