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Chapter Thirty-Two
*Abby's POV*
I groaned. My head was heavy and my eyes were sore from crying. It felt as if my body had been through a whirlwind last night. I didn't even feel myself to be honest. I felt so lost and fogged up. It took awhile, but I suddenly realized I was against a chest. I blinked, trying to take in my surroundings more. I opened my eyes up fully to see I was in someone's arms.
"Hey there, squeaks." I look up to see I'm being carried by none other than Lucas Rider.
"Rider," I groaned, curling against him. My head pounding with each step he took. "Please tell me last night was a dream."
He snorted, "I wish, but no...It's all real."
"Oh god." I moaned, shutting my eyes tightly. "Grace...My parents..."
"Yes," Lucas confirmed sadly.
"Where are we?" I asked him.
"Volterra," He told me, his voice hard.
I closed my eyes even further and gripped tightly to Lucas's jacket, hoping this was all just a nightmare. I wish this wasn't real. Every fiber of my being was praying that I would wake up in my bed in New York.
"Abrianna, welcome home!" I look up from where my face is buried into Lucas' jacket to see the pasty pale figure of my biological father. "Mr. Rider, please set Abrianna down."
Lucas complied, gently letting me down. I stumbled and looked to see Dru was standing right by me. She had the same stone face as Lucas had on. I turn back to my biological father and fiddled with my hands. Dru quietly brought me close to her and I leant against my sister. I tried not to show that I was scared, but locking sight with the red eyes of Aro wasn't helping.
Aro wasn't anything like Jasper. The dad I knew was a tall, southern man with honey locks and warm golden eyes. Nothing was scary about him. I know my dad is upset by who he was in the past, but that wasn't him. When I look at my father, I see a man who is strong. His scars were what made Jasper the dad I love and know. Aro was on the taller side, but he had black long locks. His red eyes were uninviting. I could see similarities in our facial features, but nothing major.
I look towards the other brothers, Marcus and Caius. I know the blonde one is Caius. He just looks pleased while Marcus, Robert's dad, looked like he's seen a ghost. His red eyes were widened and he just looked uncomfortable as the two of us made eye contact.
"My, my, I have two of my daughters with me," Aro said rather jovially. "Too bad Cordelia and Robert couldn't join us."
I'm trembled as this man comes over closer to me. I could tell Dru and Lucas were getting a bit defensive, their ground firm. Lucas's footing was in front of me and Dru while my sister's grip on my shoulder grew tighter as she drew me closer.
"What do you want?" I asked him, my voice cold.
My biological father stopped before he could proceed any closer to me. A smile appeared on his face, "To be apart of this family, of course."
"This isn't a family," I spat. "This is a coven. We're not a family. You want to use Dru and I as weapons. Not to mention Lizzy."
Aro sighed and he inched closer to me. "You have nerve, Abrianna. I'll give you that. Your mother had the same kind of nerve."
"Father, let her be," Dru spoke up, stepping in front of me defensively. "She's not used to this. She's grown up with the Cullen's her entire life and you just ripped her from that environment. Give her time."
Aro looked at Dru curiously, "Well, Drusilla, maybe I should remind you how things go on around here."
"Right, we're prisoners," Dru grumbled, rolling her eyes. "Let's get this over with."
Aro fumed at her, "Guards, take her to the dungeons. We should remind you what I can do."
"No. Not until I know Abby and Lizzy are safe," Dru stated, struggling against the two vampires.
Lizzy. I turn to see my cousin was limp in the arms of Felix. Her head resting against his chest while her hands gripped to the front of his black cloak.
"She's just asleep," Lucas whispered to me. I breathed a sigh in relief at this as I then turn to my biological father.
"Yes, I'm not interested in hurting young Miss Cullen or Abrianna," Aro proclaimed. "In the meantime, I want you to meet your new cousin."
"Wesley," Dru whispered, her eyes widening.
Wesley. Dru mentioned him awhile back. I look to see the hybrid boy make his way. He couldn't be more than ten. He had brown curly hair and big brown eyes that stared at us intensely.
"Wesley, these are your cousins," Caius announced, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "You'll be working side by side with them."
"Who else is here?" Lucas asked out of the blue. "I can...I can sense-"
"Oh! You can sense the other boy then," Aro crooned, grinning at us. "Stefano, you should make your way out as well."
My eyes followed to see a boy around Weasley's age now come forward. He had black hair just like Aro's and light blue eyes, just like Dru's.
"This is Stefano..." Aro said, placing his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"He's a lux lamia," Lucas said, his voice strained. "How...You-"
"Meredith," Dru whispered the witch's name. "She found the magia piscina, didn't she?"
Aro smirked, "Well, she did create it."
I looked back at Stefano, my half brother. His face was motionless. I felt my stomach churn just observing him and Wesley. The Volturi finally did it, they brainwashed children.
"We're waiting for Sulpicia to be pregnant with our second. Hopefully soon," Aro mused, patting his son's shoulders gently.
"Why are we here then if you have two other new children?" I asked, my voice bitter. "Why..."
"Because, it's time to train you all to the abilities I know you were meant to have," Aro crooned, walking over to cup my cheek. I swallowed hard as his icy hands touched my overheated skin.
Lucas stiffened and walked close to my side, "You're going to train them?"
"Yes," Aro answered. "Now, I can tell you aren't going to give up a fight. So, Mr. Rider you will watch the girls: Lizzy and Abby. Meanwhile, Drusilla you shall go back to the dungeons. You'll be best suited there until we know we can trust you."
"No," Lucas whispered.
"I'll be fine," Dru said as the guards began to push her forward. "Really, just take care of them Lucas. Promise me."
"Dru!" I cried out for my older sister.
"Of course," Lucas replied hoarsely, helplessly watching his best friend get dragged away. I backed up and gripped for Lucas Rider's hand. He was surprised by this, but I felt him hold it tightly as well.
"Bring them to their rooms. Tomorrow we'll begin," Aro declared.
"Follow me," Demetri announced, motioning his hand for us to follow. I swallowed hard, still gripping to Lucas's hand. Felix followed us with Lizzy still in his arms.
"Nice to see you again, Rider," Demetri mentioned.
"You too, Demo," Lucas joked. I raised my eyebrow at him. "Just like the old days, eh?"
"Yeah, until you decided to go completely rouge on us," Demetri retorted.
Lucas chuckled, "Nah, nah. That was your fault."
"Oh Rider." Demetri chuckled softly. I frowned. How could he be joking at a time like this? With the same people who took us from our family?
We traveled up the stairs until we reached a massive echoing hallway. My eyes trailed along to see the ancient designs and tapestries. It was something out of a medieval story book my dad used to read to me.
"This'll be your room," Demetri announced, motioning to the door. "Rider, you'll be in Robert's old room. Felix, put the kid into the other room."
"On it," Felix said, dragging Lizzy to the other room.
I looked towards Lucas. His hands in his pockets while I walked into the bedroom. I gasped seeing it. The walls were all red. Cherry wooden dressers and a massive bed was centered in the middle. Bright red quilts embodied with gold. I grabbed onto the wooden bed post. A veil wrapped around the top of the bed. Mom would've loved seeing this room. She loves stuff like this.
Mom. Just the thought of her made my heart drop to my stomach as I leaned against the pole.
"Tell us if you want any accommodations and it should be no problem," Demetri said. "I'll leave you be. Heidi filled the closets up with clothes and I'm sure she'll help you with those lady things. Anyway, Aro wants you up early so get ready."
"Okay," I answered, my throat dry.
"Alright, night then," Demetri told us before leaving me and Rider alone.
"You okay there, squeaks?" Lucas asked, breaking the silence.
"How could you?" I snarled, narrowing my eyes at him.
"What?" He looked at me cluelessly.
"You know what!" I hissed, my hands pushing at his chest. "You were just joking around with the enemy! What's wrong with you!?"
"Hey!" Lucas cried out, putting his hands up. "You know, I was involved with them for awhile. Not everyone here is a psychotic maniac like your daddy dearest."
"He's not my father!" I barked, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't know who that man is! My father is Jasper Whitlock Hale! My mother is Alice Cullen! This is not my family!"
Lucas sighed, "I..."
"Just go!" I snapped, turning around so I was looking out the window. "Just leave me alone!"
"No," Lucas said softly, walking over. "Look, I know it's scary but..."
"Grace is dead and I'm away from my family yet you can joke around like no big deal!" I shouted.
Lucas raised his eyebrows at me. Before I could respond anymore he gently wrapped his arms around me. I struggled against them, screaming. I smacked against his chest, practically beat it as I sobbed out. "I hate this place! I hate it! I want my parents!"
"I know," Lucas murmured as I grew restless, banging weaker against his chest. "Just let it out. Just let it out."
That's how I was for the rest of the night. Sobbing into Lucas Rider's chest until I finally cried myself to sleep.
*Dru's POV*
I snarled as two new members of the guard tossed me into a cell. "Hey watch it, my dad owns the joint," I remarked sarcastically.
The two of them just looked at me before walking away. "Ey! I'm talking here!" I yelled out from behind the bars. "Ey! Boys! Come on! Listen up here! Don't make me tell Daddy!"
I sighed sensing they were far gone. I then leaned my head against the bars and sighed. Here I was again, back to phase one. My eyes grazing the all too familiar place I spent weeks in with Robert, Cordy, and Lucas. Cordy. My little sister, oh god how do I explain this to her?
"I'm listening!" a new voice spoke up. I frowned, turning around to see the figure of a girl making her way out of the darkness of the corner.
"Who are you?" I asked, raised eyebrows.
The girl now came more into focus. She had blonde hair and mossy green eyes. A cunning smile was on her face, "The name's Iris. Iris Valentino."
"Well Iris," I said. "Drusilla Volturi, pleasure."
"Drusilla Volturi?" She said my name with surprise.
"Yeah?"
"So...I didn't want to believe it but you look a bit like him. You're the daughter of the big badie upstairs then?" She mused, inching closer to me.
"Yeah, don't remind me," I mumbled under my breath. "Lemme guess, you hate him?"
"How'd you know?" She asked, chuckling.
"Because why would you be in here?" I pointed out, now leaning against the bars. "Obviously everything he hates or tries to hide, he puts down here. Story of his damned life."
Iris chuckled, "Don't worry. I know a thing or two about crazy dads."
"Oh really?" I asked dryly. "My father's an ancient demon vampire who just killed a dear friend and abducted me, my sister, and two other people. So yeah, ya know he's not exactly father of the year. Not to mention he practically traumatized me growing up."
Iris shrugged, "No. I get it. Try having your father be basically a serial killer."
"A serial killer?" I chocked out as the girl inched closer to me.
"Well not technically," She said, shrugging. "But he's killed a lot of people. Families."
"Damn," I muttered. "Not really helping the situation, but same."
"Wow, what a way to start out," Iris mused, her eyes shinning with amusement.
"Yeah," I replied, chuckling at whatever just happened. "So, Iris Valentino...Psychotic father huh?"
"Drusilla Volturi, power hungry dad," Iris reciprocated.
"Well, this is going to be interesting," I muttered at our cynical conversation.
"Indeed," Iris agreed, smiling brightly at me. My cheeks automatically started to heat up as I just gave her a nervous chuckle. "Well it was nice to meet you."
She held her hand out for me and I took it, shaking it. The moment our skin touched it was like an electric current had just begun to form. "Glad to meet you too," I stammered.
This really was going to be…Interesting.
*Lizzy's POV*
I groaned, rubbing my sore eyes. I was expecting to wake up on that air mattress with Abby, the one we've been sharing for the past week but I guess not. Instead I was now being placed onto a fluffy mattress. My eyes flickered up to see a pair of red eyes looking down at me.
"Ah!" I cried out as whoever this was dropped me on the bed.
"You're finally awake. I've been lugging you around for the past couple of hours and the moment I put you on the bed you decide to wake up," This guy quipped.
I frowned, taking a better look at him. He was tall. About 6'7, if I'm correct. His skin was slightly olive which looked odd combined with his chalky pallor. His black hair was short and cropped. He had bright red eyes, just like the rest of them.
"And who are you?" I demanded, raising my eyebrows.
"I'm Felix," He boomed, shrugging as he began to walk away.
"Oh…You're Felix," I muttered, narrowing my eyes.
"So, the family's educated you about me?" Felix mused, his eyes flickered with amusement.
I rolled my eyes, "Well, I know most of your members names. I just never met any of you truly until...Well, the past couple of hours I guess."
"Understandable, I knew your name too but I didn't know who you were," Felix mentioned. "Renesmee is easily identifiable. You are too but…I have to say, you look oddly different from the rest of your siblings."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I questioned dryly.
"What I mean is, your brother looks a lot like your mother. Brown hair, brown eyes but not quite hers. A tad of green is in them, so hazel. Some of your father's facial features. Your sister, brown eyes just like your human mother and even though you and your sister technically have the same hair, hers got darker in the years. It's not as copper as it used to be when she was younger. Still curly as ever. You though...Bright copper hair and bright green eyes. You don't even look like your siblings, maybe Renesmee a bit but only if you were told that you were related to her."
"The other two take after my mom's side of the family the most. I've been told I'm a carbon copy of my grandmother," I explained to him, shrugging. "Elizabeth Masen. I take after my dad's side of the family I guess."
"Interesting..." He murmured. I noticed his thoughts heavily waded towards my mother.
"Why are you thinking of my mom?" I asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Don't tell me you had the hots for her too."
"What!?" He questioned, flustered. "Wait, what do you mean too?"
"Long story," I mumbled, eyeing him down. "Why are you still here anyway?"
"Because you're talking to me," He replied.
"Well, I'm done with conversation."
"Alright," He muttered. "Look, before I leave you, you must know that Aro's assigned me to guard you-"
"What?" I cried out, wide eyed. "You're guarding me? I thought Lucas-"
"Lucas is going to be Abrianna's guard. Aro decided I should follow you around," Felix explained.
"Oh god," I groaned, rubbing my eyes. "Great, you destroy my family and now this..."
"Your family's fine," Felix insisted.
"You killed my brother's girlfriend!" I yelled at him bitterly.
"I didn't kill her," Felix shot back, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well you could've stopped it," I growled.
"I..." Felix trailed off, biting his lip. "Look, I'm sorry about your friend."
"Yeah sure," I huffed, the tears falling from my cheeks.
"I am sorry," Felix told me. "Whether you want to believe me or not, I'm sorry."
I nodded, hugging myself. "Look...I just need some time alone. Is that allowed?"
"Yes," Felix answered softly.
I turned my back on him and let the echoes of his footsteps tune me out. I then let an ugly sob rip from my throat as I curled up on the bed and cried alone in the darkness.
A/N: so that's what our friends in Volturea are up to. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and keep a lookout for the next update :)
