Chapter 10
REMEMBERING
DISCLAIMER: TWILIGHT BELONGS TO STEPHANIE MEYER. DUH, OTHERWISE, MY FANFICTION WOULD NOT BE A FANFICTION NOW WOULD IT.
Marcus POV.
As Caius and I hurry after Felix through the winding, twisting corridors that made up only a small fraction of the huge building that everyone that makes up the Volturi know of as home, I feel a small twinge of excitement. Finally, I will meet the source of all this chaos, the human who, through her actions and (undoubtedly) the actions and mistakes of others, had a vampire-a being that is supposedly consistent and never changing-this Edward Cullen change, change in an impossible and quite possibly permanent way. A human; who caused a vampire...to attempt to end his life so as he could be with her in death. I must say that I am looking forward to meeting this Bella Swan.
Aro will no doubt want to turn her; he is spellbound by her ability to block Edward Cullen from reading her mind. Indeed Aro will probably wish to see if her power can block him from her mind, and I have no doubt that, he will eventually want Jane to try to use power on Miss Swan. I hope, for this Bella's sake, that Jane's power is rendered useless when it comes to her, otherwise Miss Bella will be in for a whole world of pain.
Bella POV
Edward looks nervous, and Alice is being strangely quiet. Aro is freaking me out; he just keeps staring at me and smiling. I think that there is a good chance that he is a sex offender-boy; I wish that I had my pepper spray on me just so as I could wipe that smile off his face. Seriously-it is creeping me out.
It is as I am thinking these thoughts-which could probably be construed as offensive-about one of the trio of the vampire kings that I realise, for possibly the first time what I want to come from this, shall I say, high-strung trip to Italy. I want...to go home...with Edward...And I want things to go back to the way they were...I want Edward, Alice and I, to walk away from here...unscathed, together. I want this story to end with a happily ever after...were the princess and her prince, overcome the evil facing them, were the two stroll contentedly into the sunset, get married, have the kingdom rejoice in their marriage and...Of course, get their well-deserved happy ending.
It is here that I have shake myself; it is here that once again I have to remind myself that life is not a fairytale. Happy endings do not-cannot-exist. My life alone is proof of that. Instead of embracing the usual routine, instead of accepting the simple fact that in real life there is no such thing as a happy ending all there is-is disappointment I foolishly tried to go after my prince, after my happy ending. However it turns out that sometimes the prince does not want the princess and neither does the kingdom, and occasionally you do not get to walk in the sunset and-as is well documented-no one ever gets a truly happy ending, except perhaps, in books. Now, I face the consequence of my mistake, and I have to ask myself, was it worth it? Here I am, facing death, for trying to get my happy ending and my prince, my Edward. I stare into the blood-red eyes of Aro and glance about the room searching for a friendly face, but seeing only bloodlust and indifference in the eyes of all the Volturi. I realise that just getting to spend those few short months with Edward, which were perfect (in my opinion anyway) then I am happy with my story. After all is that not what we are all, (which in my case is soon to be were) living-a story.
Heh, I like that...Bit of shame that my story ends here even if I do say so myself, I mean if my thoughts continued to be as deep as that epiphany, then maybe I could have been a philosopher. I hope Charlie will be ok without me, really, I do not know how he survived without me for almost 17 years-he cannot cook at all. Renee will be fine, she has Phil and I suppose Charlie has Billy and his friends in Forks. Once I am dead, Victoria will have no reason to hurt anyone, the pack will no longer need to protect Forks from vampires once I, trouble magnet that I am, am out of the picture. Jacob will be able to find his imprint once I am gone, after all I will not be there to distract him. The Cullens...may feel slightly guilty for a decade or so, but then they will be able to move on seeing, as I never meant anything to them. I suppose it is better for everyone that I am going to die.
However, before Aro (who may I just say, is still staring at me) ends my life I really need to tell him to invest in central heating, I feel like an ice cube I am so cold! It is as I hear Edward's deep guttural growl that I realise that there has been a whole conversation going on over my head. They had better not have made any major decisions without me. Like how I am going to die etc. I know that it should not matter a huge deal to me but if I am going to die, I want to do it my way. To be honest I would rather no one tried to drain me dry, but vampires never do care what I want so I guess I will just have to deal.
Marcus POV
As I stand outside of the doors of the throne room I have to conclude that "the small twinge of excitement" that I had been feeling previously, has escalated to fully-fledged exhilaration. I long to meet Bella Swan and as far as I am concerned the doors to the throne room cannot open fast enough. I want to see what she looks like, what her voice sounds like and how she acts in this situation where she is most definitely out of her depth.
Felix hands both Caius and I our robes and as I tug mine on, I notice that Caius is still wearing a scowl. "Are you still upset about losing brother?" I question him hoping to ease the tension-filled atmosphere. It is at times like these that I have to question if Caius is a descendent of the gorgons, as the look he shoots me is so filled of anger, that I am shocked that I have not dropped down dead.
"I did not lose, brother," Oh hell, Caius hates me. When he gets mad, there have been times that I think that concerning how he handles his hate-he is worse than Jane is. Jane will torture you, it is true, but Caius gives even vampires (such as me) nightmares. "I LET you win." Caius' voice is so full of malice that I am not surprised that I give an involuntary shudder. "I did not wish for you to regress back into your comatose state, so I let you win." I have to fight the urge to laugh at Caius' serious expression; scary as he is I do find his issues with controlling his pride filled anger incredibly amusing. I do hope that he manages to swallow his rage, I do not want him scaring the poor defenceless human; she will be upset enough learning that Cullen is not her mate and because of his actions, she must now chose between either
A) death
Or
B) Joining the Volturi.
She should not need to look at Caius' surly face.
"Masters," Felix begins, "It is time to in, are you ready?" I really wish to yell at Felix that I have been ready to meet Bella Swan for the past five hours, but thankfully, Caius answers for me. "Yes we are ready to go in now Felix." Not a moment too soon, the huge, ornate doors swing open and as we step into the room, I am struck with the most mouth-watering scent that I have ever smelt. It is...Floral, with a hint of vanilla...and...Is that cinnamon? Clearly, this is the smell of Bella Swan –I must say that she is possibly the best smelling human...ever. I may tell her so later, but maybe that would be considered creepy.
I look up at Aro and notice that he is doing his sinister stare again. Poor Bella, the remainder of her days as a human will require therapy after she had to try to look at that. As I walk forward, I crane my head to try to catch a better look of Bella Swan...and that is when she turns to look at me with her huge chocolate eyes, and I find myself suddenly paralysed to the spot. As she looks at me I begin to notice various things about her-things like; her heart-shaped face, her impossibly pale skin-that makes her look almost like a vampire herself, her full lips, her slightly upturned nose which I can describe only as adorable, and of course her eyes-her eyes that seem as though they are pathway to her very soul. She is perfect, beautiful-just like her name.
However, amidst all this perfection I can see the pain that she is feeling below the surface. The pain that is evident in the way that she holds herself, in the dark patches below her eyes and in the hollowness of her cheeks-she has been broken and I want nothing more than to fix her and kill whoever hurt her in this way. My unexpected protectiveness leaves me stunned. What exactly is this girl to me? I quickly check my bonds. What I discover bewilders me and gives me only one thing to mutter quickly, below my unnecessary breath. * "Cazzo!" *
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*NB: "CAZZO" IS AN ITALIAN CURSE WORD. IF YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT MEANS...google it.