19 HATE
WE MADE OUR FLIGHT WITH SECONDS TO SPARE, AND THEN the true torture began. The plane sat idle on the tarmac while the flight attendants strolled—so casually—up and down the aisle, patting the bags in the overhead compartments to make sure everything fit. The pilots leaned out of the cockpit, chatting with them as they passed. Alice's hand was hard on my shoulder, holding me in my seat while I bounced anxiously up and down.
'It's faster than running,' she reminded me in a low voice.
I just nodded in time with my bouncing.
At last the plane rolled lazily from the gate, building speed with a gradual steadiness that tortured me further. I expected some kind of relief when we achieved liftoff, but my frenzied impatience didn't lessen.
Alice lifted the phone on the back of the seat in front of her before we'd stopped climbing, turning her back on the stewardess who eyed her with disapproval. Something about my expression stopped the stewardess from coming over to protest.
I tried to tune out what Alice was murmuring to Jasper; I didn't want to hear the words again, but some slipped through.
'I can't be sure, I keep seeing him do different things, he keeps changing his mind… A killing spree through the city, attacking the guard, lifting a car over his head in the main square… mostly things that would expose them—he knows that's the fastest way to force a reaction…'
'No, you can't.' Alice's voice dropped till it was nearly inaudible, though I was sitting inches from her. Contrarily, I listened harder. 'Tell Emmett no… Well, go after Emmett and Rosalie and bring them back… Think about it, Jasper. If he sees any of us, what do you think he will do?'
She nodded. 'Exactly. I think Bella is the only chance—if there is a chance… I'll do everything that can be done, but prepare Carlisle; the odds aren't good.'
She laughed then, and there was a catch in her voice. 'I've thought of that… Yes, I promise.' Her voice became pleading. 'Don't follow me. I promise, Jasper. One way or another, I'll get out… And I love you.'
She hung up, and leaned back in her seat with her eyes closed. 'I hate lying to him.'
'Tell me everything, Alice,' I begged. 'I don't understand. Why did you tell Jasper to stop Emmett, why can't they come help us?'
'Two reasons,' she whispered, her eyes still closed. 'The first I told him. We
'That's the second reason of course, the reason I couldn't say to Jasper. Because if they're there and the Volturi kill Edward, they'll fight them. Bella.' She opened her eyes and stared at me, beseeching. 'If there were any chance we could win… if there were a way that the four of us could save my brother by fighting for him, maybe it would be different. But we can't, and, Bella, I can't lose Jasper like that.'
I realized why her eyes begged for my understanding. She was protecting Jasper, at our expense, and maybe at Edward's, too. I understood, and I did not think badly of her. I nodded.
'Couldn't Edward hear you, though.'' I asked. 'Wouldn't he know, as soon as he heard your thoughts, that I was alive, that there was no point to this?'
Not that there was any justification, either way. I still couldn't believe that he was capable of reacting like this. It made no sense! I remembered with painful clarity his words that day on the sofa, while we watched Romeo and Juliet kill themselves, one after the other.
'
I ground my teeth in mute frustration.
'If there were any way to do this without you, Bella, I wouldn't be endangering you like this. It's very wrong of me.'
'Don't be stupid. I'm the last thing you should be worrying about.' I shook my head impatiently. 'Tell me what you meant, about hating to lie to Jasper.'
She smiled a grim smile. 'I promised him I would get out before they killed me, too. It's not something I can guarantee—not by a long shot.' She raised her eyebrows, as if willing me to take the danger more seriously.
'Who are these Volturi?' I demanded in a whisper. 'What makes them so much more dangerous than Emmett, Jasper, Rosalie, and you?' It was hard to imagine something scarier than that.
She took a deep breath, and then abruptly leveled a dark glance over my shoulder. I turned in time to see the man in the aisle seat looking away as if he wasn't listening to us. He appeared to be a businessman, in a dark suit with a power tie and a laptop on his knees. While I stared at him with irritation, he opened the computer and very conspicuously put headphones on.
I leaned closer to Alice. Her lips were at my ears as she breathed the story.
'I was surprised that you recognized the name,' she said. 'That you understood so immediately what it meant—when I said he was going to Italy. I thought I would have to explain. How much did Edward tell you?'
'He just said they were an old, powerful family—like royalty. That you didn't antagonize them unless you wanted to… die,' I whispered. The last word was hard to choke out.
'You have to understand,' she said, her voice slower, more measured now. 'We Cullens are unique in more ways than you know. It's…
'There were three of them originally, Aro, Caius, and Marcus.'
'I've seen them,' I mumbled. 'In the picture in Carlisle's study.'
Alice nodded. 'Two females joined them over time, and the five of them make up the family. I'm not sure, but I suspect that their age is what gives them the ability to live peacefully together. They are well over three thousand years old. Or maybe it's their gifts that give them extra tolerance. Like Edward and I, Aro and Marcus are… talented.'
She continued before I could ask. 'Or maybe it's just their love of power that binds them together. Royalty is an apt description.'
'But if there are only five—'
'Five that make up the family,' she corrected. 'That doesn't include their guard.'
I took a deep breath. 'That sounds… serious.'
'Oh, it is,' she assured me. 'There were nine members of the guard that were permanent, the last time we heard. Others are more… transitory. It changes. And many of them are gifted as well—with formidable gifts, gifts that make what I can do look like a parlor trick. The Volturi chose them for their abilities, physical or otherwise.'
I opened my mouth, and then closed it. I didn't think I wanted to know how bad the odds were.
She nodded again, as if she understood exactly what I was thinking. 'They don't get into too many confrontations. No one is stupid enough to mess with them. They stay in their city, leaving only as duty calls.'
'Duty?' I wondered.
'Didn't Edward tell you what they do?'
'No,' I said, feeling the blank expression on my face.
Alice looked over my head again, toward the businessman, and put her wintry lips back to my ear.
'There's a reason he called them royalty… the ruling class. Over the millennia, they have assumed the position of enforcing our rules—which actually translates to punishing transgressors. They fulfill that duty