You're My Rose (Rosalie x Edward)

Chapter 8 - Building An Army

Aro guided Arleos to a secret room hidden beath Volterra. The place was gigantic. It was a long and wide hallway full of cells that were specially made to house "inmates" of the Volturi. All cells had a red "X" placed on the wall beside the doors. "The "X" marks who's eventually going to be executed." Aro said randomly. Arleos' mind must've slipped the thought. It was ironic. All of the cells had and "X" on them. Why didn't he just kill them now?

At the end of the hallway sat another door. Arleos could see behind it through a small window in it. Two guards with knives that dripped an unknown substance stood on opposite sides of the door. Upon seeing Aro, one of the guards unlocked the door with a key. "It would be best not to anger these two. That stuff on their blades with kill anything." Aro warned. Walking past the guards into the room, Arleos exchanged dirty looks with the guard that hadn't open the door. Inside the room were a few more cells. Although these cells had heavy metal doors unlike the barred cells outside. 

Every cell in the room was empty, except for one. Arleos picked up the sound of someone moving inside the cell directly adjacent to the door that him and Aro had just entered through. Aro's devilish smile returned to him when he reached the door to the cell. He tapped on it lightly. "Oh Chelsea!" he mocked. Arleos looked inside the cell. A woman with brown hair stepped into the light of the torch beside her cell. Arleos kept his face blank, but he found himself increasingly attracted to her. "Who's the stone face?" Chelsea asked demandingly in a slight Canadian accent. "Your new friend." Aro said in the same antagonizing tone. Chelsea smirked as she looked at Arleos.

"I'll let you two get acquainted. Have fun, she's a feisty rogue." Aro said to Arleos. He took out a gold key and unlocked Chelsea's cell. Arleos instinctively held the door shut with his might until Aro left the room. But Chelsea didn't even flinch. Once the door to the room closed, Arleos opened it and let Kate out. Chelsea walked out slowly. She acted like nothing was wrong and she was just taking a walk. Her clothes were a tattered and torn red and black-striped outfit. She had marks of fights on her arms and legs. She had to have been a few centuries old. "Breed?" Arleos asked in a snap. Chelsea giggled. "Given that Aro runs his mouth about everything I'm surprised he didn't tell you that." she teased. "Breed?!" Arleos snapped impatiently. "Sprinter," Chelsea said seductively. "You're uptight."

She smiled proudly knowing how annoyed she was making Arleos. "Name?!" she asked in a mock similar to the way Arleos asked for her breed. "Arleos." Arleos replied. Chelsea smiled. "I like cute British boys." she giggled. Arleos rolled his eyes. "You're going to be fun to tame." he whispered to himself. Chelsea heard it and waved her hand like a cat. "Meow." she teased. "I need your help." Arleos bellowed. Chelsea looked at the centre of Arleos' pants. "I think I already have." she joked. Arleos rushed at Chelsea. He slammed her back into the wall and covered her mouth with his hand while he pressed his body against hers. One of the guards outside went to open the door, but Aro quietly stopped him. Chelsea's eyes said that she wasn't smiling. "I'm not here to play games! I can get you your freedom, but I need you to work with me. Understand?!" Arleos screamed. Chelsea's eyes settled into a curious stare. 

Arleos released her forcefully. "I need to build an army. I'm not telling you why, now. I need you to help me tame others like us." he said bluntly. Chelsea thought about it. Eventually, she agreed with a firm nod. Arleos let his guard rest a little. Chelsea leaned back against the wall. "So why does Aro put you in charge of a rogue army? Couldn't he just send a regular one to do it for him?" she asked. 

"This job we've got, was already attempted by a regular army. And they were tricked." Arleos explained.

"That's part two of my question answered," Cheslea stated. "Can I hear part one?"

Arleos growled. "I'm a crossbreed between a Psychic and a Muscle."

Chelsea's eyes went wide with shock. "That's not possible." she said. "I'll explain later." Arleos replied. Chelsea smiled. "I won't be so easy. Not everyone will be easy to tame just cause you're cute." she kept teasing. "No, they will not. Some may have to be brought in by force." Arleos said. Chelsea nodded; her smile now faded. "You must've forgotten how we work," she started. "We don't run by the Volturi's laws. I'm only doing this for my freedom. The others would be doing it for nothing."

Arleos narrowed his eyes. "They'll be doing it for something alright." he said. Chelsea looked at him. "What?" she asked. Arleos smiled with pure evil. "We kill other vampires for the glory. And this job will give us and those who join us the chance to say, 'I killed a Cullen.'" Arleos explained. Chelsea felt a chill run through her. "We're going after the Olympic Coven?!" she asked with shock. Arleos nodded. Chelsea shook her head. "It can't be done." she added before starting for her cell. She had encountered the Cullens in the past. Back in the 1960s' she had tried to kill Carlisle while on a vacation, but Emmett, Edward and Alice stopped her before she could succeed. She knows how dangerous they can be, and she once vowed to never try killing a Cullen again.

"Never said impossible." Arleos replied. Chelsea stopped before she could step back into her cell. "How many?" she asked. "One-hundred." Arleos revealed. Chelsea laughed nervously. "Do you honestly expect us and a hundred others to beat the Cullens?" 

Arleos turned her around softly. "I think you've forgotten how us rogues operate. We are stronger than them because we have our abilities." he asserted. Chelsea brushed his hand away from her. "One is incredibly strong." she said. "We will have fifty times more than them." Arleos replied. Cheslea sighed.

"One can predict what we will do." 

"But we will have more, and we are able to predict what happens in combat."

"Someone else is strikingly fast."

"We're faster than them."

Chelsea smiled with a sense of ease. "For the glory?" she asked. Arleos sneered. "For the glory."

Aro entered the room with loud clapping hands accompanied him. "Bravo Arleos!" he congratulated. He held Chelsea and Arleos sperate grasps. "Two down, ninety-eight more to go." he beamed giddily. When Arleos heard that number, the realization set in for him. He had a long journey to go before he joined the Volturi as its first rogue. Rogues were hard to find as they never settle in one place. It can be hard to track them too. That's why many expeditions lead by other vampires to hunt them have mostly failed. But Arleos was willing to do it, for the glory.