A.N.: Haha, I'm excited.
No idea why but when the plot becomes intense this way, it causes me to be giddy. (:
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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I felt Edward's protective grasp become more dominant around me as the figure behind us moved in closer. A low growl escaped from Edward's pursed lips. Clenching his teeth, he turned around, meeting Aro's gaze. He cradled me tight to his chest. I kept my eyes on Edward's expressionless face, too frightened to dare peek a glance at Aro.
No one spoke for what seemed to be a lifetime. Edward continued his long and endless stare with Aro. I had a feeling it could have stretched longer if Aro hadn't decided to say something.
"Why, Edward, dear pal. You know what has to be done." he spoke with a sly edge to his voice. Though I was still too sheepish to look at Aro, he sounded even more demeaning than the last time I had met him.
Edward only growled in response, tightening his grasp on my body. Edward's growl was apparenly amusing because I heard a disturbing chuckle coming from the lead of the Volturi. He continued his laugh for a moment longer and instantly grew serious. I had assumed that his laughing had stopped only because he was planning to say something. When he didn't, I finally built up the courage to sneak a quick glance at him, which I instantly regretted. His pupils were fierce and somewhat demanding. They were overwhelmed in a blood red, which symbolized the vampiric lifestyle he had chosen. Quickly noticing my eyes on him, he met my gaze, smiling with confidence at me. But his smile quickly faded and he began to move closer towards us. Edward flinched backward and began to slowly back away from Aro's pressence. He snarled at Aro, with hate in his black eyes.
Aro shook his head with absent laughter. "Oh, you know you won't be able to save her." he teased menacingly with a smirk. I glared at him, instantly understanding the hate that was clear in Edward's eyes. "But I hope you can understand," he continued with mere affection. "I wouldn't want this mere incident to ruin such a great friendship." he coaxed, continuing to move forward.
In an attempt to move farther away from Aro, Edward had strayed farther from the house, now closer to the woods only beyond the pleasant Cullen house.
"There is no friend ship between us, Aro. There never will be," Edward challened, his teeth gritting together, hands trembling, in lack of self control. But I really had no time to be scared for Edward. Or to be scared of Edward, for that matter. I was too horrified of Aro.
Aro just smirked. I shook my head, bringing my gaze back to Edward to see his response. His eyes suddenly grew wide with a jerk farther away from Aro. I stared at him in question. He began to stalk backward as his running began. But he didn't get farther than a few feet before I heard menacing laughter surrounding us. Dark objects flung themselves at Edward and I as we rushed through the woods. He was throwing them off of his back, screaming in anogy from an unknown pain; while keeping one protective hand swooned around me. Three figures emerged from the darkness behind, lunging at Edward with fierce snarls. "Edward," I warned quickly with panic. But he just kissed my forehead, with lack of assurance and then before I knew it, we had crashed into the hard woods floor, causing me into a deep unconcious sleep.
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The room I awoke in was quite disturbing. My face was pressed against the stone floor, that was covered in blood red silk rugs. As I attempted to stand up, I noticed I was chained to a stone wall. I looked around the room, with confusion. The cieling had to be more than thirty feet high. There were weapons resting in a decorative position on the wall everywhere you turned. From old age items like swords to more recent things like guns, knives and chainsaws. I shuddered at the dark envirement surrounding me. The room was only lit by vague candles surrouding the perimeter of the strange room.
I swallowed hard and inched myself backward against the wall. Before me was a spell book, open to a strange page. Laying in front of the peculiar spell book was an urn of some type, obtaining strange ingredients. Though I wasn't familiar with anything wiccan related, it looked as if a potion was being created.
Lingering my attention from the spell book and potion type mixing was a dark haired and pale faced woman who walked into the room, wearing a cloak on her back. She reminded me much of Jane, a Volturi guard. Her characteristics were somewhat similar though she looked different. For instance, I could tell by one glance at her that she wasn't a vampire. Her skin, though pale; was not white enough and she was not incredibly gorgeous as all vampires were. She strode across the room, with an eerie amount of confidence. She took a cross-legged seat across from me, the spell book and mixing parting between us. She smirked at me, quite aware of my ignorance. I stared at her with confusion but she just stared back with the same aggrivating smirk centered on her face.
Suddenly another person entered the room, this time.. a very, very familiar one.. Jacob Black.
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I'm sorry. But I couldn't resist! I'm so mean, huh? Lol.
-Midnight Ambivalence.
More coming soon. (;