Volturi's Precious Guard

After Edward left in New Moon, Bella decided to allow the Volturi to kill her, but they could tell she was special. Now she's living the life she wanted, changed, without her reason to live it.

Chapter One: Bella's Past Time.

I stood in front of Aro's grand throne as he read one of many glowing reviews of Elisa Claire Rodmilla DeGhent aloud, his voice washing over me in a way that made me feel violated by simply being in his presence. It demanded respect. Respect I refused to give him. No one controlled me.

"This extraordinary beautiful, multi-millionaire twenty-year old author enjoys moonlight walks in the forest and hunting with her brothers. She writes off of childhood memories and as a teen, always wanted to be a vampire." Aro tsked, shaking his head lightly. I figured if he shook it much harder, his head would crumble to dust.

"Do you find this funny, Isabella?" He asked when I smirked, not only at my own joke, but the irony of true words. How many men read those lovely words and thought I was the perfect girl? If only they knew what I did on those forest walks, how I hunted.

"Immensely." I chuckled. Aro threw the paper to the side in a rare display of anger. Standing abruptly, I knew I should fear him, but I was only numb. Aro glared at me, and I stared blankly back.

"I want this, this alias you've created dead. Now." He growled.

"Aw," I whined, a dry, cynical cry, "but I was having so much fun as her!" I pouted playfully, pushing Aro as far as I could.

His glare was feverish, his voice stone. "You've attracted the attention of every major media channel with your books about vampires, let a photographer shoot you, and practically shouted that you are a creature of the night to the tabloids! Do you want to die, Isabella?!" He asked infuriated, frail arms flung in the air. He slumped in his chair.

"That has been my intention since I first walked into Volterra." I stated coldly, my voice completely serious now. My mind briefly flicking back to my human self walking, chin held high, into the vampire's den. I wished I hadn't. There were easier ways I could have killed myself. What posed me to use this method of death? You wanted to be utterly destroyed. No chance of life. You wanted to die by their hand. Sometimes I believe that I pushed the Volturi not only as a distraction to keep my mind from him, but so one day, they would finally give in. I looked forward to that day. I strived for that day. I chuckled. "And it's the only reason I come back. You didn't believe it was because I enjoyed your good company, did you, Aro?"

When Aro's feeble head snapped up, I knew I had pushed it too far. Testing the Volturi was one thing. Insulting the Volturi was another thing entirely. The phrase, 'if looks could kill,' suddenly popped into my thoughts. With a rapid flick of his hand, three guards were at my sides, two of them with hands on each of my shoulders.

"If you value that hand, I suggest you remove it." I snarled at Demetri, who only smirked in response. Before I could fulfill my promised words, Aro spoke, cutting me off mid turn.

"Stop being difficult, Isabella. God help you, if you weren't so powerful, I would have killed you the first time you pretended to be a model!" He huffed, running a delicate hand through thin thin black hair. Was it just me, or was his hand trembling?

"Take her down to the dark room. Then arrange for Miss DeGhent's death." With that, he turned and existed.

Alec reached to put a guiding hand on my shoulder.

"Touch me and that hand will never touch anything again." I growled deeply, distracted, as I walked toward the dark room. Not only were they killing my fun, literally, but who knew how long Aro would decide to keep me in the dark room this time. I'm not sure if it was the fifth or sixth time that my fun had gotten a little out of hand when Aro had found the proper punishment for me. How he had realized that I detested being alone, in the dark, with nothing to do, I will never know, but obviously I had underestimated his intelligence. The door to the dark room shut behind me, leaving me to nothing more then my thoughts, which, I knew from experience, could only be distracted for an hour or so, before returning to him.

A fitting punishment.

EPOV

"You know, she was such a happy child. So sad."

"Has anyone heard from him? No, I'm not surprised he didn't even come to her funeral."

"She had such a rough year. Does anyone know if it was an accident, or was it…"

"I think it was suicide. She'd been a zombie ever since he left. "

Even as we stood on the street corner, three centuries later, waiting for the lights to change, those last moments of Bella's funeral played sickeningly through my head. It was all I could think about anymore.

I gave a whole new meaning to the term "empty shell".

Why, why did she have to die? She promised! Why did she die believing she was alone? Believing that I didn't love her? I had uttered the blackest kind of blasphemy when I told her I didn't love her. Now she was dead, drove her truck straight off the rainy highway. I'll never know for sure if she did it purposely, or if, in my absence, fate took its chance. Either way, it's my fault. Maybe on this trip to the Volturi, I could ask Aro to end it. I started to plan out different ways to ask him, ways that my family wouldn't know-

Alice yanked sternly on the sleeve of my shirt. "Don't you dare, Edward." She hissed. The ever present pain in her eyes. None of us had been the same since Bella had died. Alice never dance or sung, Jasper never smiled, Emmett never laughed, Carlisle was always sully, and Emse acted as if she had lost a child. Even Rosalie was depressed. Maybe if I left, they would be able to carry on a little better…

Another yank on my sleeve.

The entire family was out for an early to visit Aro. A ploy, I knew, to attempt to keep me distracted from dwelling on the past. Being surrounded by perfect couples was hardly an effective remedy, but I barely noticed. I barely noticed anything anymore. I walked with them when they wanted, hunted when I needed. I spoke when spoken to, but otherwise, I was as dead as Bella.

We were standing at the square, waiting for our escorts who would take us to see Aro. We stood back from the humans that were starting to clutter the side walks. It was the end of the weekend and people were rushing to get home.

The surrounding walls were dull grey with high bricking and roofs, effectively blocking any rays of sunshine. The air was cool without the sun to warm it, and heavy clouds hung in the sky. Humans were burrowing into their coats and jackets, stuffing their hands into their pockets. The cool breeze carried with it the stench of the millions of humans crammed into this city. For there was no human scent that appealed to me anymore…or perhaps I was too numb to notice.

I took a step back, edging to the back of the group, trying to get some air as more black-clad humans squeezed their way onto the side walk, wanting to escape the drilling rain until thier cars pulled around. I constantly felt suffocated these days—a peculiar sensation since I didn't need the air and I hadn't for more than four centuries now. Just yet another mark of how human my love had made me.

I turned my face to the breeze, inhaling. Humans, exhaust gases, and…freesia.

Was my mind playing games? Had I finally snapped? Had my brothers finally been kind enough to put me out of my misery? I glanced back at them. No, of course not. Jasper stood with his arms tight around Alice, restraining himself. Emmett had his arm around Rosalie's shoulders. Carlisle stood hand-in-hand with Esme beside me.

I turned full on into the breeze, taking in another lungful of the mouthwatering scent. I closed my eyes. How could life be so cruel? It was so similar yet so ghostly…

I took a step forward. The smell seemed to linger in the air, though its host was long gone.

"Edward." Alice was pulling on my arm. "Edward, they're here."

I looked back at her, behind her stood two cloaked guards. Yes, my mind was just being cruel, punishing me for leaving her behind. Reminding me that she is long gone, while her effect is everlasting.

I took another breath.

A fitting punishment.

B POV

How long had I been down here? Two, three months? I was starting to worry, even with my natural aversion to blood, I would have trouble making it out of the cities and into a forest. Or even a zoo.

And my thoughts.

My thoughts were bouncing in my head, putting me in crumpling pain. How I missed him! I'd give anything to have one more minute with him. One last kiss. I wanted to curl up in a ball, the aching in my heart was so intense. I wanted to cry.

I collapsed onto the floor, gripping my sides, and I was catapulted back into the last months of my human life. It hurt so bad to breathe, so I didn't. Dry sobs tore out of my throat, shaking my entire being…

I don't know how long I layed there for, but eventually the pain subsided. I eased myself onto my back, almost afraid that a wrong movement would bring all the pain rushing back.

Why did I still cry over him? Why? Even though I couldn't have him and even though I refused to think of him, for fear of soul-crippling pain, I had done what I could to help me make sure I wouldn't forget him. Why didn't I just let him go? Like he let me go? I must revolt him. I squeezed my eyes shut, the thought bringing back a sharp stab of pain. I wouldn't be able to take the rejection if I ever saw him again. I knew he was out there, somewhere, wandering the Earth for the rest of entirety, miles and miles away from this damned place.

His face was etched in my mind. It made my breath quicken.

But it also made me angry. I frowned, processing this new revelation. He had told me he didn't love me, that he didn't want me. The very same words that had left me alone, that had taken the very reason I had ever wanted this life so that when I finally got it, there was no reason to it all.

Had Alice seen this? I thought suddenly. Has she told him? Or has my power blocked her? He should have known this would've happened, whether he stayed or not. And if he had stayed…

The resentment boiled up strong inside of me. If he had stayed, things would've been so different, I knew…

But why would he have stayed? He hadn't wanted me then—not as a girlfriend at least. The way he had looked at me earlier—that doesn't mean that he wanted to stay back then. What had I been but a mere human with an appetizing smell? There had been nothing substantial about me that could hold him.

I groaned. The more I thought about it, the sicker I got. One thing was for sure. I knew I still loved him. That was a certainty that would never change no matter how long I lived for. It was just the rest that had… I wanted so bad to see him again, to talk to him, to—

No. I wouldn't let myself think it. It won't happen so why should I tear myself up even more? No. I know that I'll cave, and soon, if I keep thinking about this. I'll cave, and I'll go searching for him.

"ARO!" A deep growl ripped through my throat. "ARO!"

Even at my most outrageous, most attention grabbing blatant attempts at death, even at Aro's cruelest, he had only ever kept me in here for a month. I was starting to wonder if he had forgotten about me.

"ARO! HELDI! DEMETRI! ALEC! HELL, I'LL EVEN TALK TO JANE! JUST SOMEBODY ANSWER!" I screamed.

E POV

I listened with half an ear as Carlisle chattered politely with Aro in his grand parlor. He had just offered to allow us to stay in Volterra until we decided on a new home, when Demetri ducted into the room.

"Yes, Demetri?" Aro asked, politely excusing himself.

"Sir, we have a bit of a problem with, um-" He took a side ways glance at us. I could have sworn I saw fear in his normally arrogant eyes. "with Miss Rodmilla DeGhent."

"Ah, I had forgotten about her," Aro muttered, rubbing a hand to his forehead as if he had a headache. "Let her out, I suppose. Pity, I was starting to get use to the peace and quiet again. Do make sure she gets out of Volturi safely, she must be hungry."

With a nodded, Demetri existed. Aro sighed once again.

"I'm sorry about the interruption." He apologized.

"Not at all," Carlisle shook his head. "This Miss Rodmilla DeGhent, she wouldn't be the author, would she?" he asked. Aro nodded, frowning his forehead. "I had always thought that she was strangely inhuman. I suppose this explains everything."

"Yes, Miss DeGhent is rather… problematic. Every unnaturally beautiful model, actress, or her more recent fixation with authors since the early twenty-first century has been her. As I said, she is problematic."

"Why, might I ask, has she been released then?" Carlisle inclined politely. Aro laughed bitterly, his voice creaking slightly.

"At first she was an… interest to me. A fascination, if you will. She enjoys causing trouble, and has slightly suicidal tendencies. However, her power far out weighs her behavior."

"What is her power?" Esme asked in her motherly tone. For a moment I did not think Aro would respond. He seemed rather distracted. Then, suddenly, he smirked, and looked over at me.

"We call it Glamour. She can alter how she appears to you. Her scent, her voice, her appearance. It's quite remarkable. She even makes it so you don't see or hear her at all. One moment she's there, and the next…She's gone. She could be talking to me, but you wouldn't hear her. Also-" With a sly glance in my direction I could tell he was about to start playing his games. "- She can block out other powers of the mind, much like your Bella could, Edward." I involuntarily flinch at her name, and more so at his use of your. She wasn't my anything. I didn't deserve her. I fleetingly wondered when he had learned of Bella and her powers. I reminded myself that Aro could read thoughts, cursing that I was so idiotic to forget.

"I never got to give my condolence about your pet's death." Aro continued, "It is my understanding that her heart stopped long ag-"

Out of nowhere, a small redish-brown object hit Aro hard in the head, and crumbled to dust on the floor in a moment. Rosalie stifled a laugh. Running from the room, I caught a glimpse of long red-mahogany hair. Aro rubbed his head, though I knew it hadn't hurt. I was more shocked then anything. Someone had thrown a brick at Aro's head!

"I see that Demetri let the lovely Miss DeGhent out. Seems that she has found a new pass time." He muttered, looking at us, he added, "She has a…twisted sense of humor." And rubbed his head again. "I could summon her, if you'd like to meet her?"

So, how did you like it? Did it all make sense? Any questions? Would you like me to put Bella throwing the brick in her POV, because right now, I'm not planning to. Also, I need a beta. REVIEW! REVIEWS GET YOU CHAPTERS! EVEN IF YOU TELL ME YOU HATE IT!