The Volturi's True Leader
Three Figures
One throne
Two bow as she lowers her hood
Her skin shinning like diamonds
Contrasting
Against her brown, short, spiked hair
Send them in, bring them to me
Her voice, musical, monotonous
5 figures
1 heartbeat
4 vampires
1 human
"Bella, Edward" She exclaims
A hissed reply
Through clenched teeth
Jane
Lowers into a feline stance
In front of the boy
Ready to pounce
Protecting her love.
He knows too much
The boy falls to the cold stone floor
Screaming, thrashing, agonizing death
The girl
Watching her love die,
Desperate to help, hold
Restrained
By Jane's guards
Distraught
As her love takes his final breath
Released
By the guards.
Screaming
Pounces at the throne
A hiss, monotone
Escapes her lips
Jane produces a lighter
A flame
Deadly to their kind
A twist of her wrist
A final scream,
3 figures
No heartbeats
1 body
1 burning corpse
Goddess, Queen, Beau,
Worshipped, Adored, Abhorred
Feared, Formidable, Foe,
Murderer, Malicious, Malignant
Vicious, Vile, Vampire,