Last Time:
His tone did not surprise me. He often used it on the Guard to scare information out of them.
My expression did not change, and I added a lazy smile. "Then I shall retreat to my chambers, also." I rose, turned, and left for my room.
As I lay on my royal red covers of the four poster bed, I closed my eyes and pretended to be human, feeling the sun hit my cold skin, the warmth seeped through me little by little. Didyme and I often did this.
If I closed my eyes, i could imagine her next to me. The wind carrying her voice to my ears, and the sun hitting my skin was her soft, gentle touch.
Yes, what Aro did would never be forgiven.
That is why I have decided to help little Isabella Hale over throw the Volturi. What a glorious leader she would make.
'I love you, Marcus.' I smiled at Didyme's wind disguised voice.
I'd never drag them in battles that I can't handle unless
I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
Like Toy Soldiers - Eminem.
Bella POV
This was fucking bullshit. I stared at the dead bird intensely.
''Moarte va vine in viata.'' The dead bird twitched it's left wing. I tried to envision it standing on it's own two feet, beak proudly facing the sky.
It started convulsing, before chocking and dieing. Again. Fuck it!
"What are you doing?" A voice snapped me from my attempt at resurrecting the dead bird. I turned around quickly, snapping my teeth at Jane.
"You had to do that?" I asked sarcastically. She shrugged innocently.
"You're trying to bring Didyme back to life, huh?" She asked, but made it sound like she knew everything. "People think you're so hearltess and cold. But you won't kill Marcus, will you? You're going to bring his wife back."
I sighed. The bitch knew me better than I did.
"Jane," I paused. "Marcus is helping us. If you want something, you have to give something." I said, keeping my leader composure.
"Stop it, Bella." She said gently. "Stop stressing yourself. You're a great leader. I know, without a single fucking doubt, that you will achieve this goal." She laid a hand on my shoulder, before teasing. "It's so good to be taller than someone."
I just smirked. I couldn't use her own power on her, it sort of fizzled out against it's natural source.
"When Alec and I were still living in the village, we were accused of being witches." She said, motioning for me to sit down with her. I listened to the older girl, and lay on my back with my head resting in her lap.
She ran her fingers through my hair in her calming 'Big sister' mode.
"We said we weren't." Her eyes found mine and held amusement. "But we lied." I looked at her quizzically.
"You're a Witch?" I asked.
"I wanna say flesh and blood. But.." She trailed off laughing lightly. I smiled and laughed a little, so she knew my opinion of her wouldn't change.
"Aro saved you, right?" I asked, spiting Aro's name like it was poison.
"No." She said bluntly, but gently. I looked at her, again confused. "Marcus did. He let everyone think it was Aro. Marcus is the one who sired us both." She twisted a lock around her elegant fingers.
"I actually kept some spell books, you know. They didn't call us 'The Witch Twins' for nothing." She said grinning. I sat up and hugged her.
"Thank you. You'll really help me?" I knew I sounded pathetic. I was the one who needed to b in charge. The one that they came to, not the ones that I go to.
"Don't beat yourself up about it. Alec, go get our books!" She yelled out to her brother, who was no doubt only a half-mile away.
"Aye-aye, Captain!" He laughed back, causing us to roll over laughing.
Alec was quite lively, and a lot less sadistic than Jane. Actually, he was calmer and more laid-back than her too. But he had fiercely proved himself to be just as vicious in a fight. At times, he could be ruthless, self centred and vulnerable. But he also had a sensitivity to just.. snapping.
I remember when Jane came to my aid when I was still a newborn and was learning how to fight. When Jane got hurt, Alec went completely void of emotion.
Our enemy stood there, delighted that he had taken down two strong vampires. Well, one strong vampire I guess. I wasn't that strong yet. Then, he attacked without warning, as quickly as he lunged, the enemies head was rolling on the ground.
I loved Alec for that. He was fiercely protective of our tight-knit group. He tended to keep his emotions on a tight leesh in the public eye, but alone, he was really a cute little teddy.
"Here you go, ladies." Alec announced, handing me the book.
"Thank you, Alec." I smiled.
"No problemo!" He grinned, plopping down in front of Jane and I. "What are we teaching her?"
"She is going to resurrect Didyme." Jane said matter-of-factly. Alec's expression fell.
"If that backfires, she'll die, Jane. There's a potential that she would just be swapping places with Didyme." He tried to keep his voice completely calm, but it started cracking at the end.
I reached out, tapping my foot against his. "Well, with two great teachers, the chances are slim to none." Jane announced proudly, puffing her chest out.
Alec tapped his foot against mine and smiled. "You better be careful." I could see the worry in his clear red eyes. I nodded.
"Besides, the whole 'She may die' thing is only if a human casts the spell!" Jane announced happily, but the dark edge still hung from her words.
I lifted the leather bound book into my lap.
"Who's this?" I asked, pointing to the painting of an old woman with greying hair and piercing grey eyes. She was extremely pale, and even though she was old, had no wrinkles. She wore a huge puffy dress, but sat elegantly on a stool with her hands in her lap.
"That's our Grandma. This was her book, originally." Alec explained. I only nodded, flipping through the pages of the heavy book.
Oh yes. This was definately getting interesting.