Hey- new chapter! Please review, I don't own Twilight, enjoy... Not entirely happy with this, but I can't seem to edit more than a couple of times, in case I get sick of the story. Happy Day!
You know one of the bad things about me when I was human? I got that special sort of ear-ache in planes, but it seemed to be worse with me than anyone else I know. Knew. The kind of pain where you want to scratch your ears out, just so you won't feel like beavers are attached to your head anymore. Well, I don't have it anymore. No ear-ache, sickness, nausea, anything. I should be happy, right? But I'm not. It's one more reminder that I can't go back, that everything is different and I'm just...just there, trying not to do anything stupid again, like going off the path in the forest or tell psycho vampires my name.
Trudy gives me a sideways look. I see her smirk before turning her attention back to the skies. I don't know why. Maybe I look weird, or something. Maybe she has a nervous tick in her lips? I hate being on this cramped plane, we've been on it for at least a couple of hours and. It. Sucks. Big time. I tried starting a conversation, and Trudy just rolled her eyes or went 'mmhmm', like she couldn't care less about what I was saying. I glare at the sun, unnerved by how I don't need to look away after a few seconds.
I don't need to turn my red eyes away. Scarlet, maroon, I can't think of any correct colour description other than 'the same as blood'. Bah. I'm hungry. Trudy wordlessly reaches behind us and hands me a bottle with a cork in it. I must be really obvious... Oh well.
I take it mutely. I'm so bored, too. I look at the clear glass bottle, labelled with yellow Sharpie. 'D. Montgomery- 03.05.2011'. Two days ago. Red liquid fills it, sloshing less than wine would. Blood, so it seems. I uncork it and take a long swig, shutting my eyes fervently. It fills my mouth, coats my throat as it goes down. It tastes...like salt, and copper, but it's good, like I'll die without it. I'll burn if I don't take it. It tastes like life.
Actually, I might burn. I don't know how this vampire-thing works, and Trudy hasn't been exactly chatty since she got me on the plane. That bothers me a bit. I take another long, long swig and feel the burning decrease as I finish the bottle. I toss it down beside my feet and it shatters. I wince. I'm too strong.
"Sorry!" I say. Trudy gives me a sugar-coated smile.
"That's perfectly natural for one such as yourself," she states. It sounds like an insult. I spot land on the horizon.
"Are we there?" I ask eagerly, jumping up in my seat. She gives a discerning smile.
"That's Spain. We'll be there quite soon, don't worry."
"So, who do I talk to when I get there?" I ask eagerly. She turns to me sharply, and I cringe under the heat of her eyes.
"You talk to no one, understand?" she says coolly. "No matter what. No matter what they say, or I do, you will not speak a word. Is that understood, Angela?" I hesitate, and she slams her hand onto my arm. Ow. "Not one word. It's for your own safety..."
"What?"
"Oh, yes... The Volturi are a harsh people, and it's hard to know whether your story will make them take you under their wing, or get rid of you!"
"Why would they get rid of me?" I ask, feeling exposed. Get rid of me as in dead. Is no one on my side?
"You witnessed a fault in their system," she says sneering, almost as if she's enjoying this. Then she smiles again, sugary. "But if you leave it to me, everything will be okay. I promise."
I nod uncertainly. "I...I understand. I won't...say anything."
She turns back in her seat. "Good."
Okay then. Conversation over, I guess. I sink into my seat, not daring to ask for another bottle. I want it, though. I think, with a human mindset, I would've refused to even entertain the idea of drinking human blood. But I don't want to, now. I don't want to refuse it. It's like becoming a vegan. (Sorry, vegans, I don't know how you do it. When I was human, I couldn't.) I guess I could drink animal blood, but I don't think that would work. Would it make me sick? I don't know, and I'm not risking getting ill before Vic and Val are brought to justice.
The sky turns red on the horizon, and I groan mentally. Red, blood, scarlet, blood, maroon, burgundy, blood, blood blood, burning throat... God I'm bored.
I sit there, in silence, and start humming. I see Trudy twitch with irritation. I hum along to the melody I heard earlier, trying to remember the complicated drum patterns.
Trudy doesn't say anything, but I can see how much she hates my humming. Good. If you want me to stop, talk to me. Bloody schizophrenic vampires, all nice and helpful and then all silent and moody... Bloody... I'm hungry.
"We're arriving," Trudy informs me dramatically as we land roughly. I jerk against my seatbelt, and see why she made me wear one if vampires really aren't 'fragile like humans'. I wouldn't die, but the seatbelt is useful for keeping me in the seat, without being tossed around like a leaf in a...a...a crazy pilot's plane. With a tragically empty blood-bottle.
Trudy lifts the top of the plane and I undo my seatbelt. I look at her- and she's not there.
"Angela, hurry!" Trudy calls, bell-like and lilting. She's already out? ...wow. I jump out of the plane and beside her, stumbling slightly. I feel like a new-born colt, learning how to use it's legs. It's not a pleasant feeling. It's a bit like the world making you re-learn everything since you were born. Except for talking. At least I have that...
"Follow me," she says, smiling sweetly and sneering at the same time. I can't figure her out.
We're in a courtyard. Smooth stone cobbles make swirling shapes on the ground. The courtyard has a high, high stone wall one one side with barred iron gates, with another solid metal gate behind that, I think, and on the other side is the Volturi Castle. It should be called the Volturi Fortress. It's built for beauty, oh yes. It has spires and turrets and pretty, large windows. But the spires and turrets have trapdoors -vampire sight comes in handy- and the windows look...solid. Bulletproof. Why? I mean, even if a human broke in...
I ask Trudy about it as we stumble -or glide, in her case- and she gives a tinkling laugh.
"Oh, that," she says, waving a dismissive hand, "The castle belonged to humans, before."
"I kind of thought the Volturi built it..." I trail off. She shakes her head.
"Too much trouble, by far. The bulletproof glass, however, was installed by Aro. He finds it amusing."
"Aro?" I'm getting a headache.
She snorts. "You won't meet him, it's not important." Um. Right. I follow her into a corridor that smells slightly of damp stone and a blonde girl in a black hooded cloak appears in front of us.
"Ermintrude," she says icily. Trudy twitches.
"Jane," she simpers. Jane looks at me as I stare at her. She has four intricate plaits on either side of her face, with the same blood-eyes as Trudy and I. She looks fifteen, with a small face filled with precise features and absolutely no expression. Her eyes narrow, before she turns back to Trudy.
"What is the meaning of this?" she points her finger at me. So I'm a 'this' now. Great. Trudy stiffens, before grabbing me and holding my arms behind my back. I struggle -I'm stronger than her, right?- but the more I do, the more my arms feel like they're being torn from their sockets. What's going on? What is Trudy doing? Jane just stands there, impassive, as Trudy and I fight. And I give up. I should be tired. I wish I was tired.
"This rogue created a...scene...in the town I was sent to. She killed two civilians and made a despicable mess of a human man in the forest, which would have been discovered had I not stepped in," Trudy summarises, nodding at me.
Sorry, what? "It's not true!" I shout desperately. "I swear, it wasn't me! Trudy, why are you doing this? I thought you were going to help me, I thought-"
The blonde girl frowns at me slightly and I feel pain surround me. I'm being burned alive with pain! I scream and scream, but it doesn't stop, it doesn't stop, it doesn't stop, why why why I'm going insane why me I never did anything to deserve this I hate this I hate them I hurt...
It stopped. I take a deep breath desperately, trying to stop the panic. My body slumps.
"Do not speak when not spoken to, traitor," Jane says coldly. She looks at Trudy as I whimper quietly.
"Follow," she commands shortly before turning and heading towards a dark, gloomy corridor. Trudy forces me along as I continue to struggle, but I don't say anything. Jane frightens me, a lot. I'm pretty sure she has a 'talent' like Alec and his Sandman quality. Only her talent is pain. Unbearable pain. Trudy bangs my shoulder off the hard corridor wall, and I leave a dent in it before the bit of wall I hit disintegrates. It doesn't hurt, but despair rises in me.
What do they do with traitors again?
What do I do?
Wow, Anna's life is really crap right now. But what will happen next..? Find out in chapter five! Teehee. d^_-^b By the way, if you great people can think of a better name for this chapter, please tell me! Something to do with Jane, please, or the bottle of blood... Any new element. No pressure, but it would be very helpful.
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