Well, I decided to continue. =P Its not very often I start something and decide not to finish it… But, I will update more often, I promise. I have a break from school coming up this week, so I'll have more time to devote to my fanfictions and such during that time.
As for now, I hope you like my fanfiction!! As usual, please review!!
I finally looked back up at Aro, snapping out of my mini-flashback there. He looked as if he had been waiting hours for my response, and had eventually gotten tired of waiting, much like Marcus and his ever-remaining expression always looked. My gaze swept across the room, resting on everyone in the rather large throne area.
"I'm not going to help you. Do what you want to me," I said, breaking the silence. Aro watched me for a moment, before breaking into a fit of carefree laughter.
"Ha! You think we didn't already know that?" he asked, before looking over at Jane. "Jane, dear?"
Jane grinned evilly, before setting her gaze on mine. I waited for a second for her to start with the horrible ability she possessed, bracing myself for the oncoming pain. She smiled once more before I felt the shots of burning, searing pain throughout my head and that also made their way through the rest of my body. I squeezed by eyes shut, hoping some way that it would help to stifle the red-hot sensation that was running through every part of my already extremely weak body. Jane amped up the force of her power of her ability, causing my jaw to fall open in a silent cry of pain. I sank to my knees in the middle of the cold, marble floor, not caring about how vulnerable it probably made me look. After what seemed like hours, Aro's voice pulled me out of my painful, trance-like state.
"Jane, that's enough for now." At that, all the pain suddenly drifted away, and I slowly opened my eyes. My un-needed breaths came in short huffs as I slowly lifted my gaze to look at the most powerful Volturi brother.
"Changed your mind?" Aro inquired coolly, locking his milky red eyes on my coal black ones. I hesitated for a few moments, the words I had planned to say on the tip of my tongue. What would be the point of objecting to him? All it would lead to would be more torture from Jane, and I knew Aro would keep pestering me about this, anyways. It would make more sense to simply accept to go with them to Forks, the sooner I did, the sooner I would get to see Carlisle. Even if they decided to murder me there, I would still have a better last memory of my beloved husband than him and Aro nearly killing each other.
"So? Have you?" Aro asked, interrupting my thoughts. I lifted my gaze to him, opening my mouth to reply, although nothing came out at first. C'mon, Esme. Just say it, I thought to myself. I finally managed to let the words escape my mouth, although they weren't what I expected them to be.
"Yes, Master."