Fucks I give: 2
Chapters left: 3
This is it, guys! The Volturi have finally arrived. The battle must be near. Everything is just so exciting!
“The faint brushing sound of their feet was so regular it was like music, a complicated beat that never faltered. At some sign I did not see—or perhaps there was no sign, only millennia of practice—the configuration folded outward. The motion was too stiff, too square to resemble the opening of a flower, though the color suggested that; it was the opening of a fan, graceful but very angular. The gray-cloaked figures spread to the flanks while the darker forms surged precisely forward in the center, each movement closely controlled.”
The Volturi’s grand entrance is well choreographed and only a couple songs away from being a great Bollywood dance number. Behind the main guard streams in a horde of other vampires, an angry mob not even bothering to hide their emotions. It’s clear they’ve come to see the Cullens punished.
“And then, as if their numbers were not enough, while the Volturi slowly and majestically advanced, more vampires began entering the clearing behind them. The faces in this seemingly endless influx of vampires were the antithesis to the Volturi’s expressionless discipline—they wore a kaleidoscope of emotions. At first there was the shock and even some anxiety as they saw the unexpected force awaiting them. But that concern passed quickly; they were secure in their overwhelming numbers, secure in their position behind the unstoppable Volturi force. “
Oh my God. Who the hell thinks like this? (+1 Thesaurus Rape) Edward snarls and says that “Alastair was right.” The Volturi have indeed come to destroy AND acquire. In case Irina’s claims prove to be false, Aro and Caius have planned to find some other reason to start a glitter-filled battle. But, now that they can see Renesmee, they’re confident in their course of action. They suddenly freeze and hold their line on the opposite side of the clearing.
“The wolves had joined us. On either side of our uneven line, the wolves branched out in long, bordering arms. I only spared a fraction of a second to note that there were more than ten wolves, to recognize the wolves I knew and the ones I’d never seen before. There were sixteen of them spaced evenly around us—seventeen total, counting Jacob. It was clear from their heights and oversized paws that the newcomers all were very, very young.”
Bella is suddenly outraged that so many teenagers had to gain superpowers because of the Volturi. Forget the murder of innocent people, this is a big deal! (+1 Stupidity) But hey, the lives of supernatural beings > the lives of puny humans, blah blah. Suddenly, she’s seeing red and feeling positively giddy about the idea of getting to rip off some Volturi limbs and then dancing manically around their funeral pyres. (Weirdo.)
Marcus: My stomach hurts. Can someone call my mom and have her pick me up?
Aro: Shut up, Marcus. You just don’t want to play Spin the Bottle because you don’t know how to kiss.
Marcus: Nuh-uh! I kissed, like, ten girls last year at band camp. You don’t know because you weren’t there. And they all said I was good at kissing.
Edward: Um…are we going to fight?
Aro: We’re waiting for you to get sleepy. The minute you fall asleep we’re going to write “poop” on your forehead in permanent marker. That’ll teach you to mess with us.
Edward: But I don’t sleep.
Aro: Hmm…well, we’re going to make you take off your shirt and then we’re going to circle all your chubby areas with a permanent marker! That will ruin your self-esteem.
Edward: I have no chubby areas.
Aro: We’re going to egg your house.
Aro: Hey, Rosalie, I dare you to kiss Marcus on the lips. If you refuse, we get to dip your hair in toilet water.
Marcus: Seriously guys. My stomach hurts. I better go.
“Aro, my old friend. It’s been centuries.” The white clearing was dead silent for a long moment. I could feel the tension rolling off Edward as he listened to Aro’s assessment of Carlisle’s words. The strain mounted as the seconds ticked by. And then Aro stepped forward out of the center of the Volturi formation. The shield, Renata, moved with him as if the tips of her fingers were sewn to his robe. For the first time, the Volturi ranks reacted. A muttered grumble rolled through the line, eyebrows lowered into scowls, lips curled back from teeth. A few of the guard leaned forward into a crouch. Aro held one hand up toward them. “Peace.”
“No one has broken the law, Aro. Let me explain.” Again, Carlisle offered his hand. Before Aro could answer, Caius drifted swiftly forward to Aro’s side. “So many pointless rules, so many unnecessary laws you create for yourself, Carlisle,” the white-haired ancient hissed. “How is it possible that you defend the breaking of one that truly matters?” “The law is not broken. If you would listen—” “We see the child, Carlisle,” Caius snarled. “Do not treat us as fools.”
“The red haze I saw around the Volturi army flamed brighter than before. I could not bear to watch Edward cross the empty white space alone—but I also could not endure to have Renesmee one step closer to our adversaries. The opposing needs tore at me; I was frozen so tightly it felt like my bones might shatter from the pressure of it.”
“The shield blew out from me in a bubble of sheer energy, a mushroom cloud of liquid steel. It pulsed like a living thing—I could feel it, from the apex to the edges. There was no recoil to the elastic fabric now; in that instant of raw force, I saw that the backlash I’d felt before was of my own making—I had been clinging to that invisible part of me in self-defense, subconsciously unwilling to let it go. Now I set it free, and my shield exploded a good fifty yards out from me effortlessly, taking only a fraction of my concentration. I could feel it flex like just another muscle, obedient to my will. I pushed it, shaped it to a long, pointed oval. Everything underneath the flexible iron shield was suddenly a part of me—I could feel the life force of everything it covered like points of bright heat, dazzling sparks of light surrounding me.”
“You see?” Edward asked, his velvet voice calm. “Yes, I see, indeed,” Aro agreed, and amazingly, he sounded almost amused. “I doubt whether any two among gods or mortals have ever seen quite so clearly.” The disciplined faces of the guard showed the same disbelief I felt. “You have given me much to ponder, young friend,” Aro continued. “Much more than I expected.” Still he did not release Edward’s hand, and Edward’s tense stance was that of one who listens. Edward didn’t answer. “May I meet her?” Aro asked—almost pleaded—with sudden eager interest. “I never dreamed of the existence of such a thing in all my centuries. What an addition to our histories!”
“So much to discuss,” Aro said, his tone suddenly that of an inundated businessman. “So much to decide. If you and your furry protector will excuse me, my dear Cullens, I must confer with my brothers.”
Thesaurus Rape: +4
Thesaurus Rape: +42
Cream Count: +17
Eye Rape: +1
Red Flag: Edward: +16 Jacob: +8