WARNING: MURDER

Chapter Eleven

If I were anyone else, I would have demanded to go back to Forks and have my proper goodbye to the small town. I would be crying and begging to have a chance to look at Charlie one last time. I would be thinking about how I was leaving my family members and friends at high school.

Thankfully I held no important or fond memories of the shitty town other than the murders I had committed. I did have a split moment where I imagined going back and getting my two portraits of Lauren Mallory and Mike Newton.

It went away before anyone could really see me think those very thoughts.

The last thing they needed to know was what went through my mind. Especially because ninety percent of my thoughts had to do with murder, the other ten percent had to do with somewhat normal thoughts that teenagers had.

Yet it had been so easy to ask if we were going to head to Italy, without even thinking things through. They were pleased, as they peered at me standing there with blood coated on me.

Blood-stained teeth and blood that was caked on my dry lips. Blood that was on my Halloween ensemble and upon my pale cheekbones, another signal that it was me who had murdered the poor homeless man.

The cut I received from the broken beer bottle was nasty, with blood that still dripped some and fell down onto the alleyway ground beneath me. Behind me the homeless man barely had any features on his face. The nose was caved in, and the mouth was splattered so pieces of his teeth and his tongue were out for the whole world to see. His throat was still pouring out blood, which went out in pools around his body, another sign of him being murdered.

"I don't have anything back at Charlie's house for me to take with me. Unless you want to go and get the portraits, I made of two of my victims with their own blood," I remarked, making the twins step forward and say at the same time, "let's go get them."

Demetri pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something in Latin, before he turned and looked at the children next to him.

"Honestly, if I said no then I know that your father would be very upset I didn't fulfill your every little whim. So, little miss murderess, I guess we'll go and get those portraits. They better be good though and worth it."

"My name is actually Bella, but I don't mind being called murderess either," I joked, a smirk dancing across my bloodied features.

I glanced down at the disgusting body that was sprawled out on the dirty alleyway ground. I was still tempted to crush his skull a good extra two times at least but there was no point in doing so. I was certain I would have done so if it weren't for the fact that I was heading towards redder, bloodier pastures than this.

"Leave the truck. There's no need for it. We have one of our rented cars we'll be using. We'll park it a block away from Charlie's house. I take it he's your father, you must be only eighteen," Felix spoke, for the first time, gaining my attention.

I had to admit his voice was unsettling, there was nothing in it that brought comfort to me. A deep, baritone voice that reminded me of the soil that corpses were buried in. Not just the surface of the soil, I meant the soil that is actually on the skin. Only certain people would be drawn to that voice and want to do what it asked, it just so happened that although it brought shivers through me it wasn't anything that gave me the shivers of arousal that Aro had.

So, I did what they asked of me, I got into the rented car that still had that new car smell, and everything was in perfect, minted condition. It was more expensive than I expected it to be.

Usually rented cars weren't anywhere near this nice unless you were able to afford the top-of-the-line rented cars.

This car had to have been at least a hundred grand if not two hundred grand.

It had comfortable leather lining for the seats, and I laid back comfortably in my spot, though the two Shining Twins next to me kept on staring at me with that insane twinkle in their eyes while their hoods were placed back over their heads once again. They held hands, with a dependance of each other that was unnerving and unhealthy. They might as well be sewn together through the middle.

The drive from Port Angeles to Forks was filled with late night spooky music, famous Halloween theme songs to famous Halloween movies. John Carpenter's Halloween Score was currently playing.

The rapid piano keys made me smile in amusement. I wasn't in the car with Michael Myers, but I was in a car with serial killers, considering the fact that they had been around for over a thousand years most likely, so they were just as terrifying as the fictional serial killers.

When we got to the spot where Demetri parked the rented car, I got out and was surprised when the twins came out of the other side of the car. Demetri poked his head out and said, "listen here, you little shits. We're here to get a few things and get out. This is not a field trip; your father and uncles are expecting us to arrive in Volterra within the next three days."

Jane snapped her head towards Demetri, her crimson eyes landing on him. She opened her mouth as though she was about to do something that would make him beg for mercy only for Alec to whisper something in her ear. She brought her middle finger up and stuck it towards Demetri before she turned around and stalked in the direction of where Charlie's house was.

The smirk that was upon Demetri's features and the obvious alpha energy seemed to dissipate after that intense stare down from the female twin.

I opened my mouth, almost wanting to ask him what it was that had made him second guess himself.

Then I remembered how Jane had that ability to make someone feel intense pain. His only saving grace happened to be it was the middle of the night and the last thing they needed was for attention to be sent towards them because she used her Gift on him. He'd end up screaming his head off, which in return would spread awareness.

Turning around, I rolled my eyes at the cocky Greek vampire behind me and knew he would be silent the rest of the time it would take to get to Volterra.

I went forward and headed into the street where Charlie's house was, noting that the lights were on in the living room. I had left my bedroom window unlocked because I never feared someone would climb into my bedroom in the past, and I could see that the window panel had been pushed up.

Charlie was lying on the sofa watching one of his favorite childhood movies and went to turn around to say hello to me only for me to hurry and move so that he could only see my back. He barely took in my sight before I had reached the top of the stairs and went in the direction of where my bedroom was. I quickly wished him a goodnight and sighed in relief when he went back to watching whatever movie he had decided on.

I turned the corner to go down the long hallway, only to see the twins climbing down the attic stairs with the two portraits in their hands. Eagerness was upon their features, their noses kept pressing down onto the painting and engulfing the scents of the paint oil and most likely dried blood. I didn't know if they would be able to smell dead blood, but they were trying their hardest.

Motioning for them to go into my bedroom and out the window, the twins were there one second and gone the next. Only their soft giggling at what they had done as they went back to where the rented car left any proof they were in the house. They didn't leave any trace of themselves and as I pushed the folded ladder back up so it would close the hatch, I knew it was time to officially leave this life behind and get the one I deserved.

I grabbed a random beach satchel I had from when I had gone to California those weeks all those summers ago. It was very deep and was able to carry a lot of stuff. There wasn't some cute design on it, nothing nautical.

I put some of my nicer clothes in the satchel along with some shoes and my passport along with other means of identification. I saw no reason to put anything else in the satchel. I turned off the light in the room and went towards the open window in order to hop out and jump on the branch that was close to my window.

Taking a deep breath, I went to hop out of the window and landed on the tree branch. I made a groan as I hit it pretty hard, knowing I would end up getting even more bruises. I could already feel the swelling on my cheekbone from that stupid homeless man. I was happy that I killed him. The world didn't need any more homeless people, the more that were dead the better.

Slowly climbing down the tree, I slipped and fell down, landing in the cold arms of a vampire. I opened my eyes and turned my head up, noting that Felix was holding me. He immediately sat me down and I shot him a small, wordless nod to let him know I appreciated it. Even if everything inside me was crawling like insects under my skin at the touch of Felix.

Everything went according to plan.

The rest of the time it would take me to get to Volterra with the four heads of the Royal Guard of the Volturi wasn't that long. I noted how the chain of command went from Demetri to Jane, though obviously she couldn't be the one who was driving us because of the fact she was twelve. Even if she learnt how to drive when cars were invented.

We had to stop at a random house near the airport of Seattle, one where they had been renting to keep up with appearances, for me to take a shower and change into the clothes that I had grabbed from my closet. Nothing that was expensive or meant for those that were royal, because obviously this was a last-minute thing.

Instead, I was wearing a black cotton sweatshirt with the words NEVERMORE written in silver while there was a same silver colored graphic skull underneath the words–and a lighter black colored raven perched upon the skull. A bright crimson skirt that fell a few inches above my ankles and black small, heeled slip-on shoes finished off the look.

Jane insisted on braiding my hair in a similar braided bun as hers in that nicely decorated townhouse. Everything was of the best quality; nothing had really been touched since there wasn't anything in the house that they felt drawn towards. The fridge was most likely empty, and the only things that were used were the showers/tubs after they had gone hunting, along with the television sets for them to watch whatever show they were in the mood for.

"I hope you'll be our new mother. I have nothing wrong with hunting with anyone other than my brother, but no one really takes the time to enjoy their kills more than me and Alec," Jane informed me as she put proper bobby pins in the places they were meant for.

Alec was perched on the vanity table I was sitting in front of, his long and child thin fingers playing with the random perfume bottles and other beautification products sprawled across the vanity tabletop. He nodded his head, agreeing with his sister. He spoke as he played with what looked like an antique perfume bottle from the early twentieth century, if not from the late nineteenth.

"Jane and I were persecuted as witches in the beginning of the ninth century. Father kept all the clergymen and the priest alive for us to kill. He taught us how to draw out the deaths, how to actually make a masterpiece instead of just eating them. Jane and I have our own statement pieces with the traitors of our kind also, a tell sign so everyone knows the witch twins have been there," Alec informed me, his voice flat but still holding this innocent sweetness to it.

Jane soon finished my hair, smiling some in contentment before she motioned for me to head out of the house and to the rented car again. I trailed after her, as she and Alec almost seemed to be skipping with an energy that seemed to be kept at bay most of the time. Yet they seemed as though they were excited at the prospect of me quite possibly becoming their mother, if their cards were played right.

By the time we arrived in Italy I knew Charlie had woken up and checked on me in my bedroom. There would be nothing left that would let him be clued in on me leaving the town. Heck, he would be confused on how I had gotten home now that he thought about it because he hadn't heard the truck pull up to the house and let out that loud pop of exhaust.

It wasn't until we were driving up the hidden pathway to the Volterra Castle that I was more than content with my situation. I would soon meet the kings, and if the feelings I was greeted with when it came to the image of Aro in that painting was the pull of mates then it meant I was destined to become his queen wife. I would get to have both the crown and the man.

Pulling up to the back courtyard of the castle Jane turned and looked at me with a seriousness I didn't know was capable of a twelve-year-old vampire. Well, she had been turned in the beginning of the ninth century, so maybe that was why it was possible for her to have that look.

"You will soon see a group of tourists being led by a blonde vampire named Heidi. You will follow them; tell her you were sent to her by Jane, and she'll know that you're under our protection. Then you'll get to observe an activity that you'll get to enjoy," Jane commanded, her voice hinting in the end to what I believed would happen.

I did what she asked, I smoothed down my clothes and took the small bloodstone bracelet that Jane had, a bloodstone bracelet she claimed her father had given to her shortly after she had been turned into a vampire. She said it was a signal that not only she was protecting me, but it meant I was to be her future mother, the future queen of King Aro.

Going towards the front grand doors of the castle, I arrived at the same time as a woman with stylish sunglasses. Her golden hair was a wave against her mid back.

Clothes from the best Italian designers stuck to her skin, which in return showed off said skin more than I expected for a tour guide. A sexy crimson blouse that had the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing off her cleavage and the same matching crimson pencil skirt with a slit on the side that was borderline concerning. Black high heels with diamond shards sewn in the sharp heels, shimmering little glints to show off their true quality.

She was the tour guide, Heidi, and she was in her element.

She had her perfect Italian accent that flowed like honey, and turned her body in a language that anyone could understand. She paused when she saw me standing there with the bracelet in my hand, a beacon for her. She motioned for the tour group to head into the foyer of the castle before she came towards me.

Once everyone entered the castle and the doors shut behind the last person, Heidi gave a large grin and did an actual good curtsy despite how skintight her pencil skirt was and the heels she was wearing. She straightened herself up and motioned me to follow her, with a daze in her eyes as though she was imagining the whole event in her mind.

I studied everything around me just like the tour group, even if I knew this was to become my new home. The tapestries and oil artworks were old.

Everything was in the condition in which it had been made. Every detail reminded me of the castle, and how it had been built in the 1300's (the Volturi on the other hand lived in castles all throughout Italy but managed to stay in the castle after it had been built through persuasion and help). Everything was the way it was supposed to be.

I only paid attention to what Heidi really was saying when she cleared her throat, which in return made me turn my head and notice her glancing at me subtly. She gave me a quick wink of the eye. One second it was there and the next it was gone. She was about to show me something magnificent and she knew I would enjoy the sight I was about to see.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to enter the throne room. Then we'll take a short break and have lunch, traditional Volterra delicacies, of course." Heidi shot a brilliant, warm smile towards the group before she opened the doors, and we all went into the throne room.

I had barely taken in the white and gold marble, the open dome ceiling that had stained glass windows, or that there was a dais when it happened.

One moment I was taking in the sights and the next there was the magnificent chorus of terror filled screams. Blood, oh the blood, blood was splattering everywhere. A good bit of it hit me, splattering against my cheekbones and the clothes I was wearing.

White and black blurs around me attacked with a ferociously that was very alluring. I loved the way the humans dropped to the ground like flies, some of them died instantly which was sad but there were others that were still twitching on the ground. The blurs that had attacked those specific ones came into focus as they bent down and continued to bite them and mark them and drain them of their blood as though they were gluttons.

Holding up the bloodstone bracelet once everyone was basically just finishing off the ones that hadn't died instantly, everything went still.

The only sounds that were around me were the cries and gurgling of victims pleading for their lives or to have themselves put out of their misery. The blood came dribbling out of their mouths and down the sides of their faces. One of them brought their hand up, shaking and begging for me to say something or to do something.

I stalked over to where the person was, not able to say anything, and noted that there was a broken piece of her jewelry next to her. Sharp and to the point. I jammed it into the side of her temple, and she widened her eyes before her life left her. Her head snapped to the side while the metal piece of her decorative necklace stayed stuck in her temple.

"Se tu vuoi che ti ami, fa' che ti brami."

I couldn't help the moan that escaped from my mouth, nor the warmth that suddenly made itself home between my legs. I could feel my panties become ruined just by the sound of that voice. A voice that I would always want to hear for the rest of my life. Which would be forever, an endless death that would never result in anything other than the sweet venom filled damnation.

I turned my head, watching as the exact vampire in the painting came stalking down the dais steps with a swing to his hips, his black curls cascaded and bounced with each step he took.

His black cloak was draped over his back with a silver brooch chain keeping them together. The letter V with little bloodstones etched in the brooch. He had on a black silk button up shirt underneath the cloak, the top three buttons unbuttoned to show off his hairless collarbone and some of the muscle. His matching-colored silk pants stuck to his skin, and his black heels had some height to them, making him even taller than he was.

He was everything I wanted and more. And those crimson eyes were almost black in both thirst and arousal. I was contemplating slamming him into the ground before lowering myself upon him, moving against him and holding his long hair in my fists as I rode him hard and unforgivingly. His hands would explore my breasts before landing on my hips, spurring me on. The bloody bodies around us would be fitting, and with how close I was to the woman I finished off some of her blood would pool itself upon us as we fucked each other brutally.

Reaching me he held out his hand.

With long, slim fingers that were almost feminine, and fingernails that were sharp and able to tear into flesh easily even if he were human, the vampire king beckoned me to get up from the marble flooring next to the corpse. I brought my hand out and placed it in his, making him show an excitement at the thought of reading my thoughts. He wanted to read what his homicidal, serial killer queen was like, he wanted to read my murders in my mind, but he was greeted with nothing.

He quickly shouted something in Italian, and then the throne room was empty along with the corpses. The blood was still there, but there was a drain in the middle of the throne room. If they needed to wash and clean the floor at least it could go through the drain, and they wouldn't have to worry about leaving the room with buckets full of bloody water. The corpses I had no idea what they would do with, probably take them somewhere and burn their bodies so no one could find them.

"You are divine, amore mio. I can see this is not your first time, how many before?"

"Three. Two of them were classmates of mine and the last one was a homeless man in Port Angeles. Your guard found me and decided not only to bring me because of my future Gift of being a shield but also because you and I are mates."

Aro picked up my hand that held the bloodstone bracelet and smirked a tiny bit. He looked at me and brought his finger up to run it against the drying blood on my cheekbone. He pulled it away and stuck it in my mouth. My tongue danced against his finger as I sucked away all the blood that had come from that woman, I had finished off earlier.

"Jane insisted on having this bracelet made. She has two. The one she always keeps in her pocket and another she wears during special occasions. The one in your hand is meant for you. She wants to have a matching bracelet as her mother," Aro mused as he pulled the bloodstone bracelet from me and put it around my wrist. He kissed my wrist bone though he brushed his teeth against my skin a moment later, lathering it up with venom and blood residue.

I glanced around us once more, not seeing the other two kings in the room. They must have decided they would let Aro and I have privacy. I appreciated it and as Aro ran his fingers against my cheekbone again, inquiring my name, I found myself answering him without him saying anything else.

"Bella, well actually it's Isabella. Isabella Marie Swan…. but that's not what I want to say. What did you tell me before, in Italian?"

Aro chuckled softly before he mumbled against the shell of my ear, "If you want me to love you, let me crave you."

He blew against my ear before pulling away gently, adding, "and crave you I do. I shall have every inch of you, amore mio. There's a couple of things you have to do first, in order to prove that you are serious about being my queen."

"O-Of course. Whatever you desire, I shall do."

"You will have to go through three trials. The first trial is to ally yourself with Queen Athenodora. You will need to be allies. I will reward you, and you will find pleasure from this reward. I will tell you the next two when you are finished with the current trial you go through. Each success will bring more pleasure, until you succeed in your trials, and I bite you."

The adrenaline of all that had happened just now crashed over me, and without really thinking about it, I soon passed out from exhaustion and excitement in the arms of my future vampire husband king.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: update 2 of 3.

I wanted to give Aro the vibes of Loki from the Marvel Avengers movies, Tom Hiddleston. Look up Gifs of him walking and you'll understand. ;)

Let me know what you thought of this chapter.

next chapter: Bella goes through her first trial.

-it'semmynotemma

as always: Twilight doesn't belong to me