Edward
"What am I?" His small, nearly timid voice reaches my ears almost as soon as we were far enough away from the Volturi leaders and guard. I hesitated, my footsteps faltering. How was I to answer that question? The riposte wasn't something most people would want to here after awakening in a new place. Or any place at all for that matter. But he needed to know. Should I have let Aro handle it? Or would it sound better coming from a friend. If he still considers me a friend after knowing the truth. After finding out how long I've been lying to him about who I am.
The seconds ticked by leaving us in a silence growing continuously awkward. He looked at me with expectant eyes, his new face growing more worried as I said nothing. Neither of us breathed. Me, because if I let out the breath I was holding everything that I had to tell him would storm out of my mouth. Him, because he didn't even realize he'd stopped taking in breaths of air. Air. Of which was pregnant. Swollen. With the words that I needed to say and the questions he wanted to ask. Questions. Mine intermingled with his until they were all a jumble in my mind and I couldn't figure out if I was the one wondering where we were or if he was. It made me nervous, antsy, and practically fidgety. My cool being was lost. My anger was taking the opportunity to build itself up again. I had too much going on in my head. My head. A place that always has a ton of things in it. Where the unspoken voices of many and mine own usually reside. Where I can have any many trains of thoughts as I like and still not feel a tenth of what I feeling now. Is it because I'm facing emotional turmoil that makes it so bad? Because I got a friend involved in a bad situation. That I didn't pay attention to my own warnings at the beginning and simply stay away. That... but is this my fault? Was it not Lola who had him turned selfishly? Anger. More fiery anger. Burning beneath my surface.
Realizing we'd been standing in the same spot silently for the past ten minutes, and Caius was getting rather impatient as to when I was going to break the news, I sighed. With a motion to follow me I led him to the front where the thin, blue eyed woman, Gianna, was stationed. Walking ahead of Jacob I went to her muttering a question in her ear. With a nod she stood and I motioned for the confused male to follow. Following the halls for a few twists we found ourselves in a room with a large mirror. I positioned Jacob with his back to it, so he couldn't see himself, while watching Gianna exit out of my peripheral view.
"Edward?" He asked, eyeing me anxiously. I nodded, letting him know I was listening, while my eyes traveled to the mirror behind him so as not to have to look at his face. His new face. And the changes that it undertook. The changes that made him different from the Jacob that I knew. In the farthest back corner of my mind I realized he'd still be the same, but the biggest part was stubborn in the belief that he'd be the entirely different person that the boy I knew. "What am I?" The first time he asked I felt as if he were afraid to hear the answer, this time he seemed insistent. He needed to know. We both felt it. It was clear in our fused thought. He really needed to know.
With slow reluctant words I finally spoke, "Turn around." Apprehensively he did as told to gasp in a way that sounded as if it hurt when he got a look at himself. The changes, while somewhat miniscule, were staggering. He looked like Jacob yet so different. As he was now facing the place where my eyes were adverted to I had no other choice but to look at his face. Skin, lighter than its former bronze, now a light vibrant gold. Hair no long simple long and black. But shiny and so dark it captured light holding it imprisoned instead of reflecting it. Already full lips, just that much plumper making him look as if he had a permanent pout. Eyes enlarged into wide, red orbs, which seemed to add to the pout, and baby smooth skin.
I was in awe. While he had the body of a nearly grown man, instead of maturing his face the transformation seemed to take his child like features and amplify them so he was, for lack of better wording, quite cute. That made me sad to see though. It reminded me that he was indeed still a child. Fifteen, if I remembered correctly. To have something like this happen at such a young age. The look in his eyes. Lost. Angry. Confused. Bewildered. Sad. In some ways they mirrored mine. As if he heard that thought his eyes met mine and I found myself transfixed, unable to look away, completely at the mercy of the figure before me.
"Edward," he voice called me out of my stupor enough for me to blink, look away, and clear my muddled thoughts. His eyes seemed to trap me in them. I couldn't have formed a single coherent thought. It was odd. Something to think about later.
"Yes?" My voice sounded odd in my ears. It was like I was out of breath yet completely calm. As if I was lethargic, yet fully energized. It rang with polar opposite, adding to my confusion. Aftereffect of whatever he just did?
"I've changed, how?" I noticed he flinched at the sound of his voice, noticing just how different it was for the first time.
"You are faster, stronger, more poised-"
"Not human," He cut me off, his voice, alongside his gaze, becoming steely.
"More attractive, immortal-"
"Edward!" I jumped slightly, not at the outburst itself, but at the force behind it. "What is the exception? What price do I have to pay? What? Is my soul sold to the devil? Tell me!" There was a sense of anguish in his cry that I couldn't ignore. I couldn't put it off; his face seemed to become more desperate by the second.
"You need blood to survive." I watched as everything fell into place in his mind. The shocking, horrific truth. He was a vampire. Not quite what he wanted, nor expected to hear.
"And you?" I nodded watching as many expressions flitted across his face. He was conflicted. He was definitely angry that I'd hid this from him, but he couldn't honestly say he wouldn't have done the say therefore he didn't lash out at me with his fury. I breathed a sigh of relief. Angry Jacob I could deal with. Angry Jacob that won't listen to me I couldn't. But there was also the sadness that I didn't trust him. And the feeling of lack of trust now directed at me. Bemusement. A feeling of being sick. And the presence of his thirst. It was overwhelming, and somewhere in the pocket of my brain I was proud of him for not attacking Gianna earlier. "How long have you been...?" He wanted to know about me. My family. Our lives. The Volturi.
So I told him. He gave me all his attention. Reminding me of the way younger children focus solely on a teacher when they are reading a story. I was compelled to tell him everything he wanted to know, as long his fascinated eyes stayed on me. I was his prisoner. In another fold of my vast mind I felt that it wasn't right. My being captive that it. Something was weird about it. I felt like I didn't have a choice in the matter, what he wanted I did. Until he stopped looking at me, at least. It faintly worried me. Being pushed farther and farther away from the limelight as he grabbed more and more of my attention with his eyes. His eyes...
"Why are we here?" He asked after a significant amount of silence had settled over us in which he had processed the information handed to him and I thought about the eyes looking at me now.
"Ask Lola." I growled, fury back at full force, emotions nearing a pique.
"She-" I saw the question before he answered and nodded my head solemnly, watching his expression grow dark with this new knowledge.
Jacob
I'm a vampire. Edwards a vampire. His siblings and parents are vampires. I'm supposed to be a wolf. I'm supposed to kill vampires. Edward has been lying to me. Edward reads minds. Alice sees the future. Jasper controls emotions. I don't know what the fuck is going on. The people a couple yards away from us as dangerous. Lola got me into this shit. If I ever wanted to kill a bitch...
