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.


6. Chapter 5


The room wasn’t empty. Half a dozen people were having a relaxed conversation, though they all stopped talking and turned to look at us as we walked in. With a hungry look in their eyes. Their red eyes.

And then it hit me. A flood of images flow over me. Memories, thoughts, conversations, feelings. And not one of them belonged to me. That’s how I knew. The dreams. The dreams I’d been having those last couple of weeks were real. They weren’t just figments of my imagination.

My head spun and I swayed dizzily. My eyes closed. When I opened them I was on the floor with my classmates’ worried faces looking down at me. Well, some of my classmates at least.

“Are you okay?” Anna asked worriedly.

I nodded as I tried to get up. “Yes, I’m fine. Pull me up, would you?”

“Of course.” She took my hand and pulled me up. I was still a little dizzy, but at least I didn’t faint again. Then a man stepped forward. A man I knew immediately.

His hair was black. The same colour as the cloak he wore. His face was white. As white as onionskin. A strong desire to touch his face grew as I looked at him. A desire to see if his skin was as delicate as it looked. But his eyes were the ones that stopped me. It was the eyes. From the dreams. Milky red.


“Aro.” I breathed, suddenly exasperated.

He was surprised. A small flicker of fright crossed his eyes, but it was gone again in an instant.

“You know who I am?” he asked. I nodded. He looked at me. Confused. 

“Felix.” He called, his eyes still looking straight into mine. A tall, broad-shouldered man appeared at Aro’s side in a blink. “Go fetch my brothers.” Aro told him. 

Felix went away, faster than humanly possible. That I also expected.

Aro stepped closer to me with such an unreal grace that maid my mouth fall open. I closed it again quickly.

He looked closer at me. Like he was trying to see through me. 

“Aro.” A voice said behind Aro.

Two men had appeared out of nowhere, sitting on two of the thrones. One with the same black hair as Aro, the other with hair white as snow. They both had the same onion-like skin as Aro. And their eyes were also milky red.

I knew them too.

“Caius. Marcus.” I blurted out without thinking.

Both set of red eyes focused on me. Caius’ stare was intense, sharp. Marcus just looked utterly bored. 

“Aro, what is this?” The man with white hair, Caius, asked outraged.

“Peace, brother. I do not yet know the story myself.” Aro answered calmly with his eyes still on me.

“What is your name?” he asked.

I gulped. My voice was barely more than a whisper yet I knew they would hear. “Rose.”

“Rose.” Aro repeated with a voice that was just a soft ringing.

“Do the others know?” he asked me with a quick look at my classmates.

“No.” I whispered.

“So there is no need for them.” he said wistfully.

I knew what he meant. But I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, believe it. “What do you mean?”

“Come now. If you know my brothers and I then surely you must know what we are.” he said incredulously.

There was a slight pause with complete silence. I tried to look away from his hypnotizing eyes, but failed.

“I know.” I said at last.

Aro nodded. “What are we then?”

I had a big lump of fear stuck in my throat. My knees were starting to shake and my head was aching. But I had to say it. I was led by a strange urge to say the word, the one word that would change my whole life.


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