"Miranda, drive slower!" - 180 km / h - "I'm sure Master Aro would find it uncomfortable to say at least" - The car now drove 190 km / h - "if we come into contact with the 'Polizia' by your reckless driving." the black BMW now drove at a speed of 200 km / h on the road towards Sienna and Miranda zigzagged between all cars. Demetri kept nagging at Miranda's head, and a strong irritation worked his way up. It seemed as if the dude's voice kept echoing in her head. In a rapid movement, that Demetri didn't see coming, she grabbed him with one hand on the collar of his black Armani suit and pulled him forward. With one hand on the wheel, she drove the car still perfectly. The car deviated not an inch of the lane. "Listen, you piece of shit. I'm 304 years old. I've had plenty of time to learn how to drive. And don't complain! You're giving me a headache." "Listen, redhead bitch. I have lived almost 1000 years. I say you will attract attention if you keep driving like this, drive slower!" Demetri made a move to get her clenched fist of his suit but Feliciana was for him. Her little hand was clamped around his neck. "Sit down and shut up!" She said loud and clear. To his own surprise, he did it. Felix looked at him grinning, a look he answered with a questioning one. "Gift." was the simple answer.
The otherwise so sunny Sienna was covered with thick, gray clouds that predicted rain. Perfect for vampires. Miranda's arm was intertwined with that of Feliciana as they walked through the streets. It irritated Feliciana extremely that they were followed. With a sigh, she turned around: " Brother, Demetri why don't you go somewhere ... hang out. The shopping can sometimes anticipate." Miranda backed her up: "Yeah, we're going to shop endless. It can be boring. For you at least " Demetri was the first to respond: " I don't think so little Felici. Orders are orders." Did he just called her little? Feliciana smiled sweetly: "I can always make you." Demetri's grin disappeared as if someone had wiped it off. "You have until 5 pm. Meet us at the car." Feliciana's cheeks puffed up again and her shining white teeth appeared. "I always get what I want. Willingly or unwillingly." " You can still keep a track on them." It was addressed to Demetri. Of course he would know where they are. Thanks to his gift. It was actually pretty weird that he followed ... the flavor of one's mind. "I heard that!" With those words Feliciana left.
" Wait a second." Feliciana said and she stopped abruptly and took her left leg in her hands. Perfectly balanced, - on one leg with 15 cm high heels on her feet- she looked at her shoe. She hissed. Down the red sole of her beautiful black Louboutin pump was a pink bubble gum. " Take. It. Off!" She growled through her teeth. Miranda leaned disgusted forward and with thumb and forefinger she took the dirty wad off Feliciana's shoe. Fortunately there was nothing wrong with her outfit. She would have had a heart attack if there was something wrong with her Emilio Pucci Leather Leggings, her Alexander McQueen Leather Biker Jacket and her royal blue silk peplumtop of an unknown - but expensive - brand. Miranda wore a colorful, tight Hervé Leger panel dress, a chic black satin Alexander McQueen Blazer with lapels, black tights and black Alexander McQueen Suede Ankle Boots with a big bow.
"Look, there. What a babes." "Let us ask them out. " " Oh God, I want to fuck them." A group of five boys mid-20s, looked at the two young women eagerly. They were the best thing their eyes had ever seen. The clothes they wore drew even more attention to them. The expensive designer clothes accentuated their divine bodies. The youngest girl was almost completely wrapped in leather: Black leather jacket, royal blue peplumtop, tight leather leggings and black pumps with heels that were estimated on 15 centimetre. She had a good taste and a preference for leather. And money. Her feet were definitely hurt. They were as white as her face, and equally smooth. And beautiful. The redhead wore a tight pink dress with black stripes, a black blazer and black ankle boots with a bow. Full of lust they stared at the girls. Their eyes stayed seconds long on their bodies. In a whisper they discussed who was the prettiest. They might as well have screamed because Feliciana and Miranda heard them yet perfectly. Feliciana was described by the boys as quiet, shy, lovely and beautiful to look at. Miranda was also a great favorite with the men: the words sexy and seductive were plenty of times repeated. Their legs came into action. Far too confident they walked into the direction of Feliciana and Miranda. They were street thug. Far too confident for their own good, too tough for their welfare and poorly perfumed. Feliciana's sensitive nose caught their scent. A mix of alcohol, cigarettes and a way too strong aftershave. One of them even had a burning paper in his hands that spread an even more hideous smell. How called the living blood bags it again? Oh yes, Feliciana believed it was called weed. " Hey, girls." Said one of them. Feliciana raised her eyebrow and stared at the group of idiots, with a brain that was even smaller than a molecule. Humans were stupid, reckless and quick-tempered. They served merely as food... " Go away." Snarled Feliciana. They were amazed at how powerful she snapped. However, they would continue their temptation action. Feliciana and Miranda walked on, ignoring the boys. Although it was difficult, because they both wanted to break their necks. They heard the guys come behind them. Extremely annoyed Feliciana turned around. The same boy who had spoken to them, put a hand on her shoulder. She felt the warm, sweaty hand through her leather jacket. She hissed in a low voice that only Miranda could hear. She roughly shook the hand of her shoulder. "Touch me never, ever again, or I'll make sure you regret it." The street thug smiled: " Ooh, what am I afraid now. Why do you use such threats, pretty girl? Why don't you use your pretty little mouth for more enjoyable things?" He was referring to oral sex. It made her even angrier, and she felt her muscles tense. The same hand again tried to touch her. Feliciana's hand grabbed the boys elle bow, pulled it down, pinned with one hand his arm behind his back - what resulted in a scream of pain - and grabbed with her other hand the spiky dark blond hair and slammed his head against the edge of the roof of a parked car. The boy fell unconscious on the ground. Blood was all over his face and formed slowly a pool of blood on the ground. His friends looked wide-eyed at the motionless body. Feliciana looked around to see if anyone had seen her little action. Nobody. The boys were still looking shocked. Even their weak human eyes could see the dent in his skull. Miranda cleared her throat and said deadly serious. " Boys, it's time to run" With anxious looks they looked back and forth from the body to Feliciana and then to Miranda. Miranda giggled in her high ringing voice: "Tik Tok, Tik Tok. Death comes closer!" That seemed to give the decisive factor. As fast as they could they sprinted away from the body. Panic took over their thoughts. The red-haired girl had giggled. She giggled while someone bled to death. Feliciana heard their heart pumping of the effort and the blood flow through their veins. It made her even thirstier than she already was. And the bleeding body on the ground, one meter away from her didn't made it any better. But there was better blood to be found. Fortunately, she lived almost a millennium and she had a perfect even excellent control. They were already two weeks with the Volturi – as guests -, but had politely refused 'dinner' because they knew they were going outside soon. And that they could choose something delicious. " Come on, let's go shopping and then enjoy a hot drink." Miranda always had good ideas.
The first store they entered was Chanel. The saleswomen looked at the two young women. Her first reaction was: what are they doing here? But then she looked at their outfits: expensive and stylish. Finished with Louboutins and Alexander McQueen shoes. "Can I help you?" The saleswomen tried to remain polite despite the suffocating jealousy over their beauty.
When they stepped outside the store, the two ladies already spent a small fortune. Feliciana had spent € 40,000 and Miranda had made the Volturi € 37,000 poorer. And this was only their first stop. The next stops were: Versace, Dior, D & G, Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Alexander McQueen and Hermes. Shoes would be shopped at Christian Louboutin and Giuseppe Zanotti. And a pair of Prada shoes could also tempt Feliciana.
"It is 3 over 5, where is she?" Felix began to be irritated and - although he was never going to admit it- also a little bit worried. What if Feliciana left him? It was a simple scenario: She didn't like the Volturi and she left. He knew how much she loved her former freedom. And he also knew that she had forgiven him for the centuries of abandon, but she wasn't forgotten it. Forgiven but not forgotten. "Who. You really irritating sister, or her little protector?" Felix turned his head sharply. Demetri moved amused his eyebrows: " I know you like the little redhead, can't blame you." Felix wanted to give an answer to Demetri's comment, when the thick, short curly black hair and the striking sunset orange hair came into his view. Relief washed over him. Felix frowned: there was a man running behind them. A human being. But everything became clear when he saw the numerous bags. " Demetri open the trunk." And again it was Demetri who was the slave. The bags that the girls were carrying seemed heavy, although they could wear easily. The man, however, had more trouble staying on two feet, and he wore not even a quarter of their bags. Feliciana threw the bags in the trunk, Miranda did the same, and the man ... just stood there and watched them. Wondering if they were really that rich. They had a private driver and a bodyguard. The big guy made him want to piss his pants. " That bags also need to be in the trunk, Steve." Snarled Miranda. Steve began to move and did what he was asked. "Now go." The man made sure as quickly as possible that he was gone from the scary, way to beautiful people. Something was wrong with his filthy rich clients. " Brother, have a little more patience. Miranda and I are going to 'socialize' with some people. We are quite thirsty." " Felici, Don't make a scene. It's broad daylight. Your hunt would attract too much attention." " But my throat begins to burn. Do you want me to have pain?" Feliciana used her sweetest voice against her brother. "And by the way when I'm thirsty I become very bad tempered." "Yes Felix you don't want to experience that. Forests will be destroyed, bricks will be crumbled to dust and even I will be snubbed." Felix doubted. It was mid-day and, if anyone saw them ... Then they both would be executed. The thought of Feliciana's small neck that would be ripped, her arms that would be torn from her frail body and the flames that would change her into thick purple smoke and would end her life forever, was unbearable. The mere thought made his mouth fill with poison and his muscles burn with anger. Nobody was allowed to touch her. But then there was Miranda who was beheaded on the old stone floor. Even that thought let anger waves run through his whole body. "Okay, but we go with you."
"Hey guys, um, we have a little problem with our car. Could you help us." Miranda made sure her voice sounded extra seductive for the group of four boys in their late teens .. "Of course ladies, we'd like to be your lifesaver." Replied one of them. "Follow us." They followed Feliciana and Miranda like puppies. "Is your car in this alley?" "Yes, my friend is a very bad driver." Replied Feliciana. "Um, what are they doing there?" Asked one of them suspicious and jealous, and he pointed at the two handsome men - Felix and Demetri-. Feliciana smiled sweetly, with each hand she grabbed a boy by the collar of his shirt, and threw the two idiots over her head. Several bones broke when they landed on the hard ground and moaning and blood already flowed. The other two men tried to escape, but Miranda stood before them in less than a second. Feliciana grabbed one of the guys at his throat and put him back with both feet on the ground, before drilling her teeth into his neck. With great gulps she drank the body empty. Carelessly she let the body fall and kicked it away, towards Felix and Demetri. On to her next prey. Which was also much too quickly undone of blood. But her thirst was satisfied and the fire in her throat was gone. Miranda was also done feeding. The bodies were placed in a pile, and Felix set them on fire. It spread a terrible stench. "Come on, let's go home." Feliciana didn't know what to think of that. Home.
With Miranda's driving style they were soon back in Volterra. "And now we go to Aro, tell him about your discovery." Feliciana growled when her brother grabbed her arm when she tried to discreetly step back to her room. While her brother escorted her to the throne room - with Miranda ofcourse there, no way that the two wouldn't be together - Feliciana had enough time to think. She was pretty sure Aro would go wild. She pushed the throne room doors open and walked in without giving anyone - especially Jane and Alec. She sighed mentally when she thought of Alec - a look. With small, elegant steps she walked to Aro, her hand outstretched. Aro took it with pleasure and was more than happy with what he saw. "Feliciana my darling, what a surprise. You have just become even more powerful. I suggest we start your training as soon as possible. Starting with tomorrow." Feliciana's heart sank to the bottom of the deepest sea as she thought of the training and the new part of her gift and the mental tiredness that she would experience. Again.
Alec's attention sharpened immediately when she came in. She gave nobody a look. While his eyes scanned her completely. Somewhere - without realizing it himself- he wanted that their eyes would connect and that they would look deep in each other's eyes . Alec's ears fixed automatically on the conversation. She had become stronger. How? She would be re-trained. Alec suspected it had something to do with her gift. By Jane's reaction had become clear what she thought of it: her fists clenched and her eyes became dark as the night. Aro was excited and extremely pleased: "Someone similarly talented will help you further develop your gift. How about Alec? Yes, Alec is a good idea. That's settled." So her gift developed. For combat training they were with Alec at the wrong address, but gift training… He had to train her. Feliciana could not prevent that her face darkened, and Alec also wanted to protest but changed his mind. If his master wanted something, there was no refusing possible and in a strange way Alec didn't want to protest. Deep down - very deep - there was the desire to be with her and this was the ideal chance.
Piqued, moody and almost stamping with her feet Feliciana walked to the throne room doors. Until her conversations with Miranda about whether or not to join the Volturi came up. In the middle of her way she stopped and she stood stock-still. They had talked about it. Feliciana knew they could stay as guests as long as they wanted, but she also knew that Aro was eager to get an answer. Without turning around - not even to look at Aro- the words came over her full lips and her beautiful, low, soft voice reached everyone's ears: " I will join the Volturi." With that, she left the throne room. She didn't know where that came from and she didn't know whether she was going to regret it. " The same counts for me, ofcourse." She heard Miranda say. Aro smiled contentedly, plans already forming inside his head.
"O God, Miranda. I can't believe that Alec will train me tomorrow. I don't know what to think of it, Miranda. My head is splitting in two. A part of me is reluctant and another part longs for him. I long for him! To Alec! I've been here two weeks, Miranda. 2 weeks! What's happening to me? I keep thinking about his touch, I can still feel it. It still gives me electric shocks. They give me chills and leave me wanting more. What now? And what have I done! We are officially a Volturi. How stupid could I be?!" Nervously she walked back and forth in her room while Miranda followed every movement from the bed where she was laying on. "If we don't like the Volturi life, we can always leave. There is no type of contract that says that we are forever stuck here until we are killed by someone or until the sun explodes and our beloved planet will be burned" Miranda tried to calm her - She succeeded partly - but then there was the obstacle on her path that she would experience tomorrow. Alec. She groaned and banged her head against the wall, until a gaping hole dominated the wall. Feliciana's hair was full of old, dirty gray dust that was once part of a wall. Miranda was in a flash beside her and wrapped her arms around Feliciana: "Don't do that, it's ruining your ink black hair and it must be done. You're even more powerful now. Don't you want to control it?" Against her will, Feliciana nodded. One thing was sure: it would certainly be a hell tomorrow.
New chapter update! I know it's been like... forever since i've updated
Somebody asked me for some Felix and Miranda action... There will be SOON, and I promise that it's gonna be spicy. Let's do this the Felix way
Sorry it took so long, but I had a lot to do like school and stuff. But the good news is that when school starts again ( I have vacation 3 ) it's my last year high school! I don't know how it's called in America, I think senior year.
So I have vacation = at least 3 or 4 new chapters of our favorite black haired vampire.
When Felix and Feliciana is done ( don't worry, it will continue for a while), i'm gonna write a new story.
Here's the idea: Edward meets the girl he loved in his human live again and Bella got dumped ;( I promise it won't be a cheesy story: " O. I love you more darling. I will dump Bella."
