Chapter 5

Since her world had fallen apart, she wasn't quite sure what to do with her twenty four hour days. Part of her had contemplated provoking Aro and the rest of the Volturi members until they killed her. She didn't even care if that meant they won.

Why live? she thought. There wasn't much to live for anymore. Her rage had even diminished, and it had been the only fuel that kept her body going. Since the ambush on her camp, all the fight left in her bones had died. She had nothing.

Olivia had tried to even starve herself to death, though the burning sensation became too much to bare and she fell into temptation far too easily. She'd been wandering for weeks since the fight, relocating often and hunting more frequently. At times she'd visit nearby her victim's homes to witness their anguish. Olivia found comfort in knowing others' lives were destroyed, and it made her more ruthless than ever.

She didn't know where she'd end up for good, though she knew she could never go back to the part of Canada where she called home with Nicholas. The pain was too deep, and her wounds were too fresh. Everything there reminded her of her mate.

As her thoughts stuck on Nicholas, another thought projected in her mind. His friend Peter owed them a favor. They'd helped him adjust to the lifestyle and got him out of harms way on several occasions. He was an extremely intelligent being and without a doubt carried his best characteristics over from his human life. Nicholas used to call him the evil genius.

Olivia was not opposed to the most modern technology. She'd had a cell phone prior to it's destruction from the fire.. or the water, she wasn't sure which. Peter was an allie for years and she had his phone number memorized. It was just a matter of finding a new cell phone to send him a message to pinpoint his location.

She wandered the empty, midnight streets of some small town in New England, hoping to come across some poor soul who would meet her demise for a snack and an Iphone. It didn't take long before her senses lead her to a delicious young man who was too drunk to realize what had even hit him. She ended his life rather quickly, carrying the body into the woods before removing his cell phone from the pocket of his baggy jeans.

The numbers beeped in the quiet of the night, sounding like bullhorns in the emptiness. It only took two rings before Olivia knew Peter's curiosity got the best of him.

"Hello?" A voice echoed over the line, unaware of the number that had appeared on his screen.

"Peter," Olivia said, "I've got a job for you, if you'd like to even the score and do us the favor you owe us."

"Oh, Olivia my dear," Peter said back in a heavy Canadian accent, "It would be my pleasure. I've been bored."

His enthusiasm ignited a much needed fire inside of her. It wasn't much, but it was enough to kick start her into another gear.

"I have a project for you," she explained, "Are you up for it?"

"Up for most challenges," he said confidently.

"I'd like you to be creative. There is a coven in Forks, Washington. The Cullens. They've killed Nicholas and left us in shambles."

There was a brief silence before Peter spoke, "Oh my... Olivia, are you-"

"I'd like you to go visit them. Gain their trust. They have Aro's daughter in their company permanently."

"Aro's daughter?"

"Yes. I will explain all of that later. Her name is Luciana. She has long dark hair. Amber eyes. No scent."

"Interesting..."

"I don't care if it takes a year, Peter," she went on, "I want Luciana brought back to me. Alive if possible."

"Aro's daughter.." his voice drifted, "Are you trying to get me killed old friend?"

"No. Aro doesn't even know you exist," she said coldly.

"Point taken. Go on."

"They will be able to sense you coming. There are a few of them who have some type of gifts, similar to Nicholas's sheild. Be aware of this. Keep your distance at first if you can. There is another coven north of them in Denali, Alaska. If you'd like to work your way into their good graces first, it might provide an easier route to the Cullens. They're not as suspicious."

"Sounds... fun. Cold blooded fun."

"Can you do this for me?"

"It'll keep me occupied," Peter said, "I just hope it won't get me killed. I don't like messing with the Volturi."

"I survived them," she assured him, "You'll do just fine."

"You'll have to fill me in on the more intimate details later."

"We'll save it for a night in front of a warm fire. Don't call this number back. I'll call you." Olivia hung up the phone before he could reply with a smart comment. She proceeded to crush the phone in her palm, still standing above the man she'd made a meal of.

The wooded area all around her was silent, and she thought surely no one would find the young man for days, maybe weeks or even months. By then, bears or some type of wildlife would likely finish the job and get rid of the evidence of her being there, not that it mattered much to Olivia either way.

She stormed through the woods in no particular direction, getting rid of the phone in a nearby stream that drifted to parts unknown. There wasn't much for her to do with her days, and she momentarily contemplated ambushing Forks, Washington and taking down everyone in sight - human, werewolf, vampire... There weren't many consequences and at the very least, people would be exposed to the horrible creatures that truly did roam the earth with them. She would die, for certain, and Aro's hand, though again thought how little there was to live for.

The thought left her mind as quickly as it entered. She wanted to see pain on Aro's face. As much as she hated Carlisle and the rest of his family, her bitterness towards the Volturi hit her nerves a little deeper. It was the Italian coven who'd lead her to be the cold, vindictive woman she was today. They took loved ones from her first, and so they would be a primary target. If all else failed, she would seek to destroy the town of Forks and bring as many Cullens down with her as possible.