Her Majesty (Volturi Kings)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Sorry for the long update, I had to focus on a class that demanded to be finished before the end of this semester or I would fail. For those who care, I passed the class! Got an exam grade of 80%.

To my estimate, I have been in this dungeon for weeks.

Or, at least, that's what it seems like.

I was currently chained to the wall, dreading my next visit to the filth that is Vladimir and Stefan.

Oh, how much I so want to rip their little heads off.

Along with their wives, who were also getting on my nerves with every visit.

My next visit was soon, and oh boy, was I dreading it. I hated that Gabriel guy as well. I had found out that there were spies in the Volterra, something that my mates were afraid of. These spies, however, were not doing it voluntarily, but were forced by influence.

The Romanians told me that Gabriel's ability was to influence people. He could convince you with just words. Unfortunately for him and his lame masters, his gift just doesn't work on me. We don't know exactly why.

Gabriel's description could be described as gothic. He has black, long midnight hair that is accompanied by a black, aristocratic buttoned waistcoat with a pair of black pants. His appearance screams dark. He honestly, in my opinion, looks like Gunther Goth from the Sims 3, but with a paler complexion and black hair.

The trait of someone in influence is hard to find. When not around their influencer, also known as Gabriel, they speak normally. But when around him, they speak in a trance. My guess as to why: they would become more influenced.

A person would have to catch the two together to find out if they were influenced or not.

Almost everyone here was influenced. Some genuinely hated the Volturi, and some were forced here, both human and vampire. Those with hatred for the Volturi were the only ones that weren't influenced, for they didn't need it.

My sarcasm was higher than normal as well, which I was often punished for.

I was taken out of my thoughts when the cell door opens with a creek, announcing some poor soul's arrival. "Come," they tell me. Vector. "The kings are expecting you."

I look at my wrists before looking at him. "Hard to do that when you're chained to the wall, Vector. Really, nice brain skills you have. 10/10 for observation. Good job! Would you like a cookie? Or perhaps a golden star? You know the kids really like it when--"

His voice echoes in a big shout. "Be silent, will you! I don't have time to deal with your radioactive mood swings that girls in puberty go through."

I glare. "I am not on puberty. I haven't been since my transformation. Perhaps it would be best to treat a lady with respect than chain her to the wall. Really, work on your chivalry."

He glares at me before taking the key and unlocking the chains. "I suggest you be quiet until you are spoken to by the masters. Perhaps it would be best for you to act like the age you are from? Be a good, silent girl."

"Why you sexist pig!" I shove him towards the wall once I am free with a snarl. The wall forms a crack when he lands. "How dare you disrespect me like that!"

Vector stands up. His face is covered with cracks and his right arm has been detached. He looks at me with a snarl.

Before he can retort, a little boy walks in. "Mr. Vector, sir, I really don't think it's shee best to ouush her. Shee kings don't want her to have bruisies."

I smile at the little boy but am dismayed to find that he smiles back at me with his red eyes. To my realization, the Romanians have been creating immortal children. I knew, right then, that the boy would have to die.

And he's so innocent.

"Be quiet, Alex! This doesn't concern you. You're just a little boy." Vector yells.

I snarl. "You don't have to yell at him." I walk over to the little boy, who seems to be three years old, and pick him up, where he grips my clothing as he sobs in response to Vector. "He's just a kid." I bounce the boy. "There, there, shush. You're okay, you're okay. There, that's it. Dry the venom from your eyes."

Vector rolls his eyes. "We're wasting time, let's go. When we're outside, you can drop the little brat. He's not even supposed to be in the dungeons."

"He's not a brat. He's an angel." I tell him.

"Whatever." he grabs my arm and takes me up the flight of stairs before opening the door.

I tilt my head towards Alex. "Now, where is your creator, angel?"

He sniffles and points towards a tent. "My mamma ish in there."

"Alright, to mamma we go." I tell him.

Vector scoffs and roughly grabs Alex out of my arms, resulting in Alex letting out a wail. "Quiet, you twerp!" He drops him on the ground and drags me away to the city hall.

"Hey!" I yell. "You can't just treat a child like that!"

"I can when it's a worthless child like him." he tells me. "They are awaiting you. We cannot make them wait any longer."