Jane FanFiction

This is so boring. So repetitive. The Volturi was just getting to boring for me doing the same things over and over again. All I did was stay here in Volterra, then every once in a while, go hunt down a vampire that did something wrong, with the rest of the guard. Don’t get me wrong, Burn vampires is fun, it just gets boring after a while.

I was walking down the hall on my way to Aro at human speed. I finally got to the door, took a unnecessary breath, and walked into the room where Aro was sitting in a chair reading a book. He looked up as I walked in and smiled.

“Hello Jane,” he told me setting his book down on a side table.

“Hello Aro, I need to talk to you,” I replied to him as I stood in front of him.

“Okay,” He said, I looked down at my feet before talking.

“I want to leave the Volturi,” never thought I’d hear those words come out of my mouth. I glanced up to look at Aro to see he was shocked. “Now don’t get me wrong, I love this place, just listen from where I’m coming from,” I paused and he nodded, “It just gets repetitive and boring. All I’m asking is for a vacation for about a decade. I promise to come back, but right now I want to go.”

I waited for his response when he finally spoke. “Okay Jane. Go and leave for a decade, but please keep your promise to come back. You’re an important member of the guard and I don’t think anyone wants you to leave.”

“Don’t worry; I like this place to much to leave forever,” I grinned. With that said I raced to my room at vampire speed. I looked at my room for the last time before I left for ten years.

Everything was so familiar; the black bed lined with red that stayed in the corner for a prop. Beside the bed was a desk with a computer on it. My dresser with all my clothes in it was across from the end of the bed. Then there was my closest with my cloak and normal jackets. The room was black with a little circle window in the ceiling.

It has been this way since I joined the Volturi; the only thing changed was that I got a computer after the invented them and upgraded it over the years.

I grabbed some of my clothes and a jacket and threw it into a little hand bag.

I took a tiny key out of the drawer of my desk, got a piece of string, and laced the key onto it making a necklace.  I stepped out of the room, and with my key, locked the door. I tied it around my neck and left the Volturi hoping the next time I saw them was in ten years when I came back.