Jojo's Mansion...
In the dimly lit lounge of Jojo's mansion, the air was still—
too still.
The only sound came from Sara, Jojo's AI assistant, as she calmly played the live audio feed from the hidden receiver Alice had slipped into her jacket before leaving.
Carlisle's voice came through, steady and cautious.
Alice's warnings were clear.
The Volturi were baiting them.
Jojo leaned back in the armchair, his eyes half-lidded but glowing faintly with restrained fury.
A little smoke escaped from his mouth as if it sensed his rising agitation.
Rosalie sat next to him, arms folded.
She was trying hard not to explode.
Bella, a bit pale but calm, gently cradled her belly—
her unborn child stirring lightly inside as if reacting to the tension.
And Inadu…
She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him closely.
She could feel it—
His anger was no longer simmering.
It was boiling just beneath the surface.
When Alice's final words played through Sara's speakers—
"Jojo will make his move…"
—Silence hung thick in the room.
"____"
"____"
Rosalie broke it.
"You heard that. There is a high chance they would make a move on humans."
Jojo's voice was quiet, yet firm.
"Good. Let them."
Freya raised an eyebrow.
"You're not seriously planning to take the bait?"
"Not yet,"
Jojo replied, standing slowly.
"But if one innocent gets hurt—if even one Volturi lays a finger on someone outside their twisted games..."
His fists clenched, the faint crackle of Hellfire answering his rage.
"Then I won't just make a move. I'll burn their path to Forks into ash."
Sara chimed in gently,
"Would you like me to monitor Volturi movement and initiate contingency Alpha?"
"Do it,"
Jojo said coldly.
"No more waiting in the shadows. If they want to test my patience by trying to lie on a innocent human... then they'll learn why the Devil doesn't knock—he walks in."
DMC Headquarters...
Buzz~
"____"
Freya's communicator buzzed faintly in her coat pocket as she walked alongside Lorraine.
As she showcased the Headquarters.
When they were about to sit and enjoy a hot coffee to discuss and explain everything to her in detail, the communicator buzzed.
When she saw Jojo's name flash on the screen.
With a gesture for Lorraine to pause, Freya answered the call.
"Jojo?"
She said.
"What's going on?"
Jojo's voice came through steady and serious.
"Bring Lorraine back. Now."
Freya blinked.
"Did something happen?"
"The Volturi have visited the Cullens. But they haven't done anything yet, but they're probing. I want everyone close. That includes Lorraine and her daughter."
There was a brief silence.
Freya looked to Lorraine, who had heard the gist of the conversation.
The woman gave a small nod, already understanding.
Nod~
"We'll be back in fifteen,"
Freya replied.
Jojo ended the call with a firm,
"Good."
Pocketing the device, Freya turned to Lorraine.
"Change of plans. We're heading back."
Jojo's Mansion...
As Freya stepped back into Jojo's mansion, the air was noticeably more tense than before.
Rosalie and Alice were in the living room, deep in hushed conversation, while Bella sat with Inadu, nervously holding her belly.
Jojo stood by the window, arms crossed, eyes narrowed—
Watching the edge of the forest like he was expecting something to crawl out of it.
Sara, the mansion's AI, greeted Freya with a calm,
"Welcome back, Freya. Updating you now."
Replaying the audio conversation during Volturi's visit to the Cullens, their veiled threats, and Alice's dire warning.
By the time the update finished, Freya's expression had darkened.
"So they really came sniffing around,"
She muttered.
"And there is a high chance they might feed on humans and kill them."
Jojo gave a single nod.
Nod~
"They're testing us. And I don't plan to wait until they cross a line."
Meanwhile, Lorraine made her way quietly down the hall and gently pushed open the door to her daughter's room.
Inside, Judy was sprawled out on a beanbag, clutching a controller, her eyes glued to the screen where an animated fox character was leaping across a fantasy landscape.
Hearing the door, Judy paused the game and turned with a wide smile.
"Mom! You're back!"
Lorraine laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing just a bit as she stepped inside and sat beside her daughter.
"Yeah, sweetie. This place is… a lot. But we're safe here. That's what matters."
As Judy excitedly resumed her game, blissfully unaware of the supernatural tension crackling through the mansion's walls, Lorraine watched her.
After catching Freya up and ensuring Lorraine and Judy were settled,
Jojo excused himself with a tired sigh and made his way to his room.
Sigh~
The long days of travel, confrontation with Bathsheba, and now the delicate Volturi situation had finally caught up to him.
As he entered his room, the lights dimmed automatically to a soft amber hue, and a gentle hum of ambient music began playing—
Sara's doing, always sensing when he needed to wind down.
He tossed his jacket onto the armchair, unfastened the top buttons of his shirt, and sank onto the bed.
The mattress moulded perfectly to his form, offering comfort he didn't realise he needed.
Lying his head against the pillow, he exhaled slowly.
Just before his eyes closed, he muttered,
"Sara… no interruptions unless it's an emergency."
Sara's voice responded gently,
"Understood, Jojo. Rest well."
Fork's woods...
Deep in the shadowy expanse of the Forks forest, far from any human paths, the five cloaked Volturi emissaries stood in a small clearing surrounded by tall trees.
The fading sunlight filtered dimly through the thick canopy above, casting eerie patterns on the forest floor.
The group had set up a small temporary encampment.
They stood in a circle, their crimson eyes glowing faintly beneath their hoods, tension thick in the air.
"The Cullens were too calm,"
muttered one of the men with a deep voice.
"Almost rehearsed. Something is being hidden."
"They're always hiding something."
scoffed the other male, flicking a dead leaf from his robe.
"Vegans with secrets. Pathetic."
Then, one of the women—
a tall, slender figure with pale silver-blonde hair barely visible beneath her hood—
stepped forward.
Her expression was unreadable, but her tone carried certainty.
"I smelled a human,"
She said flatly.
"Faint, but fresh. They tried to mask it… But the scent clung to the walls, especially near the upper floor."
The others immediately went silent.
"You're sure?"
The first man asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I've never been wrong,"
She replied.
That earned her a slow nod from the second female Volturi.
"So, they are hiding someone. Perhaps someone important… or dangerous."
The group exchanged glances, clearly understanding the implications.
If the Cullens were sheltering a human—
especially if they have a relationship with one—
Aro would not like it.
The leader among them finally spoke, his voice calm and cold.
"We'll report what we've seen and sensed. But until Aro gives further orders, we observe—closely. If they slip… we act."
His companions nodded, and as the wind rustled through the trees, their cloaks fluttered like shadows dissolving into the night.
Night Arrives...
Outside the quiet, dimly lit café—
It's neon "Open" sign now flickering as the staff began cleaning up—
A young couple stepped out, hand in hand, laughter bubbling between them.
In a simple denim jacket, the girl leaned her head briefly on her boyfriend's shoulder as they made their way toward a black bike parked under the nearby streetlight.
Their smiles spoke of innocence and the simple joy of a date night.
As the boyfriend reached out and inserted the key into the ignition, a pale hand with slender fingers calmly pressed over his and twisted the key back to "off."
"____"
Startled, he looked up—
only to be caught in the dazzling gaze of a stunning woman with a porcelain complexion and crimson eyes that shimmered faintly under the streetlamp.
Her beauty was almost ethereal, the kind that could silence a room.
The man blinked, momentarily entranced.
"Such a lovely night for a ride,"
She purred, her voice like velvet.
"Mind if I join?"
The girlfriend's smile instantly vanished, replaced with suspicion and irritation.
"____"
"Hey!"
She said sharply, stepping in between them.
"We're in the middle of something."
The man gave a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck, trying not to look too obvious.
Hehe~
"Uh… yeah, sorry, we're just heading home."
But just as he turned the key again—
click—
It was twisted off once more.
On the other hand, larger this time, rested firmly on his shoulder.
"____"
The boyfriend turned slowly, his pulse quickening.
A man now stood beside the woman, his expression playful, almost goofy, with a teasing grin.
"Aww,"
He said with exaggerated disappointment.
"Running away already? That's rude."
From the shadows behind them, three more figures emerged—
cloaked and hooded like wraiths.
Their red eyes gleamed as they silently closed in, forming a half-circle around the couple.
"Oh dear,"
One of them—
The tallest man—
Murmured mockingly, eyeing the frightened couple.
"Seems your charms didn't work, vixen. But don't worry… they'll still make a fine snack."
"No!"
The girlfriend shouted, grabbing her boyfriend's arm and trying to back away.
But it was too late.
The Volturi agents, despite Carlisle's clear warning and the fragile peace negotiated earlier, had decided to act.
Whether out of arrogance, hunger, or cruelty—
It didn't matter.
They had chosen violence.
Jojo's Mansion...
The night air outside Jojo's mansion was crisp, carrying a whisper of wind that stirred the trees gently.
Inside, the dim glow of ambient lights illuminated the modern interior, serene and still—
Except for one room.
Jojo's eyes snapped open, no longer warm or relaxed, but sharp—
Cold as steel.
"____"
The remnants of his vision still lingered in his mind:
A cry for help, the glint of crimson eyes, the shiver of fear in a human heart.
He sat up immediately.
Freya lay peacefully beside him, her breath slow and calm.
It was her night to stay with him, and when he'd drifted off earlier, she had slipped beside him without waking him.
Jojo took a moment, eyes softening for just a heartbeat as he looked at her, then stood, silent and deliberate.
He grabbed his jacket from the nearby stand and pulled it on in one swift motion.
Just as he turned,
Sara's voice echoed softly through the AI intercom system embedded in the walls.
"Jojo. I was about to wake you. There's a disturbance near the old café on the outskirts of Forks."
"A couple is being surrounded by what appears to be a group in cloaks… matching the Volturi description. Facial recognition from Alice's discreet recordings during the prior visit confirms at least three possible Volturi agents."
Jojo didn't flinch.
"____"
"They're dragging the couple into the woods."
Sara continued.
"I know,"
Jojo cut her off, voice low and deadly calm.
"I saw it already."
He walked toward the door, his footsteps eerily quiet, but each one filled with weight and purpose.
As he opened the door, the AI's soft voice followed him:
"Shall I notify the others?"
"No,"
Jojo replied, stepping into the night.
"I'll handle it."
The door closed behind him with a quiet click.
Click~
The hunter had awakened—
And the Volturi had just made their biggest mistake.
Freya stirred, eyes fluttering open.
The bed beside her was empty—
still faintly warm where Jojo had been lying just a minute ago.
"____"
Her eyes sharpened instantly, narrowing with alert suspicion.
She sat up and looked toward the slightly ajar door, the air still humming with Jojo's presence.
"Sara,"
Freya said, voice groggy but already taut with tension,
"Where did Jojo go?"
Sara's voice replied calmly through the intercom, but the words carried weight.
"He received a vision and woke up abruptly. I confirmed a suspicious incident near the old café—two humans being cornered and dragged into the woods by individuals resembling Volturi agents. Jojo left immediately."
Freya blinked once.
Then she let out a sharp breath.
"Bloody Volturi. Can't even let me have one peaceful night with my man,"
She muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
Her fingers snatched up her phone from the bedside table, dialling quickly.
It rang only once before Rosalie's voice answered, sharp and already wary.
"Freya? What's wrong?"
"Trouble,"
Freya said bluntly, already walking toward her gear.
"Jojo's gone after a group of Volturi goons trying to feed on humans near the café. Sara confirmed it. They're dragging a couple into the woods."
A pause.
"____"
"Damn it,"
Rosalie cursed.
"We told them not to—"
She stopped herself.
"Alice and I are still at our Coven house. I'll inform the others."
"Freya—keep Bella safe. She's under Jojo's roof for a reason. If things go sideways, we can't risk her being anywhere else."
Freya's eyes flicked toward Bella's room, a moment of instinctive protectiveness flaring in her chest.
"____"
"Understood,"
She replied curtly, just as a deep, thunderous VROOOM ripped through the silence of the night.
VROOOM~
The walls of the mansion trembled faintly, the ground outside shuddering under the sudden roar of power.
Freya moved to the window, her gaze snapping toward the courtyard below.
There it was.
Jojo's bike—
blackened chrome, scorched in symbols of flame and bone—
Revving violently in place, tires churning but not moving, spitting out black smoke that curled unnaturally toward the sky.
It hadn't been used for some time, but now it howled like an angry beast awakened from slumber.
And atop it sat Jojo—
no longer himself.
A skeletal visage cloaked in fire and darkness.
The Ghost Rider had returned.
His hollow eyes burned with blue-tinged hellfire as he leaned slightly forward.
From beneath the fire-forged helmet, a long, sharp whistle cut the air.
"Biffer!"
Far inside the house, past silent rooms, two skeletal figures stood still in a secluded chamber like museum exhibits.
One was Biffer, the skeletal dog.
The other—
a horse—
stood beside him, unmoving.
Then… a spark.
In Biffer's empty sockets, flickers of crimson flame ignited.
With a sudden burst of smoke and flame, the bones reassembled with unholy energy, reshaping into the fearsome, flaming form of a hellhound.
The room trembled with his awakening.
BARK!
The door unlocked itself with a hiss—
Sara had already opened it.
With paws of flame, Biffer bolted down the hall and leapt through the open frame, leaving smouldering prints in his wake.
Jojo let out a distorted laugh—
HAHAHA~
low, guttural, and echoing like death itself—
As Biffer dashed to his side.
Without a word, he twisted the throttle.
The bike shrieked, then shot forward like a demon let loose, trailing fire that faded into the air almost instantly—
controlled, deadly, precise.
Into the woods they rode, rider and hound—
justice and fury bound in flame.
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