Her Majesty (Volturi Kings)

CHAPTER TWENTY

"Don't you dare touch her!" Caius growls.

Members of the Volturi that were not influenced were currently on their knees, chained to the wall to incapacitate them of movement. The ones that were influenced were aligned next to each other along the wall of the throne room.

The Romanian Coven managed to break through castle walls with me in their grasp, using me as leverage to get through the walls. It was an ugly situation and I didn't quite know if we would out of this safely and peacefully. It honestly looked like it was about to get worse.

I had just been pushed to my knees, the co-leader of the Romanian Coven, Stefan, currently grasping my chin from behind me, forcing my head to look up as my neck was being strained. Vladimir stood by looking gleeful at Caius' reaction. My mates were furious, so were the guards.

"I'm fine, Caius." I told him. "They won't do anything to me."

Lie.

I should probably explain how I got here. I should have expected this, but I figured Vladimir and Stefan would have a change of heart. They clearly did not.

Anyway, here's what happened.

A few weeks ago:

I was currently running along the Romanian-Ukrainian border, trying to find Refugiul lui Vladimir. My plan was to convince Vladimir and Stefan to not unleash an attack against the Volturi, convincing done by threat, of course, I had to use big stick diplomacy. I ran through hordes and hordes of trees, as this was the woods, and jumped over fallen logs and creeks. I once even jumped over a beautiful waterfall.

Romania was truly a beautiful treasure.

An hour of my run in the woods, I felt myself being tackled to the ground. I did not detect any threat much to my horror. The guy who had tackled me currently had me pinned to the ground, snarling in my face.

"Who are you and where are you from?" he snarls, venom dropping onto my face.

Gross.

"Who are you?" I spat back. "The disrespect for ladies, I swear."

His growls grow louder at my response. "Speak your name and where you originate from!"

I roll my eyes. "Fine then." I think for a moment. "Jane. I originate from England. I suggest you get off of me. My gift isn't nice."

His eyes widen. "You're Jane?"

I nod. "I could prove it if you want me to."

He quickly gets off of me. "Uh no thanks. That will be unnecessary."

A rustle of branches sounds off around me and another newcomer comes into view.

"If she's Jane as she says it is," the newcomer says. "We should report her to the masters. She's been spying on us."

My attacker nods. "You're right." He grabs me and I protest. "Let's go, spy."

"Wait a moment," the newcomer stops him. "Let's really test it."

"Test what?" the newcomer facepalms at his friend.

"I don't know what the masters saw in you. You're clearly stupid."

"Thanks." the attacker mumbles.

The newcomer shakes his head, shrugging off the conversation. "As I was saying, I think we should test her out. To see if she's really Jane."

My attacker looks at him funny. "What makes you think she's not Jane?"

"Jane's a lot more serious. Looks far more meaner, too. Plus, Jane always wears her hair in a bun and has childlike features. This woman here does not, unless Jane had plastic surgery and decided to change her style." he explains.

"You've met her?" his friend asks.

The newcomer nods. "A long, long time ago. Had the chance to be struck by her gift. It's not fun. Well, come on then, Jane. Prove it. Go on then."

I shake my head and bow my head. I was found out. "I can't." I mumble.

"What was that?" the newcomer asks. He clearly heard what I said, he just wanted his friend to realize that I was indeed not Jane, but Amity, future Queen. Of course, he did not know that, or at least, I hope.

"I'm not Jane." I say.

His friend's eyes widen.

"Correct. You're not Jane. Now who really are you?"

I sigh. "Heidi."

"Don't lie. I know who she was, too. I know everyone from the Volturi. I used to be a low guard, knew the Volturi quite well over two-hundred years of being part of the coven. Left cause those tyrants didn't see my talent. Now who really are you?"

I hold back a growl at the insult towards my mates. Knowing I had no choice but to tell the truth I say, "Lady Amity of the Volturi coven. Future Queen of the Volturi and vampire world. Now who are you?"

The newcomer smirks. "Thank you for your cooperation. Hugo, grab her. She's got two very nice people to see. If you consider two men, one with silver hair and the other with dark-brown, nice."

My eyes widen.

"Ah, yes. Vladimir and Stefan." the newcomer smirk grows wider. "They've been expecting you. They just didn't know you would make this easy on them." He looks to Hugo. "Let's go."

"Yes, Vector." he tosses me over his shoulder and grips my legs tightly and painfully.

"Let go of me!" I demand.

"No can do," Vector says as they carry me towards their masters. "You got a meeting with the masters."

Translation(s): 

Refugiul lui Vladimir - Vladimir's Refuge.