Smúr
I found, Jane's body to be a strange place to be in. I was not sure if entering her, like I do when I am with Felicity would mean that she had been saved from death. Jane had been unable to shatter as a result of me being inside of her. I kept Jane from being physically harmed. But she was weak, mentally.
"Why hasn't she shattered?" Connah's worried voice slashed through the cold, deafening silence. I kept my eyes, Jane's eyes, closed to keep up an act of deception. Connah was pacing up and down the width of the room frantically. She stopped for a moment. "Luke is she dead?" she asked harshly.
Luke too seemed confused. "I, I don't know Connah." The couch which he had been sitting on groaned as he lifted his weight off of it. "She didn't shatter."
"I can see that, Luke." Connah almost screamed. "Why?"
"I don't know, her body just tensed up and I couldn't crush it." Luke began to pace fast around the kitchen area where the vase I had been put in had fallen and smashed. "Where, is she?" there was shuffling feet from Connah as she moved closer to Luke and the silver, jagged pieces that were strewn over the floor.
"Where is who?" She asked quietly. I knew that she was confused.
"Anya, where has she gone?" Luke yelled. I heard Connah run and stand beside Luke. There was a frustrated yell. "Everything is going wrong!" Luke yelled. Connah moaned.
"Don't tell me that, Luke." Connah sneered. "Do you realise what is going to happen to us if the Volturi catch us? We NEED that Silver." The sofa that lay a metre in front of the kitchen island groaned as the springs in the seat adjusted to Connah's weight. "They're going to kill us." She whispered quietly.
I breathed a quick sigh of relief in my head. Connah really had been naive to think nothing was going to happen if they stole Jane away from her family. She had nowhere to run. She had no Plan B. Luke still sounded like he was searching the tiny flat for me. After a while he stopped, angry.
"She cannot have gone too far. I didn't let her out of the room." He muttered.
Connah stood from the couch. "If she's more powerful than your Silver she can do anything she wants. Go anywhere she wants." She said, adding the last comment on the end did not seem to help Luke and his fastening furious mood. Connah snarled quietly. "Loosen all of her ties, Luke. I want the Volturi to think that Jane is dead.
"But how will loosening,"
"No, break them." Connah quickly interrupted.
"You want me to make them dead to her?" Luke asked quickly, slightly confused. "But if we ever meet them then Jane won't know who they are. She will have forgotten."
"That is not our problem, is it Luke?" Connah growled back. "Tear her relationship with everyone away so Marcus is mistaken into thinking she is dead, every word she ever spoke to that tracker so he can never find her." Connah's foot kicked painfully into Jane's right side. "We can keep up an illusion better than living a real life with consequences. You should know that, Luke."
Aro's point of view
I refuse to believe Jane is dead. She may look small and fragile but she is the toughest vampire I have ever seen. If anything bad happens to her she will just let it roll off her shoulder. Alec means everything to her. She would never die, knowing she didn't get to talk to her brother one last time.
When I told the guard and explained Marcus had lost all feeling in her relationship with all of us, well, they were just words right? I didn't actually have to mean them, because I didn't. Alec believes just as much as I do that she's alive. I do not care that Marcus can't feel her or Demetri can't remember her voice to try and track her down. That lemprenichist is trying to mess with our minds. Too much.
I sat down with my back against the wall. Thinking. Jane was not dead. That was a fact. It had to be. Jane was somewhere in New York and we were in Chicago, following Alec and Felicity to her friend's apartment. I knew he despised our company, Cabhan. He would just have to live with it a little longer.
If I was to act on all impulse then my guard and I, Caius as well, would be on a plane to New York City. I was not acting out on a limb however. I am not one for wild goose chases. After a moment's thought I stood up, my guard automatically matching my action. I walked to where Felicity's friend sat; half a room away.
He looked up at me as I approached. His face showed deep hatred. I could not blame him. Vampires have that affect. "What do you want?" He growled, eyebrows frowning.
I smiled quickly trying to somehow positively reassure him I wouldn't kill him. "Can you track?" I asked quickly.
He shook his head and lowered it again. "No, I cannot. Fey could," He looked to Felicity who was sitting on his right. "But I can't."
I raised my eyebrows at his appalling manners as I turned to address Felicity. "Then can you find Jane?" I asked her quickly, I heard the guard tense behind me. Felicity looked at me strangely.
"You told me she was dead." Felicity accused.
"I know I said that because Marcus said that but I am inclined to believe otherwise. Now, can you track her, please?" I asked solemnly, watching her.
"No," She replied. "I need Silver to track." I sighed and turned away. "But," She quickly called out, "if I had some smúr I might be able too." I turned around to see her looking at Cabhan. "Please?" She whispered to him.
I looked at Cabhan expectantly. I knew what smúr was, it was like ash but with special properties that made it different. A lemprenichist could only make it from the ashes of vampires, or werewolves etc.
"I had gathered it was frowned upon to have a substance like that." I asked Felicity. "You know, since lemprenichists are all for kindness and peace or whatever." I added, mentally knowing that it would never happen.
"Well, then be thankful that Cabhan has some then." She smiled, annoyed at my comment. Cabhan sighed.
"Only a tiny bit, Fey." He warned her.
She nodded. "I only need a little bit to find Anya."
I shook my head. "We are finding Jane." I said.
Felicity looked at me. "We find Anya, we find Jane. If Jane isn't dead, like you seem to think then Luke will have severed her ties with you, brutally. That means that Anya is with Jane, because Luke will not have broken her ties unless he couldn't kill her." She turned a little to accept a handful of smúr from Cabhan. "Make sense?" She asked.
I snarled. "We find Anya, we find Jane?" I asked. Felicity grinned.
"I'm glad we're on the same page." She held her hand out with the smúr. "Hold your breath."
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