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The Shadow's Light

Summary:
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!


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5. Chapter Four

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Chapter Four: Anyone wanna remind me when I got drafted?

I wasn’t tired, but I was annoyed. Really, really annoyed. My “training” for the past four hours consisted of facing off against a talented vampire so I could learn to imitate techniques, and that consisted of letting that bitch of a cherub from hell attack me with her mind again and again. To my slight credit, I was pissing Jane off. By the looks of things she wanted me to scream, but that was the last she’d ever get out of me.

“Rot in hell,” I seethed through clenched teeth, barely managing to stay standing. I'd get her for this. It took all my focus to keep from giving her what she wanted. As much as it pained me to admit, she was good, and I hated her all the more for it. I wanted to wipe that smug smile straight off her face. I wanted her to feel the pain she’d pushed on me. Suddenly she flinched.

All my fury turned to satisfaction instantaneously. I could make her feel that pain. I finally figured it out. Her power was not only driven by the mind, but it attacked the mind. There wasn’t actually any physical pain; it was all about forcing your will on another.

And absolutely nobody would ever beat me in a battle of obstinacy.

I stopped slouching, standing up straight, closing my eyes and focused my mind. I had a vivid image of how the pain felt and I imagined her feeling it herself. Every last ounce of it. I imagined her hitting the floor, screaming and writhing in agony.

My eyes snapped open as I realised I wasn’t imagining her screaming. I stopped immediately, shocked at my success. She was lying on the ground screeching blue murder, doing absolutely nothing to compose herself. I guess she realised her own medicine really freaking sucked. Unfortunately, I took no pleasure in her pain, even if she was a maniacal little she-devil.

I was surprised how easily she went down. I supposed she really was too used to overpowering her opponents without a fight. She didn’t need to learn to tough it out, and subsequently, she had absolutely no tolerance for pain. I guess I wasn’t the only one in need of training.

Applause sounded wildly from the back of the room. Melis danced over to me, a huge bemused grin playing across her lips. It would seem that I wasn’t the only one that wanted to put Jane in her place. Only Melis seemed to truly enjoy Jane’s suffering. Melis’ deep pink hair was in beautifully stark contrast with her hauntingly red eyes. I had difficulty telling if it was hair dye or if some vampires were just like that. Not that it mattered. It suited her too perfectly.

Melis’ face was lit up in a luminous smile, her sharp teeth flashing brilliantly. To my slight disturbance, her moment of joy seemed to unveil an almost menacingly quality to her. She really must have hated Jane, not that I could blame her. Had a wave of guilt not washed over me, I might have felt inclined to continue.

“Brilliant!” Melis cheered, her nose scrunching slightly as her smile spread. “Bravo!” She held up her hand for a high-five and I obliged her. I was proud of myself. Jane and her devil twin Alec seemed to be pretty prestigious around here and I just figured out how to hand her ass to her on a silver platter.

It was strange that I'd only just noticed that Melis was a fair bit shorter than me. She couldn’t be taller than five foot nothing. I stared at her cloak which wasn’t quite as dark as the one that Jane wore but wasn’t light by any means. It struck me that the darker the cloak, the more powerful the vampire. Melis must’ve been able to handle her own quite efficiently. The deepest black was obviously held solely for the ancients and their wives.

I allowed my gaze to wander over to Chrys, who’s training had been a lot more-thankfully-mundane than mine had. I tried not to laugh as her ears vanished with a pop and were replaced with the large flapping ears of a grey elephant. She hit the ground, her balance lost in the sudden change of weight. Melis chuckled when she noticed my stare.

“I’m an advanced chameleon myself,” she cooed proudly. “Did you know that?” I shook my head, I most certainly did not. I couldn’t help but wonder how many mirrors there were. “Watch this,” she mused, suddenly disappearing into thin air. I looked around the room, trying to figure out where she could have gone.

“BOO!” She shouted from behind me, almost causing me to jump out of my skin. Almost. I was relieved not to have embarrassed myself.

“So are there many other mirrors?” I asked, trying to get as much information as possible. They seemed to enjoy keeping me in the dark way too much. Melis frowned.

“No. Gifts are never the same but there are variations. We tend to give them generic terms to keep it simple. As a chameleon both Chrys and I can blend in. She will be able to morph into any animal she chooses but I, on the other hand can change any part of me to any colour. I can change my voice, height, appearance, everything. It all depends on my mood.” She giggled at the thought.

“In the same respect, Eleazar can sense the potential of somebody he’s in close proximity to. On the other hand, Yanto can feel the potential of a vampire from anywhere in the world. He’d just never find them if it weren’t for Demitri.” She started giggling some more. “As far as mirrors go, you’re the first, but Yanto is so superstitious! He actually believes that if he’d have killed you in your transformation, he’d have seven years bad luck!! Stupid vampire.”

It randomly occurred to me that Jane was no longer in her room. I guess she wasn’t my biggest fan. I stared blankly into space, thinking about the demon midget when Melis re-seized my attention.

“I have to report back to Aro. Feel free to look around,” she smiled to herself. “I’m sure your cloak is going to be even darker than the twins’. I’m jealous. You’re going to be Aro’s most prized possession.”

“His what?” I questioned, my eyes narrowing. I'd been caught off guard and I really didn’t like people considering me as an inanimate object.

“He calls us his dear ones,” she replied hastily. “Sorry I phrased it that way. I meant to say you’re going to be his new favourite.” I didn’t trust her tone. She backtracked too fast.

“Why?” I asked suspiciously.

“Because he loves the unique,” she chirped happily. I figured there was more to this than she was letting on. She said nothing else, choosing to make her exit. I considered going after her skipping form but decided against it. It wasn’t worth it. I offhandedly wondered what happened to Yanto. Maybe that shadow of his had gotten him. I smiled at the thought of a big, bad vampire running from shadows like a five year old.

I wasn’t alone for very long before a small crowd bustled in. They eyed me up expectantly as if waiting for a spectacle. I groaned as I realised that said spectacle was supposed to be me. Joy. What was the big deal already? Alright, I was different, why did that matter so much? What could a single vampire possibly do? Maybe I was some kind of a sideshow. Or maybe someone was going to burst in and say that I'd just been on a pranked.

I might have actually believed that...if I had a heart beat.

I couldn’t help but notice the particular stare of a golden-eyed vampire who, needless to say, stood out amongst a sea of red eyes. They were so...beautiful. I refused to admit there were other reasons he stood out besides eye colour. I wasn’t willing to get into that. I forced myself to look away before I came across as a complete moron, though I’m sure I already had. I was good at making myself look stupid.

It kind of surprised me how intensely dark each cloak was. They made Melis’ look white. Crap. They weren’t here to watch and they most certainly weren’t a welcoming committee. They were here to test me. Bugger.

You’d think they’d have given it a rest after Jane. Especially since by their standards I was hardly a day old. Really now, a day. Did they have nothing better to do than pick on the new kid? Don’t get me wrong, I was happy they’d at least Chrys go, but I didn’t remember exactly signing up for this either.

The first one to come forward was a dark haired male who looked to be about twenty three, but I was probably off by a few centuries. I felt strangely detached as the group swirled around me. It was almost dizzying. “We have come to realise that you can’t use a technique unless you understand how to use it,” he said, a dark smile twisting on his lips. I felt the circle enclose on me. “So we’re going to teach you the way you seem to learn best. Experience.” He laughed as I glared openly at him and beckoned a couple of vampires to stand in front of me, stances ready.

“Let us begin.”