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here's chapter 12

The dark shadows fell upon us in perfect proportions, as well as the boundary of loneliness. Satisfied with my entrance, I pushed both the victims forward.

"Forward," I ordered in unwavering demand. This was my territory now, and unfortunately, one I bore with bitter taste. Knowing that this was again the most dreaded place in the world I cared to come by, an instant familiar side of me took over. Gritting my teeth, I shoved the two vampires further.

"The Volturi," I heard with no mistake the male mutter under his breath. It was clear, just from his voice that he too despised this place.

"You find it repulsive?" He questioned me, intensively. Close to a growl I would say.

"Well, I don't find it heaven on earth," I pointed out. My voice carried a heavy sense of cold-heartiness and pure arrogance. It was what this place brought on me every time I returned here.

"Why have you brought us here?" Edward again asked, but with illegible emotions.

He could tell I didn't like being here, and would've rather been burned at the stake if there was no other option than working for them. So why would I put up with such high-ranking chores for them? It was a really simple answer, honestly. But, whether he would understand or not, was not worth my time and pleasing anyhow. I could care less whether he knew or not, and wasn't concerned in the least over my private thoughts anymore.

Moments before someone of authority was found, a heavy breath of realization came over Edward.

"Ah."

Keep going, I shot at him, acting as if I was worried he might decide to stop and think it over his instant discovery. We hurried along, Alice keeping silent the whole time, until we eventually caught up with a short, blond-headed figure. Just from the height of the girl, I already knew who it was. And, as if to show her I meant business, I nudged the two vampires ahead of me again, forcing them several steps forward, and showing I had gotten what they wanted.

Smiling that sick smile I hated to the deepest of hell itself, she held out her hand for us to follow. "This way," she said delicately, and all the while repulsive. I wanted to stick a flamethrower down her throat.

We took order to all of Jane's directions, and after giving it a few minutes wait, we were eventually with the three Volturi leaders.

Crowded in a large room with several other followers and guards, Aro was the first to show his gratitude. "I am amazed," he acknowledged with clear false affection. "And here I thought, out of all the past missions we sent you on, that this one would mean the end of you." He came closer holding out his pale hands, "But here you are, strong and successful!"

I ignored the compliment-if it was even one. "Where is he?" was the only thing I cared to know. "Give him to me."

A curious eye flared me-Alice's eye. Part of me wondered what she could possibly be thinking right now. After everything she had been through, she was probably swamped with confusion and shame. Not to mention, lost, considering the werewolf not far from us. Lost and helpless, I could almost feel a spark of pity toward her.

"Oh yes," his voice replied in agreement. "I presume it is time to hand back to you what you worked so hard for." Cutting an eye back to the Cullen's, he pointed out, "Especially with this grand prize you brought back for us! My, the devious Edward Cullen and his sister Alice Cullen. Both strong and useful vampires I've been wanting to recruit for a very long time."

At the time I heard a snarl coming from Edward, I shouted, "Cut the crap, Aro, and give him back to me now!" Fury and exasperation smoothed my tone and meaning out well. I hoped, with dear longing, I made my point out clear that I wasn't going to tolerate his crap anymore. I had done his orders; I had kidnapped, destroyed, and stolen all of the things and people he wanted fulfilled and complete. Now after all this, it was time for me to get back what I wanted and worked hard now for months. I was done out of patience and motivation. If he didn't give me back Samuel I was going to snap.

"Certainly," was his only reply. But, even I could tell from that sinister, sick grin on his face that there was something more to come.

Holding my wild, independent look, I wondered just what.

"Guards," he announced, not taking his playful gleam of red eyes from me.

A door opened from behind Aro and the others, and two vampires cleared through dragging with ease a lifeless body in torn clothes.

I gritted my teeth at the sight. It was at that moment I wished now that I didn't take as long on this mission to retrieve the two vampires. His skin was as filthy as the rags he wore as clothes. Covered in dirt and blood, it was a sickening view and an even better excuse to despise the Volturi. I could only imagine how many times the guards beat the hell out of him. Able to see him under the dim light better than a chamber covered in darkness, I could see just how badly he had gotten from the first time I saw him. He had worsened a lot, to the point where it was undeniably depressing since his kind should've been able to heal more progressively.

I was speechless.

Then, just when I was about to throw myself at him, Aro was first to make his move. The Guards moved aside for him and he stood superior to the helpless, young being at his feet. I was fixing to have a break-down.

"Don't touch him!" I hissed, surging through me a shock like lightning.

He picked him up anyway, dragging him up to his feet even though it was clear he was too weak to stand. His skinny legs wobbled aggressively, as a hurt whimper yelped through.

This crossed the line.

I shoved myself through the two Cullen siblings, and stood my ground before the sorry monster. "YOU GIVE HIM TO ME, YOU GIVE HIM TO ME NOW!" I shouted with this time enough anger and frustration to knock down a building.

And it proved effective too. The crowd that surrounded us, once murmuring and whispering quietly among themselves had now fallen silent. And with every gleaming eye on me, I knew the exact extinct through which my anger could achieve my needs.

Glaring down his every move, the aged vampire kept his silky grin and grip on Samuel. Then, with a smooth playful tone as exact as his expression, he said, "Of course."

Keeping tense, a small part of me was sensing something amiss. It didn't occur to me yet that Aro would try to pull anything more than he already had. Samuel was the only thing I could think about. His appearance was a disgust to all kinds, and an abuse even low for the Volturi. He looked just barely conscious, maybe not even at all from how I could perceive him. His dry fragile skin showed his bones, and how badly he needed food. A number of things ran through my head of what I would do with him after we left. I would grab him and go, was the only main thing I had on my mind. No eye of caution was even near me during that moment.

And what a mistake it was for the next thing I knew, I was observing Aro's mouth clashing with Samuel's neck. He held him securely from the grasp of his hands to his mop of hair to the long broad shoulders of his. The only thing that made me realize this was the brief breath of shock coming from Samuel's mouth.

I was automatically taken aback. There were no words for what I had to say next. For someone who should've easily started a rant and screamed her lungs out at the heartless bastard, there was nothing energetic in my throat. The only thing I could do was freeze, and watch as my worst enemy murdered the only thing I could ever recall worth caring about.

In only a matter of seconds, a moment that felt like a lifetime, Aro removed his mouth from Samuel. Thinking it couldn't get any worse, I caught a grin still playing on his lips with droplets of red painted on his teeth. This rose a level within myself. Once, showing me the blood on his sharp, pearly-white teeth and the hideous mark left out on his victim, Aro pushed him forward and let him plunge dizzily to the floor.

"There," he laughed with a twist. "Take him!"

I clenched my fists. Then without another thought, I sprung forward in a speed beyond human recognition, and grasped Samuel. Avoiding another glance back at Aro (and the Cullen's) we disappeared.

Not worrying over which place I had managed vanquish ourselves to, as long as it was out of that dreadful place, I focused my attention only on him. He lay on his back on top of a wild lively land of mother-nature. The mark was all I could see of him at first, it was so conspicuous, and bleeding incessantly.

It wasn't until I noticed his voice eventually that my frozen gape ceased. He had been making noises since he was bitten, but due to my lack of comprehension, I was unable to do anything about it. He was breathing heavily and roughly from the kiss of death. I found him staring blindly at me, but was uncertain whether if he could really see me or not. And with the intense shaking within him, I was becoming even more worried. . .

I'm so finally glad to update this:) It's been a while since I last updated-blame school-and the need to make this chapter somewhat decent. I tried okay. Next one I have no idea when I'll update, but will be just as interesting. Until next time, then, keep reading!

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