(I do not own these characters, places or books/films; all are licensed and works of Stephanie Meyer and Summit Entertainment. There is no money for writing this, but simply for the fun of it. All works belong to their owners.)
Bella POV:
From my last encounter with the Volturi, I'd say it's fairly clear that not all that glitters is gold. Some times, I still wake up screaming from the dreams I had of when Edward left me in that forest. It was as if I was still caught in the web of darkness, as if the nightmares were becoming more realistic by the minute. But now, as I am awake right now, it feels like I'm in that forest still. All around me, as if they were real, are the trees that hang over me like pillars of gloom and hatred. I feel so insignificant beneath their massive branches; their bark almost reminds me of charred faces. What had I done exactly to be caught in their glimpses of repulsion?
There are no stars where I'm at, and the wind is blowing cold and fierce. There's no sound except the wind's harsh wheeze and the deepening sound of my breath and heartbeat combined. Even the ground beneath my feet is cold, unbearable and dead- it's as cold as the skin of a corpse, though I have had a pretty good idea as to how it would feel. There are little bits of wood, chips to be exact, that crunch beneath my feet as I keep on walking. I've never felt so alone before in my life except for when Edward left, but even in dreams, this was the worst kind of feeling ever. I'm getting to the point where I feel like screaming for someone, although I know no one will come. No one will care, and no one will even care to save me from these damned nightmares.
How harsh reality is. But why, why in hell does one have to face such heartache? I've never understood why the true meaning of it was. Is it because we're supposed to suffer in order to learn from our mistakes? Is that it? If it is, I think I've learned my lesson alright. But now, the sound of Charlie's snoring is entering my room, even from all the way from downstairs, and that's more than enough assurance that I can have privacy now.
It's been a long time since I've had a walk to myself, and that's more than relief at this moment. Now it's night time again, much like it was when I had my dream. There's a nice, calm breeze tonight and the moon is full too. The breeze feels so nice, even on my skin. Though it's a minor breeze, I don't mind walking in capris and a tanktop, barefoot even on this summer night. Actually, if I didn't get out of that house, I felt that I would have gone insane. Perhaps I did need tonight all to myself, perhaps I did need some privacy. There's only a few cars rooming by me on the street, and there's barely any people out tonight. In my book, that's kind of nice. I appreciate the lone sidewalk, and I want nothing else than to take a slow walk. It helps me to clear my head.
But there's someone else now, someone who's been occuping my mind. Tall, dark and handsome of course, but somehow, this one's more considerate, I feel. Somehow, this one feels more human than Edward ever did, though clearly in my mind, I see that he's a vampire. Red eyes, long dark hair, a scar under his nose- just simple beauty entombed in marble skin. How is this even possible? How can I comprehend that this might be one of the three from Volterra? I can't tell for sure, but I have to find it out- even if it kills me.
*Thanks to those who have followed and liked my story so far! The next chapter will be in Marcus' POV, and perhaps I'll do a full length chapter of him in Volterra. But still, I'm completely making this up as I go. The next chapter is in progress! More to follow!*
