Lost Volturi

Chapter 11

Maggie's Point Of View

"If you aren't going to hunt with us," Aro's eyes flashed, "Then go do something else." I snorted, "Don't think I won't." I stomped to my room. I'm going to leave. Run away, fly away, it didn't matter. I was going to leave this horrid place; back to Denali. I was going to go back and see my sisters. I didn't care if these Volturi people were my parents, nor did I care if they were my masters. All I knew is that they were murders, killing machines by nature and that they wanted to enslave me. I waited for a second, testing the air. It tasted metallic: the humans were fearful of what would happen to them. Half a second passed and then the screams of terror started. Well, now I knew they were feeding. I dug around the room, looking for some kind of plank, or wood I could use. The only wooden things I found were from my bed. If I had to destroy objects to get out of the miserable place, then so be it. I'd do it. I tore off the bottom supports of the bed, making the bed unstable. I balanced the board on my forefinger and ambled towards the open window before jumping out. The board would come in handy when I need to start a fire and burn some Volturi member if they ever came after me. I started towards Denali, or rather, the Tyrrhenian Sea. I glanced around... it wasn't like I didn't have enough energy to swim all the way from Volterra to Bastia, then from Bastia to Cannes. Then from Cannes to Saint Jean De Montes, swim across the Labrador Sea into Hudson Bay, then run to Alaska. It wasn't like I didn't have enough energy, it was the fact that the trip would take forever. And the Volturi had money. Tons of it, and they would just buy a plane ticket or something, maybe buy a private jet or something to take them to where I was going. I mean, with the Volturi, you would never know, except for the fact that they would claim all power. Well, now that I was here... I might as well start swimming.  I made my way to Bastia, stopping every few moments to see how far I've gone. I wondered if a vampire would die of a shark, now that I was out here, in the sea, would a shark bite me? I pushed aside that thought. No need to scare myself silly when there was nothing after me - yet. Dripping wet and dirty I scrambled out of the sea, gasping for clean nonsalty air. "Ça va, mon enfant?" I turned to see an elderly woman asking me in an undefined language. "Er..." What was I supposed to say? I had no idea what she was asking me. Tha lady called for for a man, who looked about twenty or twenty one. "Are you okay?" the man asked, "Do you know how to speak English?" he asked. I nodded cautiously. "What are you doing here? Dripping wet like you just got out of the ocean on a rainy day. It's freezing out here!" I rolled my eyes, I was dripping wet because I had just gotten out of hr ocean. Wasn't it obvious? Humans were so blind. I'm going to Denali. That's why I'm here," I informed him. "But why are you here?" "I'm going to my home." "Can't you take a plane?" I sneered and mockingly mimicked him, "Can't you take a plane?" I snorted, "I HAVE NO MONEY!" I continued my long trip and by the time I had gotten into Alaskan's state  borders I was panicking. Would my sisters send me back to Volterra? Would they think of me as a human killing machine? Would they tell Caius and Athenodora that I was here? That I ran away from them? Had I gone his far for nothing? Had I gone this far only to be sent home? I walked up to the familiar house I hadn't lived my life and pressed my to the door, listening. I could hear a lot of angry voices and my name being said a lot. I hesitantly knocked on the door. Would my sisters accept me? Would they send me away? The thousands of panicky questions flooded through my head. Finally, in what seemed like million years, Tanya opened the door.