Jane is tired of being in the shadow of Aro and being a seasoned vampire trapped in the body of a little girl. When Aro decides that all humans must either become vampires or be harvested for their blood, every human is out to get bitten. Speaking out against his plans means the true death. Who will be willing to die to save the world?
Chapter 1 The Capture of Edward Cullen (preview)
"Alec," I whispered.
"Yes," he whispered back.
"What will death feel like?"
"I don't know, sister."
I lifted the sheets back from our heads. He stared, blankly, into my eyes. His expression dead. In the back of my mind, I knew he was tired of living as vampire. Tired of living dead.
"But, it's suicide," I begged, softly. I knew he didn't care and it was what he wanted. Alec wanted to die and would use the revolution as an excuse to do it.
"My time ended a long time ago, Jane," he said, bittersweetly.
"You will leave me here with these traitors?"
"You can always come with me." He caressed my cheek. "Do not be afraid of death."
He was talking about the real, true death. To walk out in the sun. I pictured him walking out into the sun as it was rising. He would open his arms and embrace its warmth and vibrant light. And he would be accepting of it and happy. As his skin fell away, he never screamed or showed signs of pain because this is what he wanted, to be free. A bloody tear fell down my cheek. Alec took his finger and caught it. He tasted it to his tongue, and then he kissed my cheek, sweetly.
"I will always love you, Jane. I will be thinking of you when I go. You are my only family and my only true friend. I will never forget you, not even in death."
I sniffed, trying to hold back other tears.
"Do not cry for me, sister. Be happy that I will finally be happy and free," he said.
"I will try," I responded, sobbing.
He quietly slipped off the bed and went and stood by the door. He pressed his ear to it and listened. I watched him from the bed. The humans found out about the existence of vampires and an uprising was happening, causing vampires to hide in secret, causing humans to take it upon themselves to hunt us and try to exterminate us. But only the brave and stupid try. The others, the rightfully fearful ones, stay out of the revolution and avoid vampires as much as they can.
Aro is inviting the revolution, encouraging humans to seek us out to become like us, vampires. Myself and others are against this. It will wash away their fear, he tells them, and they will be feared.
More vampires means less food for us who are already vampires. Aro must be stopped. I will stitch his lips shut, if I have to.
He was listening for vampire soldiers who stalked the halls of our palace. Alec was a traitor in Aro's eyes and sent soldiers to kill him on sight. They will rip his limbs off and rip off his head if they catch him. It is an embarassing way for a vampire to die, Alec says. He chooses to die by the sun, with dignity.
Alec was in trouble for speaking out against Aro, our master, which is treason, and punishable by death. I hopped off the bed and opened the window.
"This way," I said. I looked down. There was no one patroling this side of the palace at the moment. Alec came and put one leg out of the window.
"I will miss you," he said as my heart was breaking into pieces. I could not speak, knowing this will be the last time I will see him. A content smile slid onto his face and he slid out of the window. My whole body trimbled.
"Don't be afraid for me. I am a clever boy," he said. He pressed his lips to the side of my mouth. I closed my eyes.
"Goodbye, Jane," he said. I couldn't respond. He leaped down three stories and landed on a balcony. I watched over him, apprehensively. He jumped from there and kept leaping until he reached ground. Alec then ran for the woods. Two soldiers had spotted him and ran after him, following him into the woods. I closed the window. I will know if he gets away or not. I will be able to feel it in my soul. I held on to that thought and it comforted me. He is still alive.
Blood dripped down my face. I fell to the floor as thoughts of Alec’s would- be death consumed me. It didn’t matter how free or happy he felt, he was still my brother and my only true friend. His death will hurt me more than anything. It will be the only thing that can.
The door creeked open and I looked up to find Chelsea standing there in the doorway. She wore a sleek, red, v- neck dress with most of her cleavage showing. She had a tiny smile. Her orange, curly hair was piled up high on her crown.
“Jane, come. You don’t want to miss this,” she said, her tone sleek. I didn’t ask her anything, I just followed her to the main Castle. Black cloaks lined up against the walls, and crowded the room. Aro, Marcus, and Caius were all seated on their throwns.
“What’s going on?” I asked Chelsea. She just smiled in response.
“Bring him forward,” Aro ordered from the middle thrown. Vampires parted the way for four guards dragging a man on his knees. I looked on in disbelief and excitement.
“Edward Cullen,” I said.
“Yes,” said Chelsea. “He is finally getting what he deserves.” She said this without taking her gaze away from the action. “The Olympic vampires have tried to interfere with Aro’s plan and failed miserably. They will die as punishment.”
“But, I only see one Cullen.”
“The others have already been exterminated. Aro is keeping Edward alive. Why, I don’t know.”
Soldiers dragged Edward infront of Aro. Aro leaned forward in his chair. Edward looked worn out and miserable. His empty, black eyes looked up at Aro.
“The last time you were here, I let you live,” Aro said. “Because you had found true love with a fascinating young girl, I let you walk away from here unharmed. Too bad, you and your 'family' have forgotten your place in this world and taken my generosity for granted. I didn’t think I needed to explain to you that I am in charge, which is why I didn’t. If you had realized my power, maybe you and your family would not have tried to cross me and they would still be alive.”
“Wrong,” Edward broke in, softly. Aro was offended. “We knew our place, but it doesn’t matter who rules over who. You have to be stopped.”
“Tsk. Tsk. Edward. I believe the best punishment for you is torture.”
“I have already been tortured,” he said, looking away.
“Yes, you have. Poor Bella. I am truly sorry for ordering her death. Her gift would have been quite useful to us. I am also very sorry for your child that you fought so hard for to keep.” Aro looked at Edward for his reaction, and grinned. “I am sorry you had to watch your whole family burn to death before your very eyes. But, all is not lost. You have something to be grateful. You are still here.”
“I would rather die. Please,” Edward said.
Aro shook his head. “No, my boy. That is no punishment for you, giving you what you want. You. Will. Live.”
The guards let go and Edward fell to his knees.
“You will stay in the Red Palace under sharp supervision,” Aro said. Edward grabbed his hair, unraveling before us.
The red palace, I thought to myself. “That’s where we stay,” I said to Chelsea.
“My most talented guards will look after you,” Aro continued. I rolled my eyes. “You will be well cared for.”
Edward looked confused, as did many of us.
“You will be one of us. If you try to escape or pull the wool over anyone’s eyes, you will feel pain, more than you feel now, physically.”
I knew from that, Aro was going to put me in charge of Edward, have me watching his every move.
“Get him out of my sight,” Aro spat. The four guards dragged Edward off.
“Let this be a lesson to any vampire. If you don’t like my plan, keep your mouth shut. Humans, worldwide, know of our existence. We may as well make the most of it. Humans will become vampires, and those who object will be harvested for our pleasure. They have no say. They have no voice anymore. They are merely bags of blood.”
The very thought excited many vampires. We could finally be our true selves, devils of the night. We could take humans and do whatever we wanted with them and they couldn’t do anything about it. It is a bad time to be human, which is why many of them are seeking out vampires to turn them. But vampires don’t turn just anyone, and they don’t have to give a human what they seek. Some humans will be out of luck and be harvested.
“I’m going home,” I told Chelsea.
“I’m going with you,” she said. We walked home together through the dark night.
“How fun it will be for you,” she said. “to torture such a man.”
I looked up at her as we walked. “It is hard to make vampires feel pain, which is why I take great pride in my gift. It will be fun to torture Edward Cullen as much as I want. But it will never be as much fun as torturing a human.”
Chelsea smiled at me.
We walked into the palace. Sheamus, the butler appeared.
“Our guest Edward Cullen has arrived. His room is in the torture chamber,” Sheamus bowed.
“Thank you, Sheamus,” I said with a smile. Sheamus is human and we like him very much. Sometimes, we feed from him and he likes it.
“Come with me, Sheamus,” Chelsea said, holding out her hand. “I need your opinion on something.” He took her hand and kissed it, never taking his eyes off of hers. I think Sheamus is a masochist.
“Time to go meet our guest,” I said. The torture chamber is just like any other room in the palace. It is big, round and spacious. It’s not hidden away from view or behind some secret door or passage way. It’s just a room like any other, except it has a cage, whips and chains, and other tools used for punishing our enemies, traitors, and silly humans who stumble into our mitts. I opened the door and went inside. Edward was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He was barefoot, wearing only pants and no shirt. He looked up from his hands.
“Hello, Edward. We meet again,” I said, keeping my voice even.
“Jane,” he said, almost like a question.
“Are you not happy to see me?” I asked.
“Aro is so predictable. I knew you’d be the one.”
“I’m the only one who can.”
“It doesn’t matter what you do to me. Nothing in this world can hurt me more than I’ve already been hurt.”
“You are an emotional wreck, I understand. But, don’t be stupid, Edward. Pain is pain. You will still feel it, no matter what you’ve been through.”
I looked around the dingy room.
“Surely, we can do better for you,” I said, looking at the cage dangling from the ceiling by two chains, one broken. “This room is hazardous.”
“I’ll survive,” he muttered, sarcastically.
“You don’t have to go through any of this, if you just join the guard. That’s all Aro wants from you.”
He looked at me, sternly. “I will not.”
“Fine. Suit yourself.” I locked eyes with him.
“Ah!” he groaned in pain as his chest poked out. He fell to his knees on the floor and hugged himself, moaning in a low voice. Probably realizing it will take more than inner strength to get through this fate of his.
“That was unexpected,” he choked out, and heaved.
“Pain is pain,” I repeated. “Goodnight, Edward. I hope you sleep well,” I said, as I left the room.
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Chapter 2 A taste of Sheamus
The next morning, I woke up after sunrise. The curtains are always closed and light never seeps through unless someone has carelessly done their job of concealing us from the outside light. Sheamus and Laydee are in charge of that. Laydee is the maid of the house.
My first thoughts were of Alec. I wished there was some way I could know how he is, where he is. I slipped my feet into Mary-Janes, and went to tend to our guest, Edward Cullen.
I went inside the torture chamber and found him lying on the bed, eyes half open.
“You need to feed,” I said, drearily. “Your eyes are black as coals.”
“I’d rather not.”
“You will die.”
“And, I’ll be better for it,” he said, with conviction.
“Why are you wasting my time,” I asked. I summoned Sheamus.
“I didn’t ask to be here and waste your time.”
“You will drink, or you will die. Aro wants you alive, so you have no choice in the matter. You will drink.”
“I understand,” he said, in a lifeless tone. Sheamus came into the room and stood close beside me.
“Yes, Miss Jane?” Sheamus asked.
“Our guest is thirsty. Let him feed from you,” I said, encouragingly. Sheamus walked over to Edward, cautiously, but ready.
“I don’t feed from humans,” Edward said.
“I know of your families’ ‘convictions’, and I don’t care. You will feed like the rest of us here, or starve.”
He didn’t respond. Sheamus frowned, feeling rejected.
“Edward, don’t make my duty any harder than it has to be,” I said. “I am to take care of you.”
“I don’t feed from humans,” he said, looking up at Sheamus.
“Sheamus, go outside and hunt us a rabbit or whatever little critter you can find hanging around, will you?”
Offended, Sheamus nodded and obeyed.
“We want you to be happy here, Edward.”
“I will never be happy, here,” he responded, coldly. “I had finally found some peace in this world, some bliss in my eternal hell, and then suddenly it was all stripped from me, with no warning or foreshadowing. I will never see my family again.”
“They weren’t your family. You were a coven.”
“Renesme was my daughter.”
“She was the only one. The others were not related to you. That was all for show.”
“We loved each other, despite that. Why did he have Alice murdered? She and I always felt like a packaged deal when it came to Aro.”
“I don’t know the details. You’ll have to ask him yourself.”
“Maybe I was naïve. Vampires aren’t meant to love. I broke a natural law and now I’m being punished. It’s the way of things. I should have never let my guard down. I shouldn’t have let her in my heart.”
Sheamus returned with a dead rat. He held it by its skinny little tail. Edward looked horrified. I was appauled.
“For Pete’s sake, just feed from Sheamus.”
“It’s dead. You killed it,” Edward said.
“Did you want to kill it?” Sheamus asked. “I wasn’t sure if you liked it dead or alive, but I had to kill it to keep it from biting me. It’s probably diseased.”
Edward pursed his lips.
“This is ridiculous,” I said.
“Signore Cullen, you can feed from me if you like. I am no virgin to vampire needs,” Sheamus said. “I am willing.”
Edward cocked his eyebrows as Sheamus took off his shirt, revealing years of vampire abuse. The many crescent shapes had woven into a pattern and told the story of a man with a dark fetish. I grinned to myself.
“My God,” Edward said, in horror. “How are you still alive?”
“I take vitamins, Signore. I am healthy, I assure.”
Edward’s eyes scolded me as if the scars were all my doing. But that is hardly so. Most of Sheamus’ scars were made by Chelsea’s teeth. I’ve only fed from him a few times over the years as a snack. I prefer to kill my prey, so I hunt the townspeople, not the help.
“Chelsea is quite fond of Sheamus,” I said.
“Well, I don’t want to come between them,” Edward said, sarcastically.
“It is fine, really,” Sheamus said.
“What would you like, Edward?” I asked. “A bigger rat?”
Sheamus let go of a suppressed laugh. Edward narrowed his eyes. “I will feed from you, now,” he said. Sheamus sat down next to Edward on the bed.
“I will be monitoring you,” I said. “Sheamus is well- liked here, so be care-.”
“I get it,” Edward scoffed. He leaned into Sheamus’ neck and pressed his lips against the warm flesh. What looked like a kiss turned into a deep bite. Sheamus’ mouth gaped open, and his eyes rolled. Edward bucked his eyes, the look of struggle on his face. A stream of thick dark blood escaped Edward’s mouth and ran down Sheamus’ bare chest.
Edward clawed the back of his head, holding him in place, and bit deeper. Sheamus cried out in pain. It wasn’t the pain of pleasure. He was hurting. I focused my glare on Edward.
“Ah!” Edward screamed and let go. He fell back on the bed, his body fighting an intense invisible fire. He kept on screaming until I shut my eyes.
“I tried to tell you to be careful with him,” I yelled, running to Sheamus’ aid. He was bleeding profusely. “Chelsea is not going to like this.”
“Am... Am I going to die?” Sheamus asked me, his eyes wide with innocence.
“No,” I said. “Go find Nurse. Tell her to stitch up your neck.”
He was losing a lot of blood and I wasn’t sure if stitches were all that he needed. But false hope was better than no hope. Sheamus got up and obeyed.
“I’m sorry,” Edward called after him.
“As old as you are, I expected you to know control,” I said.
“I haven’t tasted human blood in a long, long time. I hope he forgives me,” he said.
“Don’t worry about him. You better hope Chelsea forgives you, for your sake,” I said. “There is a bathroom behind that velvet curtain. Clean yourself up.”
“When can I leave this room? Do I at least get to walk around and stretch my legs?”
“You will. When Aro says you are allowed,” I responded.
“Aren’t you tired of taking orders from him? Don’t you want your own life?”
I paused. “He does make me weary, but I love my master.”
“How can anyone love such a tyrant. I don’t believe you.”
“I’m not asking you to believe me,” I shot back. “I know my place, it’s what’s kept me alive for so long. You wouldn’t be in this predicament, if you had known your place and kept to it.”
“Jane, we are only creatures of the night. It doesn’t mean we have to be heartless and not feel. Tell me, do you agree with Aro? If you do, you are as soulless as I thought you were.”
“I don’t care what you think of me.”
“Answer my question.”
“No, I don’t agree. And that’s where my rebellion ends. Don’t get any bright ideas and certainly don’t try to drag me down with you.”
“Aro can’t touch you. You could rule him and the entire Volturi guard with your gift. Many of you could, but you choose to be a sheep instead of a shepherd. Why?”
I paused. He was right. I have always known this, though.
“Too much power,” I said. “I would be afraid of destroying the world. It is possible and it scares me. I’d rather someone else make that mistake.” I turned on my heel and left the room, quickly, before he could respond. I called for Laydee, in the halls.
She appeared from a room holding a duster.
“Clean up this blood,” I ordered, pointing to the trail of blood Sheamus was leaving behind.
“Yes, Ma’am,” she said, proudly. “I will get a bucket and a mop.” She eyed the room behind me. “Is that the new prisoner?”
“We like to think of them as house guests,” I said. “Yes, behind that door is the new prisoner.” She seemed awfully interested in what was behind the door. “Don’t bother him. He almost killed Sheamus.”
She paused as fear struck her still. Her face turned white. I grinned.
“Don’t get so comfy, Laydee. Remember, you are among vampires,” I advised.
“Yes, Ma’am,” she said. She bowed and turned to go get the appropriate cleaning supplies.
Very dark! What would inspire Jane to take action?
Chapter 3 Sheamus
“Hold still, Sheamus,” Nurse ordered. It was hard to obey as she poked needles threw my skin, weaving in and out the stitches. “Chelsea got you good, this time, didn’t she,” she said, with a half-smile.
“It wasn’t Chelsea, it was Edward,” I revealed. Nurse bucked her eyes. Then, her smile widened.
“You sure know how to get around,” she said, playfully.
I chuckled. “It’s not like that.”
“If you say so.”
Nurse bandaged my neck. “You will be fine,” she said. “Stay in bed for a while, so you can heal comfortably. Try not to move your neck so much. I will send for a real doctor to check you out in the morning.”
“Thank you, Nurse.”
Afterwards, I confined myself to my bedroom. My thoughts were filled with Edward’s face. His bite did something to me. I can’t stop thinking about him. I went to the bath and caught my face in the mirror. I looked malnourished. My cheeks were sunken- in, my round blue eyes were pale and cloudy. I tied my long, blonde hair back with a rubberband. I longed to be one of them, a vampire. But, I wondered if it would feel different if I became one, if being fed from wouldn’t feel the same. It’s the most insatiable feeling, and I hunger for it like an addict.
Behind my medicine cabinet, I opened a bottle of B12 vitamins and tossed a few down my throat. Then, I washed them down with sink water. I glare at myself in the mirror and think about Chelsea and how she wouldn’t turn me.
She prefers me weak, but I don’t want to die. If I ask her to finally turn me, she would break my neck and kill me by her own hands, her own loyal servant. And I start to wonder, if the new guest, Edward Cullen would turn me instead. If I don’t get turned, I am dead according to Aro’s new harvesting project.
It won’t be the same. I envisioned my body lined up with other humans in a vegetative state. The very picture makes my skin crawl.
I haven’t seen my girlfriend in weeks. Working for the Volturi, there are strict rules if you are human. I can only see her when Chelsea permits me. Jane is more lenient, but she’s not around as much as Chelsea.
Friends that I made aware of my job look down upon it. They see me as a pet to the vampires. I don’t care what it looks like to them. I have only one goal since the revolution began, and that is to become vampire. I hope, with the new guest, that I can fulfill my wish.
“Jane, Aro is calling for you,” Chelsea said, standing in the doorway of my room. In my hands, I held Alec’s cloak between my fingers. A guard had found it and brought it to me. “Jane, are you alright?”
I stared at the cloak, angry, my eyes tearing. “Oh, Jane. What happened?”
“I don’t know,” I choked out.
“He’s gone,” I said.
“Jane, I am so sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for me. It’s what he wanted.”
She came and sat next to me on the bed. “What he wanted?”
“He didn’t want to die like a coward.”
“How do you know he is dead?”
“Why would they bring me this if he wasn’t?”
“I wouldn’t jump to conclusions, Jane. You know how clever Alec is.”
“He wouldn’t lie to me.”
“These are difficult times, my dear. All I’m saying is I wouldn’t lose hope just yet.”
“What are you saying, he is alive?”
She stared at me, her red eyes filled with promise. “Go see what Aro wants. We will talk later.”
Chelsea wrapped her arms around me. Not one to show much affection, I patted her arm.
I walked the halls of the main palace, my black cloak draped around me, Alec's cloak between my fists. My face was stone cold because of Alec’s departure. I pushed open the doors of the dining room. Aro was having a drink with Caius, and their wives.
“Jane, my love,” Aro jeered. “You look healthy, tonight.”
“My brother is gone. Are you satisfied?”
“No good evening? I’m insulted!”
“You should be.”
I never took my eyes off Aro. His cheery demeanor faded, and he became serious. “Sulpicia, Athenadora.” The wives left the room upon him calling their name. Caius sat down in a chair, with an arrogant expression.
“How many more, Aro?” I asked.
“It’s not my fault others fear me,” he said, jauntily.
“I blame you.”
“Jane,” Caius rolled his eyes. “Alec has not been announced dead. The guards were not able to catch him. He is most likely still on the run. Calm down, kitty.”
“Don’t patronize me,” I said. I threw Alec’s cloak into Caius’ face. He examined it and sighed deeply.
“What is it that you wanted with me?” I asked Aro.
“How is our guest, Edward Cullen, how is he managing?” Aro asked.
“He’s fine,” I said, blandly. Aro looked displeased.
“Did you want him tortured around the clock? I don’t have time for that. Find someone else to fulfill your orders.”
“Jane, Jane. I know you are upset about your brother, dear Alec, but let’s not forget thou duty to thy master,” Aro pleaded, mockingly. Caius smirked. “Alec did a bad thing. He will eventually pay the price… if… he hasn’t already.” Aro brought his fingers together.
“If my brother is dead, I will never forgive you. Call off your silly plans. You are making everyone crazy.”
“No,” he said, voice stern. “Now that humans know of our existence, they will learn who is more powerful. We must establish their rank in this world.”
“It is not worth it!”
“Careful, Jane,” Caius broke in.
“It is you who should be careful, Caius,” I said. “You are the least gifted among us. It is a mystery to me why master keeps you around so.”
Caius’ expression turned icy.
“Now, now,” Aro said. “Let’s not turn on each other. Caius is not your enemy, Jane. The humans are. They wanted to destroy us, before I announced to the world my idea. Now, they want to be us. They are running around out there like chickens with their heads cut off! It’s a beautiful thing.”
“-Master, we have company,” Renata said. We all turned around. Standing next to Renata was a tall man, obviously vampire.
“Who might you be, young lad?” Aro asked, with a flicker of his wrist.
“My name is Benjamin, sir.” He bowed. I studied him. His posture was stiff, he had a straight face, but I could sense the fear behind his eyes.
“Benjamin,” Aro said, curiously. “How peculiar. Have we met?”
“No, sir. Not formerly,” He said, skiddishly. “I have come because I want to join the guard. I think I can be quite useful with my abilities.” He bowed again.
Caius smirked, out of jealousy.
“What can you do, my good man, Ben, if I may call you that?” Aro asked. Benjamin nodded.
“I can control all four of the natural elements,” Benjamin said. Caius leaned forward in his chair.
“Why do you look so familiar?” Caius asked, suspiciously.
Aro floated closer to Benjamin. “May I have your hand, if it’s not too much to ask?”
“There is no need for that,” I said. “He will tell you what you want to know.”
“Ah! Now I know. You were a witness for the Cullens,” Caius broke out, proudly. “Whatever brings you all this way to join our guard?”
“I,” Benjamin hesitated. “I just feel that putting my powers to better use by serving you is the right thing for me.”
Aro was still suspicious. “Give me your hand.”
Benjamin hesitated, and smiled, uncomfortably. He was nervous now. He slipped his hand inside Aro’s. Aro’s anger was hidden under a blissful fake smile.
“How noble. You are here to rescue Edward Cullen. You try to make a fool out of me.”
“No. That’s not it at all,” Benjamin countered.
“But, it’s right there, in your mind! You lie,” Aro said.
“No, Please, sir,” Benjamin panicked.
“Guards,” Aro called, softly. Three guards approached Benjamin, one on each side. One guard kicked his legs from underneath him forcing him to kneel, and then the other guard put his hands around Benjamin’s head, twisting it. Benjamin’s eyes bulged until finally, his head popped off. Two guards ripped both of his arms off. The other guard kicked what was left of his body to the floor, mercilessly, coldly.
It was a bloody mess. The arms and the head still had life in them. Benjamin's fearful eyes rolled around, looking in every direction. A guard stepped on one of the dismembered arms that was moving. They all laughed.
“Such a waste,” Aro crowed. “Save the head. Wrap it up nicely and deliver it to Edward, our guest. He should be aware of how much his friends care for him. They risk their lives to try to save him.” Aro laughed.
Caius leaned back in his chair and chuckled.