Lost Souls [Volturi]

CHAPTER TWO

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The two women did not lie when they said they would be in Washington the following morning. For the next morning, Carlisle received a text that they had arrived at the airport and would be in Forks within the next hour and a half. Both women were filled with nerves as they stood inside the Seattle airport waiting for their luggage to arrive, a small bag for each. Luciana anxiously tapped her manicured finger against her arm that was covered in her cream-colored long sleeve button up shirt. The material was soft against her fingertips, the feeling was similar to a sheer top but covered her tanned skin perfectly as she moved her hands to adjust the collar of her shirt. Her jeans were dark-washed accenting her long legs that only appeared longer thanks to her beige-colored heeled boots. The outfit was surprisingly light for Luciana as the Spanish woman almost always wore darker colors but if she were to wear any lighter colored shirt it would still remain nude, hence the cream-colored button down. 

Contrasting her friend Dalila adorned black jeans that led down to her leather grey heeled boots. The Cuban woman opted for a simple fitted grey scoop neck tank top that accented her body but still hung loosely on her torso. Covering her soft caramel colored skin was a light-wash jean jacket that she rolled up around her wrists. The outfit summarized her style pretty well granted over the decades she had been alive Dalila had a broad fashion sense that depended on her moods. Similar to her coven sister, she only wore the gold jewelry gifted to her by Carlisle with a pair of earrings and a simple layered gold necklace. Luciana wore small diamond earrings while Dalila opted for gold studs that accented her other jewelry. 

Once their luggage was in hand they walked over to pick up their rental car. The stammering man behind the desk quickly gave them the keys to the black Mercedes Benz they would be driving to the rainy town of Forks. The Latina women waisted little time in observing the car as they entered the confines of the luxury vehicle before driving out of the airport parking lot.

The tires glided across the damp road as Luciana skillfully drove down the roads.  In the passenger seat, Dalila was scrolling through her phone answering business e-mails although the rapid movement of her leg revealed her emotional distress. Luciana was not better as her manicured black nails tapped the steering wheel rapidly. After around twenty minutes in the car, the women spoke at the same instant, "We need to stop." 

Laughter rang throughout the car at the girl's amusement over their unison thoughts. They shared a caring look before they were both silent once more. Their movements had ceased as both women attempted to clear their thoughts and create a level head. Neither of them would benefit from working themselves up even more than they had, after all, whatever they were to witness at the Cullen's would not change their view of their dear friends. However, worry and concern lingered within their hearts as they neared the Cullen household. After all, the Volturi were the biggest threat to any coven and both women had witnessed the strength of the Volturi and little doubt resided within them that if needed the Volturi would execute the Cullen coven. The closer the car got to the forest path the more the girls had to speak in their native language to calm them. The words they grew up speaking rolled off their tongues both dialects being easily translated within their minds as they had lived side by side since shortly after their transformation. The car was filled with Latin music by the time the car rolled down the path leading to the Cullen drive.