Kiralee waited outside in the misty rain for her brother. Facing the woods, her bare arms shivered from the cold, but she ignored it. Her fists were clenched tightly by her sides. She was shaking violently.
She heard a snap coming from behind her. Her mind was focused on throttling Ginger, she was so mad and scared at the same time…she felt disconnected from her body…
She whipped around, her jaw clenched. She glared into the woods.
Out stepped an enormous, shaggy werewolf, otherwise known as Seth Clearwater.
She approached him angrily, still shaking. He looked at her with an expression mixed with worry, defense, protection, and strangely—amusement and eagerness.
“Seth,” she spat. “I’ve figured it out.”
His wolfy eyebrows rose in confusion.
“I’ve figured it out!” she repeated with a pang of annoyance. “I knew it. She’s not who she says she is.”
Seth huffed. Kiralee ignored it and started her rant.
“Ever since that day when she came over for dinner, I knew something was up,” she began. “But I turned the other cheek, for Jacob’s sake. I didn’t want to ruin this for him. He’d found love. He’d found happiness. And I couldn’t bring myself to take that away from him.” She looked up at Seth. “Seth, we need to stop her.”
He stared at her, blank.
“We need to stop Ginger!” she said. “She’s with…she’s with…” she stuttered. She couldn’t force the words out. “She’s with the Volturi
She hadn’t even noticed that Seth had phased back and was now standing in front of her with his cut-off shorts.
“Kiralee, are you feeling well?” he asked, raising one eyebrow. She smacked him harshly on the arm.
“Shut up! Just listen
, Seth!” she complained.
He rolled his eyes, but folded his arms and closed his mouth.
“I was talking with Old Quil the other day,” she said. “He was telling me about the ancient Quileutes, but way more in depth than what we hear at the bonfires. He told me about the Cullens, as well, and about their history.” She said quietly. “I know a lot more about them than you guys do.”
Seth snorted, and was about to say ‘yeah, okay,’ but Kiralee started up again.
“There are many others. Not just the Cullens. And, if you think about it, they go way back, right? Like to a time when not even our ancestors could be traced to. They never die. Think about it, Seth,” she pleaded. “If there are so many of them, there has to be some guidelines, right? But who would be the ones to make those guidelines?”
She waited for Seth to absorb this. He was clearly on the same page as her now, and wasn’t about to go make another remark. He listened intently. A crease marked his forehead.
“There has to be someone. And there is. And this is what Old Quil and the other tribe elders have been hiding from you guys. Don’t ask me why they did, but they did. Just listen to this.
There is a family. They are called the Volturi. They live in Italy and are known as the leaders of the vampiric world. They are the ones that provide the vampires with all their rules and guidelines, and they keep them in check. Old Quil says that their main motive to doing all this is to keep the existence of vampires a secret from the mortal world. The Volturi are capable of punishing and killing anyone they please, mortal or not. In the family, they, too, are all vampires with powers. All of them have at least one, except maybe their guard. This—this cult
is huge, Seth. They literally will do whatever they can to get what they want.”
Seth bit his lip, and looked Kiralee dead in the eye.
“What do they have to do with Ginger?” he asked, skeptical. “And what do they want?”
“Old Quil mentioned that sometimes they use humans and brainwash them with their psycho powers into working for them. I have a feeling—and a damn good one—that Ginger is working for them. I think she’s using Jake to get what she—or, rather, the Volturi—wants.”
“But what does the Volturi want?” Seth asked.
Kiralee swallowed hard. “Me.” She mouthed.
Seth starting to convulse violently. Without thinking about it, she put her hand on his warm arm.
“Calm down, Seth,” she said quietly, attempting once again to hide her terror. “Just calm down. We’re gonna figure this out.”
“Why do they want you?” he growled through closed teeth. He pinched the bridge of his nose in order to calm himself.
“I was thinking the exact same thing. But I think I know why. You heard the whole thing that happened with Bella Swan and Edward Cullen last year, right? How Bella left Jacob in order to go save Edward in Italy?”
Seth nodded, his eyes shut and his nose wrinkled.
“Well, Old Quil told me that she was saving him from them
Seth looked up at her. “Okay…but how does that play into this?”
“That’s what I was stuck on. But then I thought…well, if they managed to escape with Bella still mortal and her knowledge of the existence of vampires, then one of the Cullens would have to of had told one of us, right? Something for us to tell Jake and hopefully comfort him with the thought of Bella being alive?”
“If they had common courtesy, then, yes,” Seth agreed.
“And apparently they did. I called up Old Quil before you came. He said that the Cullens ‘father-figure’ told him that Bella was safe. And he also warned Old Quil that in the near future, the Volturi might come to Washington to check up on her. They were planning to make her into one of them—another rule created by the Volturi. Not one single mortal should have the knowledge of the mythological world.”
“So you think the Volturi wanted to be sneaky about their visit and send one of their brainwashed humans?”
“Exactly. Ginger must
be that person.”
“How do you know? It’s a little far-fetched to just randomly accuse someone of being apart of a vampiric empire.”
“I have some measly evidence, but I highly doubt they’ll do me much.”
“Well, Ginger and Jake are going out to dinner tonight.”
“I know…” Seth prompted.
“But instead of going to Jake’s house so they could go together, she just decided out of the blue to come over here.”
“I thought it was because she wanted to check-up on me—you know, like she was watching me for something. But I have no clue. The girl’s insane. I’m guessing it’s a part of the brainwash.”
Seth chuckled. “But you don’t know that she’s brainwashed.”
“I’m going to prove it. I have to. I need to protect Jake and the pack. And myself.”
“Hold on a sec,” Seth said, holding up his palm as if stopping traffic. “You said that Ginger was after you? Why? What do you have to do with this?”
“This is my theory. I think—obviously—that Ginger is with the Volturi. I think that she rested here in Forks before heading up to Alaska to visit the Cullens. Let’s remember that she is still human, and she does still need food. So she went to the grocery store. I bumped into her. Stupidly and obliviously, I invited her over for dinner. She saw Jake. I don’t know what happened that day that I fainted or why I did, but I do know that Jake spilled the beans about the pack. So while she put on this whole façade about being interested in the pack life and how the stories go, what she was really interested in was leaving Jake broken hearted when she felt her stay was over, and then go see the Cullens, do her real job, then go back to Italy and report three things to the Volturi—one, that Bella Swan is a vampire. Two, that there is another mythological creature lurking on this earth that the Volturi are able to capture, control, and possibly brainwash as well. She probably thinks you could do well as guard dogs. And three, that there is another mortal that knows about mythological creatures and isn’t planning on being changed into a bloodsucker anytime soon—me
Seth stared at her in amazement. He didn’t utter a word for about three minutes.
“That’s your theory?” Seth asked quietly, the words barely reaching his lips.
“Yes. And I think it’s a pretty damn good one.” She said plainly.
He shook himself out of his daze. “Alright, c’mon…we have to go tell the others.”
He phased himself back into the wolf and Kiralee jumped on his back. At a tremendous speed, Seth sprinted back into the forest with Kiralee, and all she could do was wait.