My Queen (Volturi Princess Sequel)

SIX

"Katarina, do you want her? She'll become a newborn soon." He stated plainly, earning a wave of a hand from the female. 

"I'll make good use of her." She grinned evilly.

Both girls were brought up to the top of the mountain, where they would wake.

Suzanna stirred, wincing as a throbbing pain intruded her skull. Her head pounded, and she felt incredibly dizzy. Without opening her eyes, she could already tell she wasn't in her cell. Well, shit. Where am I? She thought, lifting her lids.

The room was silent, light sunlight poured in through a skylight. It was certainly.. different. She was positive they were still in the mountain, in the top higher part of it. Her head swiveled slowly, taking in the rest of the cave room. It was a deep, unforgiving grey, with thick stalagmites protruding from the ceiling. She rested on a cotton mattress, the bed fitted with gruff cotton sheets- but she wasn't complaining. It was certainly a step up from cave flooring she was accustomed too.

Suzanna blinked, freezing as her sensitive ears picked up a skittering sound, like a rock being tossed across the floor. Her head whipped towards the mouth of the cave, a female figure appearing at the door. She raised an angled eyebrow, a huff of air much like that of a short laugh puffing from her nose, shoulders jostling upwards slightly. 

"You're awake, girly." She leaned against the cave wall, crossing her slender arms in front of her body, brown curls resting on her shoulders. "You're probably dizzy, drained- they don't give much to you girls, I know. I can't give you anything though. time to meet someone important."

Suzanna was taken aback. Everything seemed to move quickly- first she wakes up in a random room ( a nice one at that ), some random woman grabbing her arm rough enough to bruise, and now dragging her down a long, dark and cold hallway?

She was right, though. Zanna felt too numb to use her powers or even attempt to run, using them like that after so long and being highly uncared for? She was in no condition to protest. She could surely die, like this.

Her feet stumbled beneath her frame, rocking forward a few paces as she became cast on the ground. her hands stretched out to catch her, hissing in pain when tiny rocks stabbed into her skin, scratching the flesh with a sharp sting. 

"Who's this?" A voice croaked, annoyance lacing the tone. in front of her sat a tall man, who's hair was a dark blackish blue, combed and styled back on his head, leaving his angelic-or, demonic- features in broad daylight to observe. his skin was milky white, pupils a fiery red that definitely, definitely meant he was a vampire.

Accompanied with a full matte black suit and attire, paired with gold rings- zanna was obivously in front of someone very powerful.

who is this?

she tried to remember. her eyebrows furrowed as the brown haired girl scrambled to her feet and bowed in accustom to this.. this king-like man, she hardly wanted to upset.

"Rise, girl. Who are you, where are you from and why are you here." he sighed in dread, angled chin rested perfectly in his palm with dead eyes, that started deep into her soul upon eye contact.

She shook her head, clearing the fog, coughing up dust. "My- my name is Suzanna, Im from Volterra, Italy. Im.. 17. I was brought here on a cart with some other prisoners and- and my.. my friend was attacked by one of your guards," suddenly she had energy to snarl, earning a displeased look from the man, that soon shifted to a blank expression... reasons unknown to her.

"I used my powers to kill him. i passed out, and woke up in a room back there. Now, about you." she finished, deadpanning, as she let her crystal orbs flicker over the male across from her.

"Now- me?" his voiced snarled, tone raising, on edge. he radiated the energy of a king leopard, a strong beast.. maybe even a dragon. This caused the 17 year old to cower inside softly, but she would rather be dead that give this man the pleasure of knowing he intimidated her.

"brave girl. again, name." he commanded, sitting straight on his throne like chair.

"Suzanna. Miaorsien." she spoke reluctantly, tapping her toe as she bit the inside of her cheek.

His eyes widened like saucers, nostrils flaring in something.. suzanna didn't know. a thick, heavy silence followed, before his voice spoke out again, cutting through the thick veil.

"Miaorsien?" unlike before.. much, unlike before- his voice was near frail. it treated the air like fragile glass, as if it could crack at any moment. Suzanna blinked at the sudden change in character, tweaking her head. 

"yes..?" did he know someone of her family? max? someone... anyone?

he stood slowly, the patter of his shoe soles against the hard rock becoming the only sound in the room, suzanna's breathing caught in her throat as the white beast of a man stalked towards her. she didnt know what to expect. 

perhaps he would grab her throat, and choke her to death. rip her heart out. blind her. torture her? maybe he would h-

a gentle, tender touch of a fingertip caressing her cheek stopped her thoughts. She froze under the touch, his hand treating her as if she was glass. a stunned, wonderous expression took over his features, the corners of his lips flipping up into a soft smile.

"I knew we would meet again, Suzie. Welcome home, my daughter."