Manipulative Power

|03|Violet Mets Red|

|Chapter 03|Violet Mets Red|

AllisonPOV

We stood awaiting the Volturi, I held my dad's and renesmee's hand as she held mine and mom's. Holding my head high I tried to seem confident, I knew Nessie needed me to not be scared of what's to come, Although my dad wouldn't read my thoughts he gave my hand a gentle reassuring squeeze as if he felt I needed it, and I did. Everyone stared saying their goodbyes, it worried me but we all kept it short not too jinx ourselves. Once the Volturi arrived I didn't look up, I didn't want to look up just in case I caught eye contact with Aro, I wanted to, so badly but he was here to kill me and my family. I wasn't sure what it was about him, but there was something. I could feel his eyes burning into the top of my lowered head. I heard dad lowly growl and squeeze my hand tighter.

Grandpa stepped out in front of us and spread his arms, holding his palms up as if in greeting. "Aro, my old friend. It's been centuries." he was once again always the peace keeper, attempting to smooth things over since nobody hated him, I don't understand how anyone could even try, that man was the most selfless and kind person I knew.

The white clearing was dead silent for a long moment, it almost forced me to glance up to see what was happening but then thankfully Aro final decided to speak, he stepped forward out of the center of the Volturi formation, I could hear his feet grind against the thick blanket of snow as he did.

I glanced up but avoided a certain main leader in the middle, we were outnumbered, the Volturi guard weren't happy, their faces lowered into scowls, lips curled back from teeth. A few of them leaned forward into a defensive crouching position, a silent warning not to try anything unless we want them to pounce back.

Aro held one hand up toward them. "Peace." he said and all of them fell silent. It amazed my that with one word he controlled them all. I got a good look at him as his eyes were trained on Grandpa. The painting did him not justice, he was even more brethtaking in person... I shouldn't think like this. He was here to kill me and my family, a monster, draining human blood mercilessly.

He walked just a few more steps forward, then cocked his head to one side. His milky eyes glinted with curiosity. A beautiful colour, although I knew there wouldn't be so much more dept and various mix of colours if I looked up close.

"Fair words, Carlisle," he started, sending a shiver down my spine, his voice was so soft, I could compare it to velvet.  "But They seem out of place, considering the army you've assembled to kill me, and to kill my dear ones." I frowned, why would he think we want to kill him? He's the one that wants to kill us.

Grandpa shook his head and stretched his right hand forward as if there were not still almost a hundred yards between them. "You have but to touch my hand to know that was never my intent."

Aro's breathtaking eyes narrowed. "But how can your intent possibly matter, dear Carlisle, in the face of what you have done?" He frowned, and a shadow of sadness crossed his features—whether it was genuine or not, I could not tell.

"I have not committed the crime you are here to punish me for." he continued to make a case.

"Then step aside and let us punish those responsible. Truly, Carlisle, nothing would please me more than to preserve your life today." I felt as if that, if nothing else he said, was true.

"No one has broken the law, Aro. Let me explain." Again, Grandpa offered his hand.

Why wouldn't he just take it and then he would believe that we were all innocent? He's making this so much harder that it should be, it's pointless, all for what? A bit of a dramatic show for the witnesses?

Before Aro could answer, the platinum blonde to his left, Caius drifted swiftly forward to Aro's side. "So many pointless rules, so many unnecessary laws you create for yourself, Carlisle," the ancient human drinker hissed. "How is it possible that you defend the breaking of one that truly matters?"