The Shadow's Light
Six years after the Seattle Massacre, Kit and her best friend Chrys find themselves kidnapped and turned into vampires by the Volturi! The two girls are convinced they need to help destroy a rogue coven called the Cullens. Something feels off to Kit, but what could it be? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ!
4. Chapter Three
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Chapter Three: Keep staring and I’ll give you something to stare at
When we finally reached Italy, it turned out we had been waited on. The man-vampire-was absolutely gigantic. He towered over me, his burly muscles flexing powerfully. I was told his name was Felix and made note of him. He was the one who’d located me.
Felix greeted us heartily, sizing me up and down. Despite the size difference I refused to shrink from his gaze. There was no way I'd back down now. A big smile spread across Felix’s face as he nodded at me approvingly.
“It’s funny Yanto,” Felix said to the man who’d brought me here, “the newborn seems more at ease around people and she’s you’ve got two and a half centuries on her!” He bursted into a fit of laughter and the man with me, Yanto, clenched his teeth in annoyance. After a few minutes Felix turned back to me with a grin. “Shall we?”
With that we were led through the city of Volterra, snaking our way through the alleyways before we went below ground. I was so lost in my thoughts that I never bothered taking in the sights, assured that I'd have plenty of time to do so if I so chose. I just wanted to Chrys, enough so to distract me from my distaste at being below the earth. My place was most definitely above it and I had some awesome scars to prove it. Or, I used to but my stupid transformation got rid of them on me.
I was mulling over how I was responsible for any and every thing that had happened to Chrys when we came to a large room. The doors swung open and I immediately searched around for my friend but it was her that found me.
“Kit!” Came a tinkling chime that had only a vague resemblance of Chrysogon’s voice. Luckily my reaction time was inexplicably fast, giving me half a second to prepare for the hurdling mass that was my best friend as she flung herself into my arms. She almost had me, too.
I peeled her off me in order to get a better look at her. It took me a few seconds to realise I was gaping at her. She’d always been pretty but now she looked absolutely gorgeous. Her thick brown hair looked as if it had turned to silk, her features were sharper and all of her little imperfections were gone. It was difficult piecing together her old face with her new one. I couldn’t help but be disturbed by the menacing red eyes that glowed in place of her soft green ones
“Wow,” I stumbled, “You look...different....” She smiled at me sheepishly, twirling around as she looked at herself.
“Yeah...and look at you too!” She chuckled slightly. I laughed back. She knew almost as well as I did that I most definitely would NOT look at myself. I hated my own reflection too much and avoided mirrors at every cost. But something about what she said caught me off guard.
“Me?” I asked, only now figuring it might not have only been my eyes that had changed. I sighed. It was pathetic how such a small thing could bother me when I was left unaffected by the ones that should have bowled me over.
Her face suddenly turned grave, something akin to shame flooding her eyes. I noticed the scent of blood on her breath and grimaced. She had, indeed, killed someone.
“I couldn’t help myself,” she whispered. “The scent, my throat...it was too much for me to bear...” She looked ready to cry and immediately my arm went around her shoulder. I couldn’t bring myself to show even an ounce of the scorn I felt. I tried rubbing her back to avert the look in her eyes that said she was ready to fall apart. At that the door bursted open again, revealing a tall, yet childish looking vampire male.
“Fear not, Chrysogon,” the tall man said in a courteous voice.”I’m sure young Kit here did the same. It’s perfectly normal.” I wanted to say something about being called young but even Chrysogon was had a solid two years on me and we were probably the youngest here. I was the one Chrys depended on though; nobody would have ever guessed her to be older. I just made her feel comfortable. I always had since the day we met.
“Actually, Aro,” Yanto gloated, considering I was his find I supposed he had a right to, “she didn’t even flinch. She even fended me of to protect the human.” Aro’s eyes seemed to light up considerably and I could tell I had his undivided attention.
“How extraordinary,” Aro marvelled. “And how did she fair in your skirmish?” The fascination in his eyes gave me a strange feeling of unease, despite the fact I'd been gawked at in similar manners many a time. You got that when you did stupid stuff, especially things involving rattlesnakes. It was cute! The others just hadn’t shared the same opinion.
“She won!” Melis sang, dancing around me. “Then she just dropped the fight instead of pressing it!”
“She won?” Aro repeated, not once taking his eyes off me. “How?” I wasn’t sure who he was talking to but Yanto cut in so I figured it was safe to say it wasn’t me.
“She mirrored me, of course, but better,” Yanto explained, that smug air never leaving his voice. “She filled in the holes of my technique, fixing my flaws and used it against me. She only got better as time went along. The more she understood how I fought, the better she could emulate it and the easier she could surpass it.”
Huh. I would have just summarized it as, “He was slow and sloppy; therefore I kicked his ass.” Simple. Easy. His description seemed so surreal, as if I were some kind of phenomena. Sure, I could fight using a technique I hadn’t seen before but that wasn’t hard. Anybody with a basic knowledge of how to fight could do the same...right?
I really didn’t like how Aro was staring at me now. This was beyond intrigue. This was like a kid who found a toy he just had to have. Unfortunately, I felt obligated to trust him. He was supposedly the authority figure in this game, and no harm had come to Chrys. I resigned myself to bowing my head slightly.
“How far can this go?” Aro asked Yanto.
“The shield hasn’t a chance,” Yanto replied with a smirk. I was completely lost but that wasn’t exactly something new at this point. I casted a sideways glance towards Chrys and she seemed just as clueless as I was. Aro seemed immensely pleased, almost giddy which seemed out of place on a grown man. He suddenly clasped his hands, grinning from ear to ear.
“Today we add two new dear ones to our coven, let us rejoice!” His features seemed to look more and more childlike the longer I stared at him. Odd. “Caius will be most pleased!” He then held his hands out to me. “May I?” He pleaded. Stupefied, I nodded, not even remotely sure what was going on, but Yanto cut in first.
“I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” Yanto shot. Aro frowned.
“I’ll explain later,” Yanto insisted hastily. Aro grumbled, but made no further advances. Lucky for me. I still didn’t understand why, but he really gave me the creeps.
“You might as well get started then,” Aro said finally, cheering up at some unknown thought. “Even with an eternity there isn’t time to waste.” He started to walk away when Yanto ran after him, pleading that Aro protect him from a shadow or something. He really was a superstitious vampire. Or an extremely paranoid one.
“Time to go!” Melis giggled, leading me out of the room with Chrys at my side.
“What exactly are we going to do?” I asked, feeling more comfortable around Melis rather than Aro.
“To train,” she replied happily. “We need to stop the Cullen’s before they become too powerful.
“Oh...” I trailed. Ok, let’s go with that. So it was apparently these “Cullens” who were attempting to destroy the vampire way of life. Something felt off, but what did I know? I was just some kid dragged into something bigger than her. I still hated being called a newborn despite learning everyone else was my seniors by way more than way more than what was visible. Stupid age exceptions.
“What do you think about this Chrys?” I asked, turning to my best friend, who had remained silent this entire time.
“I think we should trust them,” she said in a whisper, “but I don’t know how you can stand this burning. It was then that I realised she was still hurting. God dammit. This must really be getting to her. I felt like an idiot for not seeing it before. This was all my stupid fault.
“I’m so sorry Chrys,” I whimpered, “I’m so, so, so sorry.” I would understand if she never forgave me. I didn’t think I would ever forgive myself. I couldn’t.
Not for as long as I existed.