❝...❞, Jacob Black

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𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦.

𝘔𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘛𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,

𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘝𝘰𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪

 The girl hummed, placing her letter inside one of the tan envelopes her Mama had gotten her that spring. Sealing it up, she wondered what a potential response could be.

Wax still dripping wet, she hissed as she saw the door opening. Knocking was irrelevant, but a text could do the job just fine.

"You're going to be late for feeding time, sweetie." Andromeda was surprised when it was her Mama's delicate, tantalizingly beautiful face. Athenodora Volturi had always been a beauty, but that was not what drew moths to her flame. Her mate described her voice to be like honey melodies to ears. Andromeda found it unfortunate that she could not hear it's musicality, that siren's song literally falling on deaf ears.

"I'll be out in a moment," her Mama smiled before shutting the door. It was not often that Athenodora Volturi came out of the East Towers, but today was feeding day, and one to be remembered, for her daughter would not be joining her for almost three months after the feast.

Light poured through the windows as Andromeda walked down the winding corridor. Too often as a human she remained lost inside the halls of the Italian castle, human memory failing her. Andromeda was a fickle with both time and direction, not having sense over either.

Making her way down, she smelt the fresh scent of human blood. Ambrosia to her Immortal nose, the metallic liquid controlled her in ways she would not like to admit. Andromeda's newborn stage has lasted far longer than the average, eyes remaining carmine over two years after her turning.

Turned with the gift of flight, Andromeda supposed she would rather see enemies and fly away than hear and run. Everything is a give and take.

"Jane won't stop bitching about Santiago's new hairdo," Afton informed the youthful vampire princess, "And expect new sunlight regulations."

Modern problems required futuristic solutions. Although a perceivably minute problem, the guard had to learn ASL and ISL almost overnight for their dear Andromeda. Her papa, their most angry king at times, demanded it of them. Not a major issue, but now it was used all throughout the castle. Some guards even preferred the language to talking, with many Volturi members being quite shy and reserved themselves. ASL was the perfect escape from vocality.

Washing away the smell of blood from her senses, Andromeda made her way into the throne room, ready for what was to come. A short wait for a feast, something the starry-eyed girl has become used to.

Her feet teetered left and right, not knowing what more to do with herself. Not being able to hear had its downsides as a vampire, like life through pure vibrational motion and physicality. A single touch, edged to pure perfection.

Even without linguistic talents, Andromeda is happy as ever. With sunlight whispering against her back, she steers her eyes away from the glisten that came with vampiric immortality. A glittering gold, Andromeda's newly pale skin gleamed with magical undertones that only a fellow immortal could notice.

Andromeda watched as covenmates flooded into the room in droves, happily chatting away while waiting for their weekly meal.

It was not the young girl's first kill, the woman standing in front of her, and it most certainly would not be her last. Andromeda had been raised by vampires who fed on liquid lifeforce. Who was she to judge, or be judged, for the basic primal instinct that surged through her venom-filled veins and out her toughened teeth. She would not live any other way, for the euphoria of the feed was well worth it.

There was a beauty to her stained lips as she fed, that wicked grin of hers never faltering. Gained from her father, the coven assumed, as Caius Volturi's maniacal smile was memorable even by human standards.

Through everything, Andromeda kept her cool, sinking her pearly whites into this older woman's neck and viciously tearing out her throat. A trained hunter, with instinct only taking over when the time is right.

Andromeda's killer smile faltered once she realized that her papa was right in front of her. She did not wish to leave her papa, but her curiosity in relation to her former human biological bonds was too strong to ignore.

"You'll be off soon," her papa's signing was still perfect even after all these years, elegant and unwavering in grace, "I'm going to miss you, my sweet baby."

"I'll miss you too, papa," Andromeda said, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. 'At least I have dear Windy to keep me company."

"Yes, yes, Windy will be accompanying you for this. Why do you refuse to allow Jane and Alec to join? They are most willing and the twins have always been your playmates." Andromeda pondered the question, fixing up a good answer.

"Playmates who are very intimidating. Father thought I was a rich mob girl at first before I explained the intricacies of the Italian elite." Andromeda's papa did not seem very impressed with her answer, but decided on staying quiet. "I'll be back by St. Marcus Day, don't worry."

"I'm not worrying," he lied, wiping some blood from his baby's face, "Life will be uneventful here in Volterra, my sweet star, I assure you."

Andromeda smiled at the nickname, looking outside the window. Things would be different now that she was leaving for Forks, Washington. A small little town in the middle of a foreign country. What could possibly happen in such a tiny place?

What could Andromeda Volturi get her sparkly hands on?

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