"Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that." ― Martin Luther King Jr.
Looking back on it, I'd say that it was the letter I'd recieved that changed everything. No, scratch that. It was the letter that the coven had recieved, requesting our assistance on an urgent matter.
I'd just returned from hunting with Nathaniel and Sushard, the two males laughing and joking with me, saying how I'd been getting worse with hunting. I scoffed, giving the two of them the cold shoulder. Jokingly so, of course. They were my family, no matter how annoying they could get.
That damned letter changed it all.
The room was silent when we walked in, which alerted us that something was wrong the instant that we walked in. Ilsa's eyes scanned the paper in her hands rapidly, before she ripped it into pieces, throwing it into a nearby trashcan and stalking off.
"Hey!" I called out to her, successfully stopping her in her tracks. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife. I was the only one who ever challenged Ilsa. Not even her mate did it. "What was that about?"
"It's none of your concern." She responded coldly, before turning around once more to leave.
"It is my concern. In fact, it's everyone's concern." I replied, making her stop in her tracks once more. The beauty turned around to face me, looking as if she wanted to wring my neck. "This coven isn't just about what you want to do, you know. You may be the leader, but you're not the only person here."
"Fine." She spat, stalking over to me to stand nose to nose with me, challenging me. "The letter was from the Cullens. Irina believes that she saw an immortal child with them, and they wish for our help in defending them from the Volturi-"
"And you believe that they're lying?" I demanded.
She glared, her eyes narrowed. "It doesn't matter if they're lying, or if they don't even have a child with them in the first place and Irina is making this whole thing up. I'm not about to throw my life away for the sake of the Cullens, and no one else here will." She sneered. "But if you want to go ahead and do it, then none of us will stop you."
I heard Nathaniel's sharp intake of breath, but I ignored it. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly to give her a challenging gaze. "Fine. I'll go on my own."
"Then get a plane and get out of here. You won't live to come back, so you might as well take your belongings." She hissed.
"Fine by me." I snapped back, stalking off right on by her. Ilsa and I had always butted heads, ever since Boris found me and changed me. I'd been a circus act, but one day I'd fallen off of a tightrope after practicing and broken many bones in my body and had cut myself up pretty badly. I had been bleeding for hours before he found me, and so he changed me, assuming that I would get a gift. He was correct, I did get one.
But that's beside the point. At this moment, I was stuffing my belongings into a back, zipping it up, and tossing it over my shoulder. I stalked into the throne room, seeing Ilsa had left, as well as Boris. Nathaniel and Sushard still remained, looking sad.
"We booked you a flight." Nathaniel spoke up, trying to look calm and uncaring. "до скорой встречи."
"до скорой встречи." I repeated, walking by the pair and right on out of the place that I'd called home so long ago.
до скорой встречи. See you soon.
"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you." ― Elbert Hubbard