Part 2 - Chapter 6: Rants and Reasons

I didn't even bother listening in on their conversation. I lay in my bed trying not to think of the extreme burning I'd felt touching Diomedes's neck and felt myself tiring a bit. If that were even possible. Physically, I was in no pain at all. But it was my mental stability I worried about. I slowly and cautiously let my shield down and immediately felt better. But then I got this extreme urge to confess my loyalty to the Volturi. I pushed it down and replaced my shield. This was going to be an extraordinarily hard feat to accomplish.

A few minutes later, a vampire I had not seen as part of the guard rushed into my rooms and began examining me very intently. I reached inside of his pale, balding head and heard him taking measurements of me. It was obvious that he was about to tailor Volturi robes onto my body. I let him do whatever as I wondered if being Volturi gave you permission to travel to anywhere alone. Suddenly, I looked down and saw that the robes were already made. I raised an eyebrow. "I have duplicates on your bed if you are to soil these in battle or..." he looked me up and down before continuing, "elsewhere."

My blood boiled and my hand locked with his throat in a split second. "Oh, really? It sure would be a shame if your corpse was to accidentally..." I twisted my hand so that it threatened to pull his head away from his neck, "stain my brand new robes." I let him drop and he sized me up before racing after me. I sighed as if this was a waste of my time and held a barricade in front of me. More strange powers. As he seemed to be getting sick of looking for a way in, Diomedes entered. "I hope you've received your robes for we have...Dear Lord! Let him go!" I had taken hold of the tailor once more.

I dropped him and the vampire glared at me. Diomedes dismissed him before narrowing his eyes at me. "You are supposed to be behaving yourself, Silver. I think it rather rude that you are going about picking a fight with everyone." "Fight me," I snarled at him. His eyes were set ablaze at my comment. "Look Frenchie. I am the one who kept you from the others' wrath. They don't like you. But they admire your power. We honestly cannot touch you. Even more curious is that we would like to find similar humans like you that could be transformed into a powerful vampire such as you. That is why we need you to think as much as you can for a memory."

I sat up straighter. "You don't get it, do you?" He shook his head. "I have been trying to do that since the day I awoke from the transformation. Carlisle wondered what I'd done for two weeks without a human life to run through. It was impossible. I just vegetated for two weeks. Do you really think that I love immortal life so much that I don't care for my life before? Really? That's some shallow thinking and I think one of the leaders of the Volturi would be smarter than that." His nose flared his time, but his eyes read that he had had my sympathy for a moment.

"I think that you might be a nice guy, honestly. But I hate you. I hate every single one of the Voluri and the coven itself. The Cullens weren't the best, but better than this ancient, run-down civilization with outdated rules that everyone must follow. Of course you aren't even listening." He jerked back to the conversation. "Did you say that the Cullens weren't the best?"I nodded and crossed my arms. He broke out into a smile. "So you like people? Oh this is great! I must go tell Aro!" He raced away giddy as a schoolboy. Excellent. Ugh.