Chapter Eight - Visions of Midnight
'There is something I see in you, it might kill me but I want it to be true.'
-Paramore, Decode
My family and I roamed the streets of Forks.
Idly chatting amongst them while I looked around aimlessly, I was bored.
Shopping was not as fun as it had once been; I almost despised the task now. It was unfulfilling now. I sighed, humming lightly.
We were going to buy food. And food shopping was one of the most boring and grueling activities for any Vampire that lived like us. Which wasn't many.
Jasper strolled next to me, worried eyes flicking to me periodically. I tried to ignore him, tried being the operative word.
"Why did we all have to come?" Rose whined, flicking blond locks from her face.
Emmet laughed, amused with his wife's antics.
But it was Edward who answered her, a grin on his face.
"Tactics! It's easier to split up and grab everything we need." He shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I twitched a smile.
Slowly, very slowly, over the years, Edward had started to get noticeably better. He was a new Edward, he still had brooding spells, but Bella had torn down his walls and he was now a new Vampire.
It was a little unnerving sometimes. Or most of the time.
Laughing, Edward sidestepped an attempted slap from Rose, colliding into an innocent bystander.
We all stopped, Emmet placing a hand on Edwards shoulder to steady him slightly, watching as the girl too righted herself from her stumble.
"She's not Human." Rose breathed to me and I nodded.
A normal Human would have been sent flying had they collided with a Vampire, or at least in a considerable amount of pain.
"Ah, I'm sorry, are you alright?" Edward asked, concerned.
The girl tensed as soon as he had spoken, stopping quickly, almost freezing at the sound of his voice.
I frowned, watching in perplexed bewilderment as she stood rigidly in place, her fists clenching.
Her head snapped up suddenly and I almost gasped – almost.
Her eyes; they were the most amazing vivid Violet, deep and dark, they regarded us coldly. She looked angry.
But she was beautiful; even by Vampire standards.
Because she wasn't Human, not with eyes like that, but I could hear her heart beating – slowly, softly – you had to listen hard to hear it.
But it was there, faintly.
Edward straightened up a small, polite smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, I asked if you were okay?"
It was hard not to notice the girls striking looks. But, looking at her, I couldn't deny the fact that she held a striking resemblance to Bella.
Her hair only a shade darker, the structure of her face and those deep eyes; the wind blew – soft, subtitle – she even smelt like Bella had.
But I was sure I was the only one that saw this; as the rest of my family, were occupied with those Violet orbs, which were narrowed in anger.
"Fine." She growled.
Her voice was like a melody, though it was low and dark, full of murders intent.
"Hey there, no need to be so mean about it." Emmet frowned at her misplaced anger.
Those dark eyes turned on him and he flinched – unnerved.
"I'm not being mean, I'm being hateful. Learn the difference."
Emmet frowned once more, Rose huffed and her eyes narrowed into their own glare, regarding the girl coldly. The girl however, didn't seem to notice or care.
Suddenly, I felt my mind haze over, the scene around me wavering and I tensed, not now. I tried to hold on to the image of Violet eyes, but I felt myself slip into my vision.
The girl, Violet eyes murderous, spun around on her heal – hair flicking behind her – and took a retreating step away.
Jasper, frowning and always one for manors, shoots out to catch her shoulder. The girl stops.
"What is your problem?" He demands.
The girl growls, low in her throat, whirling around to slap his hand away. He cringed back as dark eyes regarded him.
"You're my problem, Hale." She spat - eyes sweeping the crowd in annoyance. "We're making a scene, follow me."
She sighed, flicking her head towards an ally in an invitation to follow. She turned and began walking, not even bothering to see if we would follow.
Hesitantly, we did, following her into the ally and away from the gathering crowd.
She stopped suddenly, and we all did the same. Quick – even for my eyes – she spun round, dark smirk on her face, eyes almost black; she was pointing a gun at us.
We all flinched. We could feel the power ebbing off the gun; I could feel it coursing through me. Her smirk only grew.
"Names Madeline Midnight Rose Volturi, and you guys, are my problem." She snorted, finger on the trigger of her gun. "I'll see you in hell."
The first shot ripped through Edward.
The vision faded and I was thrust back into reality.
She was a Volturi…What was she doing here?
And that gun, that hadn't been a normal gun. It was powerful. I'd seen a similar design in a History book Carlisle had. It was a Hunter weapon.
A Vampire Hunter weapon.
I watched as Midnight spun on her heel – hair whipping round – and Jasper shooting out to grip her shoulder.
The vision had been hazy, but I still watched carefully, the future could change.
"What is your problem?" Jasper demanded.
Midnight whirled around, slapping his hand away and glaring. I could see her restraining herself, could see the flash of annoyance behind her eyes.
"You're my problem, Hale." She spat but she made no move to say anything more.
I gave a small smirk.
"You wish to kill us, ex-Hunter?"
Those eyes snapped to mine and even if I wanted too, I couldn't look away. They were enthralling, brilliant – Midnight smirked.
"Wish, yes, but sadly for me, lucky for you, that wont be a vision that will be coming true, Alice."
She hadn't denied or confirmed the claim of her being an ex-Hunter, choosing to ignore it altogether.
I regarded her calmly, if she really was a Volturi, it wasn't surprising that she knew us, still. "How do you know my name?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow.
The girl laughed – hollow and bitter – it didn't suit her.
"The infamous, Cullen's!" She barked, giving a small mock bow. "Who in our world has not heard of you, Vegetarians?"
Edward scowled, as did Jasper, Midnight's eyes flickered to the crowd – it had gotten bigger – and my eyes never left Midnight.
This was al rather curious – this girl, her heritage, her Statius as Volturi. What was going on here, for a member of the Volturi to be involved?
"Now, if you don't mind, I'll take my leave, we seem to have gathered an unwanted audience."
Her eyes lingered on me, giving a dark, pointed look before spinning around once more. She was leaving.
I bit my lip, feeling a need to keep her here a little longer. She reminded me of Bella and I didn't want her to leave just yet.
"What's your name?" I asked and she stopped, though she didn't turn around.
Would she tell me?
"That's something I don't care to tell you." She snapped, and I felt a pang of disappointment with her answer.
She turned her head, Violet eyes trained on me and only me; I couldn't look away.
"But, you know those pretty little visions of yours wont help unless you can see the past, Mary Alice."
I took a sharp intake of air, how did she know that name? Not even the Volturi would know that name.
Midnight scoffed before walking away.
And I watched.
She didn't look back.
'Names Madeline Midnight Rose Volturi'
She disappeared into the crowd, lost, I could see my family speaking in hushed tones, but I couldn't hear them; I was so lost in thought.
I felt Jasper pull on my arm - I ignored him. Was she the Volturi Princess, Vampires had been talking about?
The dreaded Royal Assassin and Daughter to the three Volturi's?
'I'll see you in Hell'
