End of Part 196:
Jemima’s POV:
The blonde tried to reason with me again. I charged for him, but he dodged neatly. The girl was crying again. That was really getting on my nerves. I spun to face her, a growl ripping through my teeth. She sobbed louder; I stalked towards her.
“I. Told. You. To. Shut. Up.”
I knelt down in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her head.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, leave me alone.”
“Fat chance.” I whispered, before squashing her head between my hands. Her skull wasn’t has hard as a vampire’s; it squished beneath my fingers like play-dough.
She was dead. I turned to the two remaining vampires.
“I can’t be bothered with you,” I said. “I have another vampire to catch.”
Then I dashed away, chasing her scent. I could hear the female vampire sobbing. Like I give a crap about her pain.
...
Part 199:
Jemima’s POV:
One week later:
I stepped back from the flames, letting the thick, vile scent of the acrid smoke flow up my nose. It should have smelt foul and made me turn away and hold my breath; however, it smelt sweet to me, and made me smile. After all, it was the scent of victory and achievement.
It had only taken me two days to find her, but I’d made her suffer for the past five days before finally throwing her onto the fire. I’d taken her apart, piece by piece, day by day, and taunting her as I did it. I felt pleased with myself; I had thought that I wouldn’t be able to control my anger enough to drag it out for this long, but I did, and now I’ve succeeded.
She was burning in a pungent pyre, atop a mountain in the Alps, gone forever. As I breathed in the odour of her death yet again, reliving the memories of torturing her, I felt relieved. I had done everything that I needed to; now I could move on.
However, even with the knowledge that I’d gone above and beyond my goal and wreaked my revenge on everyone who deserved it and many more, I felt that the bloodlust and desire to kill was not quenched. I didn’t just want to feed on humans; I wanted to destroy vampires too. I needed to destroy and maim and execute.
“We like your work.”
I turned at the sound of the four words. They had come from behind me, in a quiet, steady, girl’s voice.
Standing in the snow, each of them draped in grey cloaks, there were four figures. They were standing in a formal arrangement, with the shortest, darkest cloaked figure at the front, and the three taller, lighter cloaked figures in a straight line behind. I imagined that the shortest figure was the one who had spoken; even under the thick, dark grey fabric, with her face covered, I could see that she had the delicate body of a young girl. The three behind her were bulkier and stood with their legs spread apart and their arms folded.
“Who are you?” I asked, taking a step closer.
“We are the Volturi. Chances are you haven’t heard of us.”
Volturi...
I tried the word out in my mind. I liked it.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“We want you to join our guard. We want your skills at our disposal. Our purpose is to keep order in the vampire world and punish those who break our law. A fighter like you would be extremely useful.”
I smiled, nodding.
“Sure. I’ll join you guard,” I said, walking over to them.
“Wonderful. I am very pleased.”
Then she turned and walked away; the line of three behind her parted to let her pass, and then started walking behind her.
“Come,” she called over her shoulder. “We have much to do, and a long journey home.”
I followed them, feeling nothing but overjoyed. This was new, exciting, thrilling. This was going to be a new start, a new life. And, hell yeah, it was going to be fun.
Jemima’s POV:
The blonde tried to reason with me again. I charged for him, but he dodged neatly. The girl was crying again. That was really getting on my nerves. I spun to face her, a growl ripping through my teeth. She sobbed louder; I stalked towards her.
“I. Told. You. To. Shut. Up.”
I knelt down in front of her, placing my hands on either side of her head.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Please, leave me alone.”
“Fat chance.” I whispered, before squashing her head between my hands. Her skull wasn’t has hard as a vampire’s; it squished beneath my fingers like play-dough.
She was dead. I turned to the two remaining vampires.
“I can’t be bothered with you,” I said. “I have another vampire to catch.”
Then I dashed away, chasing her scent. I could hear the female vampire sobbing. Like I give a crap about her pain.
...
Part 199:
Jemima’s POV:
One week later:
I stepped back from the flames, letting the thick, vile scent of the acrid smoke flow up my nose. It should have smelt foul and made me turn away and hold my breath; however, it smelt sweet to me, and made me smile. After all, it was the scent of victory and achievement.
It had only taken me two days to find her, but I’d made her suffer for the past five days before finally throwing her onto the fire. I’d taken her apart, piece by piece, day by day, and taunting her as I did it. I felt pleased with myself; I had thought that I wouldn’t be able to control my anger enough to drag it out for this long, but I did, and now I’ve succeeded.
She was burning in a pungent pyre, atop a mountain in the Alps, gone forever. As I breathed in the odour of her death yet again, reliving the memories of torturing her, I felt relieved. I had done everything that I needed to; now I could move on.
However, even with the knowledge that I’d gone above and beyond my goal and wreaked my revenge on everyone who deserved it and many more, I felt that the bloodlust and desire to kill was not quenched. I didn’t just want to feed on humans; I wanted to destroy vampires too. I needed to destroy and maim and execute.
“We like your work.”
I turned at the sound of the four words. They had come from behind me, in a quiet, steady, girl’s voice.
Standing in the snow, each of them draped in grey cloaks, there were four figures. They were standing in a formal arrangement, with the shortest, darkest cloaked figure at the front, and the three taller, lighter cloaked figures in a straight line behind. I imagined that the shortest figure was the one who had spoken; even under the thick, dark grey fabric, with her face covered, I could see that she had the delicate body of a young girl. The three behind her were bulkier and stood with their legs spread apart and their arms folded.
“Who are you?” I asked, taking a step closer.
“We are the Volturi. Chances are you haven’t heard of us.”
Volturi...
I tried the word out in my mind. I liked it.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“We want you to join our guard. We want your skills at our disposal. Our purpose is to keep order in the vampire world and punish those who break our law. A fighter like you would be extremely useful.”
I smiled, nodding.
“Sure. I’ll join you guard,” I said, walking over to them.
“Wonderful. I am very pleased.”
Then she turned and walked away; the line of three behind her parted to let her pass, and then started walking behind her.
“Come,” she called over her shoulder. “We have much to do, and a long journey home.”
I followed them, feeling nothing but overjoyed. This was new, exciting, thrilling. This was going to be a new start, a new life. And, hell yeah, it was going to be fun.