Nimbus (Volturi Kings x OC)

Chapter One

Disclaimer: What is Stephenie Meyer's is Stephenie Meyer's, and what's mine is mine. Enjoy!

Nimbus Cloud Definition: According to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, "A special rain cloud category which combined the three forms cumulo + cirro + stratus.... 'Nimbus,' the Latin word for rain. The vast majority of precipitation occurs from nimbo-form clouds and therefore these clouds are generally the thickest."

The subject of consequences was a fascinating one indeed. Most of the time, consequences are reserved for one's own actions. Other times, you might be unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, and end up suffering the consequences of another's actions. I, on St. Marcus' Day, found myself in the latter category completely by happenstance. I was not pleased by that fact, to say the very least.

"What the fuck is going on?! Get your fucking hands off me!"

"Please, she isn't involved! You don't have to do this, just take us and leave her!" That particular protest came from a brunette teenage girl who was probably the most frantic among us. She had sallow skin, very dark bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept in months, and was looking in desperation at a guy being manhandled beside me. He must have been her boyfriend, they didn't look anything like each other.

"I'm afraid that is no longer possible. Anything that happens to her is a direct consequence of your own foolish actions this day. Remember that," came the response from the very tall, very strong man who wrenched my arm painfully as if to punctuate his point. He had to have been at least seven feet tall if he was an inch, and his gray cloak did nothing to hide his strength and stature.

"We're the ones you want, I'm sure she didn't see anything!" urged the boyfriend, who was shirtless on the one day where apparently everyone was supposed to be enrobed in full-length cloaks.

The third one being led away from the St. Marcus' Day crowds, or I guess fourth if we're counting me right now, was a girl somehow even shorter than me with a mahogany pixie cut hairstyle. She was the only one not making a commotion as we were hauled by our arms toward the castle in the center of Volterra, Italy, through a side alley. It almost looked like she was having an absence seizure, as she was completely unresponsive aside from her walking and seemed to be in the middle of something akin to a trance as we were yanked and shoved by the four men surrounding us. Leading them was a girl in a cloak so dark it was almost black, who was equally as short as me with cherubic features aside from her scarlet eyes and extremely intimidating, completely uncaring demeanor. Come to think of it, all of these cloaked, horrifying people had the same eyes and the same coldness to them, metaphorically and literally.

With a man holding each one of us, escape seemed impossible, especially since the biggest among them was holding me in what could only be described as a death grip. The one dragging the visibly upset teenage girl had a cloak the same almost-black color as the younger girl who was leading our not-so-merry band, and by his facial features I guessed the two of them were close in age and most likely related. Maybe even siblings, with him being about half a head taller than her and the same round face. The man dragging the boy beside me was the second largest in the group, with skin that had been tan once but was now an unhealthy, pale olive. The last one, who was shoving along the tiny girl on my left, was just as pale as the others with short, sandy blonde hair that was spiked based on how it stuck out of his hood slightly. Either it was just a coincidence that two of them had darker cloaks than the other three, or it was a sign of a hierarchy of some sort.

It was official. I was being abducted by some St. Marcus cult because some idiot boy decided to put on some very bright body glitter and try to walk around topless. Italians, apparently, were not as fun and open-minded as I had been led to believe before embarking on my international vacation.