Shadow of the Past
Ch. 6: Flight
Demitri
Demitri had managed to get Marcus, Jane, Sulpicia, Heidi and Gianna out of Volterra before the Romanians' forced breached the inner chambers of the castle. Everyone else had fallen. He led the shell shocked survivors to a hidden airstrip that Shadow had built just for such an emergency. A Lear jet was always kept fueled and ready for immediate take off.
As soon as the refugees were secured in their seats, he climbed into the pilot's seat and taxied down the runway. Less than five minutes later, they were airborne. Demitri made sure to stay below the radar for the duration of the flight. There was less chance of the Enemy finding out where they were headed that way.
Thirty minutes over the Atlantic Ocean, he sent a microburst transmission to Shadow to inform the Princess that survivors were en route to her safe house in Iceland. Again, for safety reasons he never elaborated further. Demitri set the Auto Pilot and went back into the cabin to attend to the others. He opened the small refrigerator and passed blood bags to the vampires and poured Gianna a glass of wine. During the next six hours, he was sure the reality of the situation would finally sink into them.
The jet landed without incident and he took the remnants of the once proud Volturi to a large two story home in the middle of nowhere. Soon Shadow and the others would join them.
Shadow
As soon as Shadow uttered those horrific words, she had everyone packed and on their way to the safe house. Instead of traveling at vampire speed, the remaining members of her strike force moved cautiously. The Romanians had been smart so Shadow knew their assassins could've already been on their way.
Twenty-four hours later, after they had backtracked quite a bit, the vampires reached Shadow's safe house. She needed to know who was there and threw caution to the wind as she flashed into the house. The first thing she had seen in the house was her parents, alive and unharmed. The brunette vampire fell to her knees before then and sobbed for them being there and for her lost family.
Her companions and the remaining refugees joined her and acknowledged their torment. The room became lighter as the sorrow drained from the others and flowed into Shadow. With blood and venom tears flowing down her cheeks, she regained her feet and stood tall. She was now the Volturi Queen and she needed to free her race from the depravities of the Carpathian Demons.