Full Moon

Rose has been haunted by dreams; dreams depicting the lives of the Cullen family. But then Rose goes to the Italian city of Volterra with her class, where strange occurrences will change her whole life.

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12. Chapter 11

 

Heidi didn’t lead me back to the throne room again. This time it was a smaller room with grey stone walls and a stone floor that gave the room a cold and unpleasant atmosphere.

There was a guy waiting for me. He was tall with dark curly hair and olive-coloured skin. He was quite handsome. But, then again, weren't all vampires that?

“Hello. I'm Damen. I will be the one to turn you.” he said, very bluntly.

“Wow, vampires really cut to the case, don’t they?” I asked sarcastically and a little grumpily.

It didn’t ruffle him. “We don’t small talk.” he answered with a shrug.

He looked behind me at Heidi and nodded. She left the room, closing the door behind her.

I looked back at Damen. He was bent over a table with his back to me. I could see faint traces of thick muscles through his shirt. 

“So… How’re we doing this?” I asked. I wasn’t really curious, it was just awkward standing there all quiet with his muscle-y back facing me.

I moved a few steps around the bed in the middle of the room and got a better view of the table. Damen was preparing something. I couldn’t see what it was, but then he turned around and I saw what he was holding. A syringe filled with some transparent liquid, probably the poison, and a scalpel. My fear grew. I’d never been a fan of needles.

“I'll push the needle straight to your heart, so it’ll go faster.” he told me with a very neutral expression.

I nodded silently. I couldn’t seem to find my voice.

He was opening the package of another syringe when he hesitated and looked at me. His expression was surprisingly kind and warm. The first sign of life I’d gotten from him. Huh.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“Do you have any questions? After what I’ve heard you know pretty much everything, but still… You must be pretty scared."

I was surprised. So not all Volturi-vampires had a stone heart.

"Actually I do have one question.”

“Shoot.”

He noticed my hesitation.

“No, really. Ask.” he sad to assure me. Did I detect a faint smile on his lips?

“Okay,” I paused again. “What’s it like? Being a vampire?”

I saw that my question caught him off guard. It took him a while to find an answer.

“Well… I think it's fine. I would have died from the Plague if Aro hadn’t rescued me.”

“But don’t you miss being human? Eating, showering?” I pushed with more enthusiasm now after seeing how openly and honestly he’d answered.

He shook his head. “No, not really. I don’t remember the flavors of foods to miss them. I don’t need showers anymore. And the taste of blood is the best thing I know. Well, except for… you know.”

“I know.” I nodded and blushed, remembering the very vivid dreams of Bella and Edward’s honeymoon. 

I stared silently in to space again. I’d been staring a lot those days, actually. Was that the consequence of life-altering choices? Always staring at nothing?

“It’s going to be okay.” I heard Damen say.

I looked back at him and smiled, what I hoped to be, reassuringly. “Thanks.”

And he actually smiled back. Wow.

I lay down on the bed and tried to ready myself mentally. Damen held a syringe up.

“This is morphine. It should help a little with the pain.”

He rolled my sleeve up above my elbow and then stroke me with the syringe. I could feel the morphine spread through my blood. A slight numbness settled over me. He then took the other syringe. 

“Are you ready?” he asked me.

This was it. The last choice. The last chance to run. Well, not run, but defy the will of the Volturi until they'd catch me. For a tiny second doubt took over. Was I doing the right thing? 

Damen must have sensed my feelings since he sighed and put the syringe back.

"Don't worry. It's not so bad." he said.

I nodded slightly. "I know."

"Then what worries you?"

I fell silent for a moment.

"Can I just ask you one more question?" I asked him.

He nodded. I closed my eyes.

"Will I ever see my family again?" I whispered.

I opened my eyes and found his unnervingly red eyes staring straight in to mine.

"I don't know." he answered.

Well, at least he was honest.

I looked away and got a grip on myself. There was no use in dwelling on the past. Even if the past was only yesterday. My family's faces flashed through my mind. I could do it. For them.

"Go ahead."

He nodded and started unbuttoning my shirt which maid me blush, but luckily he was too focused on his job.

The syringe was cold against my skin. That and the coldness of the room made me shiver.

“Relax.” Damen said.

And so I did. Amazing, how you could go from dislike to trust for a person in just a few minutes.

I felt the needle tip of the syringe on my chest. And then he pushed. 

Pain seared through my chest as the needle went straight through to my heart. I may have screamed, I didn’t know; my vision was blackened by small spots and all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating. I could feel the fiery hot poison spread through my heart and blood as the beating increased.

My body was on fire. I wanted to die. I couldn’t think. The fire was everywhere.

I was changing.

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