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17-year-old Ana Forrester has lost everything. Her parents, her place in this world, her story. After a near-fatal car crash, the Cullens take her in, where she meets Seth Clearwater. Soon, she realizes that her life may have a chance to turn itself around. But when the Volturi threaten Ana’s safety, she must make a choice between her new family, and the wrath of the Volturi. THIS STORY IS COMPLETE!!!!!!! THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READ & REVIEWED!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU AT ROUND 2!!!!*~Nymphadora_Cullen~*

In case anyone's wondering, in this story, Ana is 17, which means everything is happening now. Bella's been a vampire for two years, and Nessie is, I guess, about the physical representation of a ten or twelve-year-old. Also, I'm planning to do a playlist for this fic. Check the chapter notes to see what music works for each chapter If anyone has any questions, please leave a review.

8. Chapter 8: Volturi

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Chapter 8: Volturi

Silence hung in the air like a thick fog; it smothered the recently cheerful mood that had once filled the room. It was deafening, this silence. Like death itself.

I couldn’t take it. I broke the silence like a knife, a blade cutting the tension to shreds.

“So, who are the Volturi?” I asked.

The Cullens stared at me, but it was Jacob who told me.

“They are the main stereotypical vampire,” he began somberly, “The Volturi are the reason that Leah trembles every time she comes in; they’re very name sends shivers down the spine of our pack.” He shuddered as if to emphasize his words.

“Basically, they are the ruling class of the vampire world,” Bella continued. “Aro, Marcus and Caius are the leaders, and together with their guard, enforce the rules of our kind.”

“Is that it?” I asked. That didn’t seem too bad.

“Not by a long shot.” Edward muttered. “Aro is also a collector. He takes the most powerful, most talented, and most beautiful vampires in existence, and makes them members of his guard. Usually that’s what happens.”

“The last time they were here, they thought Renesmee was an immortal child, a human child that had been turned into a vampire, and would possibly expose the vampire world, which was the reason the children were destroyed. ” Seth said. “They all came, but we managed to convince them otherwise.”

“What about now?” I asked.

“Just a few of them will come,” Bella muttered. “A couple members of the guard, maybe some of the ancients, Aro, and possibly Caius or Marcus, maybe even all three.”

“What do they want?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. “They want me to become a vampire, don’t they?”

Carlisle nodded. “They want your heart to stop beating, either from the change, or…. ” he trailed off. I knew that he didn’t want to say the other choice. It didn’t matter; I could guess.

“How long?” I whispered.

“Two weeks,” Edward and Alice echoed.

No one said anything for a while after that. I felt the tension well up again, an invisible ocean wave about to crash into the scenic and serene beach that was our lives. Up until now, at least.

For the second time, it broke, but it wasn’t me doing the breaking.

“Why?” Bella whispered, “Why does it always seem like when everything is getting along so well, that suddenly it all turns out wrong? Is there supposed to be some sort of invisible scale where you can’t have happiness without a little misery, and we just upset the balance?” She sank into the couch curling into a ball. Edward sat next to her, and she laid her head in his lap, dry-sobbing. “Why? Why? Why?”

Seth’s warm arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders, and I felt his warm breath on my cheek.

“I’m still here,” he whispered. “I’m right here.”


I opened my eyes to the memories of last night crashing down on me.

I could see the others. Nessie was fast asleep in the chair, with Jake keeping watch over her sleeping form, a bundle of russet fur with brown eyes keeping rapt attention on the front door.

Carlisle and Esme sat the dining room table, staring into the grained wood as if it held all the answers. I noticed they were holding hands.

Emmett and Rosalie were both curled up in the loveseat; he held her gently in his arms while she stroked his curly black hair.

Alice and Jasper sat on the stairs, their heads resting on each other’s shoulders. Her eyes were closed, whispering apparent nonsense into the air. Jasper, however, just stared off into space, his mind elsewhere, yet his hands stroked Alice’s face.

Edward and Bella were in the same position they had been in last night, her head in his lap, his hand on her shoulder, whispering softly in her ear.

I turned to see Seth, his arm flung on my stomach while he slept. Softly, I took his hand and squeezed it. I felt him squeeze it back. Reassurances followed that simple squeeze.

I hoped that we would get through this, for both our sakes as well as for the sake of the rest of them.