New Twilight Fanfic Chapter Numero Uno

Nyx stared up at the royalty staring down at her. Here she was, in the court of the Volturi brothers, Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Today was HER DAY. The day she would be admitted to the Volturi. The dim candle light cast a shadow on their faces, giving them an omniscient appearance, menacing, like on of those old school vampires. You just don’t get accepted into the Volturi for nothing, Nyx had a gift, well a few gifts, it rocked. She had the ability to control water, fire, ice and all of the other elements and electricity, whatever that considered as. Well, water and ice are kind of the same thing, but whatever, she could make ice and shatter and do all of that cool stuff. Nyx also could see the future, and read minds. So, why’d the Volturi wait so long to admit her? She was a newborn. No one knows who created her, or when, or why or how they gave her that many powers, she just woke up EXTREMELY confused under a dock in Rhode Island. After staring down the Volturi brothers for somewhere around 10 minutes, Aro stood, took a few steps forward and spoke is his awesome sounding voice

“Welcome to the Volturi!” He exclaimed

Nyx didn’t know what to say.

“You’re nervous, I can see it in your face.” he said surprisingly soothingly. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Silence on the outside, but insides Nyx’s head, her thoughts were in a freaking whirlpool. Do I really look that nervous? What’s this going to be like? What the hell am I supposed to do??

Aro walked up to her, pushed her wavy, blondish red hair out of her face and gently touching her forehead.

What the hell is he doin?

Aro chuckled. Nyx raised an eyebrow. He laughed again. Marcus and Caius looked confused. He lifted his fingers and told her she could leave. Nyx got up and walked back to the room she had been shown a while earlier. Red walls, hardwood floors, black celing fan. It had a long cherry red leather couch on one wall, a huge golden mirror on another, a TV, 42” at least. She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. A little over elbow length reddish, blondish hair. Blood red eyes. She really should be afraid, she should, but the Volturi had explained this all previously. She looked soooooooooooo much prettier than she remembered her old self being. Oh yeah, wait, she remembered CRAP about her old self. Zilch, Nope, NOTHING.

“Perfect.” She muttered to herself.

The dark wooden door creaked open. Another vampire entered.