𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 {𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜} - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 [1] ✔️

6. UPRISING

I COULDN'T HELP BUT WONDER IF THEY HAD WITNESSED THE countless battles and struggles that had shaped our world, if they had stood witness to the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of civilizations. Their ancient wisdom, hidden beneath those cloaks, held the potential to unlock the secrets of the universe, to reveal the true nature of existence.

Yet, as much as I yearned for answers, a part of me feared the truth. For if they were indeed the Volturi guards, as Victoria had warned, then their presence signaled a darkness that threatened to consume everything in its path. Their notoriety was well-deserved, their reputation as merciless enforcers of vampire law sending chills down the spines of even the most powerful immortals.

But despite the fear that coursed through my veins, I couldn't deny the allure of their enigmatic aura. It was as if they held the key to unlocking a world beyond my wildest dreams, a world where time stood still and secrets whispered in the wind.

As midnight approached, a gathering of newborns assembled to meet Riley and me. Riley, with his dark blonde locks blending seamlessly into the shadows, stood at the center, his piercing scarlet eyes scanning the crowd. I stood by his side, observing the ferocious newborns. Among them, I recognized the familiar faces of Fred, Raoul, Diego, Kristie, Jen, Kevin, Casey, and Bree.

Suddenly, Riley produced a delicate, light red blouse from his pocket. The newborns hissed in response, but I remained unfazed. What was Riley's intention with the blouse? How did he come to possess it? And whose blouse was it, anyway?

Riley lifted the blouse high for everyone to see.

"Each and every one of you will smell this blouse," Riley commanded in his authoritative tone. He made his way to the bottom of the group and handed it to a slender boy. "Inhale its scent and etch it into your memory. This is our prey."

The slender boy took the blouse cautiously, his eyes widening with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. As he brought it closer to his nose, the newborns watched intently, their expressions a mix of anticipation and confusion. The scent of the blouse wafted through the air, a delicate and alluring fragrance that seemed to captivate the entire gathering.

One by one, Riley passed the blouse to each newborn, ensuring that they all had a chance to experience its intoxicating aroma. As the newborns inhaled deeply, their eyes glazed over with a newfound hunger, their instincts awakening within them. The blouse held a power over them, a connection to their primal desires.

But the question remained: whose blouse was it? And how did Riley come to possess it? The mystery hung in the air, adding an air of intrigue to the already enigmatic gathering. Whispers began to circulate among the newborns, speculating on the origins of the blouse and the significance it held for their leader.

Riley, seemingly unaffected by the growing curiosity, continued to distribute the blouse, his red eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. He knew the power it held, the way it could ignite the dormant instincts within each newborn. It was a tool, a symbol of their shared purpose and their insatiable thirst for blood.

As the last newborn inhaled the scent of the blouse, a collective shiver ran through the crowd. The atmosphere crackled with newfound energy, a sense of unity and purpose that bound them all together. They were no longer just a gathering of newborns; they were a formidable force, ready to unleash their primal nature upon the world.

When it came to me, I eagerly seized it, taking a deep breath. I focused on Riley's instructions.

"Inhale its scent and etch it into your memory. This is our prey."

The aroma filled my nostrils and coursed through my veins, akin to the rush of trying cocaine for the first time. It was both sweet and subtle, yet strangely familiar. Freesia and lavender. But why did it seem so recognizable?