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I always wondered where the crown jewels disappeared to after John of England pawned them in the thirteenth century. I suppose it doesn’t surprise me that the Volturi have their share.
Carlisle Cullen, Breaking Dawn, Chapter 27
Every word he said he meant. He may not have experienced the exact thirst, but it was something he hadn’t wished on anyone. He had friends who have dealt with it, and many times he wished he could take it on himself. But that wouldn’t do anyone any good. Wishful thinking was wasteful. But he was genuine about his concern.
The full moon was something he hated having to remember. He hated the fact that he lost control and couldn’t remember even small things that happen during those nights. Aiden was fearful of what he became. It wasn’t him. He had no control, no feelings, no thoughts besides instinct. He had hated himself for so long because of it. After 48000 transformations, he figured out that hating himself isn’t worth the effort anymore.
He wanted to abandon the thoughts that came from the threat of a full moon. “More deaths are pointless. The more people die the more suspicious humans will grow, the more likely we will be found out.” He paused. Trying to formulate exactly what to tell her. He supposed no harm could come from giving her the gist of what they did.
“We tend to hold ourselves in secure buildings. We used to use chains and the likes. They didn’t always work of course. But having the technology the world does now. Bunkers, finger print scanners, titanium doors. We manage.” Somehow he didn’t mind telling her this. Her curiosity had gotten to him. And what harm did it do speaking of this. If anything it could make them seem less like the monsters the Volturi has built them up to be.
It was surprising to hear the boy worry about more deaths. His words could have come from a member of the Volturi and, if Jane didn’t know better, she would have assumed they did. She almost smiled at him, but she caught herself just in time. Aro would watch her memories very closely, when, at last, he allowed her into his presence again. She couldn’t offer the werewolf an ounce of kindness.
She realised that she didn’t even know his name. She had never asked. She straightened her back and held her chin up a little more. “It seems like you have a secure system, to avoid detection,” she said, simply. “I’m impressed.” Her tone said otherwise -- it was as cold and flat as ever. She looked at the werewolf and, in her mind’s eye, she saw Aro shouting at her, his face inches from hers, his crimson eyes dark with fury.
“You have been doing this for centuries, so I understand that you have built up precautions. You’re right, of course. The last thing we want is for humans to find you out. We agree, at least, on that.” She paused, before asking, “I realise that I never asked your name,” she said. “That was bad form.”
It felt like it had been far more than a week of suffering. Corin remembered the entire thing akin to a fever dream, she could hardly believe the way she had behaved. Her skin crawled with shame, but she comforted herself that only Sulpicia and Chelsea had seen her at her worst. Aro would find out about the taxi driver soon, but he didn’t often use his gift on her or Chelsea. Her most dreadful secret would remain such. “I’m sure you handled your trials with ease,” she said, confident that Jane was much stronger than she could ever hope to be.
But there was something in her tone, something off. Not sorrow, just a quiet disappointment of some kind. Corin was well-tuned to the feelings of the other Volturi, even those she saw only briefly. Her ability and her natural intuitiveness made her quite adept at interpreting their emotions. Others were more skilled, of course, but she knew Jane well. Something was wrong. She knew it.
“Nor do I. Aro had many pressing worries, he only had a moment to tell me,” Corin admitted, following Jane’s lead though she kept her tone warm and genial. If she wanted to find out what was bothering Jane, asking directly would do little. Jane would shut down. If they approached the problem slowly, she might get an answer.
“What I understand is the original witch shared her power, and then when magic ran too rampant in the world – when our kind were growing in number and power – she bound it. Kept it limited, so fewer of us would develop powers. And then, when she and enough descendants of the originals were all gathered in one place – the curse was broken. Aro’s been seeking all he could find, but….” she trailed off, unable to find a way to say he’d failed. She straightened up. “The world’s adjusted to having magic in it again. We shan’t feel so ill again, it’s passed for good. Which is a small blessing, I suppose.”
Jane remembered well the list of Aro’s pressing concerns. They ran through her head like a pulse, steady and repetitive. The Children of the Moon. The Lamia’s. The Cullen’s. The witches. His worries were hers, and she knew that what Corin was saying was true. She also knew that it was not the reason why Aro had not told her about the curse.
“Yes, he is very busy,” she agreed, flatly. She decided to say nothing else on the matter, lest the dam inside her burst open. She could not lose her carefully built control. Certainly not around Corin. Though Jane trusted her friend, she also knew where Corin’s loyalties lay. She took no offence in the fact that her friend would go to Aro if Jane said anything out of line. Jane would have done the same thing, were the situations reversed.
As Corin explained the curse, Jane watched her and took the information in. Over the centuries, she had become adept at remembering anything which could be of importance to the Volturi, in meticulous detail, and she knew that she wouldn’t forget the cause of her hunger and waning gift. But the information was tempered with pain. Aro had not told her. He still hated her. She felt like a child.
She said, “It is a small mercy. I was almost certain the witches were to blame somehow, but I wasn’t sure. Thank you for clarifying.” She clasped her hands together on her lap. The witch had not been found. Corin’s half finished sentence said more than her words ever could.
“I suppose we’ve been tasked with finding the witch?” she asked. The use of the plural pronoun was a habit -- Jane was always included in the we of the Volturi, after all. She hadn’t lost that privilege. She knew that she never would. Aro would kill her, rather than let her leave the coven and become someone else’s guard. And Jane would gladly bend the knee to her executioner, if it came to that.
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Wish me luck, guys. It’s going to be a long night.
he couldn’t help but chuckle at her response , shaking his head. if he were a human , he had to imagine she’d creep him the hell out. “ or not , ” he murmured , bemused. it’s not like he’d actually been expecting her to listen to him , but it would’ve been an entertaining change.
“ more like i simply see no reason to tell you ; if my business even has anything to do with the rest of my family at all. ” it wasn’t like the volturi coven were any better when it came to secrets , but he didn’t say that out loud , the tone in his head derisive. he raised an eyebrow , amused once again by her tone. “ why miss jane , i am insulted by the very notion of such a thing. ”
Jane was mildly surprised by Alexius’ answer, though she did not show it. She merely looked at him, and tilted her head to the side a little. “Interesting,” she said. She hadn’t assumed that the Lamia Coven would act as individuals. The Volturi always acted as a collective, and Jane had naturally thought that all covens worked in such a fashion.
She straightened up, and said, “You should not be insulted. I am merely checking up on you. And your vague answer didn’t go very far towards proving your innocence.” She paused.
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Brianna laughed lightly. “Yeah, like I ever will. This is my case, and I could solve it faster than your little master can. I have a stronger ability than his. I don’t even need to touch you to see into your past.”
Jane gripped her hands together tightly, and gritted her teeth. “You think your ability matters?” she asked, her normally flat tone tinged with anger.
“This is not a case of who is more powerful than whom. You have no jurisdiction in this matter. This is something for the Volturi to handle. You know of my master, so you know who we are.”
“Yes because I’m suppose to tell everyone that the culprit is a werewolf. I seriously think people would believe me.”
“Ah, I see we’ve dispensed with the charade,” Jane said. “Good.” She looked at the girl and did not blink. “You should leave this case alone. Let us handle it.”
“Not having trouble, just a headache.” It’s the truth. Brianna had no problem when it come to figuring out who was killing everyone, but all the thoughts she saw made her head spin.
Jane clasped her hands behind her back, and looked at the girl. “If you were not having trouble, then the culprit would have been caught.” she said.
“She tortured Bella in a misguided attempt to please me? From what I saw, she simply couldn’t help herself. She’s quite obsessed with Bella,” he said pointedly, staring directly at Katherine. “I’ve seen it, in her memories. Seen Bella’s name repeated a thousand times in Jane’s head. Over and over and over. Maybe your mate is no more loyal to you, than she is to me these days.”
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Corin couldn’t help but feel guilt creep up, burn the back of her throat like the hunger that had plagued her all week. Not only had she behaved disgracefully – she shuddered to think of Aro discovering what she’d done – but she had failed her coven. The Volturi depended on her gift, and even weakened, she should’ve done more to help ease her fellow guards’ pain. But she’d been so distracted by her own illness, she had barely thought to look for anyone. Jane had crossed her mind, only to be pushed out by the never-ending hunger.
“I’m sorry, my dear. I wish we had found each other,” she said, smiling in spite of her self-pitying thoughts. She had to remember that Jane was more than capable of taking care of herself.
“Aro didn’t tell you?” Corin asked, her brow knitted in confusion. It was no secret that Jane was one of his favorites – why had he not explained the curse to her? “It – it was a curse of the original witch. Magic’s returned to the world.”
“There’s no need to be sorry,” Jane said with a small smile. “We each had our trials to preoccupy us. But it’s over now, so let us put it behind us.” The last couple of the weeks had been awful, and it was a comfort to know that Corin still held her in the same regard, even after everything that had occurred. Of course, her friend didn’t know anything, and Jane did not intend on telling her.
It was strange, to think that she had been through so much, and Corin did not know, but it was a pleasant strangeness. It was good that someone was not involved in what happened -- she could keep her utter disgrace and her shame away from Corin.
Of course, she knew that her friend deserved to know, and her friend should know. Everyone in the Volturi should have known that Jane had been disloyal to them, that she had disgraced them. But she couldn’t bring herself to tell her friend. As much as she knew it was her duty to, as much as she knew she should, she did not.
The news that magic had returned to the world, that the curse was the doing of a witch, gave Jane pause. The only outward sign that she was surprised by the information was a slight raising of her eyebrows, but, inside, her thoughts came in a tangled mess. Aro must have known. He had told Corin. He had not told her. Of course he hadn’t.
She said, “Oh.” She looked at Corin, and decided not to reply to the comment about Aro not informing her. It was clear enough that he hadn’t. “Do you know what that entails, exactly? I do not know much about magic.” Her tone was different now, to the friendly one she had used before. Now her voice was cold and businesslike.
Brianna was looking over case files for the murders in Forks, and when she did stuff like this her ability went out of control. She threw her papers down, and heard someone enter the room. “Leave, now.” The witch said almost in tears from all the thoughts in her head.
Jane did not move at the girl’s request, but looked down at the papers with an unreadable expression. “It seems you’re having some trouble,” she said, bluntly. She had not forgotten, or forgiven, the human who interrupted her hunt when she had first arrived in Forks.
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Jane and Katherine were something completely different from other mates. They loved each other to no end, cared for one another : But they both had their duties that stood in the middle. Jane was loyal to Aro as Katherine was to Alec. And they would always choose the latter over each other, even if the choice was hard.
They UNDERSTOOD that. That’s why Katherine couldn’t hate Jane for what she did. She could never hurt her for doing what she thought was right. Duty over love. They were Volturis after all, muck to Katherine’s dismay. But it was comfortable, nonetheless.
Her fingers laced themselves inside the physically younger vampire, weak lips planting kisses on the side of her head, as if she was comforting a child. Jane was hardly such a thing. She had gone through so much as a human, she didn’t blame her for the way she had become. In a way, Katherine had never reproached her mate of anything, because she knew what she had gone through. She didn’t pity her, as she knew that was the last thing Jane would want from her. She understood her.
That’s what this relationship between the two was based off, understanding. They forgave each other where forgiveness was needed, they never held a grudge against another. And this was no exception. She didn’t doubt that she’d never forget the pain just as much as Jane would never unsee the pain on her face. Her screams.
She had tried being strong for her, because it was surely difficult for her. “Shh…” She shushed her mate soothingly, stroking her hair. Her nails scratched at her scalp in an effort to calm her. “My love, it’s alright.” She said, bringing her closer to her. “I love you too. It’s okay. You did what you needed to do. I UNDERSTAND.”
Her red eyes scanned the environment around them, the fire of the car, the bodies. The blood that she was covered in. She knew she should have gotten much worst and she didn’t. There was nothing to forgive. She silently thanked her, her grasp around her tightening. She loved her. She would always love her. Not even THIS could rip that feeling away from her.
As Katherine held her, Jane finally let the tension go. She was always so stiff -- holding her back straight and her chin up and her shoulders back. Though the posture did not cause her discomfort, it was not a natural one. Most vampires carried themselves with the ethereal grace of the Volturi for a few weeks after their transformation, and then they dropped it and adopted a more relaxed stance, more akin to how humans held themselves.
But the Volturi kept their formal posture, and nobody exuded more of a controlled and regal posture than Jane. She was the epitome of restraint and elegance. In everything that she did, she presented a dual front of monotony and authority -- both in control and also uninterested.
Her flat tone was not affected. It was how she naturally spoke, never injecting emotion into her voice, save for rare occasions when it was necessary. And her graceful demeanour was practised to the point where it was how she automatically stood, walked, sat, and carried herself. Jane had, over the centuries, moulded herself into the perfect image of a Volturi guard.
But, in her mate’s arms, she dropped the image. She let the tension roll off her shoulders, and clung to Kate. The soothing whispers and touches were exactly what she needed. She didn’t realise how much until Katherine started murmuring to her. It was okay. Katherine understood. She’d done what she had to do. It was over now.
Jane could not remember loving Katherine more than she did at that exact moment. Her chest swelled with the feeling of it, and her whole being was full up with love. She pulled away from Katherine’s grasp and kissed her deeply, trying to impart all of her adoration into the gesture. They understood one another, without pity and without begrudging the other of anything.
After a few moments, she broke away from the kiss and smiled, and it reached her eyes. As if the last couple of seconds had not happened, she slipped back into her usual mode, squaring her shoulders and straightening up.
“You took it well,” she said, her usually flat tone coloured with pride. Katherine was so brave, so strong, and she had taken the necessary punishment with a stoicism that Jane had expected. “Far better than most.” Of course, she didn’t mention the horrific screams, or the way her mate had collapsed onto all fours. Jane reached out and gently brushed Katherine’s hair away from her face, where it had fallen as she took the torture. Now she looked perfect.
Jane stood up and reached down to help Katherine to her feet. The time for love and understanding had passed. The punishment had been administered. Now they needed to deal with the task at hand. “What happened?” she asked, gesturing to the wreckage and the corpses and the blood, and looking, unblinkingly, at Katherine.
He couldn’t tell exactly what she was thinking. But he noticed the shift in body language. Aiden realized he wouldn’t figure her out ever and he could accept that. Her blank face was all he would get. That would have to be enough for him.
“I’m glad to hear that. I heard that the thirst was always the worst part of it.” And he was. If it was too hard, who knows what could have happened if any of them had found it much hard to deal with. She had paused, but the moment she spoke he felt a pang. He knew it was close, that was always something he kept track of. A beat passed before he nodded,“You won’t have to worry about me or my siblings. We will keep ourselves secured. The last thing we want is more death in this town.”
Jane was not surprised by the wolf’s false compassion. He had, for as long as she had known him, always conveyed the same irritating kindness which the Cullen’s did. It was twee and annoying, and utterly pointless. He didn’t care how difficult the thirst had been for her. He had no concept of it. So Jane didn’t reply, but merely looked at him.
Even to her, it was clear that her mention of the full moon had bothered him. Something changed in his gaze -- though she wouldn’t say exactly what. Was he nervous for the upcoming full moon? “Yes,” she said, simply. “That is the last thing we want.”
Jane was curious about his arrangement -- she knew hardly anything about how the true werewolves dealt with their transformations. She had assumed they ran rampant in the woods. After a moment, in a cold tone, tinged with curiosity, she asked, “How will you secure yourselves? Do you have a place which suffices to hold you?”
It was admittedly strange to imagine this mild-mannered boy in front of her changing into a mindless beast in just a few days, and she wanted to know as much as she could about the process.
“Bella rolled her eyes, knowing that her shield was a point of annoyance for almost every member, and part of her was smug about being able to get under the skin of every member’s skin at once. But the smugness was fading from her mind now after her run in with Jane.”
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