A/N: I'm here!!! *does happy dance* I know I promised a long chapter..and I thought it was long until I saw it formatted on here *sighs*. Anyway I thought It was Time for an Update. School has been workin me like crazy!! but now I'm updating for ya*cheesy smile* umm...I'm not sure how some of you are going to take this chapter. I tried my best to create some sort of creature that seem threatening. (I hope i didn't fail mythical creature 101) Anyway tell me if you like it..or if you hate it(if you hate it i dunno what else to do *blank stare*) But anyway enjoy my Beauties! and thanks for the great reviews! they make life less suckier.....anyway...Lets get it on!
*I DON'T OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS*
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The room was quiet. My father and mother stood motionless staring out the window. My Grandfather stood by the front door lost in thought. I sat Indian style on the couch sobbing. Poor, poor Little Maggie. How could someone kill her? Siobhan big and beautiful with a heart of gold. I sobbed harder as the picture of the trio the last time they were here ran through my mind. They were so happy and loving. Who could do such a thing? The Irish coven was some of the nicest of the mature vampires that I had met. Jacob sat on the floor below me letting me have my moment. Then I shivered and I remembered the faces of those I had seen not so long ago. The Volturi! They were the ones responsible for this. I just knew it. My father out of his trance was sitting next to me in a flash.
"No, it wasn't the Volturi." Jacobs head popped up at the same time he let out a low growl. I stroked the top of his head to calm him.
"Then who was it?" I asked confused. It seemed to me that the only ones to blame would be the Volturi.
My grandfather came and stood next to the couch arm closest to me and Jacob. He looked at my father, an unspoken conversation going on between the two of them. My father nodded his head and my grandfather spoke.
"The individuals who did this are lethal." He moved around to the back of the couch. "I went to meet Eleazar today. When he called me this morning he only said he had something urgent to tell me and he would meet me in Tracion. When I got there I knew something bad had happened. He looked so pained." My grandfather shook his head as if he was trying to remove the mental picture. "We went into a coffee shop near the West End Station. 'Carlisle' he said, 'something bad is happening'. I wasn't sure what he was going to say. So I braced myself. He told me the whole Irish Coven had been murdered, ripped apart only leaving the heads behind. I thought the same as you" he said looking at all our faces. By this time my mother and Grandma had joined us. He continued.
"The Volturi. It seemed like the only explanation. But Eleazar shook his head. 'Oh, no my friend, these creatures are unlike any of our kind. Their blood is more potent then the most potent substance known to man. Their claws are sharp as razors and hold in them the recipe for death. Stored inside the creature is a blue liquid. This liquid is so acidic it will cut through the strongest of materials. This substance, the blue one, was found on all of the Irish Clan.' I was baffled I didn't understand how these creatures, appearing out of nowhere, could take out three strong vampires. Eleazar pulled out a book from his bag and turned through it. He stopped on a page pointing at a large fierce creature. Its eyes were black, set deep in its head. It looked to be about 8ft tall. Its skin was charcoal grey. It looked like a mix between a dinosaur, human, and insect. 'Jubatta' is what he called it. He said they communicate as we do, speaking in low tones. 'I get all this Eleazar ', I said to him 'but why did they go after Siobhan, Liam, and Maggie?' Eleazar turned the page. 'The Jubatta originated in Tunak, a small village off the coast Asia. At first they were just legends, nightmarish stories parents would tell their children to keep them in the house. But one day, the nightmare became real. People started disappearing, four sometimes five at a time. The heads of the victims started turning up around the village. The volturi, and some covens, including Siobhan's, took interest; the Volturi because they wanted to work with the creatures and Siobhan and other covens because they wanted to help the villagers.'"
I was becoming impatient now. I wanted my grandfather to come out with it. Why did the creatures come after Siobhan and what did it mean for us?
"Eleazar said the Volturi quickly dismissed the idea of working with the creatures in fear they would cause uproar in their Italy. They feared they would not listen to the rules and start hunting inside the city walls. Siobhan wanted an end.' Carlisle, I never told you about Raid and Pippy did I?' he asked. No I told him.' Raid and Pippy were the most gifted among Siobhan's coven. Raid could get into your mind and make you do things, anything he wanted. Pippy was a walking encyclopedia. She knew everything about everything, people places, and animals. Well Siobhan, all five of them at the time, and the rest of the mature vampire covens went to fight with the Jubatta. It was a long and painful fight. Many of the covens were reduced drastically in number. Pippy and Raid fought strong and hard doing what they could physically and mentally. But they were no match for the giant beast. They were just as strong if not stronger than the vampires and possessed great speed. The vampires fell back leaving the remaining Jubatta and their dead loved ones behind. The Jubatta, dying of hunger feasted on the bodies of the vampires and it gave them great strength. But what they noticed even more is that feasting on gifted vampires gave them great power. They were able to temporarily take on the gift their prey possessed.' 'Couldn't Siobhan's coven just been revenge?' I asked. He shook his head. 'Along with Siobhan's coven, gifted vampires all over have fallen victim to these creatures.'"
"They wouldn't come here would they?" my mother interrupted "Carlisle our house is filled with gifted vampires!" she shot a worried look in my direction. I scooted over grabbing my father's arm. There was no way anything like that would happen to us, right?
"Don't worry, Nessie I won't let anything hurt you." He stoked my hair and pulled me closer. I looked up at my grandfather, his face contorted in a way I had never seen. He didn't have hope.