Chapter 8
Me: hey, cant talk long but here's an update
Fang: its pretty crap
Me: is not!
Fang: is too!
Me: you can make your own judgement
"Turn here" I pointed to a turn off to the left.
"Close call much" Chris yanked the wheel just in time to make the turn.
"It's not my fault you missed the last turn" I retaliated, looking back at the map sitting on my lap.
"Yes it is!" Chris tore his eyes off the road to glare at me, "you called out too late" I rolled my eyes and scanned for the next direction. We had been in the car for two and a half hours now, we were somewhere near Altdorf I think. Okay so I had no idea where we were but I saw that sign not too long ago. Why did I not take language with mother? It would make this trip so much easier.
"About 2 miles and take a left" I mumbled and put the map away. Once we took the turn we would have to go on foot. "Who is the Swiss leader? Chances are the other members have come and gone from the coven over the years" I pulled out the photos and went through them, trying to find one that had a marking on it or the word leader somewhere. I flicked through until we hit the turn and gave up. "There is nothing to tell them apart; they all look the same" I was getting frustrated.
"What's the next direction then?" Chris sighed. He would know the leader from memory; he has met the Swiss before, I was out with mother that day. I told Chris just to find a place to hide the car where it wouldn't get taken. Ten minutes later we got out of the car and felt the ground under our feet again. It was coming on mid-day now and people were all over the place. I handed Chris the cards and he flicked through them for about three seconds before handing them back and pointing to the one on the top. "This douche right here" Chris scowled, "he was just as bad as the big German coven". I read the name on the card; Romain.
"So where do you think they are?" Chris and I were stuck in the trees until tonight so all we could do is speculate what to do next.
"They're a classy bunch, thought our castle was rubbish, think their precious Winterthur is better, I mean what the hell does that mean?" I kept staring at Chris, waiting to see if his geographical logic would kick in. "What?"
"Chris you are an idiot, Winterthur is a place stupid, it's about half an hour from here by car. So about 10 for us" Chris made a little 'oh' noise and muttered to himself under his breath. He is sometimes a genius, sometimes a dumbass. I whacked him upside the head and pulled out the map to look for any castles in Winterthur.
"There" Chris pointed to a little turret shape with the name 'Kyburg' next to it. So now he's smart. I memorised the directions while we sat in the shade of the trees until it was finally dark enough that our vampire halves wouldn't react. "Lead the way brother dearest" I checked around to make sure no one was in eye sight and hit the ground running in the direction of the castle. In 10 minutes flat, as I predicted, we were at the gates of the castle.
"No wonder they called Volterra castle rubbish, this place is amazing" The castle was smaller than the one at Volterra but it was an old castle that the coven had obviously redone, but at the same time kept the original castle alive. Sue me, I'm a sucker for architecture. I didn't dare go inside the gates but instead I nudged Chris to gall for them; he knew some German at least.
"Wir müssen auf den Führer der Zirkel sprechen" I looked at my brother with a raised eyebrow. "A rough translation to 'we have to talk to the leader of the coven'" I nodded and looked back up to the castle, waiting for a response. Not long after a figure was visible at the front door.
"Hereinkommen" I looked to Chris for a translation.
"He says we can go in" I nodded and we went through the gate. We sped up to the door to meet the man who I can now tell is human. The servant led us through several halls until we ended up in a small throne like room.
"Ahh, the little European-American offspring have come running to the true leaders of the vampire world" I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes at them. The Swiss have always wanted to take over the Volturi. I could tell which one Romain already; the stuck up one of the lot.
"Unfortunately our mother forbids it Romain, but we have come to seek help" Chris sucked up to the leader. Even through know we all knew they weren't even remotely friends.
"A right shame, what help do you seek here young ones?" This whole royal sophistication and getting over the fact we hate each other was helpful but annoying.
"We were hoping you, or one of your coven members, would know who painted these." Chris handed the Swiss coven paintings to Romain. Romain took one look at them and set them face down on his chair arm.
"We know who painted them. We also know he is dead" I hung my head. There goes that shot at finding Mavric.
Me: bye now
Fang: we gotta run
Me: see you guys next week!
R&R