Reunion for the damned
Yandere twilight x reader
Warnings: body horror, torture, suicidal thoughts, animal death mentioned, psychological abuse, physical abuse, emotional abuse, description of injury, smoking
Fic summary: your reunion with the volturi after your âkidnappingâ goes in an unexpected direction
âMy sweet dearâ Aro greeted as he perched on his marble throne alongside the rest of the volturi, genuine glee filling the eccentric man's face as he and the two other men look down at your figure that had been covered by your family's presence âhow weâve missed youâ
You want to scream. You want to cry. You want to burst into a laughter of madness that no other fit could ever outshine. You just wanted to die and rot back into the ground, a fate you would welcome with a bared neck and open chest cavity at this point.
Everyone in the room stares at you in a way that shows they want something from you. The volturi wanted the truth from you, the cullens wanted you to remain quiet and hoped no one would notice the freshly healed over cracks on your skin that hasn't had just the right amount of time to fade completely, and the spectators to your situation just wanted something to satiate their greedy needs of entertainment. And you?, you just wanted to fade into the ground and sink slowly into the depths of your own exhaustion and paranoia.
The process of putting you back together again was pure agony, similar to gluing a porcelain cup back together piece by piece. Carlisle had not stopped at breaking just your hand off, he shattered away every limb below your neck off one by one, leaving you a tortured torso that screamed and begged for an inch of mercy but you weren't granted that.Â
Carlise was nice enough to do the damage quickly instead of drawing the process out and risking accidentally sabotaging the delicate healing process. It seems the cullens sadism was outshined by their combined saviour complexes as they tried to make the healing process as comfortable for you as possible and took their turns âcaringâ for you.
They laid you in the softest of beds and used washcloths to dab away the excess of tears that poured from your eyes, bringing you cups of blood with a cute straw to help you drink without the accessibility of your limbs. But laying in the silk sheets and drinking the finest blood did nothing to limit the horror of your situation.Â
To heal the broken off limbs, the cullens strapped your torso down to the bed before laying the limbs in the original positions and allowing the vampire healing factors to work their unexplainable magic. Your limbs pulled themselves back together in a hellish process, similar to having your skin slowly stitched back together and bones forcibly fused. You screamed the entire time as you watched your porcelain textured skin reattach and you became whole again, the clattering and clicking of the process never able to be drowned out as you felt yourself slowly growing madder than the hatter.
It took three days for the bones to reform, an additional week for you to be able to use them fully again but not long enough for the cracks to fade and certainly never long enough for you to not get a phantom pain when you heard the clanking of porcelain or you see the cracks adorning your limbs.
Carlisle had wanted to let you rest at home longer, but the Volturi were not known for being patient and sent word for you as soon as they had heard their gentle heart had returned to her nest. And they were granted their wish as you stood before them, but this version of you wasn't the one they remembered.
âSheâs missed you too, Aroâ Carlisle offers after your silence goes on too long, the man can withstand committing violent acts of torture but couldnt handle a slight impoliteness or ongoing awkward silence âSheâs just more quiet, after her little situationâ
Aro eyed your figure in a suspicious manner, gaze meeting the hints to the cracks on your skin that had been hidden beneath conservative clothing youâd been dressed in, your chest had gone back to being forcibly bound once again. Physically you looked almost identical to the girl he remembered, but the added horror in your eyes was a new touch.
âLucky for us all, I can see everything i need to know from a simple touch of my sweet girls handâ Aro states in a sweet tone as he comes closer but he only invites you to move further back behind the figures of your family âdear, donât you want me to know of your journey, so i can make it better?â
You want to believe that the volturi will free you, that aro will free you and bring you to a safe environment away from the cullens where you could fix the irreparable damage they had caused your soul, but that was all just a fantasy. They knew what pain the cullens had done in the past and could do nothing to help you then, why be foolish enough to believe in childish notions of saviours now you had experienced the scorching hot pain of helplessness and disappointment. Instead you choose to cower behind your captors because the hundreds of years with them had made you accustomed to what they are, and you now believed it was safer to stick with the devil you know rather than choose a new path that only prolongs the pain and brings you to the same conclusion.
âShe isnât fond of being touched these days, by anyone other than her family that isâ Carlisle answers for you once again, a subtle jab to the Volturi that has you hearing cracking sounds from Caiusâs marble throne, a sound that makes you flinch slightly due to the familiarity of the sound âand weâve discussed that she doesn't wish to relive what happened, it's just too much for the girl to bareâ
âThen have her tell usâ Caius demands as he stands from his throne and is only stopped by Aroâs raised hand and your further retreat behind the Cullens âwhat did those rogues do?â
âYou are safe now, dearâ Marcus reassures from his throne with a concerned expression on his face, you want to scoff at the word safe as you doubt youâve felt safe since the day you were turned into the monster you are now âyou can confide in usâ
Your eyes look at them but your figure continues to shrink into itself as the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up at the sense that the Cullens were watching you, dissecting your every move and waiting to pounce once you said the wrong thing or you gave the wrong look.
âSpeak, childâ Caius demanded out of frustration as he rose from his throne and strided forward to you, his intention wasn't to distress you but to know what had been done to you in your absence âor did the rogues take out your damned tongue?â
You back away at his sudden presence and feel yourself gulping air that your body didnât need. Caius is taken aback by this reaction, you had not feared him in decades as you were one of the very few he allowed to see him soft, this was not the girl he remembered so fondly, this was a husk of the gentle soul he had once known.
âEnough, Caiusâ Aro yells as his hand lands on Caiusâs shoulder to stop his demanding approach, the Cullens surrounding you hiss at him aggressively âthe poor girl is shaking, leave her beâ
Guilt is an emotion that Caius wasnât used to feeling, sometimes he doubts heâs even able to do so. You prove he can when his eyes land on your trembling figure and widened eyes
âPerhaps it's best if the child waits outside in the gardens while we discuss what happenedâ Marcus offers as he senses the pure unease and the shift in yours and Caiusâs dynamic âif the subject is too much for her to recountâ
There is a shift in Carlisleâs demeanour, unable to be caught by people other than your family. There is a glint of victory in his eyes as he senses an opening, a way to shift the narrative into what his delusions have convinced him is the truth. He can tell the story without the pesky intrusions such as your opinion or the truth.
âExcellent ideaâ Carlisle flashes his charming smile once again âAlice, Jasper, go take her to the gardens-â
âNoâ Aro interrupts, shocking the Cullens as he waves them away âJane and Alec will escort her, give them a chance to catch upâ
âAroâ Carlisle says warningly, his hand holding onto your shoulder tightly âshe's fragile, she should be with family-â
âIt wasn't a requestâ Aro says with a tight grin âloosen the leash Carlisleâ
Carlisle sighs and lets go of his tight grip on your shoulder, giving you a final warning look thatâs only met with your dead eyes and a nod. Jane and Alec are at your side instantly as they guide you out the room, the door closing behind the three of you
âNow, Cullensâ Aro speaks as all three of the Volturi kings look at the family with menacing expressions âtell us what happened to our gentle girlâ
The Cullen family couldnât help but feel nervous at the new sense of suspicion that entered in your absence, trapping them in place.
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Jane and Alec try to talk to you once you reach the gardens, Alec mostly carrying the attempts as Jane observes you with her usual cold, stoic expression yet to the trained eye, traces of concern were etched into her gaze.
You didnât speak much in return, offering mumbled out yes or nos and small hums in response to their words. It was a strange sight for the two, usually your lovely voice would fill the voids of silence the two siblings had between each other but now you were like a songbird who had lost her voice and now sat sadly at the bottom of her golden cage.
âThe night is quite lovely out here tonightâ Alec commented as he stood beside you on the balcony overlooking the gardens, the moonlight shining down softly but his words were only met with a small nod from you.
âIâm sure there are some birds around here you could controlâ Jane offers in her usual stoic tone as her eyes search the treelines for any wildlife âan owl perhapsâ
âI donât really do that much anymoreâ you mumble out quietly, this news taking the two aback slightly due to them knowing how much you loved your gift and how effortlessly you were usually able to connect with the nature around you âCanât really find a connectionâ
You choose to leave ot the fact that any animal you choose to find a connection with chooses to die rather than share your bond, birds flying into windows to avoid singing for you and smaller animals starving themselves rather than to sit at your side.
Your response is only met with silence from the siblings as theyâre thoughts race at the revelation, eyes darting to take in every little detail of your demeanour, your dead eyes and tense shoulders as if you were expecting pain to be inflicted at any moment.
âWill you tell us what happened to you, dearest friend?â Jane asks as she stands before you, blood red eyes meeting yours in hidden yearning, desperation âconfide in us what has been done to you?â
You still at the question, it's hard to answer questions about the supposed nightmare of your absence without admitting its the most freedom youâve ever experienced in your life and how much you wish you could magic yourself back into that shared motel room with James and Victoria.
âIt's not what you thinkâ is all you offer through a hushed whisper as you avoid their intruding gazesÂ
âWell what can we do to fix itâ Alec demands as he intrudes on your personal space in order to bring him a glimpse of the girl you were âto fix youâ
Alec had certainly picked up on more of Caiusâs habits than either of them would admit, both being hot headed when it concerned you and both blunt when looking to find the cure for you.
âAlecâ Jane attempts to calm her brother but heâs already passed his emotional threshold, years of being in the high guard had made them both accustomed to getting their own way so your lack of usual sweetness and cooperation seemed to grate on Alec
âWe can get you whatever you need to feel betterâ Alec offers in a slightly desperate manner âblood, animals, revenge, whatever it takes to heal your mind and to soothe youâ
âFreedomâ is what your mind screams but your mouth does not allow to speak âfreedom is the only thing to fix me, and the one thing you cannot giveâ
âJust speak it and we can make it happen, dearestâ Jane tries to encourage as she notices your mouth open and struggle to find the wordsÂ
âIâŚI wish to be aloneâ you struggle to ask but you look at the siblings with those big eyes of yours, and manage to give them a glimpse of who you once were âplease?â
The siblings look at each other before Alec sighs and Jane nods her head, both of them leaving you alone without a word, sensing that pushing you further would only cause more hurt and distress.
You're left alone to stare off the balcony, looking down at the bottom and wondering what kind of fall that would be. You closed your eyes as you envisioned yourself climbing over the balcony and dropping to the bottom, would your body crack like a porcelain doll like how carlisle broke your hand off or would it splinter off like wood like when Emmett pushed your hips too hard into the ground. The thought brings James to mind and the pure guilt causes you to let out a sigh.
âThe fall wouldnât kill youâ Your eyes flash open at the sound of a man's voice, turning to find a handsome blonde vampire stood beside you with a cigarette between his fingers and a stoic expression ânot unless you knocked down one of the lanterns with you, still a risky move that'll probably only end with you missing a limb thoughâ
You wince slightly at his words, your eyes looking down to your cracked skin and sighing.
âSorryâ he apologises in a way that doesnât sound very genuine, exhaling the smoke from his lit cigarette âtoo soon?â
You frown at him as your gaze narrows at his mocking words, eyes landing on his hand that cradles his lit cigarette.
âDoes that even do anything for you?â you mutter out curiously, a light scoff emitted from your throatÂ
âNot muchâ he admits with a careless shrug âbut i enjoy the smellâ
Your nose crinkles slightly in disgust but you offer him a silent nod as he exhales his smoke.
âSo, is making suicidal plans the way you spend your time nowadays?â The vampire asks with a raise brow as he leans against the balcony carelesslyÂ
âDo we know each other?â you ask with a frown, confused on how he can speak to you so brazenlyÂ
âYou and I have been scandalously acquainted for some time nowâ the vampire states cryptically âjust never face to faceâ
You're about to enquire on whatever that means, a blur of red in the corner of your eye captures your attention instead as you turn your head quickly in the hopes of catching a hint of Victoria and instead finding just a red haired volturi member passing by instead, your shoulders slumping at the revelation. Â
Your mind had constantly run through scenarios of what had happened to Victoria and where she could be now. Though you doubt that wherever she was that sheâd want to see you again, the guilt of James death weighing heavy on your heart-
âShe doesn't blame you, yâknowâ the handsome vampire speaks beside you, interrupting your thoughts once again âstupid to think she would be, wasnât your faultâ
âHow would you know?â you ask with a light scoff
âBecause I watched everything that happened and I see everything that will happenâ the vampire speaks cryptically once again but his blunt tone takes you aback âshe still looks for you yâknow, not that sheâll find you again with those freaks looking after you-â
âWhy are you speaking to me like this?â you interrupt with a frown, partly out of frustration and partly out of confusion as someone speaks of the Cullens disrespectfully.
âBecause I know a thing or two about living under the thumb of those who have robbed you of what was yours and expect a thank you for itâ he scoffs out before taking a drag of his cigarette âI know the dark place your mind is in, been there once or twice myselfâ
A heavy silence sits between the two of you, the only sound being the owls in the trees
â...how did you escape them?â you ask quietly as you copy his stance of leaning against the balcony âyour captorsâ
âI played the long game, let the treat me like an animal and spit in my face and thanked them for it until I had the chance to commit my revengeâ he explains stoically âI waited for the perfect momentâ
âDidnât work out well for meâ you remark bitterly but you're only rewarded with a scoff from the vampire âwhat?â
âYou didnât do it right, you waited for others to join you before you committed to the idea of revenge or freedom outside of dyingâ the vampire scoffs out âgranted you played the long game but you played it so long that you grew too content with the idea that death was the only way outâ
âI tried-â you attempt to interrupt but the man turns to you suddenly and looks you in the eyes
âYou were weak, you waited on others to save youâ the man states bluntly ânobody is coming to save you, either do it yourself or accept the Cullens as your forever homeâ
Your eyes widen at his words and blunt demeanour and the truth he held, the truth that others had shielded you from and that youâd buried within yourself to avoid facing. He didn't coddle you or sugarcoat his words for you, he spoke to you like you could handle it and treated you almost like an equal.
âIâm not saying it to be meanâ he states calmly âbut no one ever speaks to you plainly, your not a kid and you can handle the truthâ
âWhat's your name?â you ask suddenly, an act that has the vampires eyes widening in shock
âAlexander Johnson Wardâ he answers with a narrowed gaze, he was expecting tears, not personal questions âpeople call me Johnnyâ
âThank you, Johnnyâ you say genuinely as you look up at him in light curiosity âfor the adviceâ
âNo problemâ Johnny responds with a slight huff of amusement as he puts his cigarette out âI better get out of hereâ
âIâll see you around?â you call after his retreating figure with a curious tone
âLike a shadowâ he calls back before leaving you alone on the balcony, your eyes following his absence.
You hear the gentle sounds of an owl in the trees nearby, closing your eyes and summoning it closer. The owl perches on the edge of the balcony in front of you, being able to connect with an animal without it dying for the first time in a while. You stroke the owl gently and listen to its gentle song as your mind tries to form your next plan.
Nobody is going to save you, you need to save yourself this time.
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