Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. All I am doing is using Stephanie Meyer's characters to continue on from where Breaking Dawn has ended. This fan fic assumes that you have read all the books of the Twilight Saga and understand it fully, otherwise there will be references in here that you won't understand. angelofdeath8254
This chapter will be the first of many chapters in this story that will be re-edited!
The return of the Volturi
Chapter 1- The new Cullens
Bella Cullen
My bare chest was resting on top of Edward's. Even after a century, I still couldn't stop marvelling at his smooth, satin soft body, still couldn't stop enjoying the taste of Edward's scent on my tongue, but most of all, a century wasn't enough for me to appreciate every bit of Edward. And he was mine. Mine alone.
We were, as we were every night since we got back, making love in the beautiful cottage that Esme had given for my nineteenth birthday. It had been so good to be able to get back to Forks after leaving it 95 years ago, when Carlisle had said that it would be nice to go up to Denali and get to stay with our Denali 'cousins' for a longer period of time.
Edward let out a load moan as we rolled over, putting him on top of me. I could just see the sun rising over the horizon, causing hundreds of orangey rays to be spread across the sky, illuminating it like a Chinese lantern.
"Renesmee will be barging in with a vengeance if we don't get back into the house," I said, reluctantly rolling of Edward. I still remember how embarrassing it was when Renesmee first did that, annoyed that we were ignoring her. Emmett had been talking innuendoes non-stop for the next month.
Edward let out a low chuckle as he remembered that time, and rolled his eyes, his tousled bronze hair shimmering in the sunlight.
"She's still sleeping. But I see what you mean," Edward replied, laughing, pulling me on top of him.
"We definitely do not need another Emmett moment," I agreed. I stood up, pulling Edward up with me, as I ran to the monstrous closet so thoughtfully provided by Alice. Even after a century, I still saw no point to it. But there was never any point to deny Alice.
As we reached the massive double doors of our closet, there were several muted thuds on our cottage door. I looked at Edward, inquisitive. Edward smirked slightly at my expression.
"It's Angela and Ben. They didn't want to-er-catch us unprepared." The next second, Edward and I were laughing our heads off. Emmett may have seen the funny side of Renesmee watching us having sex, but we also had our own jokes. I brushed my long brown hair out of my face, and grabbed the first dress that I saw. Pulling down the plastic cover, I saw it was a floor length midnight blue gown.
"Alice..." I hissed. "She replaced my stuff!"
"Well...that dress'll look lovely," Edward laughed. I watched as he collapsed into pointless bout of laughter, before my grumpy expression silenced that.
"You knew she changed it, didn't you? You knew Alice removed the pieces of clothing that she deemed "inappropriate" to wear," I wailed. There were more muted thuds on the door. I realised that Edward and I had completely forgotten Angela and Ben at the front door.
"Coming!" I yelled in panic. Hastily, I shoved the midnight blue dress on, screwing the fact that it was a totally silly outfit, and ran to the door, pulling the wooden door open.
"Ange, Ben," I greeted them. Angela and Ben grinned back ruefully, fully aware of what had transpired. Of all the Cullens at the house (plus Jacob), they were the only ones who didn't seem to joke about what we did every night. After all, Edward and I were aware that they shared the same tender love for each other that we did. They were two halves of the whole too.
"Alice has news," Ben said. From the worried expression on his face mirrored on Angela's as well, I realised there was something wrong.
"What did she see?" Edward asked, his arm wrapping around my waist as he met Ange and Ben at the door. I turned to stare at Edward, astonishment breaking across my face. If Alice hadn't told Ange and Ben, it must mean that she wanted to tell us all at once. And if that was the case something big was going on. As I returned my astonished stare onto Angela, Renesmee stood behind us, hand raised in question. This feeling of choking panic was similar to the one I felt a century earlier, when Angela and Ben were attacked, and turned into vampires. It was déjà vu.
One hundred years earlier
As I drove my red Ferrari down the snowy road, I could barely take my eyes off Edward. The utter feeling of doom and fear that I had felt when the Volturi had come to hurt our Renesmee was fading, as I realised not only would we survive, but that I would have eternity to spend with Edward, and time to watch my beautiful daughter grow up.
"Bella," Edward murmured, stroking my face. A ripple of desire ran down my entire system, making me shiver in anticipation. Meanwhile, in the back seat, Jacob was muttering softly to Renesmee, but he had raised his head slightly, and coughed to get our attention.
"What is it?" I snapped as I turned around. I was slightly angry as Jacob had interrupted my reunion with Edward. Jacob ignored my expression and instead gave me a sarcastic reply.
"If you're really trying to crash this Ferrari could you do it another way? At least not doing...your...business...in the front seat!"
While I was irritated at Jacob, I could see that he had a point. Although occupied, I was unlikely to crash the Ferrari, and while I really wasn't interested in how flashy it was, it would still make me very guilty if I crashed it (maybe I might be a little too occupied to check the steering wheel...). After all, it was a Ferrari, and who knows how much it cost Edward to buy it? I wouldn't want to waste several hundred thousands of dollars, even if the Cullens were million (or was it billionaires? How would I know how much they had?)
A sudden low and menacing growl from Edward returned my attention to him. I was shocked by the fact that Edward's mouth was bared in a menacing growl, and there was a deep fury in his beautiful golden eyes.
"Are they back? The Volturi?" I asked panicked, as Jacob practically stiffened into a stiff board in the back seat.
Edward turned to me, his eyes still clearly worrying about something else. He turned towards me, eyes now on my face.
"Jane," he spat out, spitting out as one would spit out a piece of chewing gum they were finished with.
"What is it, Edward?" Jacob asked, his hands shaking. "Is that bloodsucker hunting on our lands?"
Edward turned to me, faced agonised.
"Angela's house. Jane is torturing Angela and Ben, and intends to feed on them after she's done. She's very annoyed at the way things turned out today- she wants to have fun with her "prey". It doesn't help that there is a faint trace of your human scent there, making her feel as if she were hurting someone that you cared about."
"What?" As my voice shot out through two octaves, my foot slammed onto the accelerator. With a wild snarl, my Ferrari shot forward even faster, the speedometer rising steadily, the snow covered trees flashing by.
When I arrived at the corner of Angela's house, there was a loud screech as the protesting tyres of my Ferrari turned left, hurrying to Angela's house. With the increased room in my head, there were so many different thoughts whirling around. What if we went to the house only to find two drained corpses lying cold and bruised on the floor...What if Jane decided to stay and fight?...What if she hurt Renesmee?
I focused my sensitive ears towards the house, and I cringed as I heard first Angela then Ben scream out in terror and pain. My fury rose up, crimson and powerful. Using this anger, I thrust out my shield, covering Angela and Ben with its protective cover. They were safe from Jane's burning gift. Now all they needed were the help of some vampires and a werewolf.
I slammed my foot heavily onto the brakes. The screech from the tyres echoed down the street, but I paid little attention of that fact as I pulled open my car door, running to the Weber's house, Edward, Jacob and Renesmee behind me. I heard a low snarl from upstairs.
I crashed through Angela's bedroom door. Jane, with her angelic face and her dark robes stood there, holding a semi-conscious Angela in her hands. There was blood smeared across her lips, and her burgundy eyes glowed with a deep menace. I was aware of the delicious yet taboo smell of human blood. Holding my breath, I leapt at Jane, nothing but hatred in my thoughts.
Jane returned my snarl as she threw Angela across the room. Angela's head hit the wall with a loud crack, and a small part of my brain wondered whether or not Jane smashed her skull in. The rest of my brain wanted Jane dead, wanted to see her burning in her own pyre of choking purple fire.
Something warm and hard shoved me away from Jane, causing me to crash into the wall.
"Jacob!" I screeched in terror and anger. Jane was mine! The scent of human blood distracted me as I took a large gulp of oxygen. Looking down, I saw Ben lying on the floor, a scream at the corners of his mouth. I could see the crescent shaped bite marks on his neck, but I was aware of a deep thudding sound from his heart. He was alive.
This news snapped me out of my vengeful mood. I cradled Ben in my arms, and I saw Edward do the same with Angela. I looked towards Jacob and I saw he was occupied with Jane, but instinct told me that Jane was trying to escape, trying to get past the massive russet werewolf determined to stop her.
"Trying to get back to Aro," I muttered under my breath. Edward gave me a tiny nod and motioned to the window.
"We need to get Angela and Ben to the house," he said. I nodded, and jumped out of the window.
After finishing this story, I decided that it might be worthwhile to re-check the chapters. I haven't changed this chapter much; I've only really fixed some little typos that were pointed out by several people. Hope you keep reading, and please review!