********Chapter 3********
Not a Volturi
"So you have come for your report," said the rogue vampire, unsurprised at the sudden appearance of a dark silhouette in the forest behind his perch.
"You are not the one to be speaking first," answered the shadow in the trees behind. The disapproving messenger was annoyed that he had been sent to bully this lowly hired assassin that was draining the many volts owned by his masters. Why he was taking so long to do his job was a mystery he had been assigned to solve.
"You are not one to be threatening me. I was hired for my reputation, which you know well, Alec. A reputation not many of our people would be proud of," the killer threatened as he rubbed an ice cold hand over fangs that could slice through diamond.
"Just make your report, Damien," demanded the voice in the darkness tiredly. "I do not want to waste my time making idle threats."
"The wolves are the same. There is no report to make," the assassin replied with undisguised menace and finality.
But there was something to report, though the rogue never intended, or will intend, to tell this arrogant, young, Lord's pet of his intriguing development. He was not a Volturi and would not, in his entire never-ending existence, become one of that weak coven of whining bullies. No, he had his own plan for the people of the lurking moonlight and sparkling rays of burning sunlight. He needed the perfect first addition to his silent but deadly force and he thought he had found it.
Who was that girl that made the fire leap and dance?