Bree Tanner, the newborn who was supposed to die. What will happen when she, instead of submitting to her faith, escapes from the clearing before her doom?
As trust issues rub her mind and the danger of the Volturi looms over her, the teen has to de...
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VOLTURI _____________ ꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦❦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷
The seer’s words made the household descend to chaos. The air turned tense as everyone around Bree stood up, their figures hardening from the thought of the ancient vampires arriving out of the blue.
The newborn felt her chest sink. The announcement of Volturi's arrival had been so sudden, she’d not had time to process yet her existence was going to come to an end. She had thought about it—even accepted the imaginary situation—but had not adjusted her brain truly to the fact she was going to die.
Panic flared inside her brain. Perhaps she could still run away. She would be a coward if she managed to do so, but at least safe from the horrors of facing the cloaked immortals.
Her breath hitched.
No. Head shaking in reluctance, she refused to let hesitation latch itself onto her. She wasn’t going to back down. No matter what, this needed to be done. For Fred. And for the uncanny-looking woman and her child. She had to become ash.
The faraway tree she had sat in when mourning the deaths of the two humans flashed in her mind. She wondered if the Cullens could bring her remains close to the plant and let them rest there. She had promised the plant she would take care of it. That way, they could both be happy and protected. Together forever, literally.
Unknown to her, her legs attempted to escape on their own accord. To her bad luck, the rest of her body had to follow the unconscious action. As she realised what had happened, she was grabbed from all sides and thrust to the ground, her futile attempt to escape stopping before she had managed to go far.
The room filled with a thud as she fell to the wooden floor, the impact she was thrown creating a dent in the material.
Her legs were banned from deciding any of her next moves. The decision firm in her mind, she concentrated on calming her anxious body. Although she tried doing it quickly, Jasper was faster. His gift pushed itself inside of her, unwanted. The serene feeling overtook her muscles as she relaxed.
“Get up,” the southern vampire commanded. “They are almost here. You cannot be lying on the floor when the Volturi arrive, although I doubt they would care if-.”
“Jasper, me and Esme will handle her.” Carlisle interrupted him.
The man growled, “Fine.”
New hands took hold of the young teen as she was helped up. Esme and Carlisle’s scents washed over her while she took balance in their grip, steadying herself. She didn’t want to fall again. It would be embarrassing.
During her legs acting up—which, for the record, was not her fault—she had not paid much attention to the Cullens. Her mind had become fixated on the movement of her shoes. So for the first time, after Alice’s vision, her crimson eyes fell on the leader and his mate. They were standing on both sides of her like they’d never stood up from the couch in the first place and left her to sit on it alone.
