Her Majesty (Volturi Kings)

CHAPTER ONE

2006, nearly three centuries later. 

Three centuries had passed since my transformation, and things had drastically changed. First, the fashion. I was eccentric when the idea of women wearing pants became acceptable and popular. Jeans had become a new favorite of mine. The comfort and flexibility they give me was just perfect for my frequent runs in the woods.

Secondly, Garrett had completely banned the use of the radio in the 1960s. Garrett lifted the ban only about ten years ago but would have to turn off the radio if a British song came on. The 1960s had messed him up badly. It was quite an entertaining show for me to see Garrett lose his mind whenever a British song came on, and that was more than frequent, it was constant. I would laugh every time a song from a British group came on, especially "Here Comes the Sun" and "I am the Walrus" by The Beatles, for Garrett would grab the radio and smash it. I would keep on buying radio after radio just to get the same reaction. Sadly though, Garrett had enough of it. "I hated the first British invasion, and I hate the second British invasion even more," he would remind me. Still, it was an entertaining show for me.

Thirdly, the everchanging technology. Garrett and I were amazed as physical mail began to become a digital mail, an E-mail. We never would have thought that if you wished to send a personal letter or a business note to a person, you could just E-mail. Garrett and I would use it often with friends we had met over the past three centuries, specifically to invite them to outings. We were also amazed as social communication began to change. When the first form of the telephone broke out, Garrett and I studied it for hours. Sadly, this version wasn't portable and wasn't for much use since the two of us are nomads, we never stayed in the same place for long. But when the cellphone came out, we were heads over heels. We currently carried our own personal flip-phone, and we would use it to call each other if we were separated for some time or to call our friends. We also were very excited to learn that instead of having to pay to see a play, we could just watch a recorded show or movie on the TV. The advancement of technology was a blessing to the both of us.

Currently, Garrett and I were on the search for some blood. We had agreed that since it was a quiet night, we would split up to find our own delicious human. Stalking past an alleyway, I see a woman walking down the alley, furiously typing on her phone. She must be angry, I think. The more delicious. Anger definitely played a role in blood scent and taste. It appealed to me. The anger gave a spicy favor to the blood that made my unbeating heart soar with delight and my taste buds tingle.

Her blood was mouth-watering, and I couldn't take it anymore. She was a bloodsinger, I soon realized. Not the strongest, but her blood did call for me to drain her body dry. I rush over to her and pounce. The woman screams as I slam her into the wall and sink my teeth into her, draining her until her body slumps onto the ground. She was dead. Finishing the work of disguising the crime scene, I search out Garrett who was in another alleyway slamming a punk-looking guy with a guitar against the wall.

"Oh, please do shut up." I hear Garrett snarl. The next words made me giggle. "I hated the first British invasion; I hate the second one even more."

"Aw, poor Garrett." I giggle. "Is the poor guy bothering you?"

Garrett's eyes were black as he lowered his mouth to his victim's neck.

"Immensely."

Before he could bite, a voice interrupted. A voice so familiar. I knew that voice.

"What I don't understand," the bulky interrupter says, "is that you, Amity, aren't bothered by the British music. Weren't you also a patriot?"

I shrug. "It's nice to see Garrett lose his mind."

Emmett's laugh filled the alleyway.

"I would say. Just seeing him get mad at a few words of a song from The Beatles is hilarious. You can't even tolerate The Beatles, Garrett? Really?"

Garrett turns his head towards Emmett, "old habits die hard."

I then noticed a blonde woman standing next to Emmett. Rosalie.

"Rosalie!" I greet, tackling her with vampiric speed. "It's so nice to see you! I haven't seen you for a very long time! I think the last time we came into contact with one another is when you found Emmett, yes? I do believe that's right."

"Oh, come on!" Emmett whines. "Why do I never get any excitable greetings?"

I roll my eyes. "Oh shush, you big baby."

Rosalie laughs.

"He may be a big baby, but he's my big baby. Anyway," she turns serious, "Carlisle needs you."

I hear a body being dropped. Poor Garrett must have dropped his prey.

"Sounds interesting--" Garrett was interrupted by his prey shouting for help. "But first, I better finish off my meal."

I grab Rosalie's arm, pulling her away to a nearby bench that was secluded from the alleyway.

I sat us down before talking, "so, why has Carlisle called for us? It's very peculiar for him to call for help. That is, if help is what I have assumed."

Rosalie nods. "We've been accused of a crime," she looked up to see Emmett walking Garrett over to us. "A crime we did not commit. Please, we need your witness. The Volturi...they are coming for us. They're coming for my family."

I placed my arm on hers.

"Rosalie, I do not care what you have been accused of, whether you are guilty or innocent, but no one messes with my friends and family. We're coming," I look at Garrett and he nods. "You tell us more on the way."

Nothing, and I mean nothing was going to endanger my friends. I wouldn't allow it.