Brains
With the discovery of my second gift, I was relieved. Now I could easily hide my 'brains' from the Volturi, yet they had a reason to keep me.
After a couple of hours of practicing with the Cullens, I realized that my alternative ability not only allowed me to teleport other people, I could also transport myself from place to place, in a matter of milliseconds. I didn't even have to have been to my destination previously, I could just go there.
I ran to Aro, after playing with my gift, with an innocent, if not bewildered expression on my face. I got lost, and had to ask a passing vampire for directions, but otherwise I found his office with no trouble.
When I walked in, it was empty. To my surprise, there was a clutter of paper everywhere, from books, articles, maps, flyers, and more. I picked up one thing that looked like a report, most likely done by a vampire. The top half of the report looked like instructions, written in Italian, but I picked out a couple of words that looked familiar, so I gathered that they had English counterparts.
Of course I couldn't read the whole thing, but it looked like whoever was sent these instructions had been stationed in Forks, no doubt looking for me. It had a list of deaths, and when saw that my whole high school class was gone, I mourned for Angela. I felt saddened about the others, as well, but Lauren had been a blemish on the human race, and everyone else was either not a real friend to me or I had never met them. Counting, I saw that 123 people, in total, had died because of me, and that was what really made me upset.
Suddenly I heard footsteps coming, and I set down the report. As I was walking out of the room, looking disappointed for having not found Aro, I ran into Emmett. He and Jasper were going somewhere in a hurry, and I followed without a word.
"What's going on?" I asked them as we were sprinting to the far left of the castle.
Jasper, without taking his eyes away from the endless hallways, said, "Alice had a vision. Aro and Marcus are having a fight. It could get ugly."
As soon as I had the necessary details, my last question being where the fight was taking place, I took myself to the scene, in the blink of an eye.
Vampires were everywhere in the courtyard. Some of them hung about in two, three story windows, to get a better view. Aro and Marcus stood in the very middle of the commotion, each with 50 or so vampires behind them.
"What's going on?" I murmured to the closest vampire at hand.
I had chosen Jane to explain things to me. In the excitement, she didn't even seem to notice who she was talking to.
"Aro read Marcus's mind. Apparently Marcus was thinking something that Aro didn't like, and then this erupted." She said in a rushed tone.
I don't know what Marcus had been thinking about, and I may never find out, but in that second I decided to escape.
I ran to a dark corner to teleport, seeing as no one knew of my second power yet, and it'd be a waste to tell them now, but I ran into Elsie. She was carrying a broom and a duster, wearing a dirty white dress. Or maybe a clean brown dress, I thought, disgusted by the Volturi.
"Hello," I said softly, before she could squeal with surprise. "My name is Bella, and I'm going to run away from here."
Her questioning look told me that she was wondering something along the lines of, "Why is this strange lady telling me this?" so I quickly said, "Would you like to come with me?"
She paused for a second, but then nodded with enthusiasm. My eyes scanned around the room, looking for the best way out, when she started to say something.
"Do you think that we coul—" she managed to get out before I shushed her. No vampires seemed to notice, though; they were all far too engrossed in the fight.
"We'll talk later," I explained to her in as quiet a voice as I thought that she could hear. She had been around vampires to long to not understand why.
I decided to try something, another test to my new skill. I whispered to Elsie that she should think of a place that she needs to go before we leave, and then grab my hand. She took very little time to react, and when I let go of her hand we were in a place even darker than our corner in the courtyard, and the room that we were standing in looked like a dungeon. I heard the surprised yelp of small children, and looking down I saw legs scrambling away.
"Elsie!" someone hissed as if they expected me not to hear. "Why did you bring one of them, here?!"
"Because," Elsie said with the tone of superiority, "she says that she wants to help. And even if she does kill us, I would rather die trying." She had an air of determination about her that seemed to draw the other children in.
There were seven in all, and the youngest two seemed to be three or four. Elsie told me, after we had explained the plan to the others, that she was the oldest at thirteen years old. This surprised me, even though it shouldn't have. The first time that I had seen her, I took her for a nine year old, but I suppose slavery makes one look smaller, especially when you're wearing a dirty old smock 4 sizes to big.
The youngest two I had guessed right on, their names where Erica and Tommy, Erica being the older of the two at four and a half, Tommy being just barely three. There was a boy named Michael who was seven, and Anna, who was ten. The one who had snapped at Elsie when we first got here was an eleven year old boy called Dice, though I doubted that that was his real name. He had a sensible, if not stubborn, head on his shoulders for someone of his young age.
The second oldest was around 12 years of age, and the others didn't know her name. She had never told them. I don't suppose that she was deaf, because she took directions without being told twice, and looked at your eyes when you talked to her, not your mouth, so she wasn't lip reading.
With all of these kids in tow, I thought of Forks. We all made the "trip" with no difficulty, but when we got to the town of my recent residence, I was shocked. There wasn't a single tree in sight, which is saying more in this town that it is in other places. I ran to Charlie's old house, after leaving the kids hiding in the nurse's room of Forks High, and found charred remains.
To all of you readers, because I know that your numbers are countless, I make this up as I go along.
One day I'll hit some serious writer's block, thinking, "Where in the world is this story going?!"
Feel free to give me ideas for a catastrophic event that will plunge our characters into a seemingly never-ending cornucopia of death, grief, and war.
Ha ha.