𝑨𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒂 𝑽𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊 was found by none other than Caius Volturi as a newborn after being kidnapped by members of the newly expanded Romanian coven. After looking into her brown eyes, Caius knew that this child was as good as his own and...
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CHARLIE HAD BEGUN TO PACK HIS BAGS THREE DAYS AGO. After the ferocious argument with his American daughter, the police chief had made the hard decision of leaving Forks altogether for a few months to a year. Of course, his coworkers were saddened to see their beloved mentor and father-figure of many years go, but they supported his desire to grow closer to the daughter in Italy he once thought dead.
Concerns over the well-being of Bella flew out the window as he sat on the plane, where he had been placed in a nice seat, able to see the clouds in the sky. He'd hated planes as a child, mainly due to the fact he'd been born and raised in Forks, where there was no need to get on a machine of terror. His ears surely weren't used to the aircraft, popping from pressure.
He'd made a decision, and Charlie didn't know exactly what waited in Volterra, but he knew that if his daughter had survived for so long in a clocktower it had to be good enough for him.
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EDWARD CULLEN WAS OFTEN FIXATED ON THINGS HE COULDN'T HAVE. As a child he'd become fixated on a doll that his mother insisted was for a sister he never got, one he'd desired so deeply. He'd cried for hours when his father told him that dolls were for girls and that his mother couldn't have any more children. It was the first piece of disappointment that the young Edward had ever faced, and he didn't know if he would have gotten over it if not for Carlisle turning him.
The blood was something anyone could be entranced with, and when he heard about blood singers he'd listened carefully, praying every night that he could experience the thrill of one. It was his right as a vampire, wasn't it? Even on the diet of human blood, Edward had never been quite as satisfied or angry when Bella Swan had graced his presence.
His desires were of hellish torment. He wanted to drain her slowly, to destroy her humanity and perhaps make her his. These thoughts, he knew, were just thoughts, and he allowed his conscience to come in and force an unnatural self-hatred into his bones.
Each and every moment he spent with his blood singer fueled his excitement and even more so, his disappointment.
Creeping deep inside him were the words of Carlisle, the same ones that told him that eating a living human was wrong and that blood should be from beings that they never were. Humans can be turned and the chances of it happening are too common for modern vampires to be able to safely, that the Volturi are getting stricter and stricter on hunting grounds. Volterra is a land of laws just as much as it the land of the pure and justified. Edward and he are too young to be taken seriously by the elders, so Edward must set an example of a vampire in control.
He couldn't stay in control in front of Bella, not when his hunger began to rage out of control in front of his family, the people he had to keep the guise in front of. He was supposed to be morose, that is how he had been when he was human. His mother had died in front of him and Esme was better than she could have ever been. Yet he thinks that his mother wouldn't have made him stay away.
The idea that he could lose control and ruin everything was what truly set his plan in motion. He couldn't have his blood singer in the way she was intended for him, but Bella was meant for Edward in ways so dark in twisted that he halfway wanted to beg the three kings of the Volturi for mercy, to rip his head off and feed him into the fires of justice. His intentions and his mind were not pure.
He wanted to kill Bella, but he wanted to be with her forever. He could make her his vampire mate and have that be his everlasting disappointment.
No blood and a mate that wasn't truly his own mate. Bella would be the fixation that would never end. He could never be bored of something that wasn't ever meant to happen. Maybe she'd be his bride for a time, she could be alive. They could test the boundaries until he lost control. He wouldn't drink her, but he would turn her against the will of Carlisle and perhaps even her.
Carlisle hadn't asked for the gift of immortality, or perhaps the curse of it, and the ones who were turned like that seemed like they were better of because of it.
Fuck autonomy, Edward wanted this unattainable thing, and he would have it the way he wanted it.
He was at the impasse between the cliffs and the forest, searching for the scent of Bella. He'd been intrigued when he saw his ex-girlfriend sobbing on the ground next to the edge, her thoughts completely unknown to him. He'd wondered if he did this and he growled at the idea, she was strong enough to live without him, right?
Edward's tall form creeped behind Bella as she sobbed, her tears falling down from her cheeks into the top of her dirty shirt.
She hadn't realized that he was behind her when she cried out, "You're a fucking asshole for leaving me! All I wanted was you!"
"Is that true?" Edward whispered from her side. "Was it really me that you wanted? Or did you like the danger of me?"
"I loved every piece of you that came with being with you.... Being without you feels like I have nothing left. I thought I could do it with Jacob, I really did, but my own fucking sister stole him away from me the day she met him. It was all over then, I should have seen it. I wish you and Alice were here like you used to be. You were the ones who really cared about me."
