Edge of Eternity

The Volturi

Chapter Eight – The Volturi

This was stupid. In fact, this was dangerous and stupid and plum crazy. I can't believe I had agreed, let alone jumped into doing this. As soon as we got away from Jacob, which reminds me that I need to punch him later, us girls quickly got onto a plane and headed out to Italy, which was where this 'Volturi Coven' resided in. And to say I wasn't scared senseless, well, I would be wrong.

I was terrified. Alice kept telling me everything was going to be fine but I honestly didn't believe her. And then she went on to tell me that one of these leaders will be able to 'see' that everything will be okay. I didn't want to say that I didn't believe her but the reality was that I honestly really didn't. We were going to die. And I blame Edward for this.

But that wasn't it. Oh no. Not even close. I had become the distraction on the plane to this place. Alice decided I needed to dress up and had done my make-up and hair on the plane ride. Grant it there was no hair spray but she did a partial up-do with a clip in my hair before managing to make my ends wavy. She then added mascara and all that and by the time she was done, I looked much older than I really was. Which freaked me out. She told me it would help with the Volturi, that if they saw me any younger that they may not let me leave until he came and got me. Which she won't tell me who he is.

Then, after that long plane ride, I was shoved into the tiny back seat of a yellow Porsche before tossed a black piece of cloth. Alice told me to change, which made me do so with a grumble before I found myself struggling. And when I managed to get it on, I felt my blush hit tenfold at what she had me wearing. It was a little black dress that hugged my curves. And I mean, hugged my curves. The sleeves were lace and lace stretched across my chest with a cut out right below it which gave a bit of a show. I never really wore anything this fancy, let alone showed that much cleavage. But my thoughts were broken when she handed me some jewelry followed by a pair of silver heels.

"Alice?!"

"Put them on. Trust me. You'll make their jaws drop," she giggled, forcing me to roll my eyes. I slipped on the heels, struggling with the ankle strap before adding the dangling tear drop earrings and the silver chain bracelet. I kept my silver locket on, grateful she didn't force me to wear another necklace in its place. But now, I was trying desperately to keep from shaking in this cramped elevator.

That's right. Elevator. Bella had managed to get to Edward in time and I found myself rather disappointed in how he looked. He wasn't at all what I thought Bella would snag but beggers can't be choosers and if she is happy, then I wasn't one to judge. Still, I blamed him for my position in front of the two vampires behind me and I could feel their eyes staring at me. Apparently we had to actually meet the Volturi for some reason. And as my eyes trained forward, I could still see that Alice was smirking and Edward was giving me odd looks until he ducked his head at the glare I sent his way.

Soon, the elevator door opened and we made our way forward, my heels clicking along the ground. I was so happy that I had practiced in heels before heading to Charlie's house. It took me weeks to master walking in them and I probably would have face planted once or twice in these things if I hadn't. Bella's klutziness was contagious. I just knew it was because I had run into a table or two recently because of her. At least the bruises were gone.

A set of doors in front of us opened the closer we got and we filed in, my head held high in a false bravado. Alice stayed near, holding my hand as I took in the sight before us. Three men were sitting in thrones, a snarl on one, an apathetic look on another, and a delighted one on the middle. I could hear someone speaking but I wasn't at all bothered by it as the delighted one paused at my sight, his eyes traveling my full form in what I could assume was appreciation before he made his way down from his perched little position.