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Chapter 2: I Need to Get my Story Straight

I never imagined the day when I would have sold my soul to the devil, but it has arrived. I wanted to say that I had somebody to blame, somebody to fault for my predicament but myself, but I unfortunately could not agree with that statement. I felt as though I were a patron to my own movie, sitting in a theatre as some actor who looked exactly like me played my role. My credits would read: Staring Edward Cullen, the masochistic loser.

I huffed at the fact that I even considered packing anything. It wasn't the fact that I had been forbidden to bring anything, apparently vampires heading into the heart of a war to get captured and infiltrate an army didn't need a bag full of luggage. No, I was scoffing the fact that even if I were to bring something, I didn't care about anything here enough to lug it across a continent, that's what depressed me.

I sighed as I pulled out the manila folder that Aro had handed me upon signing my death warrant like the vagrant asshole that he was. Part of me knew I should be feeling fear, and I was, but not nearly the amount that I should have been. Maybe after a hundred and seventy plus years of doing nothing worthy of your existence, you got pretty acquainted with dying. I smirked evilly at this.

The folder contained what Intel the Volturi had gotten from Southern encampment, which was nothing. A few aerial sits of the above ground location were present, but everything worth any importance I would have to discover myself. However it wasn't the encampment that intrigued me, it was the God of War.

No pictures of him were included because anyone who had ever tried to get any Intel on the God of War never came back. Nobody even knew his name. I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, a human habit. What the fuck was I going to do? I at least needed to make sure my family knew of what I was planning. I huffed, how do you start a letter to your family detailing the events of your demise? To Whom It May Concern wouldn't cut it.

I decided not to write one at all, they would hear about it and there was no point in giving them the feeling that Aro was entreating upon me. The feeling of knowing you were going to die, no matter what you did.

My plane was leaving in fifteen minutes, me and human pilots that would dump be at the edge of an approximation of the God of War's territory. They would leave me there until I had done whatever Aro wanted me to do. I gulped; bring the God of War's head back to him. I had a hard time thinking it wasn't going to be the other way around.

I shredded the folder, partially out of anger, and the other part out of necessity. Dispersing it into the trash can, I turned on my heal and exited the room, a room that I had never really considered mine, but would have preferred to stay. As I descended through the hall way, I still remained with my head up, but I could feel the snickers and the words as I passed. They no longer feared me, but on the other side I no longer cared. When I moved on, they would be but a small tack in my ever existing memory.

Aro wasn't there. He never was when one of his guard proceeded on a dangerous mission for him. But in this instant I had expected him to be there, to fake sympathy, or gloat, I wasn't sure. Huffing, I walked out the door. I was surprised how smooth this was all going. In the golden lobby I saw the human answering telephone calls and writing things on paper. Every time I walked down here I felt pity. This human had no idea what type of existence she was asking for; I would wish it on not even the wretched of souls. I also felt anger; she was the perfect example of how the Volturi had abused their powers, defied their own rules. Sitting here was a human, who knew of our secret, yet was still allowed to remain living and unchanged. In a way, those who were accused were met with lies and deceit at the front door because of this woman being allowed to breath.

I shook my head and ran to the airport. The castle was conveniently placed in front of the airport in case their secret was found out and they were forced to evacuate. It had happened once in the late 1800's, and they had come back to settle a decade later. However I was surprised it had not happened sooner, given the Volturi's ostentatious habits. Walking with my hands in my jeans, I noticed my outfit. A band T-shirt from some concert that Alice had gone to get free shoes, a simple pair of blue jeans, gym shoes, and a hooded sweatshirt. Alice would have been horrified at the last outfit I was ever going to wear.

Walking toward the plane, I noticed there was a human pilot. I rolled my eyes. Aro was continuously trying to make me slip on my diet, locking me in a plane for hours with a human seemed to his futile last attempt to do it. However Aro failed to take into account how much longer animal blood sustained you than human. I had hunted the night before, and would probably last for at least a week.

I shook hands with the pilot, in a brief glimpse of his mind I got the gist of his feelings, which mostly revolved around fear. He didn't know what the Volturi were, or even why he was in danger, however he still felt fear; smart man.

"Hello," he murmured softly, his hand shaking as I made sure not to crush it. I nodded in my greeting and climbed aboard the plane. I had a lot to go over, and the sooner I did it the faster I could attempt this, and end my existence. I meant no offence to the human, but I did not want to spend my last days making small talk with a human.

I sat in the back of the private plane, and lay down in the conjoining seats. Closing my eyes, I got as close to sleep as I was ever going to get in this existence. As the plane lifted off the ground and into the air I went over the plan that was to determine my future.

After being dropped in the desert I would stumble in to one of the traps. I had learned from an outside source that the God of War was actually not as the leader of the encampment; but that that was a roll that belonged instead to his creator. This woman was less illusive, and went by the name Maria. She had been seen several times over the centuries with several armies in several wars.

I was to infiltrate their numbers and learn their ways, moves, and plans. After a month I was to report back to Aro, if I didn't he would assume that I was dead.

It was simple as that, yet it was so intricate it was deadly.

"Sir, we are nearing where I was told to drop you," a stuttering voice came from the pilot.

I opened my eyes to look out the plane window. Night had descended though it all seemed the same to me. The plane was close to the ground and I moved from my seat at vampire speed to the side door of the plane. However the plane was lower than I thought, and before I knew it the plane was touching the ground, coming to a stop.

I moved to the cockpit of the plane as fast as I could, moving to the human who sat shivering in his seat from the night cold. I probed his brain, not even pausing at the usual barriers and cursed.

"Aro told you to land this fucking plane didn't he?" I screamed. The human had no choice but to nod, and with a hand full of his shirt in my hand I could smell the faint scent of urine he was now emitting. He nodded, I cursed again.

Of course Aro would fucking do this, he was planning this all along. A lone person they wouldn't have noticed at first, but a whole fucking plane?

"Listen, you needed to get your plane and-"

I paused. It was unintelligible to human ears, but to vampire, it was like a death march, there had to be at least fifteen of them. I kicked open the plane door and witnessed what would have made me soil myself if I still had the ability. A small army rushing at me, can you say shit?

I had to make this believable, and I knew there was only one way. From the little I knew about newborns, I knew I could distract them with their own instincts. With that I threw the human as far as I could across the desert at a speed that was sure to snap his neck. It was an easy, painless death, better than what I was going to get.

The crowd moved to toward the body instantly, as though that was their original destination. It would have been funny if I hadn't been running for my life. But I didn't get far. My whole body felt as though it were shutting down, I was overcome with so much sorrow that it crippled me and I feel to the ground. Before it over came me I smelled the most delicious scent as I was hoisted up into strong arms.

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