Epilogue
"Bella, love, Jacob's here to see you." Edward informed me over his shoulder. It had been two weeks since my reign had began, and it had become apparent that this was no small task.
"Okay, send him in." Sighing, I sat on my throne, trying to write a speech. I looked up with a smile on my face when I heard his footsteps.
"Hello, Jacob. How's Melony?" In those two weeks, Jacob had found an italian girl named Melony, whom he imprinted on.
"She's good." The only issue was, Mel was seven. "She was reading me a cute little story yesterday." I nodded, smiling. The human world had accepted the truth without much struggle, and as of yet, we hadn't been forced into the sewers. I took that as a good sign. The vampires, however, were the big problem. They refused to quit their diet of humans. Of course, after 'influence' from Emmett, they agreed to slowly quit, but they had to be very careful that the human populace didn't notice the missing humans. Speaking of Emmett, he had been extremely successful in his plant blood experiments. He discovered that eating plant blood locked your eyes a green color until you drank blood of something else. It was a nice thought, obviously. But not exactly ground breaking realization.
"So, why are you really here?" I asked Jacob. He never just visited to say hi.
"Well, we have a bit of a problem..." He began, looking everywhere but straight on at me.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
"Erm...well, not a problem problem but a hmm this should be looked at problem..." He dodged. Now I was scared. What in the world could have him acting like this.
"Jacob, either you come out straight and say it or I will kick your butt." I threatened, and he chuckled nervously. He knew I meant in."Okay, well, we've received intelligence- ooh, I like saying that, it's all spy movie-ish."
"Jake." I insisted
"Okay. Well...there's kind of a band of vampires plotting your downfall."
"That's nothing new, Jake." I rolled my eyes.
"Erm...well, that's not what we received intelligence about. It's Marcus Volturi." My head snapped up at the name. "He's leading it."
The End
