Part 2 - Chapter 1: Travel Time

"So I guess this means I won't be getting my stuff back anytime soon, would it?" I asked as we sped across the vast expanses of America. I was about as fast as the faster runner here. One of the guard - I'm not exactly sure who - answered, "Felix got your necessities." A bag came flying to me and I gripped it with all my might. I was happy to see that this bag was my emergency evacuation pack. Everything I could possibly need when leaving home was here. I smiled a bit as we kept racing along. I noticed Felix staring at me quite angrily. His power - whatever it was - must not work on me.

A little giggle escaped my lips. This wasn't all bad. It was like I was a kid on an adventure in a toy shop. I was just messing with all the buttons until someone came to show me the exit because I was being obnoxious. I tried to recall Felix's power and I came up with him being the tracker. Ah. I attempted to track Esme and found that I could do it. She was in the living room doing as much crying as a vampire could with nonfunctioning tear ducts. My previous giggle was lost in the silence of the misery and company.

I didn't even take time to wonder how long I had been a tracker. I didn't try to find anyone else. I just focused in on Carlisle and Esme comforting each other. Eventually, I saw Xavier apologizing and Carlisle shrugging him off. Eventually, I couldn't hear Edward's voice. But I heard others'. It was strange. It seemed that all of a sudden, all of my senses were on overload. I could hear the thoughts of every single person in the Volturi.

It was all too much and gave me a bit of what I could have of a headache. The one voice I paid attention to, however, was Aro. He was wondering what mess he had gotten himself into by receiving no doubt the worst vampire in all of Carlisle's coven. I just smirked. That smirk was wiped off when he started theorizing as to whether or not I had a shield like Bella to protect myself from his gift. I decided it would be very fun to play around with them and act like a seemingly normal vampire. If I could, I might even let Aro read my thoughts. It depended on just how much power I thought I possessed.