Sorry I haven't updated lately – I was at dads and left some stuff I needed over at mums, so we all had to wait for two weeks. Opps... well, I just hope a new Chapter raises everyone's spirits until the horrible next Tuesday to come. School. I only have a week left and I ain't happy about it. Dunno if I'll be able to put out another Chapter for either of my Twilight stories in the next week, so enjoy!
The next few weeks were horrible: I found out the Volturi had bargained that I could live if I stayed here a few extra months; Also, I found that my child, with vampire blood in it, was growing at half the rate of a normal baby (Truthfully, I'm just thankful I'm not going to be like Bella and have my child within a month); Everyone was swarming around me too much for my comfort, and at the rate my hormonal mood swings were going, someone was going to be dead by the end of the week; and to top everything off, some relative of Aro's is coming this evening and the Volturi keep decorating every square inch of this castle of doom. Including me. I just hope that, lying down as I am, I'm not going to be mistaken for a lamp.
Chelsea, Renata and Heidi were in charge of decorations – funnily enough. Actually I was surprised they hadn't covered everything in bleach and cleaning products. This relative of Aro's must be pretty darn important. I just hope it isn't his son, Jesus. I mean, what do you say to the guy who more than two thirds of the world believes is the 'Messiah' and some Holy man? Oh gee hi. I think I broke, let's see, all of the Commandments and... Can I have a yearly 'sins forgotten' card? I've been meaning to get one of those off you for ages. I'm a very naughty girl, and to have a sin free year would just be jolly!
Ah...No. I don't think so.
Fingers crossed it's not Jesus. And another thing: I better not have to talk to the idiot. Least, I reckon it's probably an idiot – Aro's a vampire on happy pills and I just think that maybe it could run in the family...
It was around midnight, and I was extremely busy lounging on a couch that cost around the same as my human mention, picking the dirt from under my nails and flicking it into the holes dug randomly by who knows who. This couch looks like if fell out of my mum's Tupperware cupboard, with all the holes in it, it looks like a microwave bowl. Anyway, it was midnight-ish when Renata walks into the lounge room from the throne room next door. When I took a glance at her, she was wearing a red silken dress that was low cut around her knees, sparkling stilettos and her hair in a fancy fashion. The outfit probably was worth more than the couch.
I turned back to flicking dirt from under my nails and without warning Renata slips her arms under my arm pits and lifts me up so I'm airborne. My toes dangled a few centimetres off the ground – darn it why am I so short compared to everyone?
I pulled a face as she started walking with me out through the stone arch and up the stairs, double-time. In other words, vampire speed. "Mr. Volturi will not be happy with you in your present state. Didn't someone tell you to get into formal clothes? Master hasn't seen his Grandson since Rome fell." She interrogated me at the same time as using a matter-of-fact voice. We stopped outside my room, and she put me on my feet. Finally.
Grandson? At least it's not Jesus, though the way she said 'Mr.' made me think not only was this person important, but Renata fancied his looks. "It may have been established during the day, yes." I admitted with a mumble. I pushed open my door and sighed, a little annoyed. I honestly didn't think anyone would notice me missing anyway...
"I'll wait outside, and we aren't going downstairs until you're wearing something descent." Renata told me paiently before closing the door.
"Yes mum." I called out, knowing she could hear. I waited and listened before hearing a low chuckle. Satisfied, I walked over to my closet and opened the doors dramatically. "Whatever shall I wear? Whatever shall I do?" I resighted the lines from a Garfield comic I'd read in the news paper a few weeks before I came to Forks. My closet didn't exactly cover the word 'Descent'. For example, I didn't exactly think to bring a ball grown or a cocktail party dress. I brought a few pants, one or two tops and a skirt. The skirt was white, and so were one of the tops I had – both were the same style too, so I pull the skirt on and pulled the top over it. I'd had a shower this morning so I don't think I need another.
I went to the mirror, pulled my hair up, and then decided I wanted it down before brushing my teeth for no reason, pulling some silver Pandora brackets on and a matching necklace. Then, I applied some mascara, some eye shadow and pulled on one of the three pairs of shoes I had – silver slip on shoes. I had a small lump over my abdomen, which looked to be at the stage of two months, even though it had only been one since I was impregnated. Overall, I looked to be wearing a dress which was bloody good enough for me and Mr. Volturi as far as I'm concerned.
I opened the door and found Renata leaning over nails, squinting. I couldn't see anything wrong with them, and wondered why a vampire, with perfect sight, would be squinting at her own nails. She looked up at me with a sigh, smiled and then looked at me apologetically when I glanced at her nails.
"I swear I can see a small break in my nail polish. It's like the end of a hair has ever so lightly touched one of them, though I swear nothing got within two feet of them when they were drying." She pushed herself from the wall and studied me carefully. "How tragic." The corner of my mouth pulled up slightly.
"It is when we're meeting someone so important. He could notice these things, you know." She informed me then frowned at my shoes. "You should go shopping with Heidi, though I'm perfectly sure that you'll do for now, if that's the best in your closet." When I nodded, unaffended, she grinned and linked arms with me. My eyes widen a bit at this gesture before see started walking off with me and my arm. So, I ran to catch up with her and keep her speed so I wouldn't have to be dragged.
But the gesture was very odd to me – I can't recall the last time I had been dressed formally and on the way to a party with someone. Sure, year ten dance, but that was the last time; not only was it the year I was bitten, but girls like me were thought of 'out-casts' back then. Pretty, but hated by the popular chicks. Doesn't mean I didn't get the occasional popular male boyfriend, but it just didn't mean females interacted that well with me then.
Renata stopped suddenly before the door to the throne room that was linked with the room I was lounging in not twelve minutes ago. She inhaled deeply before turning to me. "Smile." She whispered encouragingly before following her own advise and opening the door.
Everyone was in formal clothing, interacting with each other quietly. Eyes turned to us entering – some lingered, other didn't. Everyone was here from bother the Volturi and the Cullens. I searched for Andrew. Locking eyes with him, I smiled and he winked, sending me blushing a little. I was about to walk towards him when Renata practically dragged me over to my right.
There was a man I'd never met before, obviously Aro's Grandson, engaged in a conversation with Aro. Mr. Volturi had Heidi to his right and Chelsea to his left, flanking him like to teens over a hot movie star. They just couldn't keep their eyes off him. From the side view I was getting, he had black-brown hair like Aro, but cut short in a spiky fashion, like most males do these days. Mr Voltui looked around the age twenty-eight to me. He looked the usual muscular buff in his tux – but then again so did everyone else I saw that was male.
Renata dragged me up to the side of Aro with her – Chelsea blocking me from Mr's view. It was like the four were in a very important group conversation that was top secret and no one else was allowed to interrupt.
Renata stood there patiently, but I'm not that type. After a few seconds I cleared my throat, and doing so got a glare from Renata. But Aro stopped talking in mid sentence and chuckled lightly as if he'd heard a joke from the other side of the room.
"Ah yes. Daem, this is Renata, one of my Guards and Genna, a guest and mate of one of the wolves." Chelsea moved her body so we were now included and seen. Mr. Daem Volturi resembled Aro as much as Edward resembled a shoe – there was none. I frowned, a little confused.
"Nice to meet you both. If you don't mind me asking, what is your power Renata?" Daem asked in a purr of a voice. I almost gagged at the way Renata reacted. She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled coyly.
"I can cause people to wonder." She answered in a suggestive voice. I just turned to look for Andrew again, but before I had even looked away, Daem started talking again, causing me to face back at the speaker, not wanting to be rude. "Wonderful. And Genna, I've heard so little about you. Are you, in fact, a vampire? Aro has not spilled the beans on anything about you. I'm so intrigued." He winked at me and I felt Renata nudge me and shift her feet.
"Umm..." I was unsure of what to say. "I'm vampire, I guess. Half-breed because I'm both wolf and vampire." I turned my head to the side quickly to look for Andrew, failed and turned quickly back to Daem.
He suddenly looked familiar...
"Really? How amazing, and yet so odd." He turned back to his Grandfather and I snuck a look at Renata who looked like she was alcohol. "Have you gathered information about Genna? Do you know if she's of use to the Volturi?" Daem asked Aro.
I sighed mentally. I'm right here – and I do speak.
"The only half vampire and half werewolf in the world as far as I know. Genna is of high use to the Volturi – as she's a vampire, she also has a power, and none I've ever seen before; she's like a reflector to everyone with a power. Every power that someone does she reverses. Instead of I seeing every thought of hers, she see's all of mine. Also, she's a werewolf but unstoppable: a wolf bigger than I've ever seen and even then, she had added specialties, like spikes out her back, unbreakable skin and a highly impenetrable body, even as she is now. Felix and Genna got into a brawl and went Felix landed a kick that should have wounded even the strongest of us, Genna was merely left with a small bruise."
Daem looked at me considerably and I just stared bluntly at him. Renata sighed and whispered to me, "Thirtsy?" I nodded but told her to get me some human food because all the drinks they had was human blood.
Aro and Daem looked to me having a mind conversation – Daem would touch Aro and Aro would nod, shake his head, smile or chuckle. I flexed my wrist and dicided that I wasn't needed here, but when I took a step towards everyone else, Someone grabbed my arm.
"Would you come with me for a moment? I need to speak to you privately." Daem whispered in my ear, I leaned away and was about to tell him where he could stick his talk, before he dragged me out into the lounge room like a doll – everyone was simply dragging me around today. What is this? Drag hour?
I stubbornly dug my feet into the floor and leaned backwards, not that it made any difference to how much I weigh, but it was a silent protest as I left dents in the floor where ever my feet were.
Daem pulled me into the room, let me go before closing the door behind him. So much for private – if you lean in close enough then any vampire could hear everything in this room and beyond.
He circled me slowly before sighing and walking up to a wall, staring at an old painting of Aro.
"You do know who my Grandfather is?" he questioned me without moving.
"I'm not three and I'm not stupid. Everyone knows whose Grandson you are." I retorted back to him and sat down, annoyed.
"Aronne Ehno Pancrazio Volturi." Daem sighed. Was that something in Italian?
"Pardon?" I blurted out, as confused as a dog at a cross-road.
"That's my Grandfather's name, but Aronne is shortened to Aro." He explained, never turning from the painting, but it didn't mean he didn't move.
I had to stop myself from laughing. Aronne? What is that, a girls name?
"And would you like to know what his name means? I looked up my relatives names when I was bored one evening."
I shrugged. "Shoot."
"Exalted, a protector, supreme ruler and bloodsucker." He chuckled lightly on the last word.
"That just about sums him up." I exclaimed with a smile. His was all those, funnily enough. Does this mean that your name makes your future? Chooses your path of life? What does my name mean then? I don't even know my full name because my parents left me on the door step of Ms. Whitefield's home, the towns widowed old lady. Her daughter had run off at the age of sixteen, and her husband had died in World War Two. All, she said, that she found me with was a note with the name 'Genna' on it. The rest of the name was scribbled on but because it was raining that night, water had leaked onto a good portion of the paper, making the ink wet and un-readable.
"So Volturi means bloodsucker, coincidently." Daem confirmed with me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Aro met a young women some time after her was changed, and fell in love. Her name was Mary Magdalene and at the time Aro had changed his name to Joseph. You should know these two as Mary the Virgin and Joseph, from the Christian religion."
Daem turned his face slightly as if to check that I was paying attention. I simply nodded – I knew up until Jesus' death...
"She became pregnant on the night that Aro had made a different tea for her – Mary had a bad reaction and started hallucinating, claiming she could she an angle after they had spent the night together. When the reaction ended, she thought herself still a virgin (A/N: sorry if there are any Christians that are reading this – believe what you may and I am not going against your religion. Sorry if this offends anyone) and was pregnant. Within a month a baby was born, but Mary barely survived. The boy was named Jesus Raffaele Salvatore Yusef Volturi, and that means God will help, God heals, Saviour, he will enlarge and, of course, bloodsucker. Jesus was known as Jesus Ba Yusef, which means son of Joseph. He was the first half-human half-vampire, and had the power to heal. He disliked his father and went against Aro, for Aro wanted Jesus for himself for power – Jesus could not only heal humans but also vampires."
I gulped – everything didn't seem so informative in Aro's head.
"Aro went to Rome and poised as the Roman Chief, Head of the Army, and had Jesus crucified. The crucification killed Jesus' human side, leaving him unconscious and full vampire. Of course, we don't have a pulse and were stone cold, so everyone thought Jesus to be dead. And, changing into a vampire takes roughly three to four days, so when Jesus was buried it was three days before he rose again, as a true vampire. Some of his followers got into his chambers and they were lucky to have lived. Jesus hadn't been seen since by humans in that part of the world – those that did didn't recognize him because her died his hair and changed his name. He found a half-breed like he once was and loved her. They had a baby boy and named him Daemon Massimo Volturi."
I stopped breathing and froze. Now I know why he looked familiar. Daemon, as in the Daemon from Alice's past vision!
"And my name means supernatural being, the greatest and bloodsucker." He continued on.
I resumed breathing but fanned my face, trying to calm myself down.
"Everyone called me Daem, and I have the power to change myself to different periods during my life, for example I could change to what I would look like as a vampire four year old, or a seventy year old. My mother died while having me and my father hasn't been seen since. I, to make things shorter, fell in love with a beautiful young human girl. Her hair like white velvet...so beautiful! But, she was also in a horrible position; my young love was losing her mind in that house she lived in – tortured by her father, beaten by her brother, and she was locked in a prison cell! Her mother had moved off to a different house, taking my love with her, but she escaped, and went to her father's only because she had seen it burn down in flames – she loved then no matter what they did to her. I took my love and help her through her nights were she lay screaming in a cell were no one could hear her. She was sixteen at the time when she gave birth to my son. He had fine white hair and beautiful eyes. My love almost died and screamed at me to take our son and help him have a life she could have had. I left the boy at my love's mother's, watching him grow even though he didn't know it."
I felt sad and pitted the girl – I had a horrible feeling at first that it was Alice, but she didn't have white hair, nor did she say she had a son.
"At my love's nineteenth birthday, I was spotted by a vampire who hunted on others, and he tried to take my love away and kill her. I bit her – knowing that would save her, and yet when she escaped I never saw her again."
Daemon turned towards me, his face filled with grief.
"The problem here that you've got to take into understanding are four things – four things I lied to you about, and two truths I haven't told you yet." Daemon sounded so sad, and I was lost for words. Was this his history? Unbelievable.
I just nodded.
"One of the truths was that my love was a werewolf from her mother's side. The first lie is that I didn't bite her at nineteen, I bit her at eight. It took eleven years for the venom to change her. One lie was, her hair wasn't white. No, no it was a deep black that flowed to her back. The third lie was that I never saw her again; I did and I watched her as she found a new love. Another lie was that the baby was not a boy, but a girl."
I almost fainted.
"And another truth is that that baby was you. The third truth is that my love is still alive, and known as Alice Cullen."
I closed my eyes and gasped for breath. No. Alice can't be my mother. Daemon can't be my father. This is all just a crazy imagination I'm dreaming up that seems all to real and...
Oh. My. Good. God. And. His. Little. Flamingos.
"Gennaveeve Bellona Valarina Randea Volturi, which means, gem, beautiful women, constant victory, wolf shield and, to top it off, bloodsucker. Ms. Whitefield was Alice's mum, who changed back to her maiden name the day she spilt with Alice's father. Alice flowered into the most wanted Volturi member, and not just for Aro's usage. Mine too."
Daemon took a few steps towards me, a very sad but happy grin on his face. "I'm your father, Jesus is your grandfather, Aro's you great-grandfather. Alice is your mother, the Cullens are related to you because of venom relating them – Carlisle is you Grandfather by venom and Esme your Grandmother."
I...have to sit down. Not only am I pregnant, but I'm related – blood related – to two of the most powerful clans in the world.
Well, this took forever, my back hurts and I'm sure as Hell sleeping in tomorrow – Ouch! – and I hope you can all see why I needed the peice of paper with all the darn names on it – leaving it at mums didn't help and including when I'd spent ages trying to find good names! Ugh!
Sorry to all religions people that I have or may possibly will offend/offended.
P.S. I happen to know all that stuff about Christians because I go to a Catholic school and I have to do Christian Studies there, so no, I didn't Google...much...of it. Tehehe!
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