Volturi's Precious Guard
This chapter is written for everyone that review, it really helps me out guys D
I change chapter 5…and six (I think) so reread them both.
I just wanna say, I was watching the McCain commercial, and it's like Sarah Palin, She stopped the bridge to nowhere. And every time I see it I'm like, "Sarah Palin, she stopped the bridge to nowehere. Sarah Palin, she started the bridge to nowhere." do research people! Note: this does not reflect my political stance. Weather I am democrat or republican, it doesn't change the fact that Sarah Palin started the bridge to know where.
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Chapter 7: The Truth Take Time
B POV
It had been two days since Alice and Esme swore not to tell anyone. I found comfort in lies, since then. I lied about where I had been, I lied about where I was planning to go. I even lied about something as mundane as the last time I ate. I believed, if I lied enough, if I repeated, "I'm glad" "I'm happy," "I'm fine" enough, I could even fool myself into believing it. Anger was even more powerful. Just like when I had first awakened from the Change, I struck out at anyone and everyone, to take some of my pain away. Lucian, of course, was my favorite target. Sometimes, he scared me. I was frightened when I had to be alone with him. Afraid he would take the one thing I left for Edward. The one thing he seemed to want from me so desperately.
No, Lucian had too much pride to force me to his will by strength. He wanted me to want him, beg for him. He would use manipulates and underhanded tricks, yes, but never physical force. If the time ever came, it would be my choice.
I paced down the cold stone halls, knowing today I would have to avoid crowded rooms. The Cullen's were leaving, and they had been here since the morning, saying their goodbyes. Silently, I said goodbye too. It seemed that's all I ever did. Say goodbye to them.
"How come you never wear that mousy little Brunette appearance? You know it's my favorite." Lucian's voice crept from behind a pillar. It seemed fitting, that he hide in the shadows of the stone. I had always told him to go back under the rock he crawled out of.
"Fuck you, Lucian." I spat, blowing past him. He didn't miss a stride. Being in his presence was always strange. Being in his mind was even stranger. It was foggy and slightly distorted, which was, for the most part, why I stayed out of it. Though I couldn't read thoughts, I was very perceptive to intensions. Lucian intensions often made me sick. He was selfish and cruel, only caring for his personal gain. I suppose his talent was hiding it so well. Lucian could absolutely despise you, and still convince you that he was your best friend.
"My room or yours?" He asked, smirking. I felt sick again. "Come on," He grabbed my hand when I started to walk away and pushed me up against the corridor wall. Pinning me there with his arms on either side of my head, he breath fanned out over my face. "I can give you so much, Isabella, things that you can't even imagine." His face was close to mine, his lips moving against my left cheek. I fought revoltion.
"I have a pretty creative imagination." I hissed. "And don't call me that."
He chuckled, undeterred. "I remember when you first walked into Volterra." He said smirking, kissing his way down my jaw line to work on my neck. "Asking for death. I remember sinking my teeth into you." I could feel his teeth run over my collar bone, tracing the bit mark he had left years ago. I wanted to push him away, but he was my sire, and I was unable to fight him. I was almost completely at his mercy. "I remember your blood spilling into my mouth. One of the sweetest I have ever tasted, in all my many, many centuries. I remember my venom coursing through your veins. I –" He smirked at his, laying a light kiss on his bite mark. "remember your screams. I will make you scream like that again." He added the last part so I could barely hear. I could practically feel the bile rising in my throat. Oh, what I would give just to be human and throw up on him. "And as much as you want to forget, I remember who you are, Isabella." Slowly, he kissed his way back up my neck, traveling along my jaw line once again. I turned my face away, disgusted.
"Is there a problem here, Kit?" Someone asked. I sighed in relief, knowing that loud, arrogant voice. Thank god for Emmett.
Lucian turned to look at my oversized brother, sneering. I took the opportunity to duck under his arms and fly down the hallway as fast as my feet would take me. I worried for Emmett, having personally witnessed Lucian's temper before, but knew he could handle himself.
"You'll pay for that." Lucian sneered, watching me run. The threat had no effect on Emmett. He raised his arms, palms up, beckoning Lucian forward with fingers.
"Any time, any where."
I ran to the only place I could find sanctuary from Lucian. Aro would not hid be from his son. Cauis loved too much to watch me squirm, but Marcus, who was so much like me, would not allow Lucian in his presence. Lucian, smartly, kept his distance. I could count on Marcus. He never questioned me either, when I came into his study to sit quietly and read. I breathed a sigh of relief when I found him alone in his study, and not with Aro or Cauis.
Over the years, I realized that cold Marcus was extortionately misunderstood. He was not heartless, just heart broken. After his mate died, at Lucian's hand, Marcus was never the same. We found peace in each others presence, having both been in similar situations. He would protect me for that same reason. Protecting me, was, in a way, protecting his mate, if he had been killed and she left to live. Also, it was spiting Lucian.
"I can not hide you forever." He stated, without looking up from his computer. I wondered why he said this, announcing something we both knew. What was I suppose to say? I know? You can try?
"I don't need your protection, Marcus." I sniped instead. It was hard for us both to love and be loved, after being hurt so badly. It was easier to pretend to be irritated by each other. Although, I understood his under lying his love and he mine. He was the only one I could stand to be near, let alone enjoy his presence. He reflected those feelings. I might tell myself that I have no friends, no allies, no family, but in truth, Marcus is very much my friend, ally, and family.
He chuckled, a rare sound.
"Of course not. You only come here preserve your sanity." He quoted my much used excuse. It was true. Out of everyone's mind, Marcus was the only pure one. Undistorted and twisted with lust, cruelty, and selfishness. It was almost numb, like the way I felt two days ago.
"What
are you getting at?" I asked him, point blank. He began to lecture,
never getting to the point. I began to ignore him. He was using too
many words. The most important sentences in life consist of three
words. All important feelings can be caught in just three simple
words. I love you. I hate you. I want you. I despise you. I am happy.
It is tragic. I believe you. I distrust you.
The most important
sentences in my life have consisted of three words. I'm marrying
Phil. What about Forks? That's Edward Cullen. I am leaving. Edward
is gone.
I preferred short sentences. Their meaning was clear. No place for misunderstanding or misinterpreting. They were clear and simple. Most of the time. Too many words confused me. I heard them. I hated them. I lived on.
Endless lectures and trying to decipher the hidden meanings and answers in the cryptic speech have caused me to despise words. People prefer the torrent of words. They like to choose which they wanted to hear and which they would ignore. My life was hard enough. I had enough to think about, so the only thing I wanted was that they only open their mouths to tell me the important things.
I stared blankly at the crisp white wall. Marcus continued to talk to me. I believe this was the most I have ever heard him say. I stopped listening to him hours ago. His words went straight through my body. Nothing could help me anymore. Not even his presence. But as he continued to rattle on and on, I just heard the single letters. I was so depressed I had lost the ability to connect them, to hear the words, to understand the meaning of what he was saying. The abundance of insignificant details he was giving me.
"Are I even listening to me?"
I nodded. I lied. I told him something he wanted to hear. Was it hurt I felt erupting from his words? Or anger? Pain? I would love to have heard him yelling, like he yelled Lucian. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted him to rip me to piece for disobedience. Close my eyes and wait for the fire that would have ended my meaningless life.
Marcus said something about risks. Taking the risk by telling Edward or the risk of leaving Volterra.
"Take the risk." he said, barely above a whisper. It wasn't necessary for him to voice his thoughts; I could read them clearly in his eyes. We couldn't hide anything from each other.
Swallowing hard to regain some control of my voice, I nodded silently before adding a soft: "I will."
There was a knock at the door. Marcus stepped around me to answer it, lightly patting my back along the way. I could see Heidi from behind his broad shoulders. Further behind her were the Cullens.
"Carlisle would like to speak with you, master." She said in a meek voice she reserved for Marcus, Aro, Lucian, and Cauis. Ah, and here was the difference between me and Marcus. While we both had lost the person we loved, I still had to live with Edward. Marcus viewed it as gift. Sometimes I did to, but other times it was a curse. Fate was dangling something I wanted desperately but could not have in front of my face.
"A moment," He said, closing the door and gesturing for me to change my appearance.
"Why bother?" I asked, walking to the door. He challenged me for a moment, before opening it and allowing me to leave. I wasn't sure who was more shocked at that moment. Heidi, who believe I despised Marcus, or the Cullens. Possibly Marcus? Perhaps myself? I ignored them all, as I walked away, once again alone. Marcus chose that moment to finally make his point.
"Choice wisely, Kit dear. I'll miss you, either way."
The whole world to seem to hang in the balance right then. I was tempted to turn around and tell Edward the truth. I was tempted to run and never stop.
He has destroyed you. My subconscious reminded me. He has shattered your broken heart and soul.
I glided my fingers through the fine strands of blonde hair.
"Goodbye," I whispered, not only to Marcus, but Esme, Alice, Edward, Carlisle, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, and even Heidi. I paused. Mere seconds. My breath hitched.
One. Two. Three. No words anymore.
I walked on.
Life
has changed. And it definitely doesn't include Edward Cullen
anymore. Removing the big sunglasses out of my bag I stalked away.
Away from this life. Away from him. Away from my hopeless dreams. As
I walked I heard Carlisle ask if I was leaving for a trip. Marcus
replied that I
was.
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He was sitting on my bed smirking when I opened the door. I groaned the moment I saw him and turned around, making to leave.
"Tut Tut, Isabella. That's pretty rude. Come here." He ordered. The hallway expanded out before me, like vertigo. I feared that if I didn't escaped that second, I would never get away. I wondered how far I could get before he would catch me. To Marcus's chamber? Close enough so they would hear me if I screamed?
Lucian's arms wrapped my waist in a gesture of love and affection. But I knew, as he put his chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck, that in reality, he was caging me.
He pulled me toward the bed, like always when he wanted to talk, and sat me there.
"Isabella." He said, seriously, and I knew what he would ask me next. I shuttered at the thought. Please, I wanted to cry, exhaust from the day already, Please leave me alone.
"I love you, Isabella." He leaned forward to kiss my lips, I turned my head away. He kissed my cheek anyway. I was too paralyzed by fear to move further. Lucian had only ever hit me once, but it was enough for me to learn my place. I was afraid of him, but I knew, the less I fought, the sooner he would leave. I reminded myself he wouldn't take it any farther then kisses, groping if he felt like it, in an attempt to regulate my breathing. I was panicking. He wants it to be your choice. I chanted to myself.
He took my hands from my lap, kissing them softly. The sudden sting in the delicate skin between my thumb and index finger told me Lucian had bit me. He did this, every hundred years or so, to remind me that I belonged to him. I cursed Aro everyday for letting him be the one to change me, practically giving me to him as a gift, when I was not his to give. Remembering the first time he had done this was amusing, despite the circumstances that tainted it. He had cornered me in this very bedroom, days after my change. I'd been partly terrified, as he pushed me down on the bed and kissed down my neck while pushing up the hem of my shirt to expose my stomach, though somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was a newborn and stronger then him. Then, slowly, he kissed around my belly button, before biting the smooth, flawless skin. I hadn't realized what he had done at first, but when I did, I was so shocked I had slapped him, hard.
He, in turn, had forbid me to leave Volterra for the next decade, and made ever moment of that decade unbearable.
I damned Lucian for biting me in such an open spot. Usually, he chose to bite me along the thighs, upper arms, and stomach. Places that, if anyone else saw, they would know he had been. I had a feeling he choose differently this time, so that everyone, and especially Edward, would always see who I belonged to.
He kissed the spot he had just bitten, and pushed me onto my back.
"Isabella," He said, kissing me, "I love you. I want you."
I was cut off by having to respond by shouts in the corridor. Lucian heard them too. His head snapped up, and he jumped off me. As much as I despised him, I ran right after him.
He sung open my door, like God himself, and stepped into the hall.
"What is going on here?" He shouted, though I got the impression no one was listening to him. I heard the sound of bodies clashing, vases and bricks breaking, and walls shaking.
The Cullen Kids were in the hall, fighting with Jane and Demetri.
Demetri and Emmett were going toe to toe, Rosalie lay stunned beside them. Judging from the creak in the wall, Demetri had thrown her head first.
Edward off to the side, waiting for Jane to make a wrong move. I tried to ignore the look he gave me when he saw me and Lucian existing my bedroom, my hair ruffled, and clothes pushed up. Jane held Alice and Jasper hostage, while carefully watching Edward.
"Demetri!" I shouted, grabbing his attention, "Stop." He glanced at Lucian, looking for his command. I blocked his glaze.
"Demetri, so help me, if you do not stop-" He stiffed under Emmett, who couldn't resist adding a final punch, but stopped none the less. "Emmett, get off him." I commanded, turning my attention to Jane. I knew she wouldn't be as easy, and Lucian would not help me. I detested going into Jane's mind, but knew I would have to.
"Jane, Stop." I told her, hoping she would obey. She sneered at me, and Alice and Jasper screamed louder. Edward sprung, but Jane out maneuvered him.
I closed my eyes and concentrate. Active powers, such as Jane's, were hard to control. Jane was extraordinary strong. I searched around myself, feeling for Jane's distinct mind. I knew from experience that I couldn't surround it in my blocking power completely once she had started using her power. It was like a rope gun. I could put a bag around the gun, by the rope that been already shot could not be cut, her power was still escaping. In front of me, twenty paces, Jane's mind stood out from the rest, blood red and crippled by insanity and spitefulness. I followed her power until I found were it attacked Jasper and Alice.
I shielded their minds, and at once their screams stopped.
Opening my eyes, Jane's red irises pierced me. She was fuming; apply more and more pressure to my shield. She was strong and quickly draining my energy, but I knew I was stronger. I read her intentions before she could reach out for Edward, and stopped her, but she continued to apply more and more pressure. I was too slow to act when she reached for Rosalie and Emmett, and they suffered momentary pain before I could shield them to.
The pressure was building slowly, like a bottle about to pop. I would have to drop someone sometime. She would too. I just had to wait her out. She drove more and more pain at the Cullens and I fought her off. I never realized that I had fallen to my knees. I wasn't the only one suffering, Jane brows creased, and it looked as if she was being drained as well. She leaned harder, like water against a damn, pressing my levees until they broke.
In a split second decision, she shot bolts of pain at me, and I got my own shield up just in time. But I was tired, and had been using my powers to often lately, spreading myself to thin. I had to drop several others in order to focus my power. My Glimmer faced to everyone within Volterra, except the Cullens. Alice and Esme I allowed see me as Bella.
I wondered fleetingly when Jane had become so powerful. It had only ever been an irritation before to stop her.
"Don't!" I shouted at Jasper. Already being in their minds, it was not hard to catch his intention to attack Jane. "It won't help me any." I needed them to stay as still as possible, so I didn't have to follow their minds.
Jane smiled wickedly from were she had knelt against the ground, and somehow, as if God himself was helping her, leaned harder on my mental shield.
"Got secrets?" Jane asked wickedly. I tried to block her mind from thinking it. I moved as fast as I could. But it wasn't fast enough.
"Bella." Edward whispered, breathlessly.
Jane, mistakenly, released the others. I was very tempted to create the allusion of pain in her mind, by physical pain seemed so much more alluring.
I lunged at her, swiping her off her feet and into the wall behind her. It creaked and whined with stress as I bashed her in it again. She reached out for someone to hurt, but I was quicker. I sealed of her mind, containing it in a box of protection; nothing going in or out. One mind was much easier to control then five. I cuffed her on the side of the cheek, and she kneed me in the stomach. I slammed her again into wall.
Too soon, someone was pulling me off.
"Problem, Ladies?" Aro was asking. Demetri and Lucian had pulled me off Jane.
"Le' me go!" I shouted. Lucian just chuckled and held me tighter. Somewhere behind me, Edward growled.
Aro was scowling when Lucian turned me toward him. "Causing another mess, Kit?" He asked, taking me harshly by the shoulder. He was angry.
Off to the side, I heard Edward growl again. But I was not sure if he was growling at Aro, or me.
And then my world went black.