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Wolf's Girl

Summary:
This is a sequel to A CHANGE IN MONSTERS, so I would suggest reading that first. Bella/Sam


Notes:
Remember, No Emily.


10. The Trio

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I took a deep breath ready to give my answer…

“Sam,” I started. “You know that I love you too. And, I always will.” I saw Sam’s face fall as he realized what my answer would be. “So, I would love to be your wife.” His head snapped up and he looked at me in the eyes.

I leaned down and whispered, “I think now is the part where you put the ring on my finger.” I chuckled as he fumbled with the box, trying to get the ring out. He smiled triumphantly when it was placed on my finger.

He took hold of my hands and I helped pull him up from his kneeling position on the ground. His lips immediately collided with mine and our bodies molded together. This… was… unbelievable.

“Aww.”

“How sweet.”

“Terrance, get your camera out. The people back at home won’t believe this.”

I pulled away from Sam and turn my head to the side. People at the café were watching us intently. I buried my head in Sam’s chest. How many times was this going to happen to us? We had to choose where we were better.

“Let’s get out of here,” Sam murmured in my ear. I nodded and then let him pull me along willingly. We walked in companionable silence until Sam pulled me into an alleyway and pressed me up against the wall. His lips met mine once again.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he muttered against my lips. “I need to kiss you again.” I giggled and added more pressure the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through his hair; he was not getting away so easily this time. I felt his arms surround my waist and I smiled against his lips.

“Well… well… well,” a voice nearby us said. “What do we have here.” I opened my eyes, my lips still connected with Sam’s. His were opened, too and he had the same question reflecting in his eyes that was penetrating off of mine. My eyes widened and I turned my head in the direction that the voice had come from.

There were three of them. And, I could tell that they were all vampires. Their eyes, not golden like Sam’s or mine partly, were blood red. They drank human blood. Only human blood.

“Yes?” I asked uncertainly. “Can I help you with something?”

“We were unaware that there were vampires in our parts,” the one in the front that had spoken before said. “Why have you not come to see us yet?” I furrowed my brow in confusion. What were they talking about?

“I am sorry, sir,” Sam said. “We were unaware that we were supposed to see anyone while on vacation in Italy. If we had known, we would have come.”

“Are you new at being a vampire?” asked the vampire to the right of the first one.

Sam nodded.

“Are you?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I have been one for about fifteen years.”

“How could you not know about us?” asked the first one again. I gulped and turned the vampire to the left of the first one. He was scrutinizing Sam and I carefully, his eyes narrowed immensely. I briefly saw his hand flick out and touch the first ones hand. The vampire took no notice to this, or if he did, he did not react.

“I am sorry, sir, I really don’t know what you mean,” I told him.

“What are your names?” he asked.

“Sam Uley.”

“And yours, young lady?” the second vampire asked after a mild pause.

“Bella—Isabella Swan.” The silent one shot a look at the leader.

“Ah, Isabella Swan,” the first one said. “We have heard much about you. But”—he turned to Sam—“not anything about you.”

“Excuse me,” I said, not wanting to be rude. “If you know our names, I think it only fair that we know yours.”

“Life isn’t fair, dear,” the second one muttered. And then the two of them burst out laughing, while the third remained quiet.

“Do you really not know who we are?” the first one asked, watching our expressions closely.

Sam and I both shook our heads rapidly.

“Aro,” the first one stated.

“Caius,” the second stated. And, after throwing a look at the third said, “And, that’s Marcus.”

“He does not talk?” I inquired.

“Bad relationship,” the first one—Aro—declared.

“Well,” I started, “very pleased to meet you three, but Sam and I really must be going.” I stuck out my left hand for them to shake. Aro looked at my hand as if it had some mold growing on it. Then, his eyes lit up as he noticed something.

“You are getting married,” he said matter-of-factly. I took my hand back and covered my ring with my other hand.

“Yes,” I answered uncertainly. The look in his eyes was… hungry.

“What a lucky man,” Aro growled.

“Yes,” Sam said, wrapping his arms around my waist, pressing my back against his chest. “I am.” I turned my chin up and looked at his face. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were pulled down in a scowl. He seemed almost… jealous? Why would he have to be jealous? There was no competition here. Or, was there?

“Um… I think that we really, really have to go.”

“Oh,” Caius protested. “Just come back with us for a little while. We haven’t gotten to know you two yet. We know the Cullen’s.” I gasped. They knew them?

“Who are you?” I barked through gritted teeth.

“Well, my dear, we are the Volturi.” Aro spoke arrogantly. I would not expect anything less from what I knew about his character as of now.

Volturi, Volturi. I thought this word over and over again in my head. I had to have heard of them somewhere. Their name seemed to spark old memories. Memories in which I tried to forget.

Flashback:

What is a Volturi?” I demanded.

The Volturi are a family,” he explained, his eyes still remote. “A very old, very powerful family of our kind. They are the closest thing our world has to a royal family, I suppose.”

Edward had never used the name Volturi for the beautiful trio, two black-haired, one snow white. He’s called them Aro, Caius, and Marcus, nighttimes patrons of the art…

End of Flashback

I flashed my eyes over the trio once again. These were the people that Edward had talked about? Them?

Aro and Marcus were the black haired ones that Edward had spoken of and Caius was the white haired one. They all seemed so familiar, almost like I knew them… personally. Then, I remembered seeing them in the picture with Carlisle the first time I had ever met the Cullen’s.

I forced myself to stop thinking of Edward.

“I’ve seen you before,” I blurted out before I could contain myself. Aro smirked and threw a wicked glance at Caius.

“Of course you have,” he told me as I pulled away from Sam who was trying to drag me in the opposite direction.

“No, I’m serious,” I persist. The laugh a little and I take a deep breath. “Edward told me about you three. You know Carlisle.”

“Carlisle Cullen. Yes, I have already told you that I know him. Edward… hmm… a friend of Carlisle’s perhaps?”

“His son, perhaps?” I said, imitating his tone. I sighed. “If we agree to come to where you live, what do we get in return?”

“Is it not enough to you?” he joked. I narrowed my eyes at him, and Sam tried to step in front of me.

“Thank you, gentlemen,” he began, “but I think that Bella and I should be heading back to our hotel.” He said the last part while looking down at me.

“Humph!”

“Please,” Aro said. “Do stay with us. Nothing will harm you. We can discuss your powers and we will definitely respect your decision of hunting animals.” I cleared my throat at this. “Yes?”

“The thing is,” I said. “I do not feed on animals…”

“What do you mean?” Caius questioned.

I took a deep breath and said, “When I was changed fifteen years back, animals never filled me up. I was always… lacking something. I was never full enough, never had enough energy. Then, one day, I slipped, and drank a human dry. I was full and I could feel that my energy was back. Ever since, I have drank human… blood.”

“Interesting, I would have expected you to be an animal drinker. Seeing as you live with the Cullen’s.”

“Well, apparently not,” I told him. “So, we come to stay with you and we get…”

“The hospitality that we offer; we won’t charge you for the room we will give you; and, we can give you some history of our kind, perhaps? If that would please you.”

“Yes,” I stated. Sam’s arms surrounded me once again and he brought his lips down to my ear.

“Bella,” he said, “please don’t do this.”

“There is nothing wrong with this,” I muttered to Sam. “I don’t know why you are going to make such a big deal out of this. They are vampires, too. They are like the head of all vampires.”

“But, how can you be sure?” he persisted.

“Sam, I’ve seen a picture of them. Carlisle knows them. Edward told me of them.”

“Edward,” he spit. “And, you would believe everything that he told you.”

“Sam,” I whispered out harshly. “Please. Just do this one thing… for me. For a… wedding present.”

“All right,” Sam responded defeated. “But, just know that I will have no pleasure in going to their… fortress”—I laughed when he said this—“that I am only doing this for you.”

“Sam, Sam, Sam,” I started, “I think that you will have a ton of pleasure by going there.” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively and then turned in his arms toward the trio.

“Lead the way.”