The Dark, The Dangerous, and The Lovely: Chapter 10
After the rest of our coven left, Riley, Masen, Caspar, Isadora, Ariadne, and I backtracked indoors. We had a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs at 6 p.m, courtesy of Riley and Ariadne, who were the best cooks. The rest of us talked about what would happen over the next few days. Of course, we had a backup plan. If Aro failed to believe Alice and her vision, then one, the wolf pack would be dispatched to this house immediately. After that we would return to the Cullen house under full protection, and after that...well, Carlisle was still working on that one. That kind of uncertainty scared me but I know the Cullens would do whatever it took to help us.
When dinner was cleaned up and after everyone had pitched in to tidy our house, we decided to make ice cream sundaes. Riley and Masen scooped, I got the cones, waffle bowls and regular bowls ready, Caspar melted some chocolate and caramel, Ariadne got about a dozen different toppings and Isadora cut up some fruit. "Man, this is gonna be good!" Caspar exclaimed, grinning with the rest of the boys. "What flavors do we have?," I asked Ariadne. "Chocolate, vanilla, mint, coffee, and raspberry," she replied, setting out some cherries. I felt like our little party helped to lighten the mood. While we were eating we watched our favorite movies from when we were kids. Who knows? This might be the last time we actually get to be normal kids, if we are turned immortal. This crossed my mind and I blurted it out randomly over everyone's second bowls of ice cream.
"So are we getting turned or what?" I asked, and everyone turned to me in silence. Ariadne sighed. "Well I kind of want to," she told me, "All my life I've loved being apart of this family, and we've just been through so much together...I can't just give it up now." I could tell she almost had tears in her eyes. Ariadne was one of the few that, when we were first found by the Cullens, remembered something more than her name. She came from an abusive household as a child, specifically an abusive father who hurt both her mother and her on a daily basis. She told me her mom was very aloof to it all. She even had a long scar on her arm from one day when her father pushed her into a table and cut open her arm. She was only 5, and her mom had to practically beg her father to let her call 911. Caspar squeezed her hand, saying, "I'll go wherever she goes." I turned to Issie and Masen. "Would I have to give it up?" she asked Masen. I knew she was talking about dance. "Just for the first few years when we're thirsty. Then afterward, just tone it down in class so you're not the best." Isadora smiled at her boyfriend and said, "then I'm in." Masen nodded, as did Riley. "Well then, I guess that's official," I noted. "We will be immortal, but not with the Volturi." "Since we're on the issue of vampires, what are we going to do when we do have gifts and the Volturi finds out we lied?" Masen asked. Isadora shot him a worried look. "Maybe the Moscow coven will take care of 'em?" Caspar suggested, in attempt to lighten the mood. "What if we have to have a showdown like with Nessie?" I asked in horror. "We'd be okay. If our gifts are as good as they say they'll be, I'm sure we would stand a chance." Riley reminded me.
I closed my eyes and tried to erase the negative images. After we were done watching movies and hanging out, we retreated back to our rooms. Riley kissed me goodnight and went to his room across the hall but Issie and I hung out in my room until about 11:30 p.m. We were looking through the outfits Alice brought us. Isadora definitely caught on to Alice's sense of fashion. "I love this one!" Isadora exclaimed holding up a light blue sweater, black jeans, black boots and crystally blue earrings. "You should wear it tomorrow." I told her, and pawed through my own stash of clothes. "So when do you think we'll be turned?" she asked me, examining a yellow and pink floaty dress. "I think we'll all be 17," I told her. She nodded and turned to pull her curly brown hair into a bun. "Well, it's getting late, so i'm going to go," she said with a yawn. "Are you sleeping with Masen tonight?" I asked her, knowing that sometimes she preferred it that way for protection. "Nah," she answed, "He's already asleep so I'm not going to wake him." "Night Is," I told her. "Bonsoir Tolla," she replied and pranced out the door.
I changed into some boxer-style shorts and a tank top for bed, and climbed under the covers gratefully, where I quickly fell asleep. My dreams were beautiful at first, full of adventures with my siblings, having fun with Riley, and hugging Rosalie. Then something changed in my head, and the dreams disappeared. I had a strange desire to get out of bed.
In my bare feet I decided to go downstairs. The grandfather clock told me I had been asleep for 3 hours. It was 3:00 a.m. After getting some water I decided that I was very warm. Maybe it was just the fireplace dying in the living room, but I suddenly had an urge to go outside, especially when sweat started to form on my forehead, dampening my hair which hung loose. I bolted outside as the heat became too much. How were my siblings standing it? The cool nighttime air on the porch felt amazing. I longed to go further, into the forest beyond the the ocean. Wait, what? I asked myself. What was wrong with me? I knew I shouldn't go to the ocean let alone go into the forest but it was like I had to go, or I would die. I slowly started walking into the forest, even though my mind was screaming for me not to.
My brain had turned off and I suddenly felt helpless as if I couldn't control what I was doing. But there was a part of me that told me I should go, and that part was winning. I've never experienced such a strong desire to do something in my life, even though I knew it was wrong. The half of my brain that wanted me to do the right thing was losing, and I was scared. I couldn't control myself and had walked a good 1/8 mile. I wanted to scream for help but the part of me that wanted to continue walking shushed it. So I walked on, silently until I spotted a figure in the distance. Maybe he could help me! I thought to myself, even though my feet still carried on walking. As I approached, I could tell I didn't want to go to the ocean anymore- I was looking for him all along. When I took in his face, a part of me shattered. It was a face that I hoped I would never have to come across again. Tall, with sleek curly dark hair and blood red irises. This was Matteo, and I couldn't stop myself as I took the hand he extended toward me.
I know...I'm evil! I will try an update the next chapter as soon as possible. For those who didn't know, Matteo was the Volturi vampire who wiped the majority of the human's memories before they were with the Cullens. I think I may have mentioned that earlier. Anyway, thanks for the support, more drama coming soon!