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Queen Of His Heart (Part 01 of 18)

Pairing: Jacob Black X OC | Word count: 2.434

Summary: Lenna once dated Edward. But after he met and fell in love with Bella, she fled and joined the Volturi. After fifteen years burying her feelings deep inside, Lenna is sent back to Forks to oversee a mission given to the Cullen. There, forced to face the wound Edward left, she meets Jacob, who imprints on her, turning her life upside down again.

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The throne brings me some kind of strength. And I'll need it for what's about to happen. Aro didn't tell me they were coming until thirty minutes ago, explaining what's going on in their town, and I only had time to change into better clothes. I like dressing up for these occasions. It's an empty pleasure but I don't care anymore. My purple dress reflects the light coming from the enormous chandelier. Jane keeps the small talk as I pretend to listen. When Marcus and Caius arrive, they nod at me, taking their seats. My heartbeat increases. I hate when it happens because it means I'm nervous or angry or scared or in love. Jane holds my hand for a while and it comforts me. Aro exchanges a smirk with Caius, which I ignore. On these moments I wish I was a normal vampire. It would make my life a lot less complicated. But I am what I am. Something in between.

“They are here.” Aro singsongs at the same moment the huge doors open.

When I see them – when I see him – I press my back against the throne. Here, I am powerful. Here I'm not the silly girl who fell desperately in love years ago, who had her heart shattered to pieces because of a human. I'm more than that. The Volturi gave me the power I needed to overcome the heartbreak. Now, fifteen years after Edward's wedding, I have to face him once again.

“Welcome!” Aro shouts, going down the stairs to greet Bella, the former human who stole Edward's heart. “You look gorgeous.” After kissing her cheeks, he turns his attention to a younger lady with bright brown eyes. “Renesmee, you look just like your beautiful mother.”

So this is the kid Aro told me about. Her life almost took because of her very nature: something different, like me. Luckily, I wasn't here for the battle that nearly happened.

Aro quickly compliments the others. This family is always together, no matter what. It's kinda irritating. “Enough with this stupidity,” Marcus speaks up, and I can notice Aro just rolled his eyes. “We have a business to deal with and time is running short.” A lie. We have nothing to do after this reunion.

“We have all the time in the world.” He turns on his heels, gesturing at me. “Sweet Lenna. Come, come.”

I'm very tempted to decline, but it would make me look weak. My heart beating is enough embarrassment. So I get up, my dress moving smoothly around my legs. I take my time on the stairs, my high heels echoing through the silent hall. When I reach Aro, he offers me his arm and I take it, forcing a smile. Then I turn my eyes at Edward. He's still very handsome, so I try to keep my mind away from the memories.

“Hello, Lenna. It's been a while.” Edward smiles and I cordially nod. “You look beautiful.”

I know what he means. Before he met Bella, when we used to date, I didn't wear clothes like this. I didn't behave like this. But I changed. I decided to finally join the Volturi and after such a little time Aro gave me some kind of promotion and now I have a throne too. I was made royalty alongside him, Caius, Marcus, and Jane. Some people didn't agree with the new titles Aro decided to be suitable for our position. But what would they do? Fight us?

“You look well,” I say back, giving quick glances at the others, not being able to sustain eye contact for too long. “Now, let's get to business, shall we?” Slowly, I go back to my seat.

“We were told a lot of people died in your beloved city.” Aro begins, letting go of my arm. “I know you're vegetarians, but, you see... I have to make sure the laws are being kept.”

“Humans were killed, yes. But the vampire-”

“So it wasn't any of you.” Marcus interrupts Carlisle, clearing his throat. “It's hard to believe since you're always so proud about being the only vampires on that cold tiny city you call home.”

“We spotted unknown vampires surrounding Forks on the last few weeks. We assure you we'll find them.” Carlisle sounds confident, what makes Aro giggle. He doesn't like when people sound like that.

And he hates the Cullen. Some kind of hate I can't understand. I think he's jealous or envy, so it's his pleasure to torture them as much as he can. “Oh, you will.” He goes back to his throne, his funny eyes landing on me. “I have a very important task for you.”

“Consider it done,” I answer softly because it's my pleasure to follow his tasks. Keeps my mind busy.

“You will be moving to live with the Cullen. To watch closely their... chase.” Anger builds up on my stomach and I can hear my heartbeat speeding up. “You don't need to help them, but I want weekly reports of everything and anything going on there. All the tiny details.”

Don't lose it, I tell myself. I'm stronger than this. I'm stronger than my feelings. “I will have someone pack my things,” I mutter as I get up, walking straight across the hall, leaving through the same door the Cullen came in.

•••

When I reach my chambers, there are two of Aro's maids packing my clothes. I was trying to hold on, to keep my head up and figure out a way to deal with it. But I can't. Anger wins over me and then it explodes.

“Out! All of you. Out!” I shout, throwing at the girls everting on my reach. They leave immediately, running for the door. And I'm left alone to wreck my bedroom. It was a mistake to ever think Aro would be anything close to a friend. To think he had some kind of heart deep inside that monster facade. But no. He's a traitor, whose delight is to make people around him suffer. And now it's my turn. My heart sinks more and more as the hours go by. When the maids are commanded to come back, my bedroom is a mess. Everything, every ornament and furniture is destroyed. I watch as they work from my bed, my legs crossed and the dress' skirt surrounding me. I have to think. Trying to change Aro's mind is impossible, so I have to find a way to deal with this situation. Fifteen years of shutting off my feelings will have to be enough.

“Lenna?” Jane comes in suddenly, looking around with wide eyes. “What happened?” I don't answer because it's obvious. She nods after a while, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You do look like a queen over there.” She gestures at me.

“You as well.” Her dress is a dark shade of red, with countless diamonds around the neck. “Why is he doing this? Haven't I done everything he asked of me? Every mission, no matter where.”

“Aros is... Complicated.” Jane looks away from me. We were never too close, and she doesn't like to speak about Aro. “Perhaps he has a good reason. I think he's trying to strengthen you.”

“I don't think so, Jane.”

“Well, it doesn't matter now. You're going and there's nothing we can do about it.” She stands up, hiding a smile. I'm sure she can read the question in my eyes. What is she up with? “If you're being forced to live with those idiotic vampires, you should at least arrive like royalty.”

“Those titles aren't really-”

“They're perfect because that's what we are. Kings and Queens of the vampires. We make the rules and force people to follow them.” We both observe the maids taking my baggage somewhere. “You'll be flying on our private plane. And a Lamborghini will be waiting for you.”

That makes me smile. I like the money I have access thanks to the Volturi. I hold onto that, I try to feel like it's enough. It isn't, but I'm convinced that if I keep pretending it is, one day it'll become true.

Jane and the others come to say goodbye before I get the car to the airport. Aro smirks a lot, holding both my hands and telling me how important this is for all of us. That the Cullen already broke too many rules and it's our duty to make sure it won't happen again. The car ride is quick, and half an hour later I'm on the plane, seated and watching as Italy gets smaller and smaller. I take this time to push in memories and feelings, burring them so deep I won't be able to find it. When we're halfway there, I take a long shower. As I get dressed, I chose the most expansive clothes I can find because it makes me feel more confident. With the sound of my Louboutin high heels on the floor, I go back to my seat. When I land, I follow a man all the way to the east side of the airport. As Jane said, there's a golden Lamborghini waiting for me. The driver opens the door and I get in, waiting for him to take my baggage. Once he takes comes back in, he informs me we'll be reaching our destination in thirty minutes and I nod. It's funny how the people around us stare. Some of them are even taking pictures. They probably think I'm famous. The car is ridiculously fast, and the other drivers are getting out of our way.

In thirty minutes we stop by the Cullen's house and somehow they got here before me. Well, I did spend many hours questioning my existence in my wrecked bedroom. Half of my plans are gone. Taking a deep breath, I wait for the driver to open the door before I step out. The wind blows softly, messing with my hair and making the fabric of my skirt brush against my ankles. The Cullen are on the balcony, staring as the driver takes my baggage inside.

“Welcome back, Lenna.” Esme hugs me the moment I step on the balcony. “I'm sorry we had to act so cold around Aro, but-”

“I understand.” Now, more than ever, I know you can never trust Aro. Under any circumstance. “I believe you have a spare room for me.”

“We do, c' mon in.” She guides me through the living room and upstairs. Emmett winks at me with a funny smile. When we reach my bedroom, Carlisle comes to leave my stuff here, speeding away quickly. That means Esme wants to talk to me. “This will be your bedroom as long as you stay with us.”

“Ok,” I mutter, walking over to the glass wall. “I like the view.”

”I know you do.” She gestures for the bed as she takes a seat. “I would like to talk to you. All the others went hunting so you don't have to-”

“Esme, please. I don't want to talk about it.” Being rude to Esme is impossible. She's the mother I didn't have and her loveable nature keeps me from even trying. “I'm here as a mission.”

“I don't want to talk about Edward. I want to talk about the rest of the family. Rosalie and Emmett. Alice and Jasper.” She sighs, even though she doesn't need to breathe. “We all missed you. Rose more than anyone.”

Rosalie and I were best friends. There were no secrets between us and I trusted her with my life. But after Edward met and fell for Bella, when I fled to Italy and joined the Volturi, we lost communication. Because it hurt me. Because I wanted to get rid of anything and everything that reminded me of Edward. But now I feel guilty. Maybe I shouldn't be so radical, but at the moment the pain blinded me. Taking a deep breath, I move to sit next to Esme.

“I'll talk to her but I don't think she would ever forgive me.”

“She understands you, my dear.” By the sudden change in her expression, I know we're not alone anymore. “Well, I hope your stay will help more than hurt. There is a lot of feelings you need to work on.”

I decide not to answer that. Esme tells me to come and go as I please, and since I do miss the woods, I rush downstairs. But I stop in my tracks when I see Bella, looking at me with those bright eyes.

“Hi. Can I speak with you?” She asks as I take a deep breath, rolling my eyes. I'm thankful for still having to breathe. It somehow helps me calm down and put my thoughts in order.

“No,” I answer as I walk past her.

“I don't mean to bring up sad memories, but you can't blame me for-”

“I don't blame you.” Turning on my heels to stare at Bella, I spot Edward coming from around the corner. “I blame him.” Remembering hurts and I need to get away from these two. When I'm about to head for the door, Edward grabs my arm.

“Lenna, wait. I know you don't want to talk to me but there's something I need to know.” He sounds serious. What could it possibly be? My eyes are locked on his hand holding my arm as anger builds up inside me and I push him away violently.

“I'm here on a mission and that's all.” My voice sounds terribly harsh, and I rush out as soon as I'm done speaking. I feel weak, but I don't know if it's because of Edward or because of my own nature. This variation will certainly get me killed one day. But the sun is threatening to come out, and I'll get stronger.

The woods tower over me as I walk. I don't know where I'm going or how far am I from the Cullen's. And I don't know how long I've been walking. But the pattern of the trees changed a bit. Now, I finally force myself to look around and ignore all the memories and feelings. The cold wind makes me close my eyes and take a deep breath. It brings me relief as the air fills my lungs. I'm at peace here, with nothing but the tall trees and... footsteps. The weird sound makes me open my eyes. It comes from three different places and I know two of them are from large animals. Huge animals. But it doesn't matter. I'm ready to fight whatever it is.

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