Chapter three, as promised. Enjoy, you fantastic people you.
And yes, you are fantastic because you actually read my stuff. It means so much (bursts into tears) SOOO much, I remember when I was just a lamb, and no one knew the stories... Sniff. (Clears throat.)
Ahem.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Duh. Like, obviously. Otherwise I'd be a millionaire. And I wouldn't be writing Fanfiction.
"Hey!" the vampire hisses. "Get off!"
I don't move, terrified. I have just tackled a vampire. Who probably has more experience than me at being a vampire. Oh, why did I just do that? I swallow hard, and the vampire gives me a funny look. It's a girl, I see. Pink hair. Why does she have pink hair? Is that a natural colour for vampires?
"Nice hair," I stutter. She looks surprised for a second before grinning broadly at me. She probably dyed it. Ahahahaha. Let's hope she doesn't kill me...
"Thanks. It matches my nails." Her Italian accent rings in the air. She holds up her right hand and I see bright neon-pink nails. "Please get off," she adds, sounding slightly impatient.
What have I got to lose? The thought makes me freeze for a second, but I get off the vampire girl- well, woman, really. She looks about twenty-three, twenty-four. She stands up and brushes herself off delicately. She's wearing dark skinny jeans, a pink (again) tank top and a short denim jacket. Her feet are bare like mine. She turns her gaze to me then and smiles. I still amen't used to how beautiful vampires are.
"I'm Trudy," she says dramatically, sticking out a manicured hand. I shake it quickly. "What's your name?" she asks.
"An-" Oh my god, is it okay to give my name? "-gela. Angela." I repeat lamely. She frowns but shrugs. She's wearing pink lipstick, as well. This girl has a serious color obsession.
"It's okay if you don't want to tell me," she says. "But I'll tell you it can't be more embarrassing than mine."
"Trudy?" I say. It's not that bad.
"Ermintrude," she says, shuddering melodramatically. She sees my bewildered face and smiles. "I was born in the twenties. My mother thought it was a 'cool' name. So," she says abruptly, "What's a newborn doing in a small town like this?"
I shrink slightly under her scutinising face. "I... What's a newborn?"
"A newly turned vampire. So..?" She's so stubborn.
"I was turned by a couple of sadists right before they murdered my family," I say bluntly. She gasps, after an almost unnoticeable pause. Almost.
"That's against regulations!" she says, frowning.
"Regulations?" I ask, confused. She gives me a sympathetic -and slightly patronising- look.
"Of course you wouldn't know... See, us vampires have a- a royal family, who are named the Volturi. I am one of their scouts. I make sure the rules are upheld, and that incidences like yours-" Okay, interesting way of putting it. "-don't, well. Happen."
"So you'll find them?" I ask eagerly. "You know who did it?"
She shakes her head, as if she's loath to admit that there's something in the world she doesn't know. "I was told to come here after something...conspicuous came up, but I don't know-"
"They called themselves Vic and Val!" I tell her quickly. She raises an eyebrow.
"Really?" she looks me up and down. "Say...Angela... What would you say to coming back to the Volturi Castle with me?"
"Why?" I ask. She smiles.
"You have important information! We need to catch Vic and Val before they repeat their actions!" she trills. I look behind me. I could stay... And, you know, sit in my house until the police arrive. Yeah, because I can explain that. I turn back to Trudy and nod uncertainly. She beams.
"Wonderful!" she grabs my elbow and then we're running, running, running through the forest. The wind feels great on my face, whipping my hair out behind me, making me feel alive. I snort. Aren't vampires dead? But I don't think they actually killed me, they just bit me and made it feel like I was being burned alive.
"Wait!" I shout. Trudy turns, her pink hair swaying to an invisible breeze. "Where is- where are the Volturi?"
"Italy," she replies carelessly. Oh, of course. That's why she has an Italian accent. I feel stupid, standing there.
"How are we going to get to, um, Italy?" I ask. She laughs patronizingly, and the sound tinkles in the air.
"I have a jet," she explains, like I'm five years old. I nod, not really understanding how she could have a... Oh, wow, she has her own private plane! How cool is that? Trudy catches my expression and laughs again.
"Where is that music coming from?" she asks suddenly. I tilt my head, mirroring her, looking for the music. It's a mix of drumbeat and acoustic guitar, almost a melody. I notice Trudy giving me another funny look.
"What?" I ask. She shakes her head, and gives another broad smile. She's showing too many teeth for comfort.
"Alec will like you," she comments. I frown.
"Alec?"
"He's part of the Volturi's Guard," she smiles. "His skill is quite exceptional."
"Like, carpentry?" I ask. Skill?
"Oh, nothing like that!" Trudy laughs. "He can bring about a white cloud-like substance which puts the people- and vampires, of course- into a deep...sleep, I suppose you could call it. A coma sort of state."
"Why?" I ask. So he can put people to 'sleep'. Well, I do that every night by myself, without his help. What's so great about that?
"It's rather useful in a fight," Trudy smiles. That smile is starting to get on my nerves. I think it over. If all your enemies are asleep...okay, useful. But it's not fair play. Anyway! Every moment in this damn forest is a moment that Vic and Val could be using to hurt people!
"Shall we go?" I say brusquely. She gives me a grin, showing too many teeth again.
"Of course, Angela."
She turns and runs, and I follow her, reveling at the speed that I can move at, at the strength I can feel myself exhorting. The forest should be a green-brown blur, but I can see everything perfectly, as if there's a magnifying glass in front of my face. Another odd thing is that I can't hear any wildlife. What's that all about? Are they scared of the big bad vampires? I think it over. Maybe they're right to be scared. They wouldn't stand a chance against me, let alone Trudy.
And there it is: in a clearing, reflecting the sunlight in a cool shimmer, looking sleek and, more importantly, fast, is Trudy's (the Volturi's?) jet. It's small, a three-seater, and it looks like a pilot's heaven. Trudy opens the glass top and hops into the pilots seat. She fastens her seatbelt (chuckling ironically) and waves at me, patting the seat beside her. She fixes me with an almost hungry smile. I shake my head. It's not hungry! What am I thinking? Shock must be making me hallucinate.
I climb into the seat, and feel the seat buck slightly. I must have sat down harder than I thought. Trudy ignores this and, smiling beatifically, she closes the top the the plane and-
Help!
She drives the plane into the sky without running it off the ground. It's terrifying. The plane is coughing, choking on exhaust, as the sky swivels sickeningly and the ground swirls below. I shut my eyes, trying not to throw up.
"Oh, it's not so bad, surely..?" Trudy asks, slightly scornful. I open my eyes. The plane has righted itself, and the ground is flying by underneath us. I wave a finger at Trudy, hysterical.
"You could have k-killed us!" I shriek. She laughs.
"Vampires aren't as fragile as petty humans, Angela. You should trust me, really..." she trails off.
I can see the coast, in the distance. I'm leaving America, going to Italy. I wonder whether I'll ever come back. Homesickness runs over me in waves and I stare out the window so that Trudy can't see my face.
I notice that I still am not tired. I hate that. I never knew how much sleep meant to me- I love sleeping. Call me lazy, but it was one of my favourite hobbies. One of the things I was best at, too. Sleeping, dreaming... Do vampires sleep? I don't think so, because it's daylight now and I'm still wide awake. I hate this. Maybe, after Vic and Val have been caught...
A plan forms in my head.
Well, three chapters down, yay. I actually have a plot for this story, so I'm quite happy, actually. Is Trudy as nice and helpful as she seems..? Find out in chapter four! Or five, I'm not sure, haven't written it yet...
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