Okay so here's the next chapter the beginning of this chapter will be kinda confusing I think, but it will work out don't worry.
Oh and it is a Third person's Pov, don't worry just keep reading it will come together soon.
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Click, clop, click, clop…..
The man's footfalls echoed off the tile floors and the walls.
Making his presence known in every room of his empty estate.
The man was short but muscular and well rounded.
His hair was thick and the color of hay, his skin was pale of that of a vampires in fact this man was a vampire.
Christian De La Forte, a rich business man living richly in the domicile of London; born September 4, 1894, 'reborn' at 27 or November 8, 1921.
His presence to the mortal world was becoming known to a lot of important people, mortal people.
And that wasn't good for any vampire out there; it brings to much attention to him and the vampiric race.
One day he might just slip and who will be watching?
Everyone.
It will be on the news, then sooner that you know it.
It will be the Salem Witch trials all over again.
But the prey will be Vampires this time.
And this is where the Volturi had to step in.
The man made a small coughing noise to clear his throat.
He may be a vampire but he was frightened and sickly and very lazy, relaying on that of mortals to keep him safe and sound.
And that, that was his first mistake.
"H… h…. hello" he called out his voice was wrought with apprehension and fright.
No answer
"Hello?" he called out again, uncertain if it was just his imagination or one of the butlers stalking through the pantries again for a late night snack.
Again no answer only the distinctive sound of someone tapping there foot impatiently was heard.
The man slowly turned on his heels it was coming from the dining room, which was directly behind him, hidden by a large and heavy mahogany door.
A very large room set up for special occasions such as dinner parties, cocktail parties, and well parties in general.
Little by little the man plucked up the courage to go and check it out.
One step at a time…
One step at a time…
And before he knew it he was standing in front of the door.
He took a large gulp of air then pushed the door open.
The walls of the room had been made of stone, the floors also made of stone. But there was a large blood red carpet thrown down which covered about 85 percent of the stone floors.
And cloth tapestries also hung from the wall, along with a few other paintings.
Large torch like slots hung all around the room each holding a glass cylinder on them each with a wax candle in them.
The head butler checked and locked this room every night before the master retired, and the master was standing right here and he, Christian De La Forte, did not think the room had been secured, for tonight the door had been opened and all the candles in the room lit.
A young lady sat at the head of his large and long wooden table.
She sat daintily in the chair that he sat in every occasion that was held here, his home.
She had long slightly wavy chocolate brown hair with deep dark red eyes; she wore a simple black turtle neck and jeans, which seemed to magnify all her curves.
But a smoky gray cloak was slung over the back of one of the chairs next to her.
Her face was flawless and perfect with a perfectly sculptured nose and high cheeks, with full luscious red lips.
She was beautiful.
More beautiful than any woman who had thrown themselves at him.
Any man would grovel at this woman's feet just to be in her presence, and the way she carried herself was like the way an angel, should or would.
Finally the man found his voice after gapping at this beauty for what seemed like eternity.
"And what have I done that has graced me with the beauty of such an angel" Christian De La Forte marveled using the backs of the chairs to steady himself as he slowly moved toward her.
A small smile graced her face, and her eyes followed his every movement.
"Let's not play around Christian…" the woman sang.
Her voice was beautiful almost like a melody but even more beautiful than that for each word that grazed her perfected lips was almost as if she was singing them, but they had a small tinkering to them something that sounded an awful lot like….
Bells
Christian stumbled slightly, surprised at how beautiful her voice was.
"We both know you've been playing with fire, and we both knew that sooner or later you were going to get burned" she went on amused by his reaction to what she thought was a regular normal vampiric voice.
But oh how she was wrong, oh so wrong.
"Why my dear I don't know what your talking about I'm a simple merchant trying to make an earnest living off what I do" he gasped back, his voice like nails on a chalk board compared to her melodic tone.
Her smile faded slowly and she stood rising from her chair with such grace an angel would kill over to have such grace and beauty.
She rose and pushed the chair in with her left arm.
Then slowly walked around the table to stand in front of him.
She smiled a small seductive smile, sauntering slowly behind him.
Then whispered in his ear.
"Aro sends his regards and his goodbyes" her seductive tone almost made him swoon.
But that one simple little three letter name snapped him out of his trance like state.
He whipped around to face her only to find her gone.
"H…ho…how?" he stammered slowly backing into the stone wall.
"My Christian, darling, your senses have become weak, and poor, all this fraternization with the little morals has made you weak" her bell songlike voice teased him.
"Who are you?" Christian cried slowly edging toward the door.
"Me?" the song like voice laughed.
"Why I'm a Volturi assassin the best of them all, I'm Isabella Marie Swan Volturi, but most importantly Mr. De La Forte I'm you executioner" the songlike voice laughed with such cruelness in her angelic tone the man trembled in fright.
"Please, Please I don't want to die" the man cried pleading for his life.
"You should have thought of that before you got into you 'merchant business'" she snapped.
Suddenly the candles dimmed, then when out completely.
"You're not an angel you're a devil" he cried, sliding slowly to the floor.
"A Devil, eh?" she laughed half-heartedly.
"Maybe so, Christian, maybe so" she sighed.
And through the dark one piercing scream was heard then nothing.
A small willow figure standing on the front porch in a smokey gray cloak that was pulled low over her face, pulled out a small silver cell phone dialing the number quickly then daintily putting the phone to her ear.
"It's done" she murmured into the phone then snapped it shut.
Then with a blink of the eye she was gone.
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So what did you guys think of the second chapter.
Kinda confusing I know but to clarify yes the girl that killed the one guy was Bella, our Bella.
It will be her Pov next chapter so please out of all courteousy REVIEW! I'm begging you, sniffle……