Salvation - Chapter 1

'The first part of this chapter is based of a part of Stephenie Meyer's book New Moon. They are very similar because I went off of what happened in the book. Later on, it changes and becomes my own work. This is a Bella and Caius pairing. Not exactly the most... normal fanfiction you'll find, but it's still similar. I do not own Twilight in any way, and I am not claiming the quotes from the book to be my own in any way. This is purely fan-made.

The story will be rated M for sexual content and swearing in future chapters. Just a warning.

1. Introductions

We passed the human secretary Jane called Gianna, and continued through two large wooden doors. There before us, stood a small boy, about Jane's height in a pearl gray suit. He looked like a male version of Jane, and then I realized that they were twins. However, his hair was much darker than his sister's, and his lips were not as full, but he was still as beautiful as all vampires were. When he saw us approach, he immediately reached for the little blond girl, a wide smile spreading across his face. "Jane," he nearly purred.

"Alec," she responded, embracing him. They kissed each other's cheeks on both sides like they do in France, and then looked at us.

Alec looked us over and seemed to be impressed. "Well done, sister," he praised. "They send you out for one and you come back with two… and a half." His gazed was fixed on me when he finished that sentence. "Good work."

Jane laughed lightly, but there was an almost evil, twisted glint in her eye.

"Welcome back, Edward," Alec addressed the man I stood next to. Like his sister, there was a sick look in his eye; almost a teasing one. "You seem in a better mood."

"Marginally," Edward answered. His voice was flat and dull. I couldn't help but glance up at his hard face and wonder how his mood could have been darker. It had been nearly seven months since he had left me, and I had been a wreck ever since. My best friend, and werewolf, Jacob Black helped me through this… separation. He stitched up the wounds that Edward had inflicted, but now, Edward was back. What would happen now? Would Jacob hate me for going back to Edward? I didn't even know why I was thinking of a future that might not even happen—I had no idea if we would even leave Volterra alive. For all I knew, the Volturi could be like some vampire mafia and send me back to my family piece by piece in the mail.

Alec chuckled and examined me as I clung to my former boyfriend's arm. "And this is the cause of all the trouble?" he snickered. I knew that I looked absolutely hideous in comparison to all the beautiful vampires around me, but there wasn't really much I could do about that.

Edward just smiled, but it was weak. A strange look flashed in his eyes that I couldn't recognize. Remorse? Humor? Suddenly, he froze. His entire body went rigid and he turned to Felix, his eyes blazing in anger.

"Dibs," Felix said casually.

Edward snarled and took a step toward him. His lips curled back in a snarl as if he were a lion growling at a rival. Felix just smiled at him and motioned for him to come toward him, goading him on.

Alice grabbed her brother's arm, her face full of fear. "Patience," she more pleaded than stated.

The two looked at each other for a long moment. I wished that I had Edward's power just so I could hear what she was telling him. Whatever it was, it worked. Edward turned away and sighed in resignation. He snatched my hand roughly and pulled me to him.

"Aro will be pleased to see you again," Alec remarked as if nothing had happened.

"Yes. Let's not keep him waiting," Jane suggested. She exchanged a knowing glance with her brother before walking down another wide, ornate hallway. The two twins led the way, holding hands as they did so. At the end of the hall were too large door seemingly covered in gold, but the twins ignored them and stopped halfway down the hall. Alec slid a piece of paneling out of the way to expose a plain old wooden door. Alec then held that open for Jane as she stepped in.

I nearly groaned as Edward pulled me through the threshold. There were large stones surrounding us just as there had been in the square, the alley, and the sewers. Again it was dark and cold, but this stone antechamber wasn't large. It soon opened into a brighter, cavernous room. The room was perfectly round. From the air, it probably would have looked like a perfect circle. About two stories up, windows followed the circular pattern, allowing sunlight to slant through. There were no artificial lights, and no other furniture besides three massive throne chairs that sat on the opposite side of the room.

Most of the vampires around us wore casual clothes, but the three men that occupied the throne chairs wore long, black robes. The one on the far left seemed unimpressed by the whole situation. He had long brown hair that when just below his shoulder and an almost rectangular face. He gazed at Edward and me with a blasé expression, and then glanced away. The man in the middle was more attractive with shoulder-length raven hair that framed his face. He rose from his chair and immediately began to approach us. At this, some of the vampires surrounding us rushed to his side as if they were bodyguards. And finally, on the far right was probably the most gorgeous man I had ever seen.

He had very light blond, almost white hair that just barely touched his shoulders. His face was youthful, but was twisted with a look of hatred. He practically glared at us as he watched. The way his eyes ran over us almost hurt my feelings. If looks could kill, we all would be dead. Like all of the vampires in the room apart from Alice and Edward, he had blood-red eyes. Like the other two leaders, his skin was very pale, almost translucent. I wondered if it would be rough and chalky, or smooth like Edward's.

"Well, well!" the black-haired man exclaimed as he got closer. "Bella is alive after all. Isn't that wonderful?" He grasped Edward's hand, nearly prying it from my own. I desperately wanted to glare at him for taking Edward's hand away, but I knew better.

"Aro can read every thought I've ever had with one touch," Edward explained, glancing at me from the corner of his eye. "And now you know everything. So get on with it."

Aro looked at Edward for a brief moment before looking at me. "I think that you would make for a very… intriguing immortal, Isabella," he purred, stepping closer to me. "I wonder what gifts you will have…"

Edward growled as Aro stepped closer, but made no move. "So… what do we do with you now?" he asked, mostly to himself.

"You already know what you are going to do, Aro," the brown-haired man on the left muttered. His voice sounded hoarse as if he hadn't been used in many years. The man looked at the blond who sat across from him. "Don't you think, Caius?"

Caius. From that moment forward, his name was burned into my brain. Caius stared at me for the longest moment, our eyes locked. His red eyes bore into mine, searching for something. They no longer held that hateful expression—his face was still stern, but it was… softer… gentler. "She… She knows too much. She is a liability," he finally murmured. His voice sounded strained as if it were paining him to say those words.

"Mmm," Aro agreed. "Felix."

I spun around as the large, muscular vampire stalked toward me. Edward immediately moved to protect me, but a voice from the other side of the room stopped them. "Stop!"

Everyone turned to face the brown-haired man. He stood suddenly and darted to Aro's side. Without warning, he grasped the other leader's hand and they stared at each other for a moment. Aro sighed and pulled his hand away, looking at me curiously. "It appears that Bella will be… staying here with us."

"NO!" Edward snarled and lunged, not at Marcus or Aro, but at Caius who sat motionless on his throne. Felix and Demetri rushed forward and restrained him, pulling him backward. "NO! YOU—" he proceeded to swear at Caius in another language, most likely Italian.

"Alice, Edward," Aro said, addressing them calmly as if nothing had happened. "You are dismissed. Bella will be staying here with us."

"What?" Alice gasped. She looked at me, her eyes wide with worry. Suddenly, they clouded over as she had a vision. Her eyes moved around the room, but they weren't seeing. She finally looked up at me, her eyes wide with worry. "Oh no…" she breathed.

Another vampire grabbed Alice by her upper arm and pulled her out of the hall while Felix and Demetri drug Edward behind them. "I will find you Bella! I'll get you back!" Edward vowed, staring at me with terrified topaz eyes. "I love you!"

As Edward disappeared down the hallway with Alice and the accompanying Volturi members, the reality of my situation began to set in. I was alone in a room full of vampires, and these vampires were not like the Cullens. These vampires killed humans. They drank human blood. They could kill me at any moment. Everything that Edward had told me about the Volturi declared that I should be dead. At that moment, I wanted to be dead. But yet, I wasn't. I wasn't dead. I was alive in a room with all the members of the Volturi.

"Isabella," Aro's voice came from behind me.

I turned to face him slowly. His face was full of concern and something else… fear? Something was making horrible sounds. It sounded like someone was dying and sobbing at the same time. It was then I realized that it was me. I was making those horrible noises. Now I understood Aro's worry. "I… I'm sorry…" I whimpered, collapsing to my knees. I didn't know why I was crying—maybe it was because Edward was gone; I had lost him again. Or maybe it was because I was just plain terrified.

"Jane, dear," Aro said, kneeling down beside me.

The small, blond girl came over to us, smiling crookedly. "Yes, master?" she inquired. Her voice was more high-pitched than it was the last time I had heard it. She seemed almost proud that Aro had called her over to him. As she gazed down at me, amusement was written all across her face.

"Take Isabella up to the guest quarters," Aro instructed. He helped me to my feet and then handed me over to Jane.

The girl sniffed at me with a disgusted face before leading me toward the three large throne chairs. I followed her, almost having to jog to keep up with her. When we reached the chairs, we walked up a few steps and weaved in between Aro's and Caius's chairs. As we passed the blond vampire, his blood red eyes were on me; watching my every move. We left the throne room, and I could still feel Caius's eyes burning into my back.

Jane took me up to a secluded part of the castle where I apparently had the whole wing to myself. She told me that one of the masters would be along later to check up on me. Secretly, I hoped that it would be Caius. I didn't quite understand my attraction to him—it was so strange and completely unprovoked. What could draw me to him?

I wondered this as I sat on the large, ornate bed in my room. For a castle that had been inhabited by vampires for who knows how long, they understood what a human could need. There was a bathroom connected to the room along with a dresser with more than enough clothes. There were even toilet articles and other bathroom items in the draws by the sink in the bathroom. I was impressed, and wondered briefly if they had been expecting me. A large, impressive bookshelf made up one wall of the room, and held many of my favorite books. All of the classics were there and even some newer, modern books.

It was around seven o'clock in the evening when a knock sounded on my door. Jet lag had been catching up to me, and I was snuggled into bed reading Wuthering Heights for the hundredth time. "C-come in," I called, unable to keep the fear out of my voice. Internally, I scolded myself; if these vampires wanted to kill me, they would have done so already. Still, the thought of dying and leaving Charlie, Jacob and the Cullens nearly brought me to tears. Just thinking of Alice, Edward, Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, and even Rosalie was nearly too much. I missed them all so dearly…

The door opened slowly with a loud, eerie creak. To my surprise, Caius stood in my doorway, smiling crookedly. "I had a feeling you would like my room," he murmured almost thoughtfully.

I pulled the blankets further up, in a feeble attempt to cover myself. I was only in some boy shorts that I had found in the dresser and my white tank top that didn't exactly cover me very well. "This… this is your room?" I inquired softly. My voice sounded weak and pathetic. It sounded… human. "I didn't know. I thought that Jane was just bringing me to the guest wing."

Caius shrugged and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. My heartbeat sped up dramatically. He looked at me and arched one questioning eyebrow before shrugging it off. I couldn't believe that I was actually alone with this beautiful creature. I mean, sure, I had been alone in my room with Edward many times, but being with Caius was different. I don't know how to describe it. It felt like something was… right, but at the same time wrong. There was a soothing, almost affectionate air about him, but at the same time, it was dark and mysterious. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Well, each of the leaders have their own wings. Aro has his own, Marcus has his, and I have mine, which you're currently in," he replied politely, that devilish smirk still painted across his face.

I looked down, feeling foolish. "I… I'm sorry. Would you like me to leave?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Caius shook his head. "No. I don't mind," he answered quickly. He took a few steps toward the bed before motioning, his face questioning. It took me a few moments to realize that he was asking for permission to sit. I nodded warily, prepared to jump up at any moment. He smiled warmly and sat on the edge, facing me.

"So… what do you need?" I asked after a few moments. I loved having him in my room, and I really didn't want him to leave, but I felt like I had to say something.

He shrugged. "I just wanted to check on you—make sure you were okay. Aro told me what Edward put you through," he murmured. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Isabella."

If it had been anyone else, I would have corrected them, but I loved the way he said my full name. It sounded so elegant when he said it with his deep, husky voice. Close up, he was even more beautiful. His pale skin shone almost golden under the lights of the oil lamps on either side of the room. His hair was still a darker shade than his skin, but it looked clean, and soft like Carlisle's did, but longer and darker like Rosalie's. His face looked more like Emmett's than Edward's, especially when he wore that playful smirk, but his eyes were soft and gentle like Esme's, but at the same time troubled like Jasper's. He reminded me of my family, but at the same time was completely different. I didn't know how to explain it.

"Thank you," I whispered, forcing myself to look at his perfect face. "But it's… it's over now."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed. He will never hurt you again, Isabella. I promise."

For a moment, we locked eyes like we had in the throne room. His red eyes stared into my own, with that same, searching look. His eyes seemed almost desperate to find something—what I don't know, but something. I couldn't even imagine what I looked like. "Thank you, Caius."

His lips curled upward back into that smirk I had already fallen in love with. "You're quite welcome, Isabella."

I smiled back at him but looked down. "Actually, it's Bella, but you can call me Isabella, if you want. I don't mind. You say it good… I mean…" I trailed off, unable to keep myself from blushing bright red in embarrassment.

He laughed. "So… what city are you from? Are the Cullens still in Forks?" he asked conversationally.

I nodded, still red as a tomato. "Yes… I was born there, but my parents got divorced and I moved to Phoenix with mom. I moved back last year because my mom got remarried to a baseball player, and they were really happy, and he's a great guy, don't get me wrong, but they had to move a lot. I had to go to school and he had to travel. My mom stayed back with me a few times, but it made her unhappy to be away from him, so I went to live at my dad's. I went to Forks High School and met the Cullens."

"Do you like to read?" he inquired, his gazed flicking toward the book in my lap.

I smiled weakly and nodded. "Yeah."

He smiled. "I do too. What's your favorite book?"

I giggled a little, earning a strange look from him. "What? Is this an interrogation?" I asked, smiling widely at him.

He smiled back at me. "Call it an introduction. Now, answer the question."

"Wuthering Heights," I finally said. "But why are you even interested?"

Caius shrugged. "I don't know—just curious I suppose. I want to know as much as I can about you."


Once again, he shrugged.

"Well, can I ask some questions now?" I inquired, giving him a hard stare. "I want to know about you too."

He smirked. "You aren't ready to know me."

"Oh? And why not?" I asked, gazing at him intently.

His smirk just got wider as he stood up. "Because you aren't." And with that, he walked slowly toward the door, glancing over his shoulder once or twice. "Enjoy the rest of your evening, Isabella," he murmured before closing the door behind him.

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