Fire Burns

[Jane Volturi]

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[attr="class","lost1"]Jane Volturi
Witch Twin.

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[attr="class","mouths1"]Now Volterra would always be Janes home, Aro and Alec where there. But she did use to stay within the castle but well she was within Volterra she was untouchable. Down to the fact that she was so close to the Palazzo Volturi that all she needed to do was to walk for a couple minutes and she would be at doors to the manor which were guarded but as it was vampire residence the guards were out of sight but could still see who was coming and going.

The way she saw it was this was her domain within Volterra she had the power to decide what happened she knew all the vampires who resided within the town at least the ones of interest anyhow, she also made sure they lived side by side with the mortals as Volturi had ruled in place for a reason and Volterra was home to the Volturi as much as it was to humans who call it home. And outside of the manor, she was the highest authority unless one of the leaders was with her.

Now, she was at the top of clock tower she did not need guards in Volterra, but there were guards watching her but they were out of sight. Something about the view amazed her and you could see the Volturi manor and at night it was lit up with the lights of houses around it, it was a sight to see Aro had never come up to see it; but he was too busy and jane often left the manor; she never went far encase Aro needed her to carry out tasks for him.

So many vampires came and went from Volterra for this and that, some to ask Volturi for favours some who have been brought to them for execution as they have no doubt broken one of Volturi golden rules. But she could hear footsteps behind her, but now her pendant was hidden, so unless you knew who she was you would have no idea who or what she was. As her pendant was under her jacket. You know creeping up on someone is a good way to end up getting hurt.” She only needed eye contact for her power to take effect and she could control how strong or weak it could be.

Emily Napolitiano

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[Emily Napolitiano]

Weakness, a feature in life that had made one weak it was something Emily’s dim human memory had somewhat forgotten, reborn in the fire as a vampire a great deal of her human memories had dimmed including that of being crippled she was no longer feeble or prey she was the hunter, a monster capable of devouring all humans the taste of blood was the very essence of feeling alive the young newborn had fled from the vampire who turned her and in doing so found freedom in hunting whomever she wanted her shirt stained in blood and her jeans ripped she hunted from the roof tops looking for prey keeping out of humans sight.

Emily tried to remember what it was like to be human, and although she had only been a vampire for a little while she had found it hard so many people to choose from and feast upon whom should I eat[/i] the newborn thought to herself. Emily looked at her hand and saw her hand emit fire she brought her hand up and saw the fire she looked at it and did not feel the flames she did not feel the heat she had struggled to control this ability of hers.

Emily breathed in the air unnecessarily and calmed herself, the flames extinguished and she sighed Emily looked at the top of the clock tower and saw someone even with her vampire vision something perfect compared to her blind human life she could see the girl was young, she was young but suicidal Emily moved at incredible speed and within seconds she was standing behind the tiny person.

Emily walked behind slowly approaching the tiny person and stopped when she heard her threat, the fire in Emily’s throat burned “the big bad wolf, fears not little goth riding hood” Emily retorted her black eyes glaring at the back of the little angsty girl

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[Jane Volturi]

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[attr="class","lost1"]Jane Volturi
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[attr="class","mouths1"]Now New-borns where a pain in the ass to enforce, as a lot of them remain undetected and can kill without anyone finding out. Sure, the Volturi have eyes everywhere; but even they don’t have the time to go after every single new-born they find. If they became a threat and their sire did not show them the ropes and they run the risk of being detected then the Volturi would have to answer which was killing them or making them vanish from site.Jane had killed so many newborns in her life or had Felix do it for her, but she was also told to be on the lookout for ones with powers that might be useful to the Volturi. Now not every vampire with power gets invite from the Volturi and if they do they need to show their willingness to uphold all orders that the leaders give them and that Jane and Alec do.

Now Jane could sense someone coming towards her the smell of blood was ripe, but who would be stupide enough to hurt and feed on Volturi grounds, that was death sentence or at most a trip to Aro to see what he wants done with the said vampire. Most of the time they are put to death but sometimes Volturi may be willing to forgive if they could prove useful to them. “the big bad wolf, fears not little goth riding hood” Jane just paused it was new born the way she was unclean about her kill. How dare you come into Volterra looking like that, do you not know the rules or where you are... I should kill you on site… But it is not my choice to decide that would-be Masters.” She turned to look at girl her pendent now clearly showing; but she did not give her name yet.

Emily Napolitiano

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[Emily Napolitiano]

Emily had no idea about the vulture how could she up until her transformation vampires were a thing of fiction to her and now she was living it in a matter of speaking. Emily had no idea how to classify her was she still alive or was she an unread Italian, who knew when it came to political correctness. The young stylish newborn waited for the response of the suicidal goth Emily waited for a response and to be honest it felt like a long time.


Almost as long as waiting for the one who turned her to find her, Emily still had no idea why he allowed her to live after all she had experienced the thirst, the way it felt like a hot poker was boiling her insides alive, the way she felt while feeding on someone it felt so good, she just wanted more and more and one meat bag of blood would never be enough for her. Emily listened to the girl speak for a second time and she picked up on the type of girl this goth was, she was snotty and an over privileged brat in need of a good smack down, Emily listened without saying anything



Emily watched as the girl turned to face her and she noticed the paleness of little goth riding hood’s skin and the fact that a pendent stood out, Emily realized that this girl was also a vampire and an instinct of asserting herself blended with her newborn rage Emily lowered her shades her black eyes fiercely looking at Jane expressing her rage “Volterra is my home, I was born and raised here” Emily hissed with murderous intent she put one foot forward and leaned on it “threaten me again little goth riding hood and I swear to you IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU DO” Emily snarled she pointed at Jane and fire unintended flew from her finger tip, the flame was small and not enough to set anything on fire, Emily was fierce and her rage would only amplify that aspect of her.

[Jane Volturi]

WORDS: 391 // TAGGED: Emily Napolitiano// NOTES: She wont stop till Em begs her to.

Jane Volturi
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Now Jane hated fire and feared it down to the fact that it almost killed her, but if it’s not enough to harm her she can tolerate it in small doses even if it makes her feel uneasy. The pain she felt when she was being burned alive was raw unfiltered; she could feel every moment of it as the flames began to crawl up her body. All she could think about was that if she was going to die it would be beside alec so at least she would have died with family.

But Aro saved her and her brother at the last moment and she was given a second chance at life, in a sense It was at that moment that she swore loyalty to Aro and the Volturi, and helped Aro being down anyone who opposed him. The Romanians where the first ones to die as they were the current vampire royalty but the Twins saw to it that they become nothing. This was how the Volturi rose to power and decided to call Volterra home.

“Volterra is my home, I was born and raised here” Emily hissed with murderous intent she put one foot forward and leaned on it “threaten me again little goth riding hood and I swear to you IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU DO” The girl had some fire about her, but she was dealing with Jane Volturi and she was not a push over that was for sure. She jumped a little at the fire as she backed away a little, by this time her guards were already on their way to protect her.

Seconds later Jane would simply look Emily dead in the eye and spoke. “I don’t take kindly to threats or being burned. And within moments she would begin to use her power on the girl and since she though fire at her Jane used a extremely strong dose of her power on her, not enough to kill her but enough to bring her close to it and to feel what burning really feels like.  She was not planning to stop till this girl begged her to. “Beg me to stop and i might..." by this time her guards had arrived and where ready to detain the girl when Jane was done tormenting her

Red☠Frost of Adox.

[Emily Napolitiano]

Emily had no idea who she was facing off against, this little girl with emo like tendancies was a vicious sociopath, the young newborn however had meant every word, she wasn’t weak or pathetic she was a strong independent woman who has overcome death not once but twice if she could beat the grim reaper there was no way she would allow a prissy little thing that was standing before her win the nerve of that little hobbit thinking she can tell me off acting like I am some little tourist, I should kick her butt on the principal of thinking that, look at her fire makes her jumpy imagine what she would do if I beat her up probably be crying to her[/i]



Emily couldn’t even finish the thoughts in her head as within moments of the flame Jane had spoken and she was on the floor in agony, the flames that she had felt devouring her body felt as bad as going through the transformation to becoming a vampire her body had trembled like it was being shocked repeatidly and throughout the pain Emily wanted to scream with extreme effort Emily brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on her hand to prevent her from screaming even talking.

Emily closed her black eyes as she felt the agony and she just wanted to scream, hell she wanted to beg jane to stop, but she was going to hold out as long as she could and she wouldn’t give jane the satisfaction of screaming she bit down harder on her hand even though compared to the burning the pain she felt from biting her own hand was absolutely nothing it did stop her from screaming.


Emily counted in her head taking deep long breaths counting slow, she had made all the way to three hundred before the inexplicable pain being too much for her, if Emily hadn’t been in agony she would have felt annoyed and angry, being a prideful woman “s…stop…please” was all the newborn could manage. The newborn waited for the pain to subside, and if the little goth tried to be smug she would probably be eating a fireball.

[Jane Volturi]

WORDS: 300 // TAGGED: Emily Napolitiano // NOTES:None

Jane Volturi
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Now Jane knew that her powers could kill someone if she did it for too long, but for the most part, she would only do it to the point where they would do as they were told. Aro needed only ask her and she would use her powers until he told her otherwise. But that was who Jane was she loved Aro affection and that's why she wants to murder Bella as she feels like she is stealing Aro away from her.

However, this girl in front of her might be of some use to the Volturi; she had a power that Aro might find useful. So if she killed her Aro might very well get mad at her, but he was not in Volterra at the moment as he was out visiting a coven with her twin Alec. Jane had things to do back in Volterra so she stayed behind to finish her tasks. There was always something that needed doing that's for sure.

But sometimes it was hard for her to stop without someone telling her to but she had some level of control so she sighed as she heard the girl begging her to stop. s…stop…please She nodded and simply stopped as she looked to the girl once more, the guards behind her helping her to her feet. I do hope you have learned your lesson. I hate fire and if you ever use it on me again that dose was only a taste of what i can do to you."

Red☠Frost of Adox.

[Emily Napolitiano]

Emily wondered how many minutes had it been since she asked the hobbit to stop, it had felt like an eternity, the pain subsided and Emily’s body quivered the pain was fresh in her mind, but it wasn’t just the memory of the pain she had felt it was a familiarity that coursed through her body a faint familiarity…exhaustion and weakness. Since becoming a vampire Emily hadn’t experienced exhaustion, fatigue or weakness and yet enduring all that pain had been exhausting. Emily knew she had to do something she didn’t want to be weak, she didn’t want to associate herself as that weakling who was crippled and had to rely on a wheel chair or a cane to get around.


Emily had tried to feebly lift herself up, but failed she let out a low hiss frustrated and annoyed by her weakness, before she could get up she felt the guards behind her grab her and helped her to her feet, Emily feebly shook herself “Let me go” She hissed as she managed to squirm free and leaned against the tower wall, Emily listened to the goth girl talk and growled, Emily’s eyes were pitch black, she still felt weak and exhausted, her thirst was getting unbearable and all she wanted to do was roast a hobbit “that was your one free shot, next time I’ll…roast you five ways to Sunday” the newborn panted still not feeling strong enough to stand on her own feet.

Emily knew that she had to stand her ground, even if standing her ground was something that was a little difficult at this point in time, the young newborn glared at Jane she was going to show the little hobbit that she wasn’t afraid of her, Emily would find a way to endure the pain next time and she would roast that girl if it was the last thing she did.