Fireworks
Chapter 3
Jane POV
As Edward opened the door to the Cullen residence, I was already focused on business—not on the boy from last time or his human. I didn't want to aggravate him.
"Hello, Edward," I said.
"Felix," he greeted, nodding. Edward's flat gaze turned to me. "Welcome. I'll take you to your room."
"Felix, I can take those bags. Thank you."
Felix seemed pleasantly surprised by Edward's politeness, especially since last time he had killed the newborn. Most people thought of Felix as a brutal monster, but he was really quite simple. He had been mad at me for making him kill the newborn; he didn't like killing. We were fine now, but he should have left the Volturi a long time ago. He wasn't meant for this life. As he handed the bags to Edward, he turned to me and offered a hand to shake. He would have hugged me, but he knew I wouldn't want that in front of a Cullen. I felt my throat close at this gesture. My hand clasped his, and then he was off back to the car while I stepped into the Cullen house. The door closed behind me, and I was truly alone.
The room I was housed in was nice—it had a bed, nightstand, light, wardrobe, and desk, all the things I expected. I unpacked and took a shower. Vampires don't have body odor, but it was a ritual I practiced every day since the invention of showers, and I wasn't going to break it now. After the shower, I stashed my robes away neatly and pulled on a t-shirt, hoodie, and my pair of pajama pants my brother got me for Christmas. It was night out, after all. With my hair still wet, I figured now was the best time to address the Cullens.
Opening my door, I made my way down the stairs into the living area. The big Cullen was playing a video game, his blonde mate beside him reading a magazine. Edward was at the piano. Alice and her mate were playing a game of chess at the kitchen table—Alice was winning. Esme was in the kitchen cooking. To my shock, I made my way to the kitchen, ignoring the stares I received for my clothes. I guess they had only ever seen me in my robes before.
"Esme," I called out, and the woman jumped at the sound of my voice, spinning to face me.
"Oh, Jane! What is it, sweaty?"
That made me frown. "Sweaty"? I wasn't sweaty to anyone—not even my real mother called me that when she was alive. Strange, Esme. "I would like to address your family. Where is Carlisle?"
She nodded understandingly. "Up in his office."
I turned without thanking her; I had to remember I was a Volturi guard—their enemy. I could not allow myself to relax around people who called me "sweaty." As I made my way through the living room and up the stairs, I could still feel their stares on my back. It made sense; they had never seen me in normal clothes, only the Volturi robes. But to be honest, I preferred anything to the Volturi clothes.
I reached Carlisle's door and knocked once, then stuck my head in. He was typing something on his computer and hadn't noticed me. Putting on my most commanding face, I walked in.
"Carlisle, I would like to speak to all of you in the living room."
He looked up, startled, but before he could say anything, I was walking briskly away. It took Carlisle a second to follow, but soon we were all in the living room. I was sitting in a nice leather chair, brushing my wet hair. Soon they would all be here. I had to be strong.
As it took the Cullens to gather in the living room, my thoughts began to drift a little. It was the first time I had really had a chance to think. I was thinking about the boy again—with his coal black hair and glassy brown eyes. I imagined him holding me, brushing my hair from my face, his soft lips on my cheek, my jaw, my lips…
Edward's cough brought me back to reality. I jolted up, eyes wide. How much had he heard? Bastard, I thought venomously. Get out of my thoughts. He only rolled his eyes. I was about to make him feel the worst pain he could possibly imagine when Carlisle finally entered.
I cleared my throat and began. "Cullens, as I'm sure you know, I'm here to supervise until Bella is made a vampire. I was wondering when that would be."
Edward frowned. "Jane, we were planning on taking our time with that. Maybe in a year or two. It's not something we want to rush."
My heart sank. Not seeing Alec for a year would be hell for me and my brother. I was the only one to protect us from Caius's beatings and Demetri's sharp words and taunts. He would have no one to help him.
"So," Carlisle began, "we need to talk about ground rules."
This was not going the way I had planned. I am Jane Volturi, the witch twin, Aro's best weapon. Now I found myself pulling my knees up to my chin, wrapping my arms around my legs as Carlisle began.
"First, no killing humans. You'll only get animal blood while you stay here."
Tough but fair; I could handle that.
"Second, you can't use your power on any of us."
Okay, that would be tough. Edward was too invasive, reading MY PRIVATE THOUGHTS. I could see him wince, but it was possible.
"Third, you can't talk to any of the werewolves. You can't even get close to the border."
That made sense; they would tear me to pieces. Then I started thinking a little more. The boy from the clearing—why didn't I notice he wasn't a vampire or a human? He must have been one of the werewolves; that was why he was there that day. He was in the battle, fighting with the Cullens. But Carlisle had said I couldn't even get close to the werewolves. That was good, I thought; it meant I wouldn't be tempted to leave my brother, who needed me.
"Okay," I said out loud, slipping on my business-like, firm mask. "That sounds fair, Carlisle. But I need one thing. Part of my reason for being here is to ensure Bella is safe."
I held out a hand to Edward as he began to interrupt. I needed to get this out. "Therefore, I wish to go into town once a week to assure myself she's not in danger."
Edward growled at that last part, but Esme quickly shut him up. They probably didn't want to anger me since I had so far agreed to their terms.
"Very well," Carlisle said, "but two members of my family will be with you the whole time you're outside."
"Okay. Thank you for your cooperation."
I stood and walked away up the stairs to my room. Finally, some peace of mind. But I knew that was something I would never get here.
Edward POV
When Jane was gone, all eyes turned to me. I could hear their mental questions like bells in my ears. Now that she was gone, they could ask them. Esme was the first.
"So she intends to follow our rules?"
From her thoughts, I would say yes. She seemed okay with all of them, though a bit annoyed about not using her powers. She kind of hates me. But when the topic of the werewolves came up, that got her thinking.
"What do you mean? Do you think she's going to try and find Seth?" Carlisle asked.
"I wouldn't say that, but she's figured out he's one of them. She certainly hasn't forgotten about him."
Emmett chuckled from his spot on the floor. "Oh yeah, cold, calculating, evil psychopath Jane and nice, friendly, happy-go-lucky Seth have fallen in love—a match made in heaven!"
I let out a long sigh. "That seems to be what happened, alright. I'm going to see Bella. I'll see you guys at school tomorrow. Tell her I said hi."
"Alice calls from her spot curled up with Jasper on the couch.
"I will," I called back over my shoulder as I ran out into the night. This was not going to end well. Jane was going to be a big problem.
Seth POV
I was walking out of the forest after a long night of running, trying to ignore the longing in my heart. It was useless. I had watched closely as the car pulled up to the Cullen house, forcing myself to leave before I saw her. I didn't think I could take the rest of the night. I had been working myself into a foul mood. It wasn't fair—she was my imprint, and they wouldn't let me see her. She was everything I needed, and they wouldn't LET ME SEE HER.
As I walked the rest of the way back, my angry thoughts turned sadder and quieter, staring at my feet as I trudged through the trees to my house. The ever-present overcast clouds grumbled above me, but I wasn't in any mood to care. Was this what Leah felt like all the time? She had loved Sam. I had thought Sam loved her too, and even knowing about the effects of imprinting, it had still taken a while for her to forgive him. I knew through the pack link how upset she still was, but I didn't do anything about it. Now I got it. I should have been more supportive.
I would personally love a shoulder to cry on right now, and I was sure Leah had needed one too. I stopped on my way up the steps to my room, ignoring my sister and mother's calls after me. I needed time to think.
I lay down on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I was thinking about her—not the fact that I couldn't see her, but of her talking, laughing, staring into her scarlet eyes, stroking her velvet cheeks. I wanted to know everything about her, but I couldn't. I thought with a verbal and mental growl, it wasn't fair.
Jane POV
It had been two days since I arrived, and I was undoubtedly the most depressed I'd ever been. The Cullens were nice, but unlike the Volturi, who gave you things to do, they just acted like normal humans doing normal human things. I hadn't found this surprising; the Cullens were always known for their very human ways. Tonight was no different.
All the Cullens were doing something. I sighed, looking up from the letter I was writing to Aro. I was starting to get hungry, and writing this letter wasn't much fun. Eating animals didn't sound appealing either, but oh well—it was something to do. I got up from my desk and walked over to my suitcase. I still hadn't unpacked, but that was fine. I pulled out a slightly too large hoodie and put it on over my t-shirt, then I changed into my running shorts and headed for the door. Normally, I wore sweatpants, jeans, or Volturi robes, but those weren't exactly good for hunting.
As I walked down the stairs, I was mainly focused on my hair, pulling it into a ponytail. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs when I finally caught her scent. Bella was sitting at the piano next to Edward, holding hands and staring at each other in a very sickening manner. I grinned. Finally.
Now it wasn't as embarrassing when I thought about the werewolf boy I didn't know. Neither had noticed me, so I quietly put on my sneakers and walked toward the door. Unfortunately, that would lead me by the piano, and Edward quickly noticed. He leaped up.
I turned to him, putting on my coldest face. I could see Bella wilt under my gaze, a blush creeping onto her face.
"I'm going hunting, Edward."
"Very well, Jane," he replied, nodding absently. "But be careful. Don't want to warm poor Bella, do we?"
He growled at that, and I was so tempted to inflict pain—not on him, but on Bella, because it would hurt him more. But she couldn't feel my pain. Edward growled again, this time louder.
"Don't even think about it, Jane."
"Time to go," I said, nodding again, smirking as I left the house.
"Remember, Jane: no humans, only animals!" he called out behind me.
I rolled my eyes, still smirking over my victory. But as I ran through the trees, feeling free and alive, the smirk left my face. I started thinking about my words to Edward, imagining myself with the boy, holding his hand and staring into his glassy brown eyes. If someone threatened him, I felt a sudden, odd pang of concern.
This wasn't right. I stopped my run and growled, pacing around a clearing. It was twilight now, and I could hear the night creatures quieting at the presence of a predator in their midst. I smirked—a perk of being a vampire.
Then I spotted a deer about twenty-six yards away. I slowly got down and moved forward. This would set me straight. I pounced; unfortunately, the deer was young, and I was still emotionally blinded. It fled faster than any human, but I wouldn't be defeated by an animal. I pursued it, letting all my raw emotions fuel me—my sadness at not seeing my brother, my frustrations with the Cullen house, my disappointment at not being able to see this boy, this crush I couldn't seem to forget.
I was slowly gaining on the deer, my teeth clenched, my eyes following its every movement. Then suddenly, the deer jumped, and I didn't. I tripped straight down into a small creek, the deer bounding away. Now I was really angry. Vampires don't trip—especially not Volturi. Especially not Jane Volturi!
For God's sake. As I stood, I could tell I had messed up my leg. That was just great. It didn't hurt, and it would heal quickly, but it would be hard to walk on, and it was embarrassing. It screamed of weakness. Suddenly, I heard a crashing noise, and then a figure burst from the trees to my right, coming straight toward me.
As he stopped, I finally got a good look at him, and I felt like if my heart could beat again, it would be racing out of control. All my problems vanished, replaced by ease and happiness I had never known.
"Hello, I heard you fall. Are you okay?" the boy with the glassy brown eyes asked.
sorry for the late update I try to update this story on Wednesdays. But I had some school work and all that. Next week hopefully I can publish some one shots I've been working on as well as a update to this story and lastly I'm sorry for the cliffhanger.
