Manipulative Power

|01|The Volturi, They're Coming For Us|

|Chapter 01|The Volturi, They're Coming For Us|

AllisonPOV

I was sitting on the couch, playing Black Ops 2 with Uncle Emmett. Nessie was playing the piano with dad, I had no interest in Music. To be honest.... and I'm only saying this because dad can't hear my thoughts, I'm a mental shield just like mom but I can also manipulate sombody's mind, as in make them do whatever I wanted, a bit like the vampires in The Originals that can compel people, I'm obsessed with Klaus and Elijah, Uncle Emmet wishes we were those kind of vampires and I agree.

So... I do have an interest in Music, a big one but I lack talent so I just tell people I don't like Music. I'm jealous of Nessie because she has a lot of musical talent she's also good at dancing and cooking while the only thing I'm good at is video games, hunting and causing trouble... Pathetic to be honest. If I tried to play any kind of instrument, people would most likely have to cover their ears if they valued their hearing, if I tried dancing I'd probably break both ankles and cooking..... let's not even go there I don't think we'd have a house to live in anymore... I didn't mind any of those things though, just music really got to me.

Everybody was going about their own business and then Anty Alice walks in with a vase of flowers, she suddenly stops, drops the vase and gasps. Dad could've caught the vase, I'm not sure why he didn't he probably thought Aunty Alice would Recover and catch it herself before it hit the ground but she didn't, instead the Vase hit the ground and scattered all over the floor. Now everyone was watching Aunty Alice, as she got sucked into a vision. I saw dad's expression turn into anger and then worry, Aunty Alice came back to reality.

"What is it Alice?" Uncle Jasper asked as he stood by Aunty Alice, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly, she turned her head and looked him straight in the eyes.

"The Volturi, They're coming for us." She almost whispered.

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The house was in an uproar, everyone was worried while Nessie and I still didn't know what was going on, we didn't even know who or what this whole Volturi is. Everyone was arguing in the Kitchen, they spoke in hushed voices as Nessie and I where stuck in the sitting room where they told us to stay. I lay on the couch, lazyly flicking through the channels on the tv. Nessie was walking up and down the room, acting like a worried adult in her 8 year old body, that was the one good thing I had, an advantage over my twin sister, I aged faster, double her growth rate. While she looked 8 I looked 16 and I wasn't complaining apart from the fact that I'll die pretty soon but I prefer not to think about that right now, need to make the most of what we got right?

"God Nessie, stop they'll be a hole in the carpet soon." I complained.

She turned to me, astonished. "How can you— how can you just sit there! Aren't you worried about what is happening?" She accused, outraged. "I've never seen Mammy and Daddy like that, ever Grandpa looked worried! Grandpa is always calm!"

"I am" I said bluntly, she was right grandpa was always calm no matter what trouble I got into or what went wrong, he was the voice of reason and I loved him for it, also because he always covered my ass and protected me against mom's lectures. I saw the look on her face and realised she expected more than that. "but you're not gonna find out anything walking a hole in the carpet."

I then got up and walked towards the door. "No! Stop they told us to stay here." Nessie, always the good girl whisper shouted at me as I got closer.

"Well do you want to know or not...?" I asked, rolling my eyes at her.

It took her a while to decide, she stood there, waiting. Thinking over what I've said but I didn't have time for that shit. I walked over to her grabbing her arm and dragging her over to the door. We both stood their quietly, waiting to hear some valuable information. Just when we were started to make out coherent words through the soundproof walls, the door opened revealing mom. She raised an eyebrow at us, we must've looked like we got caught with our hands in the cookie jar.

"Uh...we..erm.....eh.." nessie stumbled on her words, her face flushing pink as mom was giving us a disapproving look.

I sighed "we want to know what's going on, we deserve to know" I received a small timid nod from my twin sister.

"Okay. Come with me." Mom replied as she closed the Kitchen door behind her, leaving the rest to continue their argument.

She led us upstairs and into Grandpa's study. There she gestured towards a painting beside the door, it was a painting of three men on the balcony looking down at the people below them, illustrating their power and a fourth in the background. The fourth I recognised as Grandpa.

"Is that....." I said looking at Grandpa's painted figure.

"Yes that's Grandpa." Mom confirmed.

"Whats the Volturi anyway?" I asked as I looked at the painting of three beautiful strangers.

On the left there was a blonde haired God, his hair snow white and what seemed to be a permanent scoul on his face. On the right was a man with shoulder length wavey dark brown hair, he had a bored, almost depressed look on his face. Finally in the middle a man with raven black hair that fell past his shoulders stood proudly, he was strikingly beautiful, all of them were, but there was just something about him.... I couldn't pinpoint.

"They're vampire royalty, or at least it's the closest thing to royalty this world has, they enforce the laws and deal with those who break them, many times unfairly as they want to be the most powerful coven." Mom explained with disgust. "Aro is the leader, the most cruel you could say, all he cares about it power and gifts of vampires he could benefit from, Marcus and Caius are also leader although Aro seems to take over most of the time, Marcus doesn't much however Caius is constantly looking for a chance to punish or kill someone for the fun of it. They're all heartless monsters feeding on innocent humans blood." Mom went on a bit of a rant, I could tell she didn't like them.

"How do you know have you ever met them?" I snapped at her not sure why I felt offended that she's saying those things about them.

She looked a bit surprised but answered anyway "Yes Allison I have met them while I was still human, they tried to kill your father." She frowned at me.

"Oh..." I couldn't imagine the three godlike creatures hurting anyone, Marcus looked too depressed, Caius had a scowl on his face and looked like he wanted to kill everyone but I was in denial, Aro however looked angelic with his long black hair and pale face, looking like a serious leader in the picture but I refused to imagine his as a killer.

As we left the room and I stoped staring at the painting I wondered why I reacted in such a way, surely if my mother says they tried to kill dad she wouldn't lie right? And that was enough reason to detest those people. Everyone in the house has been saying they're evil apart from grandpa he didn't share much of his opinion but he was the one living with them, shouldn't he have the most to say about them?