Chapter 3: Good Witch or Bad Witch
Disclaimer: I don't own Stephanie Meyer's characters!
Elta hurried through the stone room and out into the lobby. The receptionist there gave her the weirdest look between astonishment and relief. Then Elta knew why. She heard ear splitting screams from the turret room. Elta shuddered as she had an epiphany.
"How could I not have seen it?" she muttered to herself as she went through her school history lessons in her head. Vampires. That was the only logical explanation. The vampires that Saint Marcus was supposed to have run out of Volterra forever ago. Then she realized something else. She had seen Saint Marcus in that room. He had been standing there, moving occasionally. He looked exactly the same as in her history textbooks. He had run off the vampires, only because he was one. He wanted himself and his other fellows to be the only ones in Volterra. Elta's mind flashed back to things the 2 demons had said.
"The priest's daughter? Of our own CITY?!"
But Elta was the priest's daughter. And she was of Volterra.
"There's no possible way! I came from regions FAR beyond Volterra! She couldn't possibly be a De Luca!!"
There was a possible way. It was Elta's curiosity. Even though the female demon had gone to regions far beyond Volterra to keep the illusion of no vampires, strange little Elta had ended up in her group of prey. She shuddered and curled up into her chair. Only then did she notice that the black eyed angel and his human girl were there. Then she noticed someone new, an angelic female with golden eyes and pixie-like features. Somehow, Elta knew that these were angels. She didn't know how, but she just knew.
Elta began to subtly listen into their conversation. The black eyed angel was reassuring the girl was what it sounded like to Elta. She had never seen a more beautiful man than the one who sat a few chairs away from her. But she did not feel an attraction for him. She sensed that he and the girl belonged together, as if they should be attached at the hip. He was right for her and she was right for him. Other people's eyes may not have seen it, but Elta's did. She could see the look of adoration in both their eyes. Then another demon stepped out. He looked so young.
"You're free to leave now. We ask that you don't linger in the city," the small demon said.
"That won't be a problem," the male angel said as he went to the elevators hurriedly. As soon as the elevator doors had closed, the demon boy turned to her.
"They're ready for you," he said as he led the way to the circular room. Elta took in a deep breath of air and stood up. She followed the little vampire boy into the room, her stomach weighing a ton.