Sometimes You Just Can't Win.
The only thing I remember of the previous days and weeks is torture. Nothing more. Every second of every minute of every day, I was either being burned mentally by Jane, knocked out by Alec, tracked by Demetri and beaten up by Felix afterwards, and countless other methods the Volturi here used to try and get me to help hurt my family.
Yes, my family. The most important, dearest thing to my heart.
And they'd soon all be dead.
Well, hopefully not. I'd rather the Volturi just kill me than lay one papery finger on any of member of my beloved family. Particularly Carlisle.
I don't see why they would try to hurt Carlisle, considering Aro is quite fond of him. But, obviously, they do want to hurt him. The easiest and most effective way being hurting me first.
I looked up at the large metal door as it opened with a loud screech, sneaking a glance at the face behind it. Jane.
"Come on," she ordered, voice cold and harsh. Knowing what she would do if I didn't listen, I obeyed. Jane eyed my appearance; the torn clothes, matted hair, the eyes the color of a starless midnight. This is what I've become.
I followed Jane down the boring, gray corridor, to a now very familiar room; the throne room. Home to the three Volturi brothers – Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Aro looked up as Jane and I entered the room, and he smiled. Cockily, as usual.
"Ah, good work, Jane dear. Grazie," he thanked her. Aro then turned to me. "Young Esme, I assume you have figured out by now why I've called you down here?" he asked. I shook my head.
"No, sir," I replied, solemnly. Aro has specifically requested that I only address him by either 'sir' or 'master'. I had no intention of ever calling anyone 'master', so I settled for sir. Since he had, well, let's say he had a little tantrum when I called him by his first name. Aro stifled a sigh.
"I'm shocked. Usually you and Carlisle share the ability to make sense of things easily. Unless I was mistaken." His milky red gaze settled on mine, and I quickly looked away.
"You see, Esme, we need you to cooperate with us here. Whether or not you want to help us with this, it's not your choice. It's ours. So, you can stop trying to rebel against us; it does nothing," he explained. I said nothing, remaining still and silent. I hadn't even been listening during all he just said, I had been thinking. Thinking about what it had been like all these weeks, months, I hadn't even kept track of how long they'd kept me here. One of the worst things about being cooped up in this castle was the pain it inflicted upon my heart; being brutally torn away from my family and beloved husband in the midst of a battle.
I wasn't even focused on the oncoming attack from a Volturi guard I could hear racing towards me. I was only watching two people in particular.
Carlisle had Aro in some sort of headlock, almost, and I watched as Aro tore free of my husband's grasp. He snarled, a low and feral sound. A loud boom echoed through the clearing as the two collided, the impact throwing Carlisle back into a tree. I watched as Aro bolted towards him again, his hand locking around Carlisle's neck. I hadn't even noticed until now that another guard had appeared behind me. I was too intent on the fight to the death between Aro and my beloved. All I heard was a crack from somewhere in their direction, before I was being dragged back through the trees by the guard, my arms locked behind me. The last sight I saw was the dark pine trees surrounding me before everything fell into darkness.
Damn Alec. I could've at least seen what was happening to Carlisle before he used his power on me.
I just couldn't win, could I?