BELLA POV
"Holy hell this room is beautiful!"
Jasper chuckles beside me, and nods. "The Volturi have given us top-class rooms. What did you expect?"
"I don't know! Nothing this luxurious for sure!" I retort.
The room is enormous. The floor is made of pure white marble, as is the ceiling. From the middle of the ceiling hangs a massive crystal chandelier that lights every spot of the room. The walls are completely painted, and the frescos all represent a beautiful winter landscape. There is a big leather white couch facing the empty fireplace with a pretty crystal coffee table in front of it. One the other side of the room, in the middle of two floor-to-ceiling windows, there is my bed. It has silk crimson sheets and it's made from some kind of dark metal. I have no idea what kind it is.
I love this room.
Jasper spins around. "So, what do ya think 'bout this room? Pretty isn't it?"
"Very," I say, smiling at him. Then I frown, "But where is the bathroom? And the kitchen?"
He snickers. "They're here, don't worry. Come" he says, and gestures me with a hand to follow him. For a second, I think he has become senile, since he stops right in front of a wall. Before I can utter a word, though, he lightly pushes the wall, and a door appears.
"Woah! That's some cool trick!" I exclaim.
"Yeah," he says, "It was used so that the frescos and tapestries wouldn't be damaged or interrupted by doors. This kind of door was also used to hide secret passageways."
He then steps back, allowing me to enter what is my bathroom. It's as beautiful as the rest of the room. the winter theme is carried even here, and everything is white, crystal and that strange dark metal. I decide to ask Jasper about it.
"Jazz, what is this metal called like? I've never seen it before."
"This is no common metal. It has no name, for it is a vampire-proof metal. Not discovered by human scientists but rather the brothers themselves, many years ago. It's made of vampire venom and werewolf's bone-dust. The most resistant material on this earth" he explains.
I am speechless.
"Well, now let's go see your kitchen—and wardrobe!" he squeals, mimicking Alice, and I burst out laughing. It is so convincing!
After we go see my kitchen—a chef's wet dream—and my wardrobe—already filled with countless expensive things—we go out on the balcony and go see Jasper's room.
It is much like mine, only that his is autumn-themed. The dominating colours are light brown, oranges and reds, with bits of gold here and there. There is no metal here, just dark wood, and the walls depict an autumn forest, not a winter landscape.
As I watch Jasper look around his room I realize that the Volturi truly have chosen the best rooms for us. Not just for the luxury, but also for the vibe they give. Jasper looks in his element here: his golden hair and butterscotch eyes compliment perfectly the colours of the room, just as the dark wood seems to have the same rugged edges as he does. It's the same for me: my porcelain skin and dark hair match the wintry landscape and the metal details, as does the fragility and beauty of the crystal.
They chose well.
"Earth to Bella!" I hear Jasper say, waving a hand in front of my face. I come back to focus, and see that he is right in my face. His sweet breath is fanning over my face, and I relax at his smell. "Are you okay?" he asks, frowning in concern.
I smile, "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking that the Volturi have chosen our rooms well. They suit us."
His answering smile is blinding. "That they have, doll. Now, I think you might want to go change or freshen up or whatever, since the brothers are coming in less than an hour, if I'm correct" he says, throwing a glance out the windows. I look, too, and see that the sun is almost setting.
"You're right. See you in a bit!" I say, and run back to my room to prepare.
I decide to take a quick shower and to change clothes. I happily notice that my bodywash is already in its place in the shower, as are my shampoo and conditioner. I quickly strip and jump in the glass cabin. It's even bigger that in looks outside. I take a quick, cold shower to ward of sleep and grab a black satin bathrobe. I wrap myself in it and head out to decide what to wear.
I walk in my immense wardrobe and I'm proud to say I quickly find the underwear drawers. I grab a pair of simple white underwear and put it on, then I start to search for a proper dress. I decide to go with the theme of my room and so I set off to search for a white dress to go with the wintry scenery.
I opt for a nice white lace dress, with long bat sleeves and a high neckline. It might sound too conservative, but it's entirely made of white lace and it hugs my figure like a glove. Sexy, but not too much. As Rosalie always says: 'If you have a killer body, you better show it. Just do it with class, elegance and sexiness. Not like a skank'.
[A/N: the dress is the same one Dorcas is wearing during the Hare Moon celebration in the third season of Chilling adventures of Sabrina, on Netflix. It's a great TV series, and I'll probably do some fanfics about it as well, so after you finish this chapter run and go watch it!]
I grab a pair of low heeled white shoes and style my hair into a neat French braid that drapes over my right shoulder. I put on a bit of mascara and a bit of gloss on my lips, to make them look even more rosy. All ready.
Just in time, I think, as I hear Jasper—who has walked in my room a minute ago—telling me the sun has just set.
I don't even have time to come out that there is a knock on my door.
Holy fuck are they punctual.
I quickly fix my hair and dress, and only when I've already opened the door to the main room I realize I am barefoot.
Jasper has his back to me, since he is opening the door to the brothers, but when he turns he looks at me and gapes. His eyes sweep over my body and he opens and closed his mouth like a fish. he looks like he wants to say something, but the words are stuck in his throat.
Before anyone of us can say a word, Aro's loud voice grabs our attention. "My dear Isabella! How beautiful you are! I see you are embracing the winter theme of this room?"
Jasper—wearing a light grey shirt and black slacks—spins on his heel and turns to face the brothers, Felix, Demetri and the witch twins, who have all entered the room. Aro is smiling at me, Marcus and Caius are looking at me and around the room, Demetri and Alec are both smirking, Felix instead winks at me. jane is the only one who doesn't look happy to be here. She is looking around the room with angry eyes, and when her eyes fall on me pure hatred and jealousy flash there.
What the hell, bitch?
I quickly recover, though. "Hello, Aro. Thank you for your compliment. Yeah, I really like this room. it's very beautiful."
"Mine is also very beautiful," Jasper adds, "We both thank you for your kindness for arranging our stay here."
Marcus smiles infinitesimally, "It is our honour to have two guests like you in our home."
I can feel my cheeks burning up, and I faintly hear Felix and Demetri try to contain their laughter.
"Shall we get down to business?" Caius says, serious but not icy like I expected. In truth, this visit has been far better than the first one. They are all so welcoming—apart from Heidi and Jane, obviously. It seems Jasper was right—it was all Eddiebitch's fault they hated me too.
"Of course. Please start away" I say, and take a seat on the couch. Jasper comes to sit beside me, while the brothers sit across from us, with Felix and Demetri at their sides. Alec leans on the mantle of the fireplace, and Stick-up-her-ass-Jane stays ramrod straight, glaring at me, not moving an inch. Suit yourself little shit.
"So, we called you both here because we need your help with a… situation, that has arose again after many years. Unfortunately, our forces aren't able to squash this problem by themselves, or else we would have never bothered you" Aro says, looking contrite and angry.
"What is this situation, and what can I do to help? I mean, I get why you would want Jasper, but why me?" I ask, leaning forward a bit.
Caius leans forward, too. "This situation, as my brother put it, is called The Southern Wars—" but before he can finish the sentence Jasper's growls stops him.
"Ya wanna bring Bella there?! Are you mad!" he growls, tensing up. I quickly put a hand on his clenched fists and feel him calm down a bit.
All three of the kings look contrite—incredibly, even Caius—so I decide to speak up. "These Southern Wars are the ones you fought in when you were with Maria, right?" I ask Jasper, and he nods. "Maria herself was one of the vampires that built newborn armies to fight for blood and territory. I was her Major, her second in command, before I got the hell outta there."
"We are sorry to have brought you here to help us in this ominous battle, but we need all the help we can get. It seems Maria has arisen once again and has started building an enormous army" Aro says.
"Our spies say about sixty newborns" Marcus adds.
Jasper's eyes nearly explode, "Sixty? That much? She must have a talent to keep 'em all in check then."
"We think so, too," Caius says, and his eyes flicker to me, and I understand. "That's why you need me" I speak up, "Because I might be immune to this mysterious power."
They all nod.
"Yes, Bella, but not only for that. You are very intelligent and observant, you discovered our secret in a very small time, and we need all the cleverness we can get. If you accept the mission you will be departing in a week's time with me, Felix and a few other guard members—including the twins" Caius says, nodding toward Alec and Jane, "We will land in Houston and run to our main base where other guard members are awaiting our arrival as we speak. You will be protected, Bella."
Jasper doesn't seem happy about it, but I catch his eyes and he nods, grumbling about bull-headed humans. He knows me well enough to know that I will not back down, especially if there is a chance to make that Maria bitch pay for what she did to my Jasper.
My Jasper? What the heck? Whatever.
I straighten my back and look at Caius in the eye. "Can't wait to make that bitch burn" I say, grinning savagely. He immediately returns my grin. "Mission accepted."
JANE POV
This fucking human. I hate her.
I. Hate. Her.
I hate her eyes, I hate her hair, I hate her perfect body, I hate her voice, I hate how she enthrals every male. Even my brother. I hate her mind that can shield her from my power.
I am the most powerful woman on this earth. The room she is staying in was supposed to be mine! Mine and of my mate, when I would have found him! Not hers! Mine!
I will destroy her. I will personally see to her demise.
I smirk as I go back to my room, after the meeting with the trash called Bella. Pfft. Bella, 'beautiful' in Italian. I might have no curves at all, but I'm so much more beautiful than she is or will ever be. She is nothing.
I smile to myself.
I heard that Heidi doesn't quite like her…
Fucking Jane.
I will be posting a new fanfic in a few hours, so stay tuned! It will be a lot more dark and sexual than the last one or even this one. Not much gore, but a lot of sex. Please review!
