Im·mi·nence: something imminent; especially : impending evil or danger
I was a queen, and you took away my crown; a wife, and you killed my husband; a mother, and you deprived me of my children. My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.
The endless halls were dark, but it didn’t matter much. Both of us could see. And so could the dark hooded strangers behind us. Their red eyes, although they were the same shade as mine, seemed even more intimidating.
They ushered us down the hall, standing so close it felt as though I could stop and have them run into me. The tiny one, I had forgotten her name, walked ahead of us. She stopped in front of two thick, heavy wooden doors, pausing to turn and glare at the two of us before throwing them open.
A man stepped forward to greet us, holding his hands out to the both of us and smiling. His long black hair hung to his shoulders, his red eyes were intimidating yet friendly. They held the wisdom and experience of someone who had seen it all. We each took a hand and he sighed.
“My name is Aro. Welcome to Volterra.”
poor Ian :( he sounds sooo sad :(
I'm starting to write chapter 12 today, but I can't promise it will be done today,.
I'm trying my hardest!
Thank yo for your... patience? (;
I'll update as soon as possible!;D
i wonder why she was still in pain?
it was a good chapter!
And Edith, I should be posting soon... I started writing the next chapter for In The Shadows, but I do have plans this weekend. It's my school formal(:
I try my hardest to post on it and I'm glad you liked the chapter! ;D
I didn't think anyone would guess, but yes, that is why the pain stayed(:
It had been a week since Kimberly had done more than utter a few words to me. I knew her, so I knew there was a chance she wouldn’t ever get over what I said. I felt horrible.
It was my fault we were monsters. It was my fault we were stuck in Volterra. And worst of all, it was my fault we couldn’t leave.
The only thing that would brighten my dark mood was Ian. He was still on his annual family vacation. As he would be for 3 more weeks. I met with him everyday now, he told me I was the only one he could talk to about the incident these days… no one else wanted to listen anymore… that I was the only one who understood.
In all honesty, I probably understood more than he did.
I had taken to shopping, and keeping up with the latest fashions to pass my time. I went shopping often, and I window-shopped everyday. It was something that calmed me down, relaxed me. I found myself worrying too much these days, so I needed something to relax me. Sometimes, I would shop with Ian.
I was beginning to find, the more time I spent around humans, the easier it was to ignore the pain in my throat. The easier and easier it became for me, the more worried I got. I could see how I was getting to close to Ian again. I was beginning to realize how much of my humanity I was gaining back. After months of monstrous behavior, I was finally able to look through the immortal part, and see who I had used to be.
I was getting too comfortable with pretending to be something I wasn’t… getting too comfortable with humans. I wondered if Kimberly was realizing the same thing… I couldn’t be sure. But, despite the fact that she was mad at me, and despite the thick brick walls between us, I could still hear Kimberly complain to Alec about the burn in her throat. She saw it as a reminder on what we were, something she hated… she hadn’t kept her dislike of what we were from Alec… of course not.
While Kimberly was always worried about things, I had always been too comfortable… until it was too late. That attitude was what had gotten me into this mess. I sighed; what had gotten us into this mess.
As much as it hurts to think about, it was so easy to forget Kimberly and her unnecessary anger when I was spending my time with Ian.
But no matter what I thought about, I couldn’t forget the fact that Ian’s girlfriend was still missing in his eyes. It was hard to look at him every day and know I could say the one thing that would make him happy again. Make him laugh again. But also know that, the one thing that would make him happy would also end his life… just like mine had been ended. What would he think if I told him the truth? Would he think I was nuts? Would he think I was trying to be funny, and never speak to me again?
Or, would he believe me? Would he ask questions… questions that I couldn’t answer? Would I have to leave out the detail of what I had become… or would I be able to trust him with the biggest secret of my life?
There where too many questions to be answered. And too many answers to each question. Every time I simply thought about what he would do, my mind became cluttered with so much information I couldn’t think straight, or walk straight.
I was having a hard time concentrating on anything lately.
The two biggest questions on my mind… were also the two that scared me the most. What if Ian found out about what I had become on his own; what would he think about me if he ever did…?
And, When, not what if, but when would Kimberly leave? She had promised me that she wouldn’t leave without me… but that had been before I had shot down the few remaining dreams she had left. As of now, though, I had a hard time believing she wanted to go anywhere with me, even if it meant we were going to find the Cullen’s.
On the outside, it seemed like I had accepted the fact that Kimberly and I weren’t friends anymore… when, on the inside, I still hoped that she would forgive me. But I knew she wouldn’t like it if I intervened… so as of now I kept to myself. The only way I knew she wasn’t gone yet, was because I could hear her talking to Alec every night.
Every night I grew more and more fond of Alec, simply because he was another reason to keep her here. But every night, after I heard Alec leave her room, I knew she was thinking about how to get away. Every night Alec left, was another night closer to never seeing her again.
These were the same things I thought about everyday as I walked to mine and Ian’s normal meeting spot.
Today was no exception.
I sat down at a table that belonged to a small café that was tucked up in the shadows of the giant clock tower. I unwrapped the scarf I was wearing from around my neck and stuffed it into the giant purse I had bought a week ago. I took off my leather gloves set them beside me on the table. My large sunglasses stayed securely on my head, covering my eyes.
I ordered a piece of tiramisu to be courteous while I waited. I took a few bites, and when no one was looking, spit the cake back out onto the ground for the birds to eat. No one ever noticed.
He finally showed up then, wearing a pair of slacks that had clearly been bought in Italy and a green shirt with the Eiffel tower on it.
“Nice shirt.” I teased as I stood up to peck him on the cheek. He believed it was a customary gesture in Italy, but really it was because it was as close as I could get to him.
“My mom wouldn’t give me change to go do laundry in the hotel’s laundry room. And she wont let me call up room service to wash it for us… so for now I’m wearing fashionable pants,” he pointed down the his slacks dramatically. “And a tourist shirt.” I laughed.
“Don’t forget the flip flops.” He looked down and sighed, as if he had forgotten they were on his feet.
“I look like an idiot.”
“I can fix that… those are your pants, right?”
“Yeah…?” I nodded, and kneeled down grabbing ahold of his slacks right below the knee and ripping them. I repeated the process with the other leg. For effect, I stood back to make sure the sides were even, even though I knew they were. He looked down, awestruck. “How did you do that?”
“Easy.” I mumbled, pushing him down into his chair. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.” I ran across the street to the little boutique that sold items in style in Italy. I grabbed one of the zip up sports jackets that were so popular among men, a pair of fancy leather slip on shoes, and a pair of sunglasses.
I was back to the café in 10 minutes.
“That was fast.” He muttered, looking at the bag. “What is all that?”
“This,” I held up the bag. “Is for you.” I made him stand up, then handed him the jacket, and put the shoes on the ground for him to slip on. Then topped it off with the sunglasses.
“I don’t even want to know how much this all cost…” I smiled and handed him the receipt. His eyes grew huge at the sight of it. I stood on my toes so I could read it, and bit my lip. I hadn’t realized there were that many zeros on the cash register… “I-I…”
“Don’t worry about it. I owe you anyway…”
“For keeping me company…”I murmured. He started to say something, then stopped short, staring behind me at something I couldn’t see. But I didn’t need to turn around to know what it was, all I needed was the nice gust of wind that came from behind me, bringing with it the all two familiar smells of two all too vampires.
I sprang up from my chair, almost knocking it over in the process.
“Can you not let me have any peace anymore? It’s bad enough you’re always in my thoughts because I feel guilty, and then you show up here!” I small growl managed to find its way out of my lips. Ian’s eyes grew wide at the unnaturally animalistic sound. He took a step back and stopped when his back touched the table.
“Aro sent me to find you!” she spat, her strawberry-blonde hair fluttered in the slight breeze. She looked from Ian, back to me with hatred in her eyes. “And you better hope you haven’t told him too much, Aro wont be happy with that.”
“I’ve told him nothing!”
“Well he sure seemed to recognize me!”
“Kimberly?” the voice came from behind me, I turned to see the full recognition flash across his face. I let my head fall forward in shame and defeat. My cover had been blown. I looked back to face Kimberly, and actually saw a look of guilt cross her face
“He didn’t know…”
“No. I told him my name was Isabella.” He was suddenly there, by my side. He grabbed ahold of my thin sweater and spun me around to face him. His eyes wild with confusion and hope.
“R-Ra-Rachel?” I bit my lip and nodded. Why lie to him now? By the time word got back around to Aro that I was in the middle of a semi-relationship with a human I would be dead anyway, so why avoid the unavoidable? I turned to find that Kimberly had left, there was a piece of folded up paper lying on the ground where she had been standing. I walked over and picked it up, Ian shadowed my movement, staying as close to me as possible.
I sighed and turned to face him… turned to face all my fears.
“It’s really you… isn’t it?”
“Yes…” to my surprise he didn’t ask any questions. He took both of my hands in his, and squeezed them.
“Why did you lie to me?”
“I didn’t know what else to do… I figured it would be easier than trying to think up a way to explain everything…” he raised his eyebrows.
“Are you going to explain everything…”
“I can’t… it’ll get you and me both into trouble…” he seemed to be in his own little world when he spoke next.
“All the blood… the mess from your stuff getting thrown around… there was blood on the wall of the theater. The police said they thought you had been thrown up against a wall… you should be dead!”
“Sometimes I wish I were… you have no idea what I’ve been through these last few months… things are-“ I cut myself off, reminding myself not to say too much. “-different.” He looked down at his watch and sighed. I knew it meant he had to leave, but I didn’t want him to.
“You can’t tell them about me… I mean… about the real me. Okay?”
“I guess…” he put his hand under my chin and lifted it up so he could see my face. It was dark enough now, that he couldn’t see my eyes.
I knew what was coming, and I knew it would hurt, but I couldn’t stop him. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine quickly. Fire ripped through my throat and I gasped, my hand flying up to my throat as if I could cool the flames from the outside.
“You-you can’t d-do that!” I gasped. I got control of myself before I continued. “Just trust me, it’s not a good idea. I can handle hugs, but that was too much.”
“I don’t understand…”
“For now you don’t have to understand it… just trust me.” A smile spread across my lips, and I pulled him into a hug. “You better go… it’s getting late.”
“You’re right.” He hugged me closer again, and kissed my forehead. “Good night… Rachel.” He grinned and winked before walking away. I couldn’t keep the smile off of my face as I spun and picked my stuff up off the table and began my walk home. I walked slowly, savoring the moment. I reached into my pocket to read the note Kimberly had left for me, and felt my mood spiral downwards as I read her note.
And you said I was going to get us killed.
The note reminded me, despite the fact that I was getting aspects of my old life back, in the end, I was still nothing but a monster.