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DTD 2.11 | ALICE DROVE around the country side of Volterra like she was indestructible. Well she was. It was the girl in the driver seat that wasn't. Nyane held onto the car handle as she attempted not to throw up from the motion sickness. Though Nyane wanted to save her mates she didn't want to crash. Or draw too much attention since the car was stolen.
"Grand theft auto will be the last thing you have to worry about today." Alice said before looking off with a distant look in her eyes.
Nyane saw the look and got worried. "What's happening?"
"They refused them." Alice said as she watched the scene play out in her head.
Nyane sighed in relief. "That's good."
"No it's not. They're gonna make a scene." Alice told her. "Edwards gonna show himself to the humans and James is going to feed on someone."
"No, no, no. They'll be killed. When?"
"Edward is going to do at noon. When the sun is at its highest peak," Alice reported, pressing down on the gas pedal. "James is going to do it ten minutes before noon. "
Brows knit in confusion, Nyane questioned, "Festival?" As Alice guided the car through the town, they slowed near a crowd of people draped in red cloaks. Most people made way for their passage.
"Today marks the Saint Marcus Festival, commemorating the city's purge of vampires. The ideal backdrop," Alice clarified, dissecting every potential outcome. Pulling up to a crossroads patrolled by police, Alice parked with a sigh.
Without hesitation, Nyane leaped from the car, her gaze fixed on Alice who remained behind the wheel. "Alice!"
"I can't go any further. If Edward senses me coming, he'll rush. And if James detects you, it'll distract him," Alice explained. "Edward will be near the bell tower, while James will be on a float. M"
With determination fueling her every step, Nyane sprinted into action, racing through the twisting streets. She stare at every cloaked figure she passed, the tension gnawing at her. Scaling empty stairs and weaving through alleys, she sought the heart of the parade. Finally, she stumbled upon a bustling crowd, their cheers resonating around a red float.
They all cheered as they watched the man's mouth part exposing gleaming fangs to the unsuspecting crowd who mistook it for theatrical illusion. But Nyane knew the truth—the reality behind the facade. She recognized her love, a vampire hidden in plain sight.
"James!" Her anguished cry pierced the atmosphere, struggling to reach the man on the float. Oblivious to her presence, he continued his descent toward the woman's exposed neck. "James!" Nyane pressed forward, her urgency matched only by the security guards attempting to halt her advance.
