Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Sins Of The Past

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 06:

Aro POV

I find cursing beneath myself. As a leader I should hold myself to a higher standard of behavior than my children. I have no problem of course with their choice of language. They are warriors. They may speak as they wish. I am one of three kings the vampire world looks to as an example of co habitation in a world in which we are legend and need to stay that way. That said occasionally a foul word does pass over my lips.

“Fucking Carlisle Cullen.”

“My thoughts exactly Master.” Isabella agreed.

My poor Isabella. The past 48 hours have been so stressful for her. She was tired. I could tell by the way she sat that her back muscles were tightening. She had needed drugs earlier to walk. She had a panic attack in her father’s home. The panic attack was so severe it reminded Chelsea of the one Isabella had when she was 26. She had been hiking with her daughter and tripped, falling face first into the ground. Chelsea had to watch as her mother ineffectually tried to calm her down. Isabella eventually passed out.

The two of us sat side by side looking at the papers in her father’s safe. She called me worried, not knowing what direction to take.

“Please don’t kill him Master.” She whispered. At times like this I truly wanted to take her into my arms. I should have brought Sulpicia to hold her. One day. One day she would be comfortable enough to accept a hug from a man. I would be front and center, even if it was ten thousand years from now. Until then the men of the Volturi lived by one absolute. Bella and Jane are not to be touched.

“Isabella I will never harm a member of your family. Let us speak honestly. Even if he survives, it is unlikely his memories will. Should they survive, he has obviously kept this information to himself, quite a bit of information, for many years. There is nothing here that can be proven. This is on the Cullens. Carlisle and his insistence on living in the human world. He has led to these breaches of the law and he and his family will answer for them one day. I swear to you Isabella.”

“May I express an opinion on the subject Master?”

“You never have to ask me that Bella.”

“I believe you should forbid them from co existing with humans immediately. Even if it is years before they stand trial they are placing our kind at risk of discovery every day.”

“Yes. I see the wisdom in your words. I shall make the call.”

“May I?”

That was a surprise. Isabella never spoke of the Cullen’s much. She had expressed anger when she was younger but as she grew older she simply seemed to stop caring. Her focus was on the one who harmed her. The Cullen’s ceased to matter.

“Bella if they know you are involved with us, they may try to come for you.”

“Let them.” She said quietly. “They don’t have the balls.”

She made a good point.

“Very well. It shall be done. When would you like to make the call?”

“I do not. I would prefer to do it in person. I would like to take Jane and Alec with me. I will be safe. Not even Jasper could harm me with those two present.”

This caused me to pause.

It was true that the Cullen’s could certainly not harm Jane and Alec. But what if something was thrown by one of them? A foolish reaction by the Cullen’s but I have never credited them with an overabundance of good sense. Isabella could be injured in the fall out of a desperate battle.

“I will go with Jane and Alec. You may speak. But I have to be there. I have to ensure your safety. You understand?”

“Of course Master. They are in South Dakota correct? A short day trip. We can make it while Dani is in school.”

“An excellent idea. Shall we continue to peruse your father’s findings? His work is amazing. I see where you get your tenacity and intelligence from.”

“My mother is smart, Master.” Bella told me rolling her eyes.

“Your mother thinks Elvis is a vampire performing secret missions for the CIA and is based on the Moon.” I pointed out. Bella began to laugh. Soon she was in tears from laughing. I joined her. The sound brought joy to me. I like my guard happy.

Calmed down she went back to the sheets laid out on her desk.

“I can’t believe he got these pictures.” She noted.

BPOV

My father. He never said a word. When I opened the files I was shocked. I didn’t know what to do. As usual in my life, when confused I called Master Aro.

The first thing I noticed was a sheet of paper outlining his notes.

Charlie found my bloody clothes in the bottom of the trash can. He paid the State lab to run DNA. The DNA was inconclusive. Traces of semen found on my blue jeans.

He watched me. He hired an investigator to find me and watch me in Florida off and on over the years.

A photo. He got a photo. I never wore a swimsuit. Never. I refused. Master Aro decided I needed sun and water. He rented a lagoon and had security prevent anyone from coming in. It was a natural hot spring in Colorado. Dani was four. Mom was with us. We hung out for four days there, relaxing, swimming, getting massages. I felt comfortable enough by that point, thanks to Jane, that I had no problem with female massage therapists.

For the first time, I wore a bikini when I swam. Dad had pictures. They must have been taken by a very high powered camera from at least a thousand yards away.

The photos focused on Dani in my arms and the scars on my back that ran to the middle of my thighs. I shivered a bit at the picture. I didn’t work out at the time. I was pretty much bone and scarred skin from behind.

Dad only had a few pictures. But he blew them up. One had a note attached to it from a zoologist from the University of Washington. The picture focused only on my scars. The note said he believed the scars were caused by an unknown animal resembling a wolf but much larger. He wanted more information. Charlie must never have responded.

Next was a page of notes he took from the book I left in my room. Legends of the Quileute.

Cold ones was underlined with one word next to it. Cullens.

Under that two words… Spirit Warriors.

Genealogy papers. Starting with the Black family. Uley family. Clearwaters. There was a surprise. He married Sue.

Then a list of names.

Jacob Black

Samuel Uley

Quil Atteara (?)

Embry Call (who is his father?)

Seth (?)

Paul Lahote

More? How many? Who was with Bella her last night here?

I nearly choked on the next sentence.

Who raped my daughter?

The next pages detailed his research over the years into the Cullen Coven.

Carlisle Cullen 1928-1935, Sister Mary Hospital, New York City.

Carlisle Cullen 1950-1953, Mercy Hospital Chicago, Illinois.

Carlisle Cullen 1974-1977, Downtown General, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

What name used between these records? Five step children in Pennsylvania. Edward Masen, Rosalie Hale, Mary Alice Brandon, Jasper Hale (brother of Rosalie), Emmett McCartey.

Same ones. Cold ones. What are they? Vampires? (Really?) Doesn’t matter. Wolf raped my daughter.

No further notes continued in this vein. Instead I found letters. Letter from Captain Walsh. My captain in New York. Then printed Emails. Emails about me. Charlie had been keeping track of me through my captain. He knew about Dani. He always knew. He knew about my cases. He asked about my moods. He knew about the investigation into police brutality.

Emails between himself and a therapist name Dr. Deborah Chandler. He asked her how to talk to a rape victim. What psychological traits a victim would possess. Especially someone physically scarred.

She told him not to press. Only talk about what the victim wanted to talk about. What about child? Do not ask if she doesn’t want to talk about it.

He knew. He knew this whole time I was raped and had a child. He knew.

Next were DNA reports from 10 years ago. Sam Uley, Paul and Jacob. How did he get their DNA? Two years ago. Comparative DNA reports. Of same men. No major changes.

Magic? Bullshit. Maybe. How to kill? Silver?

Below that…

Fuck it. Cut his fucking head off. Kill them all if they know.

At least me and Dad were of the same opinion on that.

The last page. A list of names.

Ephraim, Levi, Joshua, Paul, Quil, Embry (*) Jacob, Sam… what am I missing?

Then the last sentence. On the top page. The last thing he wrote.

Got him.

“Your father figured out who raped you Isabella.” Master Aro said quietly.

“Yep. Don’t suppose he could have written it down for us.”

“No worries dear. We will. As a last resort we invade La Push and I have my way with them. The bastard, one or all, will be ours. Go home. I will burn these. Go be with your daughter. Relax. You will have a suicide to investigate in the morning and a warrant to procure. We have much to do Bella. When we leave here, this area will never forget you were here.”

“Thank you Master.” I told him gratefully. I had panicked when I saw what Charlie knew. But he was right. It would be fine. We were in control. We were always in control.

“In two days. Two days we visit the Cullen’s. Are you sure you are up for it?”

“Yes Master. I feel it is long overdue.”

I expected to see them as an immortal. Fuck it.

I am an immortal.

Dani POV

What a fucking mess my life is. I swear to God. What the fuck? Okay, I ran away from the other side of the country. I get it. I was bad. I probably went too far. But seriously? My Mom arrives in a helicopter, beats the hell out of me, tells me I am a product of rape, threatens me with imprisonment, brings me to a house with brain splatter on the floor, has a panic attack like I haven’t seen in years, a weird lady who could pass for a super model walks in out of fucking nowhere and sends me to my room, then she disappears and I go out to help my mother who promptly jumps my ass for basically helping her and steals my shit.

Most of my shit. I wasn’t stupid enough to give her everything. That was the reason I could deal with all this weird shit so well. I kicked back in this uncomfortable rocking chair by the window and lit up after re rolling my cig with a bit of bud. Hydro. Primo stuff.

Damn it rained a lot here. I would have hell with my hair.

My father raped my mother.

My mother was here to kill my father.

I was born from an act of violence. She didn’t want to be a mother.

Don’t think about it.

I needed a place to hide my shit. Mom would be searching my room. If she could manage to come in here without passing out. Course now that she had 80% of my weed she probably won’t have an issue coming in here.

I love her but she is a bigger pill popper and pot head than I am. At home I hid my stash in a hole in the floor of the apartment I hollowed out when I was 13 under my bed. I needed to find a place here. Somebody had to sell around High School, even a backwoods hick town like this.

I searched the floorboards. Old school. I could get a hammer from around here and start pulling one up. I bet there was a solid floor under here. Probably plywood. Amazing how drugs can make you a carpenter. I make incredible bongs as well. I can’t believe that bitch art teacher failed my project in arts and crafts. Some bitches have no respect for art.

Here. Holy shit. This one is already loose. Did I find Mom’s secret stash hiding place in High School?

The board came up easily enough. I looked inside and saw… nothing. An empty envelope. What the hell was an empty envelope doing here? Mom had something in here at one point. I guess maybe grandpa found it. Was she keeping old love letters? Regardless my shit fit in fine. Maybe I should explore the rest of the house. I think I will start with her room. I suppose it is Grandpa and that Sue lady’s room really.

I strolled around, seeing nothing out of the norm. I checked his bookshelves. Mom would be hiding drugs in here. I guarantee it. She may have told me no drugs but I doubt she would hold herself to the same standard. If I found where she would keep hers I was totally in the win. I figured her spot out in New York easy enough. She never changed. Mom was a traditionalist when it came to her high. She preferred her closet. Top in a shoe box. She hadn’t unpacked much but I would bet she put my stash somewhere.

I went straight to the closet and padded around on the top where the shoes were. I noticed her boots were on the floor. Sneakers too. Still maybe…

Bingo. A box in the very back.

Unfortunately when I pulled it out I could tell it was not drugs. It was a shoe box with dust over the cover. Not Mom’s. I opened it and found a book. A simple black book with no title. Why was this hidden? There was also a photo. Mom and some really preppy looking people. Pale. She was being held by some guy with wild hair. Looked pretty hot if you were into the pretty boy type. I’ve done those types before. One of them cried after and said he loved me. I told him to get the fuck out.

Something else. Plane tickets? Round trip to Jacksonville. Looks like they were never used. Strange. Wonder what that is all about. Maybe this book could answer some questions. I opened it and saw it was a handwritten journal. The writing was a bit messy but I could make it out.

This is my recordings and thoughts on the search for the motherfucker who harmed my daughter. My name is Charlie Swan and I swear I will find and kill the bastard who raped and scarred her, whether he is werewolf, vampire or human. He will die slowly.

Oh my God.

Vampires? Werewolves? What the fuck? Mom was attacked by a man. She was raped and injured by a man…

“Dani?”

Oh fuck, she is home.

I had to read this book. I don’t know if he had lost his mind before he was shot or what but the date was 6 years ago. I had to read this. Mom would take it and never let me see it. I know it.

I ran quietly to my room, pulled up the floorboard and placed the book, plane tickets and photo underneath.

“Dani!?”

“Here Mom!”

I listened to her feet climb the stairs and noted the relieved look on her face when she saw me. Oh my God.

“Mom? What the hell have you been doing?” God that stunk.

“I was at work. Your grandmother is still freaking out about me being here. I had to get you registered for school. You start tomorrow by the way.”

“Tomorrow? On a Wednesday? Can’t I wait till Monday?”

“No. You can’t. Get ready for bed. Take a shower.”

“You need to take a shower.” I mumbled.

“What did you say?” Damn it. She was pissed.

“I didn’t mean anything. Just… I don’t know, maybe it’s the bloodstain downstairs. I just figured you were around a body or something.”

“Why?” Mom asked quickly.

“It smells like something is dead. I mean not that I know what that smells like but it just smells… wrong. Decayed or something but sweet. Too sweet. I don’t know. I didn’t smell it till you walked up here. Never mind. I’ll take a…”

Mom walked up quickly and placed her hand on my forehead.

“What the hell Mom?”

“You feeling okay Dani? You don’t feel warm but have you felt like you had fever or anything?”

“No. I feel fine.”

“I’ll take a shower.” Mom said quickly and was off to the bathroom. Thank God. The closer she got the stronger the smell was. I would wait till she fell asleep. Then that book and I had a date. I may never speak to my grandfather but at least I can know what he was thinking.

I showered after Mom did. Of course there was no hot water because she stayed in for thirty minutes and this hot water heater isn’t up to the standards of ours in New York. I quickly got out before I froze my ass off. I needed to figure out what I would wear to school tomorrow. First impressions are important when you want to announce the presence of a new top bitch.

I walked towards my room but stopped when I heard my Mom’s voice. She was whispering.

“Mom? You say something?”

I stepped near the door. Oh my God that smell was stronger in her room. Even through the door. It wasn’t there when I was in earlier.

“Fine. Go to sleep. I love you.” She said clearly. The bed creaked. Feet hit the floor.

“I love you too Mom.”

I hurried to my room. I needed a cigarette and needed to get away from that smell. After school, Mom and I would be having a serious discussion about whatever shit she was taking now. Or smoking. Hopefully she wasn’t free basing. That was not cool. We have our limits.

Sam POV

“Talk about leeches? Who the hell do you think brought them? She is here to find the father of her child. She has been in league with leeches since she left us 16 years ago probably. I want to know now, who is the father.”

I raised my handgun to emphasize my point.

“Wait. What do you mean? The virgin doesn’t know who her baby daddy is? Are you fucking kidding?” Paul laughed.

“Sam put the fucking gun away before you shoot yourself accidentally. You aren’t shooting anyone. What the hell do you care anyway? How do we know it isn’t your kid?” Embry asked.

“And why the fuck is Swan friends with fucking leeches again? Seriously? Who the fuck are these guys Sam?” Quil asked.

“Who is the father? Jake? You’re awfully quiet.” I asked, ignoring Quil.

“Fuck you Sam.” Jake responded.

“Damn Sam, you gonna shoot us for not being the Dad? She was drunk the last night she was here, fucked one of us and took off. Had a kid. What’s with the gun?” Seth asked.

“I think I can answer that.”

The door opened and everyone froze. Oh shit. This was not good.

“What are you… get the fuck out!” Jake yelled. “Your kind is not allo…”

The leech moved so quickly none of us could see him. We saw Jake hit the ground though. Then the leech was in a seat at the head of the Tribal council table.

“My name is Caius. I hate suspense and I don’t imagine any of you have an overabundance of intelligence so I am here to explain some things. Have a seat.”

“We are…” I started.

“My wife is currently outside one of your homes. Watching a loved one. Is it your wife Emily, Sam Uley? Or your two sons? Perhaps your mother Quil? Seth, your mother is off limits since she is Charlie Swan’s wife but your sister Leah certainly isn’t. She is at her house at this moment. Brady and Colin you really have no one, do you? Not since your grandmother died. But Dana and Tiffany are the only women desperate enough to have sex with you at the moment. I doubt you would want to try to find new sexual partners. They are both freebasing cocaine at your home right now, correct? Jacob I doubt you care much for the poor imitation of my daughter you have married but your father is at home correct? Also one of your sisters lives in Forks? My wife isn’t there but as Quil pointed out, many of my family are. Your children are there as well Paul LaHote. I don’t know if you truly care for anything in this world but I would hope you have some care for your namesake. You may even love your ex wife. She did after all leave you from what I have found out and not vice versa. Embry since you have no idea who your father is after all this time, I am afraid we will have to wonder if she is outside your mother’s home. You ate there tonight correct? Spaghetti? She is washing dishes I would wager at the moment. If any of you attempt to do anything stupid I merely have to say the word. Our hearing is very good. Better than yours used to be. Make a move and not only do I kill you all, one of your loved ones dies slowly and painfully. I swear it. Now all of you, have a seat now.”

I looked at my gun and placed it back in my waist band. I don’t suppose it would do me much good. I hadn’t planned to actually shoot anyone unless one of them confessed. But…

Why couldn’t I smell him? I needed to phase. The one time in my life I actually needed the spirit of the wolf and it wasn’t there. I looked at my former pack brothers and saw nothing but fear. Paul thought he was hiding it but he was shaking. We were fucked. This fucking leech knew it, judging by the smirk on his pretty boy face.

Jake’s nose was crushed. Blood was all over his shirt. The leech could have killed him. He is playing with us. All of us. I nodded at the others and sat.

Caius POV

“First let me say what an honor it is to be present at a pack meeting. I imagine I am the first one of my kind to be present. I hope you don’t mind me inviting myself but I have heard so much about you I simply couldn’t resist.”

No one said a word. They weren’t very happy. They were actually very afraid. If they were afraid already, the night was going to be very long for them.

“Fine. No greeting. I understand. Let’s get to the point of why Mr. Uley called this meeting. I am Caius as I mentioned. I am one of three kings of the vampire world. One of three heads of the most powerful group of warriors of any species in the history of this planet. Isabella Volturi. My daughter. A human yes but a member of my guard none the less. Soon to be an immortal. A princess of the vampire world already. Her last night in La Push, after driving into a battle you most likely would have lost had she not arrived, was assaulted by a wolf. Not a man. A wolf. This wolf disfigured her body. Mr. Uley knows this. Then this wolf shifted and raped her. Raped her. One of you proud warriors raped her. Disfigured her. Tormented her. Got her with child.”

I looked at their eyes and saw all were looking at each other. Except for Jacob Black who seemed slightly… surprised? No, not surprised. What was that expression? Paul LaHote was looking at the table top. His hands were fidgeting.

Embry looked at Quil who was looking at Seth? Interesting.

“I am going to let you in on a secret. Bella would be turned into a vampire and come to full power in two years. At that time we planned to come back and introduce ourselves to each of you. You see I have a brother who can read every thought you have ever had with just a touch. I have a son who can take away every one of your senses while my brother touches you. It was a simple plan. We find which of you bastards did this, take you to Italy, and torture you for years until Isabella tires of you and ends your miserable existence. If any of you knew of this and did nothing, you too would be killed.”

Their eyes were very large. All eyes were on me now. Perfect.

“Feel free to stop me at any time with questions. I prefer informal meetings when not in Italy. Now, why haven’t we continued with this plan? Simple. One of you, forgive my language, fucked up. You shot Isabella’s father in an attempt to bring her here. I admit I am not sure of the exact motive but I am guessing that had something to do with it. So we have come early. Why not follow the plan? Why isn’t my brother here? A good question, even if you didn’t ask it.

Quite frankly I am annoyed. So is Isabella. So Isabella well figure out who did this to her. It is her right. We of course will help her. If we cannot figure this out, then soon, my brother will be making the rounds so to speak. The point of all this is one way or another, we will find out who did this and who knew about this. That person or persons will be going to Italy. Allow me to explain what you have to look forward to.

Our dungeon is deep underground. Sweltering in the summer and freezing in the winter. We will have a surgeon remove your legs. You will be chained against a wall hanging from your wrists twenty four hours a day while Isabella slowly cuts pieces of your body off. Nothing major. A sliver of muscle here, a toe there. I haven’t gone into great detail with her but I would imagine pieces of your penis will be cut off as well. You will be given just enough sustenance to stay alive for years. We have very good doctors.

Now before you get any ideas of killing yourself that simply will not be allowed. If you kill yourself, we will kill every single living member of your family. Also your fellow pack members.

Now I will give each of you the benefit of the doubt and assume only one of you is guilty and the others did not know. So those not guilty have a chance to help themselves. Each of you will be called to Forks to speak to Isabella. You will answer her questions and help her in any way possible. You will work amongst yourselves to find the perpetrator and turn him in. Now here is a bit of incentive to work quickly and pray she is successful quickly. This was my idea actually because I hate this area and am anxious to get back to civilization. Every week one of you does not turn himself in, we will kill one member of your tribe. It will be someone you know and care about. At the end of four weeks, my brother finds out the truth his way and you all die except for the perpetrator. I believe I have already explained in detail what happens to him.

Now since none of you have taken notes let me simply rehash. Work quickly amongst yourselves to find the rapist and get him to us or everyone dies.

Any questions?”

I sat for a few minutes while they all looked at the table top. It was a lot to take in. I prefer to finish this tonight. Aro wants Isabella to have a chance to end this herself. He says it is important.

“No? No questions?”

Nothing.

“Then I leave with a simple request. I want each of you to try very, very hard to begin phasing again. Why? Two reasons. One I love to kill werewolves. I simply love it. I have been doing it for thousands of years and I have to say it never gets old. It just doesn’t. Two, when you are in our dungeon you will have much more stamina and healing ability, meaning Isabella can torture you over and over again so you can relive the pain every night as she has done every night when she sleeps. Good meeting everyone. You will receive your summons from my daughter one by one starting tomorrow. There will be no rescheduling. Make sure you are there.”

BPOV

“I wish he had taken me Jane. Or at least if Renata was here…”

“The last time you performed a physical shield successfully we nearly had to hospitalize you for the nose bleed that would not stop. Master Aro nearly turned you on the spot for fear of losing you. He thought you had a brain aneurysm.”

“What if they all shift? Why did he go alone?” Master Caius could be so impulsive.

“Bella relax. Master Caius has been killing dogs since they evolved. It brings him so much joy. He will be fine. You need to relax.”

I tried. Jane’s hands on my bare back felt so good. Her coolness and the softness of her touch. We were both broken but didn’t feel so when we were together.

“Jane, Dani smelt vampires on me tonight. I know she did.”

“She was not warm. She may have some characteristics of a wolf but that does not mean she is going to phase Bella. She will be fine.”

“What if she isn’t?”

“Then we will handle it. I promise my love.”

He hands pressed down more firmly. She knew exactly where to touch me. When Jane first met me she told me what they did to her. In that dungeon. The villagers, raped her, one after another while Alec was forced to watch. Master Aro found the two of them as they were being tied to a stake. They were not witches. They were gods. But people then were as violent and ignorant as people now. They were different and for that Jane was raped by many men. She had never touched another person besides hugging her brother before she met me. We talked for a year, every night on the phone. When I visited Volterra I stayed in her room at my request. We learned to touch people again. At least each other. At some point I realized I could not define what she was as easily as the others. Aro, Caius, Marcus, fathers. Demetri, Renata, Chelsea, Heidi, Afton, Demetri, Felix, Alec, siblings. Athenodora and Sulpicia mothers. Jane. Jane was all and more.

I rolled over, my back loose enough for me to lay on. Her lips touched mine and I opened my mouth. So gentle.

“Tomorrow school and your interviews start. A drug raid in the morning. The next day we visit the Cullen’s. We have a busy couple days my Bella. But Dani is asleep and tonight it is just the two of us. Relax.”

Her lips touched my belly button and I closed my eyes and sighed. A night of pleasure. An interlude in the drama of my life. Tomorrow the path to revenge truly started.

I would find who did this and kill them. I had to get Dani out of here soon. I had a feeling. A bad feeling it may be too late. She should not have smelled anything on me. I had to get this done quickly.

If my daughter phased her father could control her every action. I knew in my heart I could not take that chance. If she phased, I would kill them all to ensure none had control over her. I would lose my revenge but she would be safe. Safe from those bastards.

Right now I simply had to relax though.