Her family had taught her to laugh at peace. The only reason they had made their best enemy their worst ally was the fear of an even greater hatred and cause of bloodshed. For years her family trusted the Wolves to help protect them and in turn they too took up an olive branch.
And yet she wasn't able to fully say her family. Her mother had been a brave Dhampir warrior who served Count and Countess Mishukov. All the soldiers and servants of the Court were technically Mishukovs and descendants of their lineage. But all sadly had tainting in their blood from outside marriages and affairs to either humans, vampires, or arrangements with other Dhampir Elite "families". Or they were Ungifted or War Spoils from other covens. Each Coven had a distinct and debated territory they governed like a city-state, social classing, a form of small military to protect their land and 'resources', and the unspoken agreement to follow the laws that all creatures of the night were bound. To conceal from the light of humans. Count Ivan and Countess Calina, before she was murdered mysteriously, were the direct descendants to the family's original founder and oversaw the running of their micro-kingdom of 30 dhampirs and were ranked at the top. Their sons Anzor, Roman and Kotsya were trained from birth the arts of diplomacy, war and espionage. Anzor the eldest was to follow his father's rule if he were to die before his son. The odd thing about a kingdom of immortals is that it was not often someone died. And when they did it was often by means of murder and at the hand of a sibling, son or cousin who sought a crown over honor. Roman helped to oversee the military and was a gifted fighter. Being the second eldest, it was all he could scrape up to avoid being just another member of the court. Besides, Ivan complained he was too bold and blunt. He wasn't as good as Anzor when it came to kissing ass, as the girl put it. But really they knew the reason they were placed on the front lines was the hope they would die "honorably" in battle and he could be rid of them. They were too difficult to control and unpredictable. The Girl was too much like her mother, which scared him. Kotsya was not much better and followed in Roman's learning the art of killing. Although he was less likely to take up a sword and more likely to take up vials and wicked plants. While Anzor followed his father around like a puppy, lapping at his heels at any birth given praise, and Roman drilled for hours until his hands bled from the rough leather of a sword's hilt and the other soldiers were weary from long trainings, Kotsya would lock himself in the tallest tower and watch how different leaves burned over dripping candles, how the rats with twitch and turn blue from the toxins of another, and count the seconds it later took to watch dinner guests drown in their own blood, coughing and sputtering when they failed to pay taxes or if they were a member of a rivaling Coven. Only one other had shared his love for poisons and toxins, and that was a green-eyed girl who lived in their court for only a handful of years. Knowing they had an extremely slim chance of even being considered to rule gave them certain privileges in a way. They were free to do as they please as long as they followed the rules and no one got hurt. Having very little value gave them the freedom to live a more "exciting" and a large amount of breathing room. Anzor called it stupid recklessness and them just being trigger happy jackasses. The Girl was worse. On top of spitting at the Grimm Reaper (and Encouraging his younger brother's to do so as well), she seemed to have a death wish every time she spoke.
Members of the Court argued that the Girl would come next in their social ranking and is a rank all her own. Pureblood and rival to the throne, Kirya Mishukov had been the head of their soldiers, ranking behind only Count Ivan and had been the one to train Roman and Anzor before the incident. The year was fourteen seventy eight. Anzor was a hundred and five and Roman was eight, but could pass for military-age had he been human. While his own parents were too busying spoon feeding Anzor power and a destined crown, Kirya had been the one who looked after him. She taught him everything he knew and mentored him on war tactics. Kotsya had not been born yet. The few humans who knew of their existence only shook their heads when they learned the head of many dhampir militaries were women. The half-vampires saw nothing wrong with a woman warrior. Their argument had been "If women were not to be fighters, they why had nature created them to be as strong and swift as men? Why waste a fully abled body?" And so women were allowed to fight as soldiers. But the life of a soldier is not one confined to only the halls they protect. They say she was temporarily fighting another coven, but then was sent back after being found trying to hide her growing belly. Others gossip that she was sent away temporarily for having an affair with another court member. But one rumor of the Girl's origin was that the Count was the father. Only Count Ivan knew when the illegitimate child was born and ordered Kirya to get rid of it. The more he protested the infant's existence, the more people talked. Kirya grabbed her child and ran with Ivan's hounds at her heels for months. Eventually they cornered her after a bounty was placed on the defected soldier that was so big, no one could ignore it. Count Ivan wanted them both dead. He almost had to wonder if the Girl was potentially Gifted in how even as a toddler, not a single well-seasoned soldier could catch her. Or if they did, the second they turned their backs they would find nothing but empty chains or dead guards. Right when he was about to execute Kirya, the child screamed for him to stop. "Please, I will join your army. Just let my mother live," she cried. The condition was made that the girl could live, but Kirya would be banished and would need to leave the child who looked about fifteen now. "Keep my daughter safe. You are the only one I trust," Kirya whispered to Roman as she was escorted out. Years on the run had taught the Girl many skills that proved her worth to him besides just her potential Gift. Her childhood had been spent running, hiding, fighting, killing, and evading capture by any means necessary. Although her reputation was soiled by her mother and her illegitimate status of birth, she was the most fearless soldier they had. She often longed to see her mother again. All she left was a kiss on her forehead, the name Asya and a knife. The day the girl turned seven, the legal age of adulthood amongst dhampirs, Kirya returned demanding her daughter back. "Or does her father want to keep her as new guard dog?" The bounty on her head was reestablished and even though four hundred years have passed, the bounty never got big enough to our weigh a person's sense of self preservation. Although Count Ivan told everyone the accusations were false and that he was not the Asya's father, that Kirya was a bitter whore who could have slept with anyone, people began to read between the lines as he became overly defensive and hysterical. He even refused a paternity test, saying "that he didn't need some test that could be altered to prove his word was true". But not even his own wife believed him. She didn't live much longer after that. He even treated Asya like one of his foot soldiers in front of the other Dhampir families to avoid speculation and to keep the rumors contained to only his house hold.
Soldiers came next in the class rankings. An army of seventeen that had an even number of births and deaths it seemed as soldiers intermarried and their children went on to follow their parents' castes. They protected the coven from rouge invaders, other dhampir nobles who wished war, and now after last week: the Wolves.
Asya had been raised to be a soldier, like her mother. Roman trained her after her mother had been banished. Both were only two years apart. They were taught to fear the name "Volturi" as children and told if this ultimate family found them, they would all have to fight for their lives. "But why?" she would ask. "Because I say so," Ivan ordered. "But has anyone seen this Volturi?" she would as Roman as the fenced and spared. He only smiled at her and her constant questions. Although Asya had learned to not fear death, Roman always seemed to be overly protective of her. The years went by and they both grew together to be the closest of friends. She didn't have many others. The servants all resented her for 'special' treatment in her ability to ascend in her caste to be almost equal with Kotsya the youngest and even Roman the middle child. But she also felt the disdain from Count Ivan and Anzor the soon to be Count.
The first time she was allowed to make friends with anyone outside the Court had been when they came across two blonde, green-eyed strangers. They were a cheerful presence for her. They helped her in many ways before suddenly disappearing. Centuries later, when airplanes had been invented and telephone no longer were bound by their cords, Roman one day received an email from a suspicious sender. The blonde, green-eyed girl who had lived with them. In it were a set on instructions for him and Asya saying she knew how to destroy this fairytale threat "The Volturi". The message read "Do Not Open Until January 5th 2015" as the subject.
"I'm heading out on duty," Asya called as she zipped up her parka. Roman gave her a worried look as she sprinted down the hall with her unsheathed knife. It was the day after Christmas and many of the lower ranking family members had spent their Christmas guarding their Castle. She felt it was only right to due her fair share and then some when it came to protecting their family. A leader of the Wolves who resided in Slovakia, Volkov was their family name, had been staying with them for a couple days to discuss "business". The division of Dhampirs in New York suddenly had become very unstable and it had everyone concerned. "The Volturi stepped in on that one, my spies tell me," Ivan told Alwhin Volkov. "We are all dead then. Get the armory primed. Call a priest for all it's worth," Alwhin laughed.
This caught Asya attention as she walked past their door down the dark hallway. Stopping, she listened through the crack. Ivan shook his head, "I heard it just now was resolved. The Volturi are on their way back to their glass castle if they aren't already home tucked away in their coffins. I heard the Dhampirs in New York's new leader is a pacifist and is trying to form an alliance with them. Which is a shame. That boy Hadley had spunk until he lost his marbles and his second in command was raving brilliant."
"I don't understand your concern for the American divisions. They are all nothing but bastards and strays. But then again you always have been one for the underdog."
"They are the loose bolt threatening to unhinge the door of secrecy. Someone has to play nanny. Besides they make good trading partners. We showed them how to make their weapons more effective against vampires and in return they helped mass produce more in exchange for our support financially. When their now late leader was in power they even traded secrets. It is only natural to have interest in a trading partner."
Asya crouched closer listening to their conversation. Her wide eyes beamed with mischief and intrigue.
Alwhin only shook his head at his old friend's foolishness, "But if they now have ties to the Volturi, my Clan and I want nothing to do with them. Already I watched many of my sons and daughters being hunted like rabid animals purely because that blonde one threatened my children and one fought back in self-defense. Now we're are the monsters even though we have been scraping by with starving bellies, only snatching livestock and locking ourselves away every full moon while they prance the night freely. If you still wish to be allies with New York's Lost Ones, then count me out. I won't risk my family's lives on friendship."
"I seriously wish you would reconsider. We need you as our Allie to buffer against some of the other Covens in the South. As well as you need ours to guard you when the moon is partial."
"To be friends with the Volturi is to dig your own grave. If you chose to remain allies with the Lost Ones, Aro will eventually search their thoughts and find you. And when they find you, they will search every secret to your mind and find me and my pups. You have a choice Ivan. The Wolves or the Tyrants?"
Asya knew the Count would chose the Wolves. They were a huge advantage and a fragile one. They were the only dhampirs who had been able to negotiate a treaty with them and then an alliance. It was the smart thing to do.
"But what if we could convince the Volturi to be Allies as well?"
Asya was unfazed by the sound of the wooden chair being thrown against the wall. The wild roar of their enraged guest. Violence was what she had been spoon fed with.
"You are dead to me! Our Alliance is over! Your family is now on our list of foes. I know that look in your eyes and no matter what I say or do, you still will find yourselves entangled with those serpents. Enemies is the only thing I can see us being. Maybe the only way for you to see things from my perspective is to have a child of yours hunted."
Asya ducked into the room closest to them when she heard his heavy footsteps as he stormed out of the meeting room. She followed him at a distance to make sure he did not do anything rash and endanger her family. The wild look in his moonstone eyes matched those of a lunatic.
Anzor was organizing his family's planner and marking nights where they were obligated to attend various dinner parties and conferences with other Dhampir Nobles to discuss politics and their influence on the Mortal World. He had been working for hours, mind exhausted from the uneventful task. He looked up half-heartedly when Alwhin barged in before returning to annotating the planner. Being a werewolf, he wasn't known for his daintiness. They were brutish creatures. He was his Father's closest ally. He had nothing really to worry about. Alwhin Volkov would never hurt the Count's favourite and firstborn son. The one destined to take his Father's place.
The searing pain made him scream and yell in shock. Alwhin's teeth gripped tightly onto the side of his neck. The toxin and curse dripped from his canines into his blood stream. Asya sprinted when she heard Anzor scream and hand her knife ready as if it was an extension of her body. She was shocked by the rich scent of blood. Anzor's blood. As it dripped down Alwhin's chin and soaked the collar of the Chosen One.
Alwhin howled in pain as the knife stabbed him between his shoulder blades, scraping against his pulsing heart. "All I have to do is twist my wrist to the right and you are dead. Before any of us make any more rash decisions, I want you to answer one thing," she ordered hissing in his ear, "Is there a cure to the Curse of the Moon?"
Alwhin had released Anzor from his jaws when he was stabbed by the girl. He now lay on the ground moaning in agony, his hand pressed to the wound hopping to hold in as much blood as possible. He could feel the curse running through his veins. It burned. Because they still were half human, they were still at the mercy of being bitten by either vampires or werewolves. Both of their venoms affected them to a degree.
"Yes, there is a cure. The next full moon is January fifth. There is one thing that will stop him from turning into a werewolf. A silver bullet!" Alwhin laughed coldly. He laughed when blood, both his and Anzor's, gurgled from his lips as Asya jerked her wrist to server his heart. The dead wolf crumpled to the ground.
Roman ran when he smelled his brother's blood. All he found was the dead body of Alwhin and Asya kneeling on the ground pressing her parka to Anzor's neck. "Get Kotsya," she snapped urgently, "He'll fix this. He will find cure." The last part she whispered to Anzor as his eyes started to dim. His blood pressure was lowering by the second. As Roman ran, unable to process what he had just seen, she pulled one of the chairs over to prop the now limp body's legs up. He was losing too much blood.
The two boys as well as the rest of the castle ran in alarmed by the events that had taken place. Ivan immediately ran to his son's side. This was all his fault. If he hadn't angered the leader of the Wolves, this would never had happened. Kotsya slowly peeled away the bloody parka, trying not to break any of the clots. It did not look pretty. The toxin had left a spider web design of his now blackened veins. They contrasted against his now ghost white skin. With a damp cloth, he tried to wash away as much as the toxin as possible. Next he applied a powder that would speed the clotting of blood. He had been bitten where his jugular was located and each heart beat spilled more and more blood. Anzor's eyes had stopped moving and stared numbly ahead, barely conscious. His veins were on fire. The room was too hot. He tried to protest but all that came out were strangled cries for mercy. His body kept convulsing making it difficult for Kotsya to tend to the wound. "Hold him still," the younger boy ordered. Biting his lip, Roman helped hold down his older brother. The only thing that stood between him being forced to take the throne. A fate he dreaded.
"Try feeding him blood," Kotsya suggested. Asya bit her wrist without wincing as she pried Anzor's mouth open. She kept her finger wedged between his jaw so he wouldn't bite her, but rather only allowed him to swallow the blood as it dripped and pooled in his mouth. With difficulty, he swallowed as much as possible. Dhampir blood held many healing properties and could save any person from the brink of death. It was a secret they held close in fear of humans or vampires learning and hunting and farming them for their powerful immortal blood. The wound slowly began to close leaving only red, inflamed skin. The pain ebbed away as his head lobbed to the side, eyes closing.
Kotsya kept grumbling in frustration. He couldn't fix this. Vampire bites were easier to fix. Both Vampirism and the Curse of the Moon were just blood borne retroviruses that overtook their hosts by modifying their DNA. But instead of killing their hosts, they made them live longer, faster, stronger, and more deadly. Dhampirs were born with this virus and because of it, their blood contained the needed antibodies to fight it. And due to that it was easier for a dhampir to heal from a vampire bite, although it was still agonizing and slow. Dhampirs had no biological immunity to lycanthropy. And now Anzor was infected. There was nothing any of them could do but wait.
A fever began to boil, his body's immune system revving to full capacity. Sweat dripped as the convulsions slowed. There was nothing they could do. The fever only got worse each day. As it neared the full moon, his muscled rippled constantly signifying his first shift was coming.
There was nothing they could do. Count Ivan feared for his family. War was now declared. His successor would be soon worse than dead. He would be cursed by the moon. He had Roman begin modifying one of the prison cells below the castle. Making it strong enough to hold the Beast Anzor would become. Ivan kept trying to convince himself that Anzor would live and could live.
Their family was attacked again. The Volkovs seeking retribution for the loss of their leader. They lost two soldiers, but Asya was able to kill ten of their now enemies weakened by the human form. "War is now our reality," Ivan told her, "Get Roman and Kotsya."
The three of them met their father as he explained the new terms of the war they faced. They were to exterminate every wolf possible. To go to Alwhin's home and kill them at the source. A hunt was a foot. Bowing before the Count, they left solemnly as they went to load up their gear.
The world was a cold hell as they traveled south. January was a frigid bitch. The first night on their new campaign they slept shortly in shifts with the Moon's Children often attacking. Eventually they made their way into his territory. Alwhin's children and wife went quick. This wasn't her or Roman's first assassination of 'royalty'. Most of the time it was dhampir and even human nobles who got too bold and became a problem for their family. Sadly three of his guards escaped running south west towards the Alps. They left the castle burning with the bodies inside.
"Sleep," Roman ordered Asya, who had not slept once that week. She was a restless mess. But then again Roman wasn't much better. Asya was crushed by the guilt of not acting fast enough. Had she known this would happen, she would have not let Alwhin enter the room Anzor was in. She failed as a soldier to protect her family. Roman was scared of the future. Anzor was now unfit to rule. His blood was vile mess. Although it had not been said, Roman was now heir to the throne. A responsibility he feared and loathed. Tomorrow was the fifth of January. He had brought his phone and on it was the still unread message of Moira's. Maybe it would tell him what his destiny would be and if there was a way to save his older brother. It was also the night of the full moon. Their foes would be ten times stronger in their wolf form. They would need to be extra careful. He couldn't let anything happen to his little brother and especially not to Asya. Her hair lay in a wavy mess as she took it out of her bun. She often mindlessly bit her bottom lip as she stared off into the distance, the gears spinning in her intelligent grey eyes. The same colour as soft stone on the bottom of a raging river. He turned his eyes away when she noticed him staring. "I'm fine," she smiled, "Really. Go get some sleep with Kotsya. I can't have you snoozing tomorrow. It's going to be one hell of a day." Keep my daughter safe. The way her eyes laughed with her smile.
They tracked the first of the three wolves to the Swiss-Italian Alps. Happy for their climbing gear, they were able to scale them quickly. The only thing that hindered them was the thinning air. Their lunges were sturdier than humans, but they had to be very careful and watch their breathing, keeping it controlled as possible. The area was riddled with crevasses and rocky cliffs that without their snow goggles, they would have wandered right off. The thin ice crunched and cracked, often breaking leaving the other two to quickly grab the other as a leg fell through. Soon they spotted the cave where the wolf must be hiding. Roman drew his sword and Kotsya cocked his pistol. Asya always had her knife in her left hand. They could hear the wind picking up outside. A storm was predicted for the next couple days.
They came to a fork in the cave. "Spilt up?" Kotsya asked. "NO. We stay together," Roman ordered. Nothing good came from splitting up. They could soon smell the dirty musk of the wolf. The panting from its muzzle. The blood of a freshly killed deer. They heard a loud growl behind them as they turned to see the wolf run out of the cave from the other fork. Kotsya fired clipping it in the thigh. A blood trail will be easier to follow. The sprinted chasing after their predatory prey.
"Wait," Asya warned, "I smell something." They stopped sniffing the air. Vampires. Two of them. "You flank that way and check it out. Kotsya and I will chase the wolf," Roman nodded. For all he feared being the next Count, Asya thought he was a strong leader. Taking control of any situation. The boys chased after the wolves as she crept to hunt the vampires.
The two vampires were dressed in grey, black and red. Their clothes a high quality that belonged on a runway, not the rugged mountains. Fools, she shook her head. One was a blonde girl, another a boy with medium brown hair. Then an odd black smoky cloud covered them, shielding her vision from them. Crouching low she watched the cloud part as the girl stood taller trying to look out from the crater they cowered in. Blondie said something she didn't catch. Asya laughed as the vampire ducked at the sound of gunshots. The howl of the wolf signified Kotsya had been successful. The brunette whispered something quietly. He yelled again as the blonde vampire ran into the storm towards where Roman and Kotsya were hunting the wolf. Her funeral, Asya scoffed. Asya chased after her, arching her path to stay out of view of the vampire strangers. "There's still one more in the hole," she told Kotsya who took her place monitoring the vampires. "Well, shit," Roman swore as the vampire that was struggling to see and blindly barreled towards the wolf, which now could barely walk. Two of the shots had shattered bones. The wolf was now distracted on new prey. Roman paused then he heard the wolf shriek in pain, crumpling. Roman ran after it. The beast now had it back to him. Roman raised his sword and smiled at the feeling of the blade coming in contact with flesh, its spine severed from its neck as the head fell to the snow. He had forgotten about the altitude change and was slightly winded. The monitor on his wrist read about four thousand metres. He cursed the thin oxygen as he took a moment to catch his breath and stop his head from spinning.
Slowly he stood facing the vampire girl. He aimed his bloodied sword at her as a warning, "Who are you? What are you doing here?" He had never seen her before. She didn't answer. He pressed his sword to her throat, the blood of the werewolf was like acid to her skin. "Answer me," he said calmly. The girl screamed at him, "ѺѶҵѩҋҥѵѢ! ᶂᶓᵡᶈᶆѩѢáҋ English!" she held her hands in surrender. She looked around confused before staring him dead in the eye.
Kotsya crept slowly, eyeing the brunette vampire. He quietly changed the magazine to his pistol from the silver bullets to the bullets laced with wolf toxin and other nasty chemicals that rotted the flesh of a vampire on contact. The vampire raised his hand as the odd mist around him rose too. Not trusting it, Kotsya stepped into the snow crater and pressed the gun against his back. "Do not turn around. Step slowly out of the hole with your hands over your head," Kotsya warned then the vampire tried to look behind him. The vampire obediently marched forward towards where Roman was keeping the blonde girl. Asya appeared from the snow and started collecting the teeth of the wolf, with would be used to make more bullets and the blood which was what they filled the bullets with and worked as a key poison against vampires.
She only stopped when she heard a pinging sound. Like an electronic device. Turning around, she found the vampire boy fiddling with a metal thing in his pocket, which was making the ringing sound. She stopped his hand from moving by stabbing her knife through it, nailing it to his thigh as he hissed in pain in shock. "I can hear the cell phone! Just what are you trying to accomplish, bitch?" She hissed in his ear. Calling for help? How silly. He had to know they would hear the dial tone. She pulled the phone out of his pocket and smashed it with her boots. She needed to see the contents and check for bugs or explosives. It was clean. She threw the debris as far as possible in case it was a detonation device. Growing up during many World Wars and even the Cold War had taught her to inspect everything at least twice and anything can be tapped or used to kill someone if you really put your mind to it. Just who were they anyway? Spies? She knew some of the covens had vampires as spies. They had an emblem on their jackets that was a coat of arms she didn't recognize. They were not allies. She lifted his hand away from his body and just to be certain they weren't spies, she went through the boys pockets and patted him down for weapons. She laughed when he got all embarrassed and self-conscious as she touched his thighs and chest. How adorable.
She signaled to have Kotsya hold him steady as she ran back to search their bags. She quickly dumped everything out. None of them spoke in case they were being recorded or filmed. All she found were clothes with empty pockets. She smashed and searched the GPS that wasn't even charged. No bugs. She searched the books to see if there were secret messages or other information. Next they went through their wallets. Both had several hundred dollars in several types of currency from the United States, Canada, Pounds, and Euros. Their driver's licenses said they were Jane and Alexander Vur. Both eighteen and with the same birthday. She didn't trust that. They both looked twelve and it was sloppy to put the same birthdate on multiple fake ID's. Looking closely the ID's were indeed fake and poorly homemade. The vampire growled something at her.
"Everything is clean. No bugs or tracking devices," She told Roman, "But I found this."
She held up the map that had been written all over it. It was a map of the many families, most of which they were enemies of. This nearly confirmed they were not to be trusted. Vampires should not have this much knowledge of dhampir affairs. Both Kotsya and Roman relaxed learning the vampires were no immediate threat. "Where did you find this?" Roman asked the blonde girl. The girl still seemed unable to understand him. His English was rusty and he had not spoken it since the nineteen-eighties. Barely anyone he talked to spoke it. Occasionally he watched a movie or television show in English. English and other languages were what his father and Anzor specialized in. Taking a deep breath, he tried to communicate, "Weh. Find. Dis?"
"Ѷҋѩᶓ£á Δ£Øµ§ English?" the girl asked. The boy murmured something as well before loudly saying, "Gen-er-al-Grigs-by-of-New-York."
"New York?" he tried to ask, "America?"
"America?" Asya gasped confused.
They were allies with the vampires in New York. He took off his goggles to get a closer look at the map. He winced as the ice blew into his eyes. He tried to think how he would get his point across with as little words as possible. Searching the map he found their family's territory. "Mishukov," he pointed as the nodded along. He pointed to himself and the others. They seemed to understand.
"Jane Volturi. Alec Volturi," the girl said. Volturi? The name they were told to fear and loath? Instinct took over as he tackled her to the snow. They needed to kill them now! "Volturi? How know of us?" He growled. It must not be a coincidence they were here. Their family was in the middle of a war.
The girl Jane talked too fast for him to understand. Something about New York and peace. The idea that these people were peaceful made Asya double over in laughter. She had heard the horror stories of them slaughtering entire covens. Kotsya cocked his pistol ready to kill the one called Alec. The Volturi bickered back and forth about something before they heard the name Sewick. This was the name of their allies that had lived with them before traveling back west and eventually ending up in New York. They had visited hundreds of years ago. Roman held up his hand for them to pause. Something about a debt.
Then it clicked in Roman's mind. He and Asya promised Moira Sewick a favor in exchange for a favor she had helped them with long ago. Something only those two, Moira, and Moira's brother knew about. "Sewicks?" he asked, "Know Sewicks?" His arm faltered as he lowered the sword a couple inches. How did they know them? The Sewicks hated the Volturi and part of the reason they were allies was that they claimed they had a master plan to destroy the Volturi. "I don't know? Do you?" she asked slow enough for him to understand her. "Owe debt to Sewicks," he spat out. "Well maybe your debt is that you don't kill us? Please?" she spoke clearer. That made no sense. Why would Moira want them alive? Then he remembered his phone. He had a picture of Moira, her brother Fawkes, Fawkes' girlfriend, and one of the New York dhampirs. It was an old photo that had originally been a black and white photo that had been scanned and sent over email, but none of them could have aged any way except the small dark haired boy. The time stamp said 1938. He had to make sure they were talking about the same people. He showed her the same photo. "Moira and Donovan O'Malley?" she asked.
He had never heard the name Donovan nor O'Malley. They must have changed their names when they moved to America. Smart Move. He confirmed that they were the same people. He scrolled through the email he was supposed to read, humming to calm his nerves.
"If you are reading this then you have been selected as part of Alliance of the Night and the plot to destroy our common enemy. The Leaders of the Volturi. Caius and Aro as well as anyone who stands in our way. This is known as Operation MADness.
I have spent years searching the future and I came up with these potential paths:
If you are reading this and the two Volturi twins are with a young dark haired boy, Fawkes, and a pale haired girl, you will house them at your Castle and offer them aide and tell no one of their existence…"
He stopped reading since they seemed to be alone.
"B. If the twins are with the Volturi and the Guard, you will kill them immediately. They will have just murdered the entire Division of North America and are coming to kill the Eastern Covens…" He stopped reading since that was not an option either.
"C. If they are alone. You will assist them on their quest to hunt the Immortal Children. You will remain allies with the Twins. Only they will come to our side and will eventually disband from the Guard. But do not kill them whatever you do. Anzor dies and Roman becomes…" He stopped reading again. He would worry about the rest later. He looked up at his family and new friends.
"They are telling the truth. He must by be going by the name Donovan O'Malley now. Lower your weapons, but still be careful. Moira left us instructions not to kill them and to help them on their journey. So stop hurting them. Yes, I'm looking at you, girl," Roman ordered the other's giving Asya a pointed look.
He looked at the red line they were supposed to follow and helped Jane out of the snow. "Come. I take you one journey," he announced happy they now had more allies and useful ones at that. He wrapped his arm around her as they made their way through the blizzard. Things were about to get very interesting.