~ Jane's POV ~
Boredom. The word itself had been repeated too many times in my mind that it had almost lost meaning.
I moved through the dark stone corridors of the lower dungeons, past rat-infested cells and blood-stained tombs; a place that had once been so thrilling to me. Interesting, how a single year had changed my perception of such places and things so drastically. Once, it had been my duty to…persuade…those imprisoned in these cells to tell my masters what they knew.
Aro was gone, as were his brothers and I had taken their throne. There had been some question among those of the Guard that had returned to Volterra after the battle in the small, boring town of Forks, Washington. Whispers of who should take up the mantle, who could take his place as our leader.
Fortunately, I had always been very good at persuasion.
I had what I'd wanted. Queen of Volterra.
A blood-curdling scream shattered the silence, bouncing off every brick and corner. At least that could offer me a smile. I stopped beyond the door, fingers inching towards the handle, savouring every second of her scream before it finally ended and I invited myself in.
The cylinder room was narrow, with enough space for a single wooden stool, a rack of instruments and tools and a set of indestructible chains – Aro's own making – attached to the wall, in which the dark-haired girl hung limp.
"My queen." Said the Guard standing before the girl, withdrawing to reveal the lit torch in his hand. One look at the girl's black and charred arm confirmed the method of her torture and yet, as the seconds ticked on, then burned skin lightened, the cracks in the stone seeming themselves together effortlessly.
"Anything of use?" I asked the Guard, Thomasin. He shook his head. I began to tut. "That just won't do."
Slowly, her black eyes found me through the mess of tangled hair that shadowed her face. "I'll kill you." She whispered.
"You don't have to endure this. Tell me the location of the girl and-"
She spat venom at my feet. I sighed.
"Continue, Thomasin, it seems she isn't yet ready to speak."
I left the cell swiftly, still listening to her agonizing screams as again the torch was used to torture the girl. How I dreamed of the day I could leave the fire to spread, to consume, to reduce that pathetic creature to sizzling ash at my feet.
Asher's Note:
Hello! In this chapter, we shift perspective to Jane, the new leader of the Volturi as she witnesses torture on a prisoner. Any wonder who the prisoner may be?
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