A New Hope
BETRAYAL
CHAPTER 3 Janelle made her way quietly through the stinking waters of the polluted river known as the river Ricosso. She grimaced as she waded through a particularly nasty part of the river, the smell penetrating her nostrils and taste traveling over her sensitive sensory organs on the roof of her mouth. She screwed up her nose and continued onward. The half-blood had to make it through this.She had lost her beloved uncle to the Volturi and survived; she could survive this. All this nasty river wading was for a reason - to save the only other person she could trust, her closest friend, Desiderio. She whimpered as she exited the river and shook herself off, trying to get as much of the revolting stink off of her as she could. Janelle thought about cleaning herself further, but one thought of how badly the Volturi must be treating Desiderio caused her to push on.
Desiderio ran to the small crumpled form in the corner,
"Brother! Innocenzio!" He cried out, holding his little brother's shaking form close.
"D-Desiderio...?" The boy asked dazed. His short brown hair was a mess and his face was hollow looking and his eyes...they were red. They had changed his human little brother. He reared at them growling and snarling. "Just be happy he's alive," one of the Volturi sneered. Desiderio turned and ripped him to pieces. The other Volturi backed up and let their leader through. He was holding onto someone, and that someone was struggling desperately.
"Now, wolf, you have what you want. Collect your brother and go, your work here is done," he growled. Desiderio lowered his head and picked up his quivering brother, walking past who he knew was Janelle. He kept his head down.
"DESIDERIO YOU TRAITOR!" She howled and screeched. She kicked against the restraining arms of the lead Volturi.
"LET GO OF ME!" She hissed, eyes threatening to change red at any second. The gold a fierce and threatening orange.
"You will be controlled, you beast. You will be broken, little wolf." The Volturi members said in unison as she struggled against the restraints that she was placed in.
She kept struggling against the shackles, but to no avail. She let herself go slack against them and glared up at their pale sneering faces. She snarled a few swears in Italian before becoming quiet and hanging her head. She was was so tired.
Janelle had had so much pressure, both emotional and physical, on her for the past year. She had just been betrayed by the only person she had left to trust. She was so broken and tired. She knew she wouldn't last long.
It had been about 6 months since Janelle had been taken into captivity, and now she was the Volturi's little wolf. She was their assassin, their ally. She hated herself for it, but if she wanted to eat, that's what she must do: kill. Tonight her target was another vampire who visiting Corsica. His name: Jasper Cullen. "Hm...? Southerner eh?" She smirked at her relay officer. He simply nodded and disappeared into the shadows. She took a sniff at the piece of cloth and lowered her nose to the ground, searching out her newest target.
Janelle soon found the man she was looking for. She took out her scope and from the safety of her perch she looked at him and watched his movements. She let out a slight purr. "Well, he's cute," she thought happily, "I like the cute ones. Too bad I have to kill him..." She sighed and dropped down, making sure her concealed knives were primed and ready before sliding up to him.
"Hello there," she said, smirking at him. Her scar covered face seemed to startle him. She simply smiled,
"You Jasper Cullen?" She asked, running a hand through her hair. "Yes...is there a problem, Miss? You don't look well," he asked quietly. She looked at him fiercely and slid out her concealed knives.
"Time to die, Mr. Cullen..." Her eyes changing from gold to red as she took several slices at him. Of course, he dodged them all and took a shot at her, missing horribly.
She grabbed his arm and flipped him across the clearing, his body smashing into the wall. She zipped over to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, she stared him in the eyes, glaring daggers. He simply looked back at her, eyes still dark brown and his face relaxed. Jasper could sense her hurting and let out his own waves of calm, seeing the anger on her face melt away.
"How did you do that?!" She growled, throwing him away from her. Jasper stood up and dusted himself off. "You are young, and your emotions are easy to manipulate. I barely even tried." He chuckled. Janelle frowned and sat down.
"You know I'm supposed to kill you," she huffed. He had the audacity to sit down next to her.
"Well, I figured." He smirked. She felt her shoulders relax. Whatever he was doing felt warm, soft, and gentle. It was the first gentleness she had felt in so long. A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and he took notice and wrapped an arm around her. She shied away, unsure wether she could trust him or not.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, but first," he said gently taking her hands and releasing her knives and pulling them away from her sleeves. She let a slight blush rise to her cheeks as he gave her a pat down, lingering a bit to long at her hips. She cleared her throat, settling herself to the ground once more. He was smiling like an idiot, holding all her weapons in his lap, including a fancy engraved pistol, which was a gift from her late uncle as well a hand made knife. He gave the family heirlooms back, but kept the rest, which she was grateful for. She hated the Volturi's stupid weapons. She had spilled so much blood with those knives.
Jasper looked over at her.
"What's your name?" He asked abruptly. "Eh...Janelle Vesaulius," she said quietly. He smiled and saddled up close to her.
"Cute name, Miss Vesaulius." He chuckled as a heated blush rose to her cheeks. Janelle sighed.
"Want a drink? Oh wait, never mind." She chuckled. Jasper laughed.
"Well, I have to be going, so, I guess this is it." He smiled. "And you ever need something, Miss Vesaulius, just come find me." He stood and then leaned down, giving her a peck on the cheek. "Good bye," Jasper purred before slipping away into a nearby alleyway. Janelle sat there, a hand on her cheek. "Ciao Mr. Cullen..." She said, face covered in blush.