Title : Revamped
Summary : After Bella was left by the Cullen's she was taken in and turned by the Volturi. Now nearly a century later she is back in Forks, with one mission. To exterminate the Cullen family.
A/N : Hey guys! I'm not new to fanfiction, just finally posting after such a long time lurking.I apologise if there's mistakes, I'm typing this on my phone and have no beta. Thanks for clicking and I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One
Bella Volturi, right hand to her Master Aro, his most trusted protege was fuming as she sat perched upon her desk chair, armed to the teeth. Curling her long brunette hair around her finger. Blood red eyes searing, nearly burning a hole straight through her mirror to the corridor outside of her chambers. She tensed as she sat.
She had two daggers sheathed at her side, an extra two, smaller blades hidden in the gauntlets around her wrists, small metal shards for the pins in her hair, and another tucked under cloak. Weighing down against her back. She glared at her reflection as well as the crumpled letter next to her balled up fist, gripped so hard her knuckles were white,
She was to be sent away, as per Aro's orders. Not unfamiliar, but he wanted her to go there. Of all the places she travelled, had been to exterminate the threat and pursue their law, His law, he sent her there. It must be a punishment, one he no doubt was finding unending delight in. But she thought it wasn't his decision alone.
With little more than a glance she left her room. Luxurious for her, with a large four poster mahogany bed, a spacious washroom and bathing area, and a desk with a mirror. Some of her clothes piled into the trunks along the far wall, and her weapons and books on display on any surface. She had been given a small library a long long time ago, as a gift from her Lord. As over the years she had spent many copious hours between missions with her nose buried in a book. Yes, even at times she found fondness for Dracula. Laughable, but with fondness. Books being something she still cherished, not much else fell into that category nowadays. Just work, books, and her three leaders. One more so than others. She'd admit ruefully.
Slamming her feet on the stone floor she exited her chambers. Startling the servant walking past with an armful of sheets. She shrieked but bent down to pick up her mess whilst Bella didn't deign to give her a glance.
Bella trudged through the castle, Volterra. Her mind raced, getting irate the further she walked. She left her rooms, and the closer she got to the hall everything changed. The walls became cleaner, there were more sentires posted in every alcove and door. Rich red banners and curtains hung from the domed hallways and ceilings to the tiled floor. Large windows lined most passages, overlooking terraces, the many courtyards and a sparring arenas. One she delighted in using with one of her own men on occasion. .
She approached ornate doors, outlined with a golden trim. An obnoxious gold eagle perched right in the centre, splitting in two as the sentires either side opened it with not even a glance to her, and she entered their hall.
It was a grand room, luxurious, open spaced, floor to ceiling windows lined once more with thick red curtains on either side. Ornate chandeliers dangling far above their head. Her boots signalling every step she took. Bella took an unneeded steadying breath as she approached.
They were expecting her it seems, walking swiftly across the tiles and bowing deeply. Falling to her knees in front of all of them. The knives at her sides pinched her thighs in the process.
Markus, the eldest, the coven leader was looking bored as ever.
Caius, the youngest to join but rose through the ranks quickly due to his innate bloodlust and truthfulness, was staring right past her head as if she were no more than a sack of shit on his pristine carpet. Bella thought of him the same way.
Then lastly Aro, the man she served, no not man, the immortal being she owed her life's debt to. The one she devoted the rest of her own immortal life to serving and had done so for nearly a century. She owed it all to him, every new breath, albeit fake or not, that forced its way through her lungs, to the home she lived in and the days she spent learning amongst her own new kind. Something she shouldn't take for granted. Couldn't.
"Get up." His voice boomed through the hall. If it were like this during her first few years she would've flinched, just a frightened teen terrified of the blood coursing through her veins, the new hunger, the lust all terrifying. She barely remembered the feeling.
Bella rose slowly, though he could've made her kneel there for a hundred years if he so wished. She nodded once at full height and turned her full attention to him.
Giving Caius and Marcus a respectful glance also.
"Three days you have to prepare yourself." Bella nodded. Not yet speaking, though she was permitted, but saying what was on her mind right now would definitely get it ripped from her shoulders. So she grit her teeth and held in her curses. He was doing this to torment her. To send her back to where it all started, to dispatch them.
She almost couldn't bear it. She had spent years forgetting their faces, if it weren't for Aro's reminder she'd would've soon forgotten about them entirely, having spent decades training herself to do so. Forcing the faces of the spineless cowards who left her to fend for herself. She was merely a human, and had been taken in by them. Looked after, protected. But it was all a ruse, the second it had gotten difficult, she had a talk with the youngest son, Edward. Whom she'd had a fascination with. He informed her they were to leave immediately, and by the next morning it was like they were never in Forks to begin with.
Aro finished detailing the plans he'd set in place for her, and told her to leave. Caius' blood red eyes still bore into her as she nodded.
"You've barely spoken. my dear, cat got your tongue?" Aro said with a sliver of a smile on his thin lips. Red eyes widening.
"No my Lord." She kept her voice low, and bowed again.
"Very well. Don't disappoint me."
She turned hastily and started walking for her rooms the second she got out. Barely contained emotions. Servants moved out the way, even her superior, Jane only gave abemused look to Bella's temper. With a slam of her bedroom door she put her fist through one of the bed posts, shattering it completely.
How dare he.
He knew what this would mean to her, after everything this was going to be it. She had to face them. Bella gripped what remained of her bed post and hurtled it into the brick wall, ruining it further.
She was being sent to take them out. At Least when she finally had to confront them, she could tear them to pieces and get it over with.
