How would you/ Twilight, Volturi
How the story continues P1
Aro; Caius; Marcus Masterlist +how did you
( Info: Sorry for the late timing. I am arriving with the new part of the How would you : Twilight Volturi series. About the names, please feel free to imagine your name into the story, i only found names for them because to me its strange to me to call them Y/N. Also, i have important question to ask you. Should i add a they/them pov for the stories where the story allows it? )
Aro Volterra
For Penelope, who was accustomed to freedom, fresh air, and the freedom of the hunt, a single split second became a turning point. The sea, the smog and noise of the big cities, and the scent of rain were replaced by echoing halls, dust, and military order and discipline. As a vampire, Penelope couldn’t say she was frightened by the echoes, but a sense of unease reigned in her hardened heart. Every time she was allowed to step out of the confines of her quarters for a short time even with Aro’s permission, into the Volturi’s inner garden. If she was lucky, she could safely enjoy the warmth of the sun there. Since her transformation, the sun had always filled her with fear, but now, thanks to Aro, her former joy of life had returned. With this, Penelope received permission not to spend her days and weeks locked away in the tower.
Although the situation was negative for Penelope, her instincts, which kept her by Aro’s side, wouldn’t let her even consider planning an escape.
Penelope’s entire being feared loneliness more than the strict, and perhaps even the word “ruthless” would be too weak to describe the vampire royalty and police, the Volturi.
Penelope was no longer a newborn, but her skin was still just as sensitive. She had long since given up on her hair, but the wind reached her Volturi-style clothing as well, ruffling it. The young vampire held the book in her hand, but she could only read a few lines from it during the hour. Snippets of conversation coming from the other side of the high castle wall distracted her several times. The young people’s conversation opened up a whole new dimension for her, where survival was not a reality. She learned many new stories, including details about how the local pubs, concerts , about popular performers, some big some small. Thes mentioned the group’s daily life,.
She liked the information curiously. and with excitement. As far as Penelope was concerned, it wasn’t just a few thick walls that separated them. If her heart could beat, it would soften and grew a bit jealous too. Despite all Penelope efforts, she couldn’t remember much about her life before the bite. All her memories have faded from in her head. Only leaving only emotions burned into her bones, feelings she can build upon. but never support her.
Penelope already noticed the arrival of another person just in time, as the wind ruffled his black shirt and raven hair. However, Penelope did not lift her gaze to Aro until the man was already close to her. Her lips was trembling, causing her to press her mouth shut, yet she still accepted the man’s outstretched hand.
Moments later, she felt the cold, probing fingers in her mind. It was slowly becoming a routine for Aro to carefully scan her thoughts from time to time. At first, Penelope was afraid of this now-habitual event, but afterward, the man’s mood always improved. The time she spent in the fresh air also increased, and, unusually, Aro was talking more and more about various topics, even dates, opening up. . Which stood in sharp contrast to her confinement in the tower.
– You were gone a long time…– He whispers in her ear as he leans close to her. The rings were already on his hands, and the Volturi ruby necklace was already hanging around his neck. Penelope had a feeling that the courtroom doors would soon be shut. The towers were far from the great hall, so Penelope could barely hear anything. The clan had built the castle with security as the masters were top priority. On the other hand, to ensure that escape would be impossible, even for vampires.
– It’s a sin to miss out on a weather like this. – Penelope replied, finally raising her gaze to Aro’s face. Like her own, Aro’s eyes burned with a dark red shade. Thanks to the previous day’s feast, hunger did not fill their bodies. His much paler skin created a much greater contrast than hers.
Contrary to her words, Penelope stood up anyway. Aro’s hand slid over her back, but he was not applying any pressure. – Back to the cell?– Penelope asked, her voice barely audible. She didn’t need to look back over her shoulder to know that her words hadn’t brought a smile onto the faces of her guards. – That is the safest place for the queen. – Aro’s patience hadn’t waned; only the corner of his mouth trembled. – You’re not ready. – He added as he escorted her back to the tower room. They didn’t walk past the great hall, but the heightened security was noticeable even in the distant corridors. Penelope’s throat was tightened at the sight of the preparations.
– What if I were?– She asked back, but her gaze did not meet the pair of red eyes. The renewed curiosity in her voice was to Aro’s liking.
– As my queen, there’s no question about it.– Aro ended the conversation. Penelope had known for a long time that Aro wanted her to be safe and hidden away. Hidden from the world, if not entirely in secret, then at least in the shadows. As she walked through one of the main hallways, a faint sound caught Penelope’s attention, making her to lift her head toward the desk pushed into the corner and slow her walk. Contrary to Aro’s words, the secretary had not yet retreated to the safe room for the duration of the judge..
The another suprise, that instead of the older blonde woman, a young woman with black hair stands behind the computer. A few days earlier, the blonde secretary was the one who had delivered the paint and charcoal set to Penelope, but now not even a trace of her scent reaches Penelope’s nose. The woman stood with her back straight and stiff, as one would expect of a human, and greeted them with a nervous smile. Aside from Penelope, none of them gave any sign that they had paid her even a shred of attention. The pity building in her dark brown eyes reinforced Penelope’s own position in her mind. She had learned that people often approached vampires with a painful confidence.
– There’s no need for you to learn her name. – Aro was noticing Penelope’s hesitation as they walk up the spiral staircase. His palm didn’t touch her skin directly, so Penelope couldn’t tell if he had truly figured her out. The bodyguards had fallen behind them in the process, slowly leaving only the two of them. Penelope opened the heavy wooden door, but Aro closed it behind him. Several packages were lay scattered across both the bed and the desk. Penelope opened just one package and tossed the cardboard box into the trash after taking out the special decorated books.
The spacious bedroom lacked nothing, and as Penelope ran her fingers over an unopened jewelry box, Aro pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
– I won’t keep you waiting. – He murmured into her hair. His old Italian accent sent a shiver down Penelope’s spine, she had to took a deep breath. For a moment, she watched as the door closed and his bodyguards took their places in front of it, but she didn’t give the thought any more time. Being a vampire had taken countless things from her. Her human memories, aging, changing, and carefree fun, but it had given her time and pain. . Time she could spend counting the unevenness of the ceiling or actively filling her hours. Instead of studying languages and art, she now surrounded herself with books in the armchair, enough to keep her occupied for a few hours. It was already too late to go out.
Marcus
Italy
Marcus spent days away from Leana. If his self-control had held out, this period could have been much longer. Not even his thousand years of experience and his memories of Didyme were enough to make him selflessly allow the mortal to live her short yet almost limitless life.
His first step was to find out where Leana was staying after a full day of surveillance. Since Leana enjoyed visiting various historical sites, it wasn’t hard to find her, which both simplified his plans and filled him with a different kind of excitement.
The travel journal left at the hotel filled in the remaining gaps. Now Marcus could make his plans. They met again at the foot of the historic library’s ruins, after Marcus had taken care to prepare himself properly for the hours spent among people. Whether intentionally or not, Leana took the final step by making a louder remark at the scene. This gave the most aloof of the Volturi the opportunity to approach, which later developed into a deeper conversation. Marcus was careful to keep the topics within safe limits. Like most people, he didn’t find this unusual. Most of the conversation was about history, so it was almost inevitable that they would discuss Leana’s next stops, which Marcus had already committed to memory earlier. So he offered to take her on another sightseeing tour.
At first, Marcus had only planned a few occasions to spend time near his singer. He tried to convince himself that a few breaths of fresh air were enough for his cursed existence. The plan evolved as their relationship grew stronger, until there was no other option for Marcus. Marcus Volturi wasn’t as human-friendly as the Olympian clan, nor as pure as Didyme. Nor was he driven by curiosity like Aro.
– I hope you’ll forgive me.– The man whispered, clutching the engagement ring in his hand. His red gaze darted to the painting on the wall before he closed the door behind him. He took the black cloak and Santiago waiting in the hallway. – Find Dimitri. I’m heading out.– Marcus gave the order before setting off. The tracker will be a valuable asset to Marcus in keeping his plans secret and reinforcing his intentions regarding the girl and their future.
He didn’t rush, but only slowing his pace to match the tracker’s when he reached the Volturi’s gates. Marcus was preparing for a long journey, but to avoid arousing suspicion, he couldn’t go alone. Partly for their safety, and partly because Aro felt much safer that way. And in the Volturi’s existence, that was the most important thing.
Leana’s diary revealed where she would be staying, which gave the thousand-year-old vampire a few steps forward and minutes to hunt before her. In an instant, he completely drained his victim of blood and disposed of the body.
His eyes was burning red as he snapped the door lock off with a single motion. Marcus merely glanced at Demetri out of the corner of his eye.
– Stay. – His voice was softer as he addressed the younger vampire in Italian. He has to do the next part yourself. He successfully kept the beast locked deep within his soul behind bars, a beast that could not bear to have anyone else near him. A growl and the monster would erupt from his chest if he sensed Demetri near his singer. It also added to his mood that Leana would remain a mortal for a short while longer, then become a newborn and bound to him.
Even the size of the hotel room offended Marcus’s good taste. It was like a kick to his eyes. it stood in stark contrast to the beauty values of the Volturi clan, built up over centuries. Soon, Leana wouldn’t have to see any of this either. The room was empty and small enough that the sound of running water filled the entire space. The man could hear Leana’s every move from the bathroom, even the slight mumbling too. His imagination had been dry for decades, but now Marcus was feeling its effects, what, for once, weren’t tied to blood. Ever since Marcus had met Leana, he’d started noticing all sorts of little things. Even things that hadn’t even crossed his mind before. Freedom and life outside the Volturi, too.
His thoughts strayed down the wrong path several times, but everything stopped when Leana finally stepped out of the bathroom. Steam poured out the door immediately, even swirling around Leana’s body.
Marcus couldn’t wait for Leana to notice him in the dark, and he used his speed as an advantage.. While covering her eyes and mouth with one hand, he used the other to stop her tentative struggles until his teeth sank completely into her neck. Her blood was sweet, tempting, and his venom flowed easily into her soft flesh. His instincts formed a high, impenetrable wall. In a split second, Leana’s defiance vanished as she went limp in Marcus’s arms like a rag doll. He kept his mouth pressed against her neck for a few more seconds to ensure enough poison spread through her veins, to her heart.
It didn’t take long for Leana’s legs to give way and for her to collapse forward. The combined effects of fear and poison were too much for Leana.
Caius
For the college student, the day of the attack was the one that wiped out all her plans and visions for the future. Pinched against the wall, Trissa tried to make herself invisible in the blond man’s eyes, holding her breath, but those red eyes found her. She know that she should have scream, to be lod or something, even run the her feet was heavy.
She saw how the blond man had finished off her attacker, who now lay on the ground like a rag doll. And now, in the darker part of the city, the man approached her, then his fingers clamped onto Trissa’s forearm, pulling her to her feet and beginning to drag her along. A growl escaped his mouth, but Trissa didn’t understand. Her mind couldn’t process the next few moments as well as her face turned pale..
Her phone and bag remained on the ground as Trissa was dragged through the dark areas. Somehow fully in darkness. Her gaze fell on the figures walking behind them, also wrapped in cloaks, but their faces were hidden by the fabric.
– Move!– He snapped at Trissa. His voice betrayed his irritation that Trissa had stumbled several times and couldn’t move fast enough. So much so that the next time she stumbled, instead of catching her by the feet, the red eyed man scooped her up into his arms. The movement was so fast it blurred in her eyes.
Trissa’s stomach churned. A muffled little sound was all Trissa could manage. Her stomach churned, and her hands automatically clung to the man’s shirt and his upper arm. Her fingertips turned completely white, but that didn’t bother the blond man. Shadows played across his face as Trissa’s eyes took in nothing, or very little, of their surroundings.
The man paid no mind to the whimpering sounds escaping from Trissa’s throat. Nor was he particularly shaken when he threw Trissa straight onto the bed what was covered in red silk. The mortal’s eyes still did not open, but the sight of her lying on her back in a softly lit room had a powerful effect on him. – No! – It burst from Trissa throat as she managed to find her voice when the red-eyed man grabbed her by the arm and used a piece of silk as a makeshift restraint to bind her hands. Her blood circulation was barely enough to keep her hands from turning white.
At first, Trissa’s entire range of movement was limited to the bed and the bathroom. Caius, the man, initially forced her to change the sheets every single day, sometimes every two day. During her first shower, Trissa had to press herself against the wall of the stall, using a towel she could get her hands on to cover herself. Her face flushed, and she was sure her heartbeat was fast to.
The vampire didn’t let it bother him, because he simply walked in, with the clothes in hand and tossing it into the corner of the bathroom, getting her own ones.. Trissa was sure she would never see those clothes again, even though a quick wash would have been all it needed.
She had to look away when she saw what Caius had laid out. The dress fit much better into the man’s wardrobe than into hers in question of style. There was embroidery at the bottom of the fabric that was hard to make out, but the whole thing was made of black silk. Trissa also found a tiny ruby that could be attached to her dress neckline. The mortal’s eyes didn’t notice the tiny paint stain on the dress, which Caius might have caused. With no other option, she had to put on the only dress left in the room. As soon as Trissa picked up the fabric, she was expecting it to smell like dust. She didn't expected that it didn’t detect anything causing Trissa was particularly pleased about. She had to bite her lip as the fabric clung to her body a few moments later.. It was a bit more uncomfortable because her body wasn’t completely dry yet. The heavy, thick metal on her wrist made it much harder to move. But nothing compared to sleeping problems while a man was watching every breath she took, and a metal on her wrist too.
Caius had only returned hours later, but instead of his usual black cloak and fancy shirt, he was wearing only a simple silk shirt. The contrast between the black clothing and his vivid red gaze further enhanced the effect. Trissa, who had been preparing to sleep, felt her breath catch in her throat as a cold sweat ran down her spine.
– Come. – The blond man stated, without so much as a greeting. He didn’t wait for Trissa to respond, instead, grabbing the chain, he pulled her closer. Trissa could have gotten used to not receiving answers or explicit information regarding certain matters, but even after days, she hadn’t learned much about her captor or the entire system that delivered food to the desk twice a day.
A shiver ran through her body as she let her eyes fall on the iron shackles binding her wrists. The tug was not happened without a pain.. With a single movement, the blond vampire snapped the metal shackle holding his wrist. Then, for a moment, he looked down into Trissa’s eyes. – You wouldn’t stand a chance if you tried to run. – The oldest man said, referring to escape attempts. – You don’t need to worry about that. – Trissa replied, perhaps a little more sharply than necessary. Her eyebrows shot up when she found a shoe box in the corner of the bed. A woman wearing flashy clothes often restocked her wardrobe, but the shoes were never included in the clothing packages. Before, Trissa wouldn’t have thought how comfortable it was to slip into a simple pair of black sneakers. It really annoyed her that Caius was tapping his nails on the door, waiting impatiently. *****
Although it was still well into the day according to the clock, Trissa followed the man through dimly lit hallways as they left the room. Every time Trissa slowed down or their gaze lingered on something in the hallways, a barely audible, grumpy growl escaped their throat.
To her surprise, there were several sculptures and paintings along the way, some of which she found interesting. She didn’t notice when they reached their destination, only that an ice-cold hand slid down the middle of her back and pushed her forcefully into the already open room. Trissa’s feet nearly tripped over her own feet when her gaze shifted from the marble floor to the bookshelves reaching up to the ceiling. Perhaps even the world’s largest library could rival the clan’s library. It wouldn’t surprise her if, after a brief search, she found even ancient books from Alexandra, in good condition.
Caius must have noticed her wide eyed gaze, because he simply was pushing her further inside. All resistance vanished from Trissa’s mind, along with the fear and depression caused by confinement, and even the pain in her wrist.
– There are a few things you need to get used to before your transformation. – Caius remarked, reminding Trissa of the most terrifying information. She only found out after spending an entire day chained up in Caius’s sleeping quarters. The days she spent there, mostly alone, weren’t enough for Trissa to fully come to terms with the fact that her fate was no longer in her own hands. Ever since that moment, her stomach had been in knots and she had to hold herself back from screaming at the top of her lungs or staring into the void, waiting for the end of the world.
– I have no choice.– She nodded with hesitation. The great hall was vast, but Trissa saw nothing that could help her get in touch with her friends or family, who must be searching for her by now. As her initial shock subsided, her head was filling up with thoughts. Her best friend, and maybe others might know what she should do or say, but Trissa didn’t. Not even the best movies, manga, or books had ever depicted a similar situation.
She glanced back over her shoulder at the man, whose expression had softened, yet still suggested that if Trissa dared to speak up or object, she would regret it. And someone who even monitors the time spent in the bathroom, and feels no shame or guilt about walking in on a person in the middle of a bath without batting an eye, or killing people, Trissa cannot expect a positive outcome.
A startled gasp escaped his throat involuntarily when he saw the books Caius had placed on his desk.
– Your foolishness won’t lengthen your remaining days.– He brought Trissa back to her senses and pushed an old book toward her, its pages completely yellowed, though the cover was in perfect condition. – As a vampire, everything fades into the mist, but it’s common for a few things to remain. Even without a thirst for blood, you must learn your place. – Caius spoke up. It was clear from his entire being that he was bored with having to teach Trissa, yet his eyes still burned sharply into Trissa’s skin.
Trissa’s thoughts often wandered while reading the clan’s history and rules. As Caius had said just seconds earlier, she knew the clan had strict rules regarding newborns, and she really did need to pay attention.
Fortunately, someone had left a few pieces of paper on the desk, and while the blond man was fetching a book, Trissa was able to grab one, along with a pencil that was clearly just there for decoration. As she tried to keep most of it in her head, she doodled with her hand. Her movements froze only when she sensed the man’s presence. Her heartbeat quickened as she felt the vampire lean forward. She braced herself for a snide remark, and she didn’t have to wait long.
– Your pencil grip is terrible. – The man exhaled, but he reached out and adjusted the pencil in Trissa’s hand, more than once. Even this small movement helped.