"We have to stay here," said the vampire she was clinging to. "They are coming to the north end of the clearing now."
They? I glanced to the north, but there was nothing but smoke. Did he mean Riley and my creator? I felt a new thril of panic, fol owed by a little spasm of hope. There was no way she and Riley could stand against these vampires who had kil ed so many of us, was there? Even if the howly ones were gone, Jasper alone looked capable of dealing with the two of them. Or did he mean this mysterious Volturi?
The wind teased the girl's scent across my face again, and my thoughts scattered. I glared at her thirstily. The girl met my stare, but her expression was so different from what it should have been. Though I could feel that my lips were curled back from my teeth, though I trembled with the effort to stop myself from springing at her, she did not look afraid of me. Instead she seemed fascinated. It almost looked like she wanted to speak to me - like she had a question she wanted me to answer.
Then Carlisle and Jasper began to back away from the fire - and me - closing ranks with the others and the human. They al were staring past me into the smoke, so whatever they were afraid of was closer to me than it was to them. I huddled tighter to the smoke in spite of the nearby flames. Should I make a run for it? Were they distracted enough that I could escape? Where would I go? To Fred? Off on my own? To find Riley and make him pay for what he'd done to Diego?
As I hesitated, mesmerized by that last idea, the moment passed. I heard movement to the north and knew I was sandwiched between the yel ow-eyes and whatever was coming.
"Hmm," a dead voice said from behind the smoke. In that one syl able I knew exactly who it was, and if I hadn't been frozen solid with mindless terror I would have bolted. It was the dark-cloaks.
What did this mean? Would a new battle begin now? I knew that the dark-cloaked vampires had wanted my creator to succeed in destroying these yel ow-eyes. My creator had clearly failed. Did that mean they would kil her? Or would they kil Carlisle and Esme and the rest here instead? If it had been my choice, I knew who I would want destroyed, and it wasn't my captors.
The dark-cloaks ghosted through the vapor to face the yel ow-eyes. None of them looked in my direction. I held absolutely stil .
There were only four of them, like last time. But it didn't make a difference that there were seven of the yel ow-eyes. I could tel that they were as wary of these dark-cloaks as Riley and my creator had been. There was something more to them than I could see, but I could definitely feel it. These were the punishers, and they didn't lose.
"Welcome, Jane," said the yel ow-eyed one who held the human.
They knew each other. But the redhead's voice was not friendly - nor was it weak and eager to please like Riley's had been, or furiously terrified like my creator's. His voice was simply cold and polite and unsurprised. Were the dark-cloaks this Volturi, then?
The smal vampire who led the dark-cloaks - Jane, apparently - slowly scanned across the seven yel ow-eyes and the human, and then final y turned her head toward me. I glimpsed her face for the first time. She was younger than me, but much older, too, I guessed. Her eyes were the velvet color of dark red roses. Knowing it was too late to escape notice, I put my head down, covering it with my hands. Maybe if it were clear that I didn't want to fight, Jane would treat me as Carlisle had. I didn't feel much hope of that, though.
"I don't understand." Jane's dead voice betrayed a hint of annoyance.
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"She has surrendered," the redhead explained.
"Surrendered?" Jane snapped.
I peeked up to see the dark-cloaks exchanging glances. The redhead had said that he'd never seen anyone surrender before. Maybe the dark-cloaks hadn't, either.
"Carlisle gave her the option," the redhead said. He seemed to be the spokesperson for the yel ow-eyes, though I thought Carlisle might be the leader.
"There are no options for those who break the rules," Jane said, her voice dead again.
My bones felt like ice, but I didn't feel panicked anymore. It al seemed so inevitable now.
Carlisle answered Jane in a soft voice. "That's in your hands. As long as she was wil ing to halt her attack on us, I saw no need to destroy her. She was never taught."
Though his words were neutral, I almost thought he was pleading for me. But, as he had said, my fate was not up to him.
"That is irrelevant," Jane confirmed.
"As you wish."
Jane was staring at Carlisle with an expression that was half confusion and half frustration. She shook her head, and her face was unreadable again.
"Aro hoped that we would get far enough west to see you, Carlisle," she said. "He sends his regards."
"I would appreciate it if you would convey mine to him," he answered.