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- Principessa Volturi and DramaDramaDrama


All of the inhabitants of the small town of Forks, Washington were, and always had been, under a dark cloud. It was not quite a physical cloud as much as it was a mere symbol for the unexplainable unease and anxiety of its sparse population, but on this one gray-in-gray winter day, one would have been blind to miss how the dark, all-omitting cloud above Forks perfectly matched the emotions of its inhabitants.

This one cloud was a rain cloud of never-before seen dimension and grayness. On the extremely rare occasion, the sun would peek out from behind it. On that day, for no obvious reason whatsoever, no-one in town could quite take it off their minds; in the most unusual and strange way, they were fascinated by it.

Angela was no exception, but she deeply wished that her obviously troubled and secretive friend would be able to overcome the storm and see the sun again.

The eighteen-year-old had been taken off guard by the sudden appearance of the man who she only knew as Marcus. There was really not much else she could say about him. He was handsome, there was no doubt about it, almost even more so than the Cullens, whose beauty was enough to make ultimately anyone feel inferior. Polite too, and according to the impression she had gotten of him, he seemed to be everything a girl would and could want in a man.

But Bella had sounded so upset when she had learned about this Marcus, that Angela couldn't help but wonder if this casual visit was as it seemed.

Bella, who had been worried all evening about something, seemed to become even more anxious at the mention of this mysterious Marcus. Although it was not in Angela's nature to meddle in other people's business, she could not help but wonder how Bella and Marcus knew each other and if this Marcus was of any relation to the Cullens.

Angela suddenly felt compelled to see where this Marcus was taking her friend, watching as the two descended the steps and walked down to the road. Soon, though, it became too dark to follow them, and by the time she thought to turn on the porch light, it would probably be too late as both were probably well on their way back to Bella's place.

Angela, concerned as she was about something she could not quite place, went to make sure that her DVD collection was in order before turning in for the night, deciding that it was out of her power to worry about the unknown. Surely, she would hear from Bella in the morning.

It never occurred to Angela to worry about the possibility of not hearing from her friend or to worry about her friend's safety. Forks was a small town, and serious crimes such as kidnapping were hard to come by.

So Angela fell asleep unassuming of the troublesome days that lay ahead, the dark cloud next to doubling its size in the sky while she descended into slumber.

These would be the final hours of relative peace that Forks would experience for a while.

Little did Angela know at the time, but the mysterious man who had only introduced himself as Marcus, would cause her sheltered life to become one that could rival a life of a character in a horror film.

The sleepy town of Forks was about to make its public debut in the worst of ways. A kidnapping of a small town's Police Chief's only daughter. No ransom note, no suicide letter, absolutely nothing. There would be no leads besides a handsome stranger with no last name asking around for the Swans.

This was just how Marcus had intended it: a case that was cold from the very start.

Upon awakening the next morning, Angela checked her phone to see if Bella had called or text messaged her anytime during the night. She hadn't. There was only a message from her boyfriend, Ben.

Deciding that it was early yet and that Bella might still be asleep, Angela went along with her morning routine.

It was hours later that Angela finally began to worry and tried to contact her friend; to no avail, however.

When consulting her parents about Bella's promise to contact her the following morning, her parents tried to ease her mind by saying that she was probably at the Cullens, and if she had not called by the evening, they would run by the Swan's and see if she had made it home okay after showing Marcus off.

They were just as unassuming and naïve as she was.

In the end, however, no amount of soothing and coaxing could help. Angela, who was always so compassionate, feared that her friend was not going to return the calls that she had left and that the only option would be to go to the police.


"So," Bella eventually spoke up. "Are you going to kill me right away, or do I get a few more minutes until we reach a forest or somewhere else desolate?"

"I'm not going to kill you, Isabella." The vampire to her side merely chuckled. "If I had wanted to do that, I would have done it several months ago in Volterra. You are safe with me."

There was a short silence as Bella allowed Marcus' words to sink in.

"What is this, then?" She asked.

"You may have been a pet," the vampire said, "but you have never been stupid. You know, just as well as I do, the reason for my visit, do you not, Miss Swan?"

Bella gulped.

"Well," she whispered in realization, "I suppose death is relative."

"I knew you would not disappoint my expectations, Isabella."

"I..." Bella sighed. "I can't just leave here. Charlie, Edward, Alice... hell, even Jessica and Mike! I can't just leave them."

"Yet you will," Marcus answered. "And I am aware that it may seem impossible right now, but life will go on."

"So this is it, then? No goodbye, no letter, not even a faked death?"

"I suppose the faked death is debatable," Marcus said. "Would that be important to you? From my experience, I can say that an unexplained disappearance usually does the trick."

Trying her hardest to stay silent so that her kidnapper would not witness her weakness, a single tear rolled down Bella's cheek.

Marcus noticed, though. "Please," he soothed the young woman, "do not fret, Isabella. This, right now, is already the hardest part. Everything will get better afterwards, take my word for it."

Bella nodded quietly.

"Now," Marcus continued, "there is a private jet waiting for us in Seattle, but we still need to come up with a means to get there. Say, would carrying be an acceptable method to you?"

As it turned out, though, Marcus need not even have been concerned as just then, the last vampire he had expected to see in this very moment provided a solution to Marcus' problem. Jumping out of a glossy black limousine that had just pulled up on the curb, Jane walked up to her Master who in turn shielded Bella from her all-permeating, apathetic glare.

Bella, feeling that it was better to comply and keep quiet, allowed Marcus to gently push her behind him as his posture stiffened slightly.

Marcus was aware that his efforts were in vain, yet still he knew that this situation would be much easier for the human woman if only she at least felt partially secure.

"Master," Jane adressed Marcus with an angelic smile. "We have missed you."

"One would imagine that as one of your leaders, I would possess the freedom to leave our dear hometown for a mere day without having to be tracked down by my guard." Anger was evident in his voice.

Jane's smile vanished. "I cordially apologize for my behavior, Master. Masters Aro and Caius were very certain of this plan of action, though."

"Why do I have no trouble believing that..." Marcus snarled.

"If you would please follow me, Master," Jane said. "The others are waiting in the vehicle. The girl is welcome, too."

Bella tensed, her heartbeat racing at the mention of herself.

Marcus sighed, then nodded in defeat and motioned her to follow him to a parked limo and to get in, with him following suit after her.

What welcomed them however, was not the guards that had travelled along with Jane, but Aro himself.

"Isabella! What a pleasure to see you!" Smiling with charismatic expression that immediately put Bella on edge, he greeted her like a lost friend that he had known for years rather than a few seconds.

"The feeling is mutual," Bella replied uncomfortably.

"I am glad to hear so," the overly cheerful vampire king replied. "I must admit that I did not expect a reunion between the two of us this quickly, what with the Cullens not exactly feeling comfortable around my coven and whatnot."

"Neither did I." She gulped. "May I ask though... what happened to the Cullens? Excuse me, but I need to know. Are they alright?!"

"I sent Jane, Alec, Demetri and Felix to aid them," he said. "I do not know if they are alright, but if they are not, then they will be soon."

A wave of relief washed over her.

"May I ask something of you, too, dearest Isabella?"

She nodded uncertainly.

"You see," the king extended his hand, "I know that it will not work, but... just grant me one last try to assure myself once and for all, if you will."

Insecurely, she extended her hand towards his, only stopping when their fingers touched. Aro closed his eyes in concentration, and Bella shivered from the coldness his hand was exuding. She too closed her eyes, knowing that it would be useless, and simply hoped for the uncomfortable moment to go by.

She was not disappointed when Aro found out that his powers were rendered useless. A true smile graced the lips of the leader of the Volturi coven, and a whole hearted laugh sounded throughout the vehicle.

"Fascinating," he commented.


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