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Chapter 14: The Volturi

Adam POV

I watched the leech in front of me greet the woman that was working behind a counter. She was human, her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were a warm brown. She bowed her head when he walked by and stuttered something that I didn't understand. He said something in italian that made her blush and I was disturbed by her worshipping manner.

"She's human," way to state the obvious Isabella.

"Yes," the leech said airily, "she wants to be converted, so she'll works until her reward comes."

"And when will that be," his smile became predatory.

"Soon, maybe," he watched a group of tourists being lead past us.

"Make sure to save me some young ones," I growled and clenched my newly reattached hand.

"Calm down," Alice said placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't," I growled shaking her hand off.

Her face showed her hurt, but I stomped my way to the front and placed a heavy hand on the creepy leech's shoulder. He stopped and everyone looked at me in shock. Turning to me, his red eyes gleamed with amusement and a small amount of anger. He waited for me to speak, and so I did with my voice straining to become calm.

"You will not harm those people. If I find them to be injured, I will tear this place to the ground," his eyes narrowed as my grip stayed firm.

"Why should I concern myself with the opinions and lives of cattle," he tried to brush my hand off, but I refused to let him go.

"You will," I said curtly.

Suddenly, a black fog blocked out my sight. I couldn't hear any sounds, not even my own breathing. I no longer felt the shoulder that my hand was on, but when I squeezed my hand, I felt resistance. Putting a large amount of force into my grip, I got my vision and hearing back. The short leech was on the ground clutching his shoulder in pain, and I was being restrained by Alice, Edward, and some unknown blood sucker.

"I feel that that was sufficient enough to get my point across," I said shaking off the vampires.

He didn't meet my glare and was helped to his feet by the unknown vampire. His arm was hanging limply from his shoulder socket and his face was in obvious pain. We continued to wherever we were being lead, but now I was given a wide berth. More red-eyed vampires joined our group and circled around me to contain me. I saw the worried gaze of Alice, but Edward was too busy whispering into the ear of a shaking Isabella.

"We're here," the brown haired leech said through gritted teeth.

The large, ornate doors creaked open and we walked into a large pillared room. At the far end were three thrones that had differing patterns. The vaulted dome roof had gold inlays that outlined mosaic scenes. The vampires that sat on the thrones were strange and different from each other, however they were all sitting in a regal poses.

The one sitting on the left was a young man who looked to be around twenty. He had black shoulder length hair that flowed with some tangled areas. His red eyes were murky and his skin looked paper thin. His entire demeanor was of uncaring; the slouch of his shoulders, the sleepy look on his young face, and the aura of exhaustion that surrounded him.

The vampire directly next to him, in the middle throne, was similar in the aspect of appearance. He has a similar build to the first vampire, lean and fit. His black hair was longer and straighter and his skin was the same pale translucence and his eyes were murky red. What made me unnerved about him was his twitching fingers. His need for sporadic movement and his deranged grin set off alarms in my head.

The final vampire king was the strangest. He was in his late forties in appearance and his unclouded red eyes gleamed with a thirst for power. His straw blonde hair that was slicked back, blended with his pale skin perfectly. His frame was more slender than the other two, but made up the difference by being more rigid and cruel with his leer at Isabella and myself.

"It seems that they had some trouble on the way here," the vampire on the middle throne said whimsically.

I saw a young girl run up to the injured leech and begin talking with a rapid, annoying voice. She looked like a doll with her pale and gentle face. She was shorter than Alice and had heavily styled hair. Her snarl ruined the innocent appearance, then she glared at me with hate and I noticed that her features were similar to injured vampire that she was standing over. They must be related.

"Alec, come here," the blonde king asked.

He walked over with his relative helping him to stand next to the throne, and he bent over to whisper into the ear of the king. I didn't care what was going on but my body was ready for a fight.

clap clap "I am so glad that you have decided to remain with us," the middle one said laughing slightly.

"Thank you, Aro," Edward said standing in front of Isabella.

"No need for that. You have such an amazing gift," his childish manner made me nervous. A crazy person was dangerous, a crazy vampire more so.

"So this is the girl that you were so distressed over. The one who can block you out entirely," he hopped off his throne and walked over to our group.

Edward blocked her completely from view and put his foot forward. The young girl was standing on the platform and she narrowed her eyes dangerously. Edward collapsed on the marble floor, writhing in pain. Isabella ran over to his side and started crying.

"Please stop, I'll do what you want! Just please stop," she pleaded and the newly named Aro, laughed with a high pitched voice that made me wince.

"Most fascinating," his eyes were now wide and his black cloak swirled around him.

He raised a hand to stop the torture then took Isabella's hand and gently held it. After a few seconds, he let out another disturbing laugh that made me want to wring his neck.

"I can't see anything," at his words the gallery above our heads, that I hadn't noticed, let out gasps of shock.

He giggled with amusement. Aro gestured towards the small girl to step forward. She did so reluctantly and kept her gaze focused on me. She stopped right next to Aro and waited for his command. He pointed at Isabella and said, "You try."

At this point, I tried to step forward but felt the iron tight grip of Alice on my arm, stopping me. I looked back at her and saw that she was afraid. I suppressed the urge to comfort her and returned my focus back to the little vampire.

Her eyes were narrowed and her nose was scrunched in concentration. After straining herself for ten seconds with no results, she let out a sigh.

"I can't do anything," her voice showed her disappointment that she couldn't cause pain to another living creature.

"Most interesting," Aro commented.

"She knows too much. We should kill her and be done with it," the blonde vampire sneered.

"Now, now. Let's not be too hasty. She can resist my powers and even Jane's," Aro said, calming him.

"A gift such as her's should be used. I vote for conversion."

Immediately, Edwards voice cried its refusal. A burly vampire stepped away from my group and flipped Edward onto his back and held him down by his throat. Before anyone could say anything else, Alice stepped out from behind me.

"She will become one of us. I saw it," she stretched out her hand and Aro took it like he did with Isabella.

"So she shall," he said in joy.

"We should just-" the blonde was interrupted.

"Caius, stop your thirst for blood," the dry voice of the unenthusiastic third king spoke.

"I will not be told what to do by a person who-"

"Enough," Aro demanded, being serious for the first time.

"I have seen through darling Alice that Miss Swan will be turned. This will not be questioned," his voice shifted again as he gazed at me.

"And what of our other guest," he said wanting me to introduce myself.

Squaring my shoulders and looking directly into his murky red eyes, I said, "I will not be intimidated by you leeches."

His eyes danced with a mad light and his smile tighten a fraction of an inch. The uncaring king simple sighed and put a hand to his forehead. The blonde, Caius, stood up and voiced his rage at my disrespect to the Volturi. Aro looked over at the girl and she gave me a predatory smile before focusing on me.

My body felt like it was been stabbed and having my insides pulled out. I let out a grunt of pain but otherwise remained silent. I wasn't going to give this sadistic leech what she wanted. Not getting the results she wanted, she upped the power and my shoulders began to tremble involuntarily. Aro looked at her to stop and then asked me for my name.

Ignoring him, I threw a snide look at Jane-leech, "Is that the best that you've got. I've felt mosquito bites that were more painful."

She nashed her teeth and sent another wave of her power at me. She ignored Aro's commands and put more force on me. I stoically stood and let her try to bring me to my knees. Giving up, she lunged at me with her sharp nails outstretched. I held up my left hand and watching in satisfaction as she struck my metal limb.

I wrapped my fingers around her wrist and jerked her closer to me. I threw a punch into her angelic face and watched her get blown back. The gallery gasped and I turned to where she had landed.

"Enough Jane," he commanded when she got to her feet, her nose had hairline cracks around it.

"Yes little leech, listen to your master and stay down. This is for grown ups," I mocked before turning my attention to Aro.

"I am the one who should not be. I am the one that you tried to slaughter as a child," his eyes widened.

"I am the last Bear of the Berserker clans. I am Chief Adam Orthro Bjørnir! I have come, you blood sucking monsters, to claim the blood debt that is owned," I finished bellowing my statement to the court.

Immediately, everyone broke out into conversation. It seems that many had heard of the berserker clans and what had happened to them. Aro stopped smiling and he looked at me with cold, calculating eyes. Marcus sat up straighter, appraising me with an intrigued look.

"We must kill him," Caius called out silencing everyone.

"I came here originally to stop an idiot from dying, any who try to stop me from leaving, will be destroyed," I snarled, glaring back at the fuming king.

"There is no need to be hasty," Aro cut in, regaining his composure.

"Shut up you fool," Caius spat, "he has come here and openly said that he is seeking blood."

The two kings looked at each other, and I prepared for a fight, gripping both of my weapons tightly. Caius's eyes gleamed as he raised a hand, "I claim the right to execution by duel."

"You would need another vote to support your claim, and I say no," Aro and Caius looked over to their companion king.

"Fine," he sighed, "I support the claim of Caius."

Caius sneered and called forth a lithe person dressed in a red cloak.

"I nominate Cassius, of the royal guards to take this monster's head."

Cassius was like any other leech I had faced, arrogant. His dark hair was swept back with the air of uncaring. He walked as if I was lucky to even be in his presence. He cracked his knuckles and leered at me.

Stepping forward, I dropped my body into a crouch, making him smirk. He blurred forward. I had a brief flashback to when I had fought the tracker and lost parts of my fingers. I was not as arrogant now, and I was stronger. He stopped in front of me with his arm cocked back to pierce my chest, his smirk was splitting his visage.

I raised my axe and pulled the trigger to ignite the gas. I forced his arm up but heard the thunk of his cut off hand hitting the stone. He looked at the stump at the end of his arm with shock before he fully realized what I had done.

"My turn," I growled, making his eyes go wide.

He turned around and tried to blur out of the reach of my smoking weapons. He didn't even finish the cowardly action because I brought my mace to the side of his head.

Crunch

His head flew across the room until it lodged itself in one of the narrow windows. The expression on the none fractured side of his face was the same as when I had hit him. His headless body fell to the floor and was jerking around trying to reattach itself. Ignoring the stunned silence, I reached into my pocket and pulled out three golf ball sized orbs that I dropped on the leech's chest.

"I am victorious," I said placing my smoking axe on the orbs.

The orbs exploded in harsh light, and the leech was engulfed in flames. I glared defiantly at the blonde leech and his outraged look. The lazy king stood and was looking at me with an intrigued look.

"So it is true," he said smiling lightly, "the strength of the Bear."

As it turns out, I had used my power for that final blow and all the kings were looking at me with intense stares. Alice looked at me with fear, but when I looked closer, it was fear for me, not of me. Isabella had buried her face into Edward's shoulder, she probably thought that I was dead. Edward looked at me like I was a threat to the young lady that he held in a protective embrace. What a thought, I was the one who protected her when he had nearly broken her. Swinging my head around, I released a breath.

"I have killed your pitiful challenger. Now I want the blood that I am owed."

Aro recovered first, "Wonderful, I'm afraid that Cassius was beginning to get annoying anyway."

He shook off the death of one of his guards so easily. Marcus strolled over and put a hand on Aro's shoulder.

"I say that we let him go," his answer intrigued me.

"Why," spat Caius.

"As you remember, I was against the slaughtering of the children of the clans. I wish to amend the past and look to a better future," his tone surprised me because it was filled with passion.

The others noticed this as well because Aro cackled, "My old friend, this is the most passion I've heard from you in centuries."

"Seeing one of the warriors of old has reignited my battle passion," he said calming down slightly.

"Yes, it is a miracle, isn't it," Aro proclaimed loudly.

"Now onto the matter of the blood that you are owed," his grin faded,

"Am I correct in assuming that you are the one who was attacked seven years ago," I nodded.

"Well, I am truly sorry about that, I had decided to let your family live in peace, but others were not so happy with my choice and split away from us," he sighed in mock sadness.

"They disobeyed my orders and attacked your home."

"What of the others," I asked.

"What others," he said in confusion.

"I tore apart those who attacked me, but what of the mastermind and his supporters," I demanded.

"You killed all who split from us," claimed Aro.

"I doubt that. Are there none who will step forward and admit their guilt," I yelled at all the vampires gathered.

"I assure you that there are none here who mean you harm," I looked pointedly at Caius.

"I know," Aro clapped his hands.

"Marcus, let's give him a gift to show our sincerity," out of the three kings, I disliked Marcus the least.

"Yes we shall," he said simply, his passion gone again.

Aro pulled some parchment from his vest and get beckoned forward a servant, the servant stuttered as he handed his master a fountain pen. Aro wrote a few things that I couldn't see.

"Jane, run to the vault and get me the items on this list," he handed the angry girl the new list.

She blurred away and I was left brandishing my weapons. Aro hummed and went back to sit on his throne. Alice placed a hand on my bicep and I glanced at her. Her worry made me relax a little, but I remained standing. I did walk to a marble bench after a minute and sat down. I remained vigilant as the people murmured in the large room.

"Adam," the meek voice of Isabella asked, "How are you feeling?"

"I want to leave. I think there is nothing here for us," I said, watching the kings talking.

Marcus leaned in and listened with a blank look on his face as he stared at me. Caius was in a heated argument with Aro, who was smiling and only saying the occasional word or two. Aro would look at me then grin and turn away.

"Why does he grab your hands," Isabella asked Edward, referring to Aro.

"It's his power, he views the memories of the person whose skin he touches," he explained.

I looked over and swore that that lunatic would never get the chance to go through my memories. We waited another minute before the sadistic runt blurred in with a bundle in her arms. She threw in down of the ground with disgust before returning to the side of her masters.

"Since Jane was so nice to get our gifts for you, shall we see what is being offered," Aro cackled and pulled a leather cord to unwrap the bundle.

With a franatical grin, he brandished polished armor that gleamed in the light. It was rows and rows of tightly packed ringlets of burnished steel formed into a shirt that had full sleeves for the arms and would go past my waist. He placed it down and reached into the bundle to pull out two gold bricks, each the size of a small loaf of bread. We were all stunned by glittering metal, it must have been worth a fortune. When he pulled out a small wooden box that had twisting knots carved into its surface, I could hear the light clinking of metal from the inside of the box.

"I present the gift of friendship," he then explained what each thing was.

"The chainmail is the armor that was worn by a chief that died after killing hundreds of us. The gold is our way of repaying you for the death of your family. Finally, we have a box that contains jewelry that was taken from the Bear clan's vault."

I was stunned, and so was everyone else in the room. I wanted to take the items, as they belonged to me by right, but I was cautious because the items could have been coated in poison or some other dangerous things to me. Looking over at Alice, I looked for any sign that it was dangerous. Looking at Edward, he shook his head to my silent question.

"I accept the gifts," Aro's face showed his hunger.

"However," his face fell, "I think that the scales have not been righted. I will demand the rest of my reparation one day."

I gathered the items and left the room in their silence. Alice followed after me and Edward stayed behind with Isabella. Before I was out of earshot, I heard Aro's order of Isabella being converted by next year. I mumbled under my breath,

"Not on my watch."

Alice looked at me sadly but continued walking beside me. The two lovers joined us a few minutes later, and I was happy to get in a normal sized car. Edward drove and Alice sat beside him. Isabella was nervously talking with him the entire way to the airport. I was just examining the items that I now possessed.

The chainmail shirt was hefty in my hands, the tight rings offered protection from most things. I saw that the collar and sleeves had three rows of gold rings that contrasted the light. Looking at what I assumed was the front, there were two golden shapes that stood out sharply. Holding it out a little, the shapes gained clarity and became two snarling bears rearing at each other. They were glinting and stood out proudly as bears that were ready for a fight.

Opening the box, I was greeted by glittering metal. The jewelry was all polished silver and perfectly cut gems of every color. Necklaces, rings, and arm bands bearing artwork that would have made an archeologist drool. I shut the lid and placed it securely in the chain mail. Finally getting to the hanger that we had arrived at, Isabella brought something to our attention.

"What happened to returning the yellow car here," I felt foolish for forgetting and Alice looked only slightly chastised.

"Oops," she pouted at her mistake.

I walked and nodded my head to Hank before stepping onto his plane. I was exhausted and ready to return to Forks and see how Charlie would react to his daughter's sudden vacation. Alice did her usual prancing as she followed me up the stairs. Looking back, I was tempted to smack my forehead. There, at the bottom of the stairs, Edward was hugging Isabella and murmuring apologies. I was so irritated by the delay that I decided to cut them short.

"Get on the fucking plane, I want to get some sleep."

They looked sheepish, and Isabella blushed but they walked up the steps slowly. Edward ducked his head and refused to look at me as he got onto the plane. I rubbed my forehead, this gesture was becoming a habit of mine. I knew, however, that this was going to be a horrible return flight.

AND THAT'S A WRAP FOR THIS CHAPTER. I USED THE BOOK DESCRIPTIONS OF THE THREE KINGS BECAUSE I READ THE BOOKS BEFORE I EVER WATCHED THE MOVIES. THE MOVIES REVERSED THE AGES OF MARCUS AND CAIUS JUST TO CLEAR UP ANY MISUNDERSTANDING. JANE AND ADAM ARE CLEARING NEVER GOING TO GET ALONG. I LIKE JANE X BELLA FANFICTIONS BUT AS A CHARACTER SHE IS DERANGED AND SCARY. I WILL TRY TO WRITE BETTER FIGHTS IN THE FUTURE. MY RAMBLING IS OVER NOW. UNTIL NEXT TIME, READ, REVIEW, AND ENJOY.

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