Chapter 21: Ruined plans
Carlisle listened to the phone call in devastation.
It was the Romanians. As soon as chief black was done talking, he ran straight to Aro's quarters bypassing the guard and not even bothering to knock. He burst right into Aro's study, the latter who seemed to be in a meeting with the other brothers.
Caius hissed and opened his mouth to verbally reprimand him but Carlisle was already reaching for Aro's hand.
As soon as he saw the conversation Aro let a deafening roar.
"It's the Romanians! They have Demetri and Isabella. Carlisle called the chief back and told him we would meet them at a safe house in Romania. We can meet there to set up a plan. Brothers the Romanians have messed with us for the last time."
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If Edward could he'd bite his nails off in worry.
Vladimir and Stephan had Bella. His Bella.
Well, she wasn't his anymore. She was Paul's but that couldn't stop him from loving her. If she wanted to leave Paul for him he'd say yes in a heartbeat but he had to think of her best interest. Bella was in love with the wolf. He could have seen that a mile away. The way she looked at him and the way Paul looked at her.
It was nothing compared to what Edward thought he had with Bella. What he had had with her was superficial.
Either way, Edward vowed to return Bella to Paul. Her happiness was all that mattered.
….
Charlie held on to the arm of his window seat as they touched down in Romania. He fought hard against the pack and Julian's argument for him to stay in la push but he refused. Bella was his daughter. His only daughter and he was going to help save her. Besides, if his daughter could learn to fight leeches, then so could he.
He closed his eyes as he thought about his baby girl, trapped in that dungeon. With god knows what happening to her.
"We are getting ready to land, put your seatbelts on." The pilot announced.
As he buckled his seatbelt, Charlie looked around the plane. 60 people in all. Half of them were the pack but the majority of them were Paul's family. He knew the Ferguson family was rich and powerful but he never knew how much manpower they had behind them.
A majority of their firefighters were women but you had a handful of men who were strong and seemed to be skilled. He hadn't said anything but Charlie noticed the various weapons they had loaded onto the plane. The enemy wouldn't know what hit them.
Speaking of hitting, he turned in his seat to look back at his son-in-law. He was sitting in the very back away from everyone else. He then turns to look at Julian Junior. The latter was sporting a black eye courtesy of Paul. He had no clue what the fight was about but right before they boarded the flight, Julian said something to Paul in French and Paul knocked him out cold. No one dared stop him.
He had no clue why but he had the feeling something had changed between Paul and his family. Something big but what, he had no clue.
Even though they were landing, Charlie unbuckled his seat belt and headed towards Paul. Just as he was about to reach him, two women with shades and spears stopped him.
"personne ne s'approche du roi !" one of them shouted.
However, Paul spoke "laissez-le passer, il a la permission à tout moment"
The women stepped aside and Charlie sat down across from him.
"Son?" he questioned.
Paul shook his head.
"I'll explain when everything settles. Right now I just want to focus on getting her back. We're fighting an unknown enemy here and everyone needs to have their heads in the game.." he practically growled.
It was then Charlie knew Paul wasn't just talking to him, he was talking to everyone.
They couldn't afford to lose.
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Carlisle watched in awe as the mass of shifters got off the plane. The landing strip was connected to the safe house the Volturi had in Romania, so it made it easy to connect with their guest.
He stood behind the kings as the two women and two men with spears approached them. Not including the Quileute shifters, or Charlie Swan everyone else seemed to be wearing the same colors. Green shirts with yellow belts and black pants.
It was the Jamaican flag.
The four people he deemed to be warriors stood before them. They then banged the bottom of their spears on the ground.
"Behold our king!" they said in unison.
"Notre roi!" the group said behind them.
The Volturi looked on in shock. They didn't expect such a display of power and strength and neither did he. They thought they'd be meeting with maybe 20 people at max, who had somewhat of a decent plan.
It seems they underestimated their allies.
The four warriors moved aside for a man to walk between them and stand face-to-face with the Volturi kings.
Carsile held back a gasp.
The man standing in front of them was not the same man he had met a while ago. This man standing in front of them was a king in all his right. He was dressed in the blackest of blacks and yet on his shoulders sat a green, yellow, and black cloak. On his hip was a sword.
A sword made of vampire flesh.
"I believe we have much to accomplish." He began. "We share a common enemy. That enemy has my queen and we will rescue her no matter the cost."
Aro being the face of the volturi stepped forward.
"As one king to another, I agree. We will defeat this enemy. My name is Aro volturi. These are my brothers Marcus and Caius. May we ask your name new ally?"
Carlisle watched as Paul took off his shades, his violet eyes glowing brightly.
"My name is Paul lahote Ferguson, crown king of the tiger clan."
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Once introductions were over the tension seemed to dissipate yet the powerful energy of their new allies stayed.
"I believe it would be best if we sat down to discuss strategy?"Aro questioned. "My brother Caius and our ally Jasper Whitlock have advanced experience in this area."
Carlisle internally winched at Aro's words. Whether he knew it or not, he just implied that Paul and their guest had no idea how to strategize.
A growl sounded in the air, but Paul waved it away. He then turned and motioned for someone to come closer.
Five people stepped forward. He recognized Charlie Swan among them.
"Let us get this done," Paul said swiftly as he locked eyes with Aro.
Aro seemed a little taken aback, at the intensity of Paul's stare but shook himself out of it.
"Yes very well. Follow us please."
Paul swung a hand in the air.
"set up camp!" he ordered.
Behind him, the crowd began to disperse and tents began to pop up.
"Is that necessary? We won't be here long," Caius asked as they entered the small castle.
"Unlike your kind, my kind needs to sleep. Besides this battle will not happen overnight, our enemy is patient and so am I."
"At the cost of your precious mate?" Caius sneered.
Before anyone could move, Paul had a caius through a wall. He was holding the latter by his throat.
Caius thrashed.
"DO NOT TEST ME KING CAIUS. DO NOT THINK I AM NOT BLIND AS TO THE SCARS AND BITES YOU AND YOUR BROTHERS MARKED MY MATE WITH! THE ONLY THING KEEPING THIS FRAGILE ALLIANCE TOGETHER IS OUR COMMON ENEMY! SO HOLD YOUR TONGUE OR I WILL RIP IT OUT!"
He then dropped Caius like a sack of potatoes.
Aro smiled nervously.
"Please brother, my friends, let us end this futile feuding. King Paul, I apologize on my brother's behalf. We mean you or Isabella no harm. Please come sit in the conference room, so we can discuss strategy."
Aro gestured.
Paul ignored him and walked into the conference room, his entourage following behind him. Marcus joined them and was quick to have a guard bring in water and food.
While Marcus was distracting their guest, Carlisle watched as Aro picked up his brother and began to scold him in Italian.
" Fratello! sei diventato pazzo! vedi quali connessioni potremmo ottenere da questa alleanza ed eccoti qui a farlo incazzare!" Brother! have you gone mad! do you see what connections we could get form this alliance and here you are pissing him off!
" chi crede di essere! Aro, non ne abbiamo bisogno!" caius hissed. who does he think he is! Aro we don't need them!"
Aro was going to say something but froze when Paul's voice rang out.
"è scortese far aspettare il tuo ospite" its rude to keep your guest waiting.
Caius groaned.
"Of course, he knows French."
"Yes well, pardon the wait, let us get started. Carsile can you gather the others?"
Within seconds, Edward, Rosalie, Afton, Felix, Jane, and Alec were in the room.
"Let us get started,…" Marcus requested.
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"Little mouse, little mouse…" Victor called out as he opened the door to the dungeon.
The past ten days had been glorious. He tortured the Volturi's little pet and drank the blood of his own.
But he didn't just drink her blood. He got to feel her. the tightness of a woman. A real woman. He couldn't describe the pleasure of her warmth wrapped around him.
He wouldn't admit it aloud but he wouldn't be able to kill her. She was too addicting. Her scent. Her voice. Her beauty.
How had this little mouse had him in such a state? The only problem now was his temporary allies. Vladimir and Stephan. Not to mention the other vampires they had brought along with them. The pretentious Egyptian coven and some nomads who were tired of following the rules.
Victor rolled his eyes in disgust. This overthrow of the Volturi plan was not going to go well. As much as he liked to stir up trouble, even he knew when to bow out gracefully.
That's what he was going to do now.
Right now, everyone was out and it was his chance to leave.
"little mouse…" he called seductively.
There was no answer.
Victor stepped further into the dark dungeon.
To his surprise, the Volturi's tracker was gone. And yet his little mouse sat in a corner. Her back facing him.
"There you are. Now tell me? Where did our tracker go?"
Before he could react, something or someone jumped on his shoulders.
And at the same time, his little mouse stood.
Victor gasped.
Her skin was no longer pale but striped black and white.
Her pupils were glowing an odd ombre color. Her hands were sharp claws and a tail swung between her legs.
Without hesitation, she jumped on him.
"NOW DEMETRI GO!"
The pressure on his back was gone and a crash was heard.
Looking back Victor saw that the tracker had crashed through the wall.
In a haze of anger, he backhanded his mouse.
"You'll regret that girl!"
He then proceeded to knock her out and carry her out the hole in the wall.
Now his plans were spoiled. He needed to escape and fast.
