accelerated healing 𝜗𝜚 | demetri volturi x hybrid!reader
warnings: mention of blood, injury, angst?
tag list: @your-next-daydream @agirllovespancakes @icefrozendeadlyqueen @iloveslasher @pawspurpaw @alecvolturi @kiiwiigii @im-ovulating
𝜗𝜚
You coughed and sputtered as your eyes remained unfocused, laying on the cold, wet ground. Your breathing laboured as you groaned in pain though that didn’t stop you from making small attempts to move - any attempts at all. Fingers, toes, eyes. Anything you could to stop your body from shutting down. You cry out in pain as a sudden pressure presses on your hip, opening your eyes fully to see Heidi above you.
“Hey sweetheart - you’re okay.. you’re gonna be fine.” A hiss of pain escaped you as she pressed a little harder, trying to roll you onto your back without causing even more damage.
“D-De-“ A stuttering whimper withdrew from your throat as you cried out and the vampire shushed you once again.
“You’re okay” She sounded unconvinced. You tried to plead once again.
“D-de-metri-“ You finally managed through laboured breaths and she nodded, brushing back the hair caught in the blood across your face.
“He’s coming, pretty. I promise - we just need you to stay awake” You shivered, the slight feeling of falling creeping upon you as you looked at her in fear.
Another hand, slightly larger replaced hers which stroked softly at your forehead You managed to angle your head up slightly, wincing at the pain which rushed across your spine to see Demetri’s grief strucken expression staring down at you.
“M-metri-“ You whimpered, eyes meeting his own.
“Cara mia-“ Your whine of pain cut him off as you felt something tighten around your leg, though unable to fully move your head to look down. Demetri made quick attempts at calming you.
“It’s just Heidi, baby. We’re gonna help you, I promise. We just need to stop you from bleeding so you can start to heal and then we can get you back to the castle.”
You were unable to comprehend what he was saying, not with the floating feeling returning for vengeance - much more prominent this time and the way your eyes practically begged you to close them. He continued to speak to you softly upon Heidi’s demand, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
“- and I will make sure you’ll have a nice warm bath however you want, and a soft towel ready for when you get out -“
The blood loss, however, was beginning to get to you.
“De-m…”
“Don’t talk, sweetheart. Just focus on my voice.”
“I-I l-l-love you.” You stuttered out.
“No. No. None of that.” His unneeded breaths began to deepen.
“S-s-say it b-ack” You whined. Even on deaths door you remained stubborn, and in any other circumstance he would have laughed. Teased you for it. He didn’t have the heart.
“Please - stop talking, save it for when we—”
“Say it back-“ You spoke confidently, the words flowing out in one breath.
Demetri inhaled a shaky breath, cupping your face in his hands.
“I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you so fucking much, please don’t leave me. Please, baby. You’re doing so well, just stay awake for a little bit longer.” He chanted out a mixture of pleads and praises like a mantra, beginning to press soft kisses to your hands as he raised them to his lips.
“I love you. You can’t do this to me - you won’t do this to me. Don’t you fucking leave me. I will never forgive you. Do not do this to me. ”
You whimpered as he pleaded with you, though you seemed to find the willpower as you fought much harder to keep your eyes open and conscious. He praised you immediately.
“So good. That’s it- You’re doing so well. Let me see your beautiful eyes.”
You felt a sudden rush of energy run through you, realising your accelerated healing must be working its magic- finally. Demetri looked up at his companion and you whined at the loss of his attention. Heidi laughed breathlessly before speaking.
“It’s- it’s already beginning to heal. The blood is slowing down. It’s just one last push through to get her back and to the medical wing.
Demetri laughed in disbelief before returning his attention back to you. You could practically see the way his eyes shone with adoration, and began pressing kisses to your lips.
You stood frozen, the weight of everything threatening to pull you under. Your family, your family, had done this. They had planned this. The people who were supposed to love and protect you had walked you into this fate without a second thought, as if you were nothing more than a pawn to be sacrificed.
Edward, your ex-fiancé, the one who had once sworn he would love you forever, hadn’t even looked back. Alice, your sister in all but blood, had known. Had seen this. And still, she had said nothing.
It burned.
Not with the fiery rage you wanted to feel, but with something deeper. Something hollow and aching and endless.
Your hands curled into fists at your sides, nails biting into your palms. You wanted to lash out, to let venom spill from your lips, to make someone hurt the way you were hurting. But before you could, before the first syllable of your fury could form,
A voice.
Your name.
Spoken in disbelief, cracking at the edges.
You turned sharply, and the breath caught in your throat.
Afton.
Your second-oldest friend, the one you had never thought to see again. His wide eyes locked onto yours, emotions warring in them, shock, confusion, and something painfully close to relief.
For the first time since Marcus’s revelation, since the world as you knew it shattered, you felt something other than rage or betrayal.
You felt seen.
And in that moment, you weren’t sure whether to run to him, or break entirely.
Caius POV
The guard broke formation.
It was subtle, just a step out of place, a pause where there should have been none, but Caius noticed instantly. He always did. Discipline was the spine of the Volturi, and this one had just bent it.
Afton.
Caius recognized him immediately. An older guard. Reliable. Quiet. Not prone to sentiment.
Which made what happened next intolerable.
The vampire crossed the space between them without awaiting command and pulled her into his arms.
The bond flared violently, a sharp, instinctive burn beneath Caius’s ribs. His vision sharpened, the world narrowing to the sight of another male touching what fate had claimed as his. Not in threat. Not in challenge.
In familiarity.
Caius did not move.
He locked himself in stillness the way he had learned to do centuries ago, when rage meant execution and hesitation meant weakness. The guards shifted uneasily, sensing the pressure change, the air tightening as if the room itself held its breath.
The embrace was brief. Necessary, perhaps. But Caius did not miss the way she leaned into it, the way her posture eased for half a heartbeat. Recognition twisted something deep and unpleasant in his chest.
Not jealousy.
Assessment.
This was someone who knew her before this moment. Before the bond. Before him.
When she pulled back, Caius allowed himself to breathe again.
Aro, of course, noticed everything.
“How fascinating,” Aro murmured lightly, stepping forward with theatrical interest. “One rarely sees such… familiarity among the guard.”
Caius turned his gaze fully on Afton then.
“You will explain,” he said calmly.
Two words. A command.
The guard straightened immediately, discipline snapping back into place, though his eyes flicked once, only once, toward her.
“Later,” Caius added, tone sharpening. “For now, step back.”
Afton obeyed, retreating with rigid precision, but the damage was done. Caius had already cataloged the interaction, the implications spiraling outward like fractures in stone.
She had ties here. Not just through fate.
Caius turned to her.
The bond responded instantly, a low, steady pull that urged proximity, protection, control. He ignored it. Public softness was a liability.
“You will be escorted to your chambers,” he said evenly. “This environment is no longer suitable.”
Not a dismissal. A shield.
His eyes held hers, not possessive, not gentle, but absolute. “You are safe. That is not negotiable.”
Only then did he shift his attention back to the guard.
“Afton will remain.”
Aro’s smile widened, delighted. “Ah. A complication. I do so adore those.”
Caius did not dignify the comment.
“To your post,” he ordered the others. “And then prepare a full report.”
As the escort moved to guide her from the chamber, Caius felt the bond stretch, not painfully, but insistently, like a tether testing its limits. He did not reach for her. He would not weaken her trust with sudden closeness.
Only when the doors closed behind her did Caius finally step forward.
His gaze fixed on Afton.
“You have known her,” Caius said quietly. Not a question.
Afton inclined his head. “Yes, my lord.”
“How?”
The answer would determine whether this guard remained standing, or became a problem Caius would eliminate personally.
Caius did not repeat the question.
He did not need to.
Aro was already smiling.
“Ah, ah,” Aro said lightly, lifting a finger as though scolding a child. “Before we rely on memory, wouldn’t it be far more efficient to rely on truth?”
Caius’s jaw tightened. He knew that tone. It meant Aro had decided to be entertained.
“Afton has served us well,” Aro continued, circling lazily, crimson eyes gleaming. “But even the most loyal servants have… complicated pasts.”
He stopped beside Caius, lowering his voice just enough to make it intimate. “And I do so hate incomplete pictures.”
Caius said nothing. He did not object. He rarely did when Aro was already moving.
“Demetri,” Aro called pleasantly, not turning around. “Fetch Lyra, would you?”
The name landed wrong.
Caius’s gaze snapped to Aro. “This does not require, ”
“Oh, but it does,” Aro interrupted smoothly, smile never wavering. “You deserve to see.”
Moments later, footsteps approached, light, unhurried. The vampire who entered was unfamiliar, slender and composed, her dark hair pulled back severely, her eyes an unsettling silver-gray rather than crimson. She inclined her head toward the kings, expression unreadable.
“Lyra,” Aro said warmly. “How lovely of you to join us.”
She moved to his side without question, her presence subtly shifting the air in the chamber. Caius felt it immediately, like pressure building behind the eyes. Power, restrained and humming.
“My lord,” Lyra said softly.
Aro extended his hand toward her. “You remember how this works.”
Lyra took his hand.
The effect was immediate.
Caius felt it, not Aro’s gift, but its amplification. The room seemed to sharpen, reality itself drawing closer, clearer, as though a veil had been torn away. Aro turned then, his other hand reaching for Afton.
The guard stiffened but did not resist.
A mistake, Caius noted coldly. Resistance would have been pointless.
Aro’s fingers brushed Afton’s temple.
And Caius saw.
Not images, but truths, unfolding with brutal clarity.
Afton meeting her decades ago, young by vampire standards, guarded but curious. Assignment turned watch turned protection. Her laughter, rare and unguarded. Her anger, righteous and sharp. The Cullens. Edward. The engagement. Their wedding. The quiet ways Afton had stayed close without overstepping, a shadow at the edges of her life.
Never touching. Never claiming.
Always watching.
Always loyal.
The visions deepened, strengthened by Lyra’s gift, pulling Caius through layers of context he would not have otherwise accessed, emotion, intent, restraint. Afton had not loved her romantically.
He had guarded her.
Because someone had ordered him to.
Caius’s gaze snapped back to Aro.
“Who,” Caius said slowly, dangerously, “gave that order.”
Aro released Afton at last, sighing contentedly as Lyra let go of his hand. “Ah,” he said. “Now that is the interesting part.”
Afton dropped to one knee immediately. “I was instructed to observe and intervene only if necessary,” he said evenly. “The directive came from you, my lord.”
Aro beamed. “Did it?”
“Yes,” Afton replied without hesitation. “Nearly a century ago. You said she would be… important.”
Caius felt something cold settle into his bones.
Aro clasped his hands together. “I do so hate being right.”
Silence stretched, thick and suffocating.
“So,” Aro continued cheerfully, turning to Caius, “you see? No betrayal. No rivalry. Merely foresight.”
Caius did not respond.
Inside him, something recalibrated.
This was not coincidence. Not fate alone. This had been managed. Watched. Allowed to unfold. And now she was bound to him, pulled into the center of a web spun long before either of them had a choice.
“You planned this,” Caius said quietly, angry.
Aro tilted his head. “I anticipated,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Caius’s hands clenched at his sides.
“Enough,” Caius said. “She will not be a piece on your board.”
Aro’s smile softened, almost fond. “Oh, Caius. She already is.”
Lyra stepped back into silence, her role complete.
Afton remained kneeling.
Caius looked down at him.
“You will continue to serve,” Caius said. “But your loyalty now answers to me.”
Afton bowed his head. “Yes, my lord.”
Only when the chamber finally emptied did Caius allow himself to exhale.
And only then did the bond pull again, stronger now, impatient.
She was waiting.
And Caius was done allowing others to decide his fate.
Caius did not return to the council chamber.
He did not summon Aro.
He did not argue.
He did not explode.
Those were all reactions Aro would expect.
Instead, Caius turned sharply and left.
The halls parted for him without question. Guards bowed, doors opened, servants froze themselves into silence as he passed. He felt none of it. His mind was a blade pulled too tight, every thought honed around a single truth that refused to dull.
Aro had known.
Not suspected. Not guessed. Known enough to assign a guard. Known enough to watch. Known enough to wait.
A century of observation.
A century of restraint.
A century of deciding when Caius was allowed to meet the other half of himself.
The bond thrummed under his skin, furious now, no longer patient. It pulled him forward with undeniable insistence, less like desire and more like reclamation.
Mine.
The thought startled him with its force.
The doors to her chambers opened before he reached them.
She was standing when he entered.
Of course she was.
She felt it too , the shift, the disturbance, the sudden gravity of his approach. The bond tightened, snapping into alignment like a weapon locking into place.
Caius stopped just inside the threshold.
He did not touch her.
If he did, he wasn’t sure what restraint would survive.
“You were watched,” he said quietly.
Not an accusation.
A fact.
“Aro knew you long before today.” His eyes searched her face, not for guilt , for truth. “Before Edward. Before the Cullens decided your life was theirs to arrange.”
The room felt smaller with him in it, power rolling off him in controlled waves. Not directed at her. Never at her.
“I did not consent to this,” Caius continued, voice low and edged. “To be measured. To be prepared. To be completed on someone else’s schedule.”
The bond flared painfully at the word.
Completed.
Caius inhaled slowly, forcing the rage back down where it belonged. When he looked at her again, there was something raw beneath the control , something old and rarely exposed.
“I would not have chosen this,” he admitted.
Honesty. Brutal. Rare.
“Not a soulmate. Not fate. Not a vulnerability that can be used against me.”
A pause.
“But you are not the betrayal.”
He stepped closer then, just enough for the bond to hum instead of burn.
“You are the consequence of one.”
His gaze softened , not gentle, but intent, unwavering.
“And no one,” he said, voice absolute, “decides when I am allowed to know what is mine.”
Silence stretched between them, heavy but unbroken.
For the first time since the bond snapped into place, Caius did not feel trapped.
description: Can I Request the volturi kings (poly or separate either is fine) with a mate who feels like they aren’t good enough for them. Like maybe they are bit more childish and scatterbrained (maybe they have adhd and/or dyslexia) for their age. And they feel so inferior like even the receptionist who is younger then them is way more put together. Thanks!
requested by: anon
warnings: none
she couldn’t help but watch as the pretty receptionist, andrea, smiled at another one of the guests that made their way into the castle. her painted red lips were spread into a smile, blue eyes twinkling as she pointed a manicured finger in the direction that the visiting vampire had inquired about.
the receptionist made it look so easy, spitting out directions to different places in the castle so easily. the new queen of the volturi had been in the castle for months now and still struggled with getting around.
andrea always looked so well put together, too. her hair was always well done, not a single strand out of place. the makeup she wore was always flawless, showing off her already clear skin perfectly. it was hard to not compare herself to her - she was younger but it seemed like she had everything in her life so well put together. from their conversations, it seemed like she also afforded a well-managed apartment in the center of the city.
before the mate of the three volturi kings had been brought back to the castle from her normal life, she had struggled to make her bill payments on time every month. she lived paycheck to paycheck at a job that couldn’t care about her any less with a boss that pointed out every single thing that she did wrong.
and she knew that she should be grateful - she was now named queen, albeit in a world she knew hardly anything about. but it was hard to be grateful when all she could think about was how she wasn’t worthy of any of it.
her mates - caius, marcus, and aro - were perfect. and she wasn’t just saying that because of her love towards them, but because they genuinely were. they were quick thinkers, always organized and ready to adapt to any change or peril that this life could bring to them.
she had never been any good at change and, despite being fairly well educated by human standards, she couldn’t help that she still stumbled over her thoughts and words.
andrea didn’t seem to have that problem - in fact, the more that the new queen spent time with andrea, she wondered how she was qualified to be the kings’ mate at all. they deserved someone worthy of the title, someone who was actually useful standing by their sides while they held the vampire society to good standards.
“hey!” andrea’s bright voice broke her from her thoughts and she brought her scattered attention back to her friend. “are you okay?”
“oh yeah.” she mumbled, squeezing her hands together anxiously. she could feel that familiar feeling of self-doubt curling in her gut and a lump in the back of her throat when she swallowed. “i actually think i’m going to head back up, i have some things to work on.”
andrea’s smile faltered. “oh, okay. i’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
“definitely.” she nodded before turning away, trying not to walk away too fast but also desperate to get away from her friend and the insecure feelings that always seem to wreck her head.
she managed to hold in the tears until she got to the chambers she shared with her three mates. after shutting the door quietly behind her, she collapsed on the bed, silent tears making their way down her reddened cheeks. she wished she didn’t feel this way - the kings had made it very clear how they felt about her, but their words were never enough to quell the quiet insecurity she always felt.
she didn’t know how long she laid there for, feeling sorry for herself. it must have been long enough for her to fall asleep, because she startled awake and jumped up when she heard the large door to their room open behind her.
“oh, i’m sorry.” she sniffled, wiping her eyes quickly, trying futilely to hide the fact that she’d been crying. there was no use in that, the kings likely already knew before they’d entered the room. a large hand cupped her chin and gently turned her head towards them. caius was kneeled in front of her, his ruby red eyes filled with concern.
“why are you apologizing for crying?” he asked, his voice that same quiet tone that he used every time he spoke to her. it made her feel even worse - he spoke to her like she was something simple, something that would break easily if it wasn’t handled properly. “what’s wrong?”
she stumbled over her words, trying to find a quick excuse that would satisfy the three of them. when it was clear that she was trying to make excuses, aro reached forward, softly grasping her hand in his. she flinched at his touch, turning her head to hide her face from her mates.
“oh, my dear.” aro sighed heavily, his voice filled with sorrow. “i wish i could take these feelings from you.”
“and i wish i didn’t burden you with them.” the queen sighed back, feeling another wave of tears wash over her. she swallowed against the lump in her throat, willing her voice to be steady. “i hate that i feel this way. i know how each of you feel.”
marcus moved to sit beside her on the bed. “you are perfect to us, my love. in no way, do we think badly of you. you are not worth less than anyone to us.”
“you’re worth more.” caius followed marcus’ thoughts. “you are the most precious thing in the world, dearest. no matter your thoughts on your self or your perceived shortcomings. everything that you are is enough for us.”
“we just wish you could see it from our point of view.” aro nodded. “i hate how you think of yourself.”
“i’m sorry.” she whispered again, feeling a strange array of feelings. despite the loving words from each of her three mates, a part of her just couldn’t believe them. another tear fell from her eyes and marcus reached forward to swipe her cheek with his thumb.
“we’re going to start telling you this every hour of every day if that’s what it takes, love.” marcus grinned down at her softly now, his voice light with teasing. “you’re never going to know a moment of peace until you learn to accept how we feel.”
the queen of the volturi couldn't help the quiet laugh that escaped her now. “i’m not sure i could complain too much.”
she sighed again, reaching forward to squeeze caius’ hand, drawing her comfort from him. “i’m sorry that i have these insecurities. i’m trying not to be so hard on myself all the time. the three of you make it easier, but it’s something that i’ve struggled with for a long time.”
“we know.” aro told her, his face soft with understanding and acceptance. “and we know that it won’t be fixed overnight, but we’ll be there with you every day. and every time you have a bad thought, just come to one of us. we’ll help talk you out of it.”
she smiled at him, leaning forward on her knees to kiss him softly. “thank you.”
“thank you, tesoro.” he reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “no matter what you think of yourself, you are our heaven. nothing will ever compare to you or be better than you again.”
he seemed so sure of his statement and with the way that marcus and caius agreed so earnestly, she couldn’t help but believe it a little bit. and hopefully, she’d believe many more of their statements in the future.
description: Marcus volturi with an s/o who is almost always tired and wants cuddles?
requested by: anon
warnings: none
bright sunlight streamed in through the sheer curtains, illuminating the bedroom and shining on the small human asleep on the bed. the sun was just rising in volterra, signaling the start of a new day.
she was alone now - the girl was used to waking up by herself nowadays. it was a treat whenever her mate - marcus, one of the kings of the volturi - was still by her side after a night of sleep. usually when she woke by herself, she was fine - she was never alone for long, whether it was her king who came to find her or one of the many friends she had throughout the castle.
but this morning, she felt differently. she yearned for marcus’ company now, almost jittery with the thoughts of not being near him.
she sat up straight in bed, throwing the blanket off her legs and sliding into her slippers before racing towards the closet. it taken take her long to change into something appropriate for the throne room, just in case he was there, and then she was out the door, starting her search for her mate.
the throne room was the first room she checked, but when she didn’t see marcus, she made her way to the kings’ offices. aro was standing over some papers on his desk when she walked in, and he smiled brightly at the young girl. “what can i do for you, my dear?”
“sorry aro.” she blushed, leaning up against his doorway. “i was actually just looking for marcus.”
“ah, of course. no offense taken this time.” he teased. “i believe he was also on his way to look for you once our trial ended. you two have probably just missed each other.”
she smiled, thanking aro before leaving his office and heading back to their shared room. she smiled at some of her friends as she passed them, bidding them quick hello’s and goodbye’s before she finally made it back to her and marcus’ room.
he was standing by the window when she walked in, his back turned towards her for just a moment before he turned, a bright smile taking over his face when he caught sight of her. she grinned back, taking quick steps over to him before collapsing in his arms.
“hello, my dear.” he pressed a kiss against her head, holding her close to him as he swayed them back and forth. “where’d you go?”
“i was looking for you.” she answered, pulling back just enough to peer at him.
he looked down at her, his kind eyes crinkled at the edges with a smile. “i was hoping to be back before you woke, but you beat me to it.”
“yes, i must have just missed you.” she said. “aro said you came up here when trials were finished.”
marcus nodded, his gaze flickering behind her for just a moment before meeting her eyes again. “i stopped by the kitchen first, to grab you something to eat and drink.”
“oh, thank you.” she turned to find a plate of steaming breakfast and a glass of coffee sitting near the bed and couldn’t help but smile again at marcus. “are you free for a little while?”
he reached a hand up, sliding his thumb underneath her eyes, along her cheek and behind her ear as he tucked a strand of hair back behind it. “i have a couple of hours, yes, my dear.”
“then i’m stealing you for as long as i can.” she finally pulled back all the way, but no before rolling up on her toes to press a long, sweet to his lips. she tucked her hand into his before pulling his back towards the bed. “and i demand cuddles. after i eat my breakfast.”
“whatever my love demands.” marcus chuckled, following behind her willingly. he sat back against the pillows, making himself comfortable as she settled against him with her food on her lap. “i’m yours until i have to be pulled away.”
“how i despise those times.” she teased, twisting to kiss him again before returning to her meal.
marcus reached his hand up to thread it through her hair, pressing another kiss to the crown of her head. “as do i, my dear. as do i.”
description: oneshot were the reader is Alec Volturi human mate and Bellas sister and during Eclipse Victoria attacks and turns her, adds her to her army. When the Volturi talk to Victoria Alec sees her and rescues her.
requested by: anon
warnings: none
thanks for requesting!
your throat burned. shuffling and mumbled voices invaded your ears and you groaned, the sounds amplified and echoing around in your head louder than you’d ever experienced. you had no idea where you were and couldn’t recall how you had even gotten there - all you could tell was that you were in some dirty alley surrounded by a bunch of people that you didn’t know.
“you’re awake.” you jumped, moving quickly away from the man approaching you from behind. the boy smirked, his ruby red eyes narrowing in amusement as he continued his approach.
the boy didn’t seem much older than you were but it was obvious he was the leader of whatever was going on. you adverted your gaze for half a second, flinching when you saw the violence and deaths occurring around you. “what is this? where i am?”
“you’re in seattle.” he answered you, gesturing around the scene with spread arms. with more questions written plainly all over your face, the boy sighed and folded his arms. “that burn in your throat? means your thirsty. take your pick, there’s plenty of blood bags for you to pick from.”
“what?” you rubbed her throat, trying to quell the pain. “what the hell are you talking about? tell me what the hell is going on.”
he rubbed his eyes now, clearly agitated. “do i need to spell it out for you? you’re a vampire now. congratulations. now go feed so you can start being useful.”
he stalked away, yelling at another young boy who was crouched over the body of an older woman. your mind raced, trying to comprehend what he had just said to you. vampire? feed? why were you in seattle? why did you need to be useful for him?
it all came together throughout the next few hours. you were turned for a purpose - to fight a family of vampires who lived in a town called Forks. why they were fighting them, you had no idea. riley only told them what he thought they needed to know, which was next to nothing.
the arrival of the battle was quickly approaching and her nerves grew larger with every second that passed. riley wasn’t teaching them anything, only instructing them to fight against each other until one of them tired out. you had no idea who they were up against, what this family from Forks had in store.
and by the time the fight finally came, you and your new friend bree were able to hide away from most of the fighting. and miraculously, this family that they were created to fight against was actually really nice. the woman named esme had saved them, offered them sanctuary within their coven, an offer they graciously accepted.
“carlisle!” the little pixie haired vampire shouted to gain the blonde man’s attention, her amber eyes flittering back and forth while she stared at nothing. most of the newborn army had now been destroyed, leaving you and bree to stand with the family while they waited for the last of the clean up to finish. “they’re coming!”
you weren’t sure who they were but the family all seemed more on edge than they had been about fighting the newborn army. you noticed the pack of wolves had disappeared from sight and shared a look with bree, the two of you wondering what else could happen now.
a group of four people strode through the tree line, each dressed in black cloaks, the hoods over their heads and hiding their faces from view. though you couldn’t see them yet, you could tell that each of them were powerful, commanding respect when they entered the space.
they stopped a few feet in front of the cullen family before pulling back each of their hoods, revealing four new faces. one girl stood among three men, their eyes a similar color of bright red. the only girl stepped forward. “i’m impressed. i’ve never seen a coven escape an assault of this magnitude intact.”
carlisle, the blonde-haired leader gave her a tight-lipped smile. “we were lucky.”
“i doubt that.” she answered coolly, her hardened gaze passing over the group before landing on you and bree. “you missed a couple.”
you tensed, bree moving in closer to you as all eyes locked on the both of you. esme immediately jumped to your aid. “they’re innocent. we’ve offered them asylum.”
the blonde clicked her tongue. “that wasn’t yours to offer. felix, make this quick. i’d like to go home.”
your wide eyes flickered to the tallest man of their group, at the wicked smirk that formed across his lips as he began to stalk towards you. bree gripped your hand, the two of you frozen in fear as felix approached.
“wait.”
a soft voice broke through your panicked thoughts and you looked past felix, locking eyes with the brunette boy who had been standing next to the blonde. your breath caught in your throat, struck by the handsome boy who was now approaching felix. “leave them be, felix.”
“alec?” the blonde called out, only for him to ignore her as he stopped in front of you. if you were still human, your heart would have been racing, but all you could do now was stare in shock as the boy reached out to grab your free hand.
“i’ve finally found you.” he murmured, tone quiet, almost like he wanted to savor this moment between just the two of you. “i’m alec. what’s your name?”
you told him quietly, not able to break eye contact, even as you heard the confused mutterings from the others around you. amongst their conversations, you heard the word “soulmate” and everything seemed to make sense.
he smiled, eyes lighting up. “we’ll go back to italy. your friend may come if that would make you happy.”
it was your turn to smile and you nodded at him, squeezing the hand that bree was still holding as you turned to look at her. she looked relieved now, and the two of you couldn’t help but release the tension in your shoulders now.
because, finally, after the whirlwind that these past few days had provided, it seemed like things were finally looking up.
description: could you do a request with the kings spending christmas with their mate? sorry if not deatiled enough!! merry christmas!
requested by: anon
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thank you for sending in a request! merry christmas!
bright, white lights lit up the darkened room, their glow winding around the green christmas trees that sat in each corner of the throne room.
greenery hung in the high window sills, garnished with a big red bow in the middle of each. behind the three thrones belonging to the three vampire kings, stood another tall christmas tree, with red and gold ornaments and a shining gold star on top.
it was a beautiful sight, and one that had not been seen in the volturi castle for years. the arrival of the three kings’ human mate had changed everything - they adored her, would bring down nations and creatures alike if it meant that she was safe and happy.
and her being happy meant decorating the castle for the first time in centuries.
when the mate of the three kings first found out that the volturi didn’t decorate for christmas, she was completely horrified. she came from a family that went all out for the holidays and, as christmas was her favorite time of the year, decorating had always been one of her favorite parts.
even their chambers weren’t safe from her touch of christmas magic - now that the throne room was done, she was focused on putting little trinkets on their mantle above the lit fireplace. she had just placed another cheery santa in its place when the large door opened to her right and the three volturi kings walked in.
she looked over at her kings now, smiling at the mixed expressions on each of their faces. though she had been decorating for the past few days, the kings were still amazed each time they walked into a new room. most of the castle was decorated, apart from their shared chambers, but they should have expected it also to be covered sooner than later.
“i promise this is the last room.” she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her. “i only have a few decorations left.”
“where did you get all of this?” caius motioned around the room, stopping when he noticed yet another tree by the window. “i don’t remember buying this much.”
“yeah, i might’ve ordered more.” she shrugged innocently. marcus shook his head with a fond smile, pushing past the other two to kiss their mate on her head. “and you should be grateful - i’m finally adding a bit of color to this place.”
aro snorted, joining the others in front of the fireplace while caius continued to look around the room at her work. “we are not complaining, my love. i think we’re all just shocked at how much you have done. we expected one tree and a few trinkets.”
”yes but this is so much better.” she leaned into him with a smile before rolling up onto her toes for a quick kiss.
the raven haired king only murmured his agreement. “we have something for you.”
she frowned, watching as caius finally joined them and pulled out a small box from his suit pocket. he flipped it open, holding it so she could see the pendant inside of it. shaped in a V, the necklace sparkled with bright red rubies, a long chained curled carefully inside of the box.
“wow.” she gasped, her fingers gingerly brushing over the necklace. “it’s beautiful.”
“we had it designed as soon as we found you, so that you could match each of ours. it’s taken a few months to come in.” marcus explained, reaching over her shoulder to pick up the chain. he moved her hair off of her neck, cold fingers grazing her skin as he fastened the clasp. “consider it an early christmas present.”
“thank you.” she moved to kiss the three of them in thanks. “i’m terrible, i’ve barely started on your christmas presents.”
caius huffed. “no need to buy us anything, dear one. having you here with us is enough.”
she ignored the new burn in her cheeks, reaching up to pat caius’ cheek. “please, caius. if you think i go all out for decorating, just wait until you see how much i go out for christmas presents.”
he merely raised a brow, not doubting her for even a moment.
Not ever in my hundreds of years. But these walls started to feel restricting. Aro's voice during sentencings felt like nails against metal, so did Jane's, Alec's and Caius's. And Felix I was almost at the point of throwing him across the room everytime we were together which at times I did. Which if anything he only found it amusing that added to my annoyance of him further. Then there was Heidi.
"You never visit me anymore Demetri, why is that?" She whined seductively in my ear, her hands all over me but I didn't budge. She'd been almost..I dare say clingy for weeks.
"Heidi we had a good run, but I think it is time we should find other engagements" I step back from her and move around her. She stood there shocked as I ended a hundreds of years affair with a single sentence. But I felt nothing as I did it.
As I did it I wasn't thinking of Heidi..I was thinking of Nina. She is what consumed my thoughts for weeks now. Everytime I was in these halls, with my colleagues all I thought about was her. A resentment was starting to grow in me towards the Volturi. That they were taking up my time that I could spend with her.
The precious time I had to hear her laugh, see her smile and listening to her speak for hours about the different arts of the world. I've come to the point I don't want to be without her. I've come to the point..that I need a watch.
I'm standing there at another bloody meeting about the search for vampires with shield abilities and if I have to listen Caius's whining for one more moment, I will- "Have somewhere to be Demetri" I froze, thankfully it was Felix low in ear. Me and him were mostly ignored at these meetings. I've already been found unsatisfactory with the search because I track a person with something of substance not thin air and wants of masters.
"No" I bit out because I actually did have somewhere to be, Nina wanted me to explore Italy's club life with her. I told her I'd find her like I have the past couple times and I get the enjoyment of being called a stalker or the usual one are you a mafia prince? Nina's had many guesses about my life more amusing than the last.
"Well if you don't stop fidgeting someone might think you're guilty of something or running late" He hums in my ear toying with me I could tell my shoulder involuntary flinching up nudging him away.
"I do not fidget" I say almost insulted by the accusation.
"Usually no, you are Usually a perfect stick in the mud..still and straight but lately not so much" I roll my eyes feeling him lean against the wall behind me "Now what is your foot doing?" A tapping sound comes to my ears and stops when I pause. I didn't even know I was going doing that.
"Along with the furrowed brow and clenched jaw. And I've never seen you look so tense" He suddenly grabs at my shoulders "Come on demetri, spill the beans" He whispers rhythmically his nose nudges my ear. But all I heard was meeting is concluded making me the first to head out making Felix nearly fall over from leaning on me.
Nina's Outfit
It didn't take me long to find her downtown and when I did..I almost wish I didn't at the sight of her making my mouth water. Almost.
I lightly tapped her on the shoulder, making her turn. She instantly smiled which made mine widen.
"Do you have an apple airtag on me or something" She grins wrapping her arms around me. I keep my hands placed firmly behind my back as she had no idea of the war I went through everytime I was with her. This would be our seventh date far past the expectation of a kiss or heaven has truly forsaken me..making love but I've been restraining myself.
"I just follow the scent of delicious strawberry lemonade body mist and the in tune hums of who did you say..Lana Del Rey" I muse leaning in my nose into hers making her giggle.
"Hmm I don't know whether I should be creeped out that you were a man of your word saying" She grabs my hand as she spoke while I look at her with probably a look of pure adoration "I'll find you anywhere" She says in a very stiff voice in her best impression of me "or find it adorable that you're retaining things about me" her lips perched up at the sides as she looks down at her pretty black heels.
"Shouldn't I be retaining things about you? We are dating after all" I say obviously as my eyes roam over her, thinking how glad I am how evening wear as changed over the years.
"Yes you would think that's bare minimum right? But you are way past bare minimum standards like you were written by a woman" She smirked at my knitted eyebrows by the expression.
"Maybe I have been" I thought of the phrase and the many women of my life that molded me to..be me I suppose.
"Hmm" She smiled "well you would think most men would be..coming from a woman..what's your mom like? You never talk about your family" She inquired lightly but she saw the complete indifference in my face making her raise an eyebrow.
"She died a long time ago, they all did. If I'm honest I don't even remember what they look like.." I shrugged having not thought of them in hundreds on years.
"I'm sorry..were you-" I pull her into a random bar "this looks lively" the bass was close to antagonizing but I've been ducking any awkward conversation topics for weeks and this was a prime example.
"You can reciprocate, I got delicious taste, you need a woman's touch in your place. Just protect her and keep her safe" a shiver went down my spin as Nina sang the lyrics of the horrid song in my ear but coming from her lips, they were angelic.
"Baby, worship my hips and waist, so feminine with grace, I touch your soul when you hear me say" She spinned around with her back, her hips against my chest, my..I bit my lip hard as my nose nuzzled into her hair. Her scent made me tense, her body made me throb. My hands going into fists, if I touch her its over.
"Boy, let me be your woman" She turned around and whispered into my lips before her mouth opened mine and claimed it. I was somewhat taken back. She had crossed the boundary. She had made the first move. She had made me completely undone.
We moaned into each other's mouths as she pulled at me to be closer. She was making it very hard for me to control myself. But I had to even if I didn't want to at this moment. I wanted to claim her in my own way. My lips slowly peppered at her chin and her jawline. I probably seemed very human as I forced myself to inhale even though forgetting to exhale. I couldn't unclaw my hands as they laid at her hips that were still moving to the music. This made a low growl come from me as my lips, my teeth, my tongue finding the vein that was perfectly curved to her neck as it led down to her clavicle. My mouth opened about to make the gravest most lustful mistake.
"It's so pretty at night" I froze, my throat restricted, I flew my head up to where she was looking.
"I love starry lights" The way she looked at them baffled me. In anything she saw, things were beautiful.
"Do you like them-" She paused when she saw the way I looked at her. I saw the lights reflected in her eyes. That's what made them beautiful to me.
"Yes very much so" I didn't move as I completely painted her in my mind in this moment. Her eyes, hair, skin glowing in this practically dinghy club. I never wanted to forget her in this moment. Over the centuries you forget so many things but I never want to forget her. Our moments together. I'd rather die than forget her. I'd rather die than be the reason she is forgotten.
I can't stop looking at her clavicle, the place moments before I was going to sink my teeth into. And in this club no one wouldve noticed or cared. No one or anything to hold me accountable for the murder of something so beautiful. For the first time in a thousand years..I hated myself for what I almost did.
"Demetri" My name came softly from her lips making to start to take off my jacket.
"Are you cold" I said more of a statement than a question before she could answer I had wrapped it around her securely covering the place I wanted the most.
She stared at me in confusion before she started laughing.
"Now Demetri if you like modest women, that could be an issue for the relationship" Nina giggled making me smirk.
"Far from it love" I leaned close and placed a painfully chaste kiss to her lips. She perked up an eyebrow at me playfully making me eat my words trying not to grimace.
"Come this can't be the only place we grace with our presence tonight" She smiled cheerily with my fingers becoming entwined with hers.
I could never share my thoughts with her. That I never realized being with a human woman would be the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life.
Trailing behind Alice, Bella, Edward, and the imposing Volturi guard, an undercurrent of annoyance gnaws at you, sharp and unrelenting. The ancient corridors echo with the sound of your reluctant footsteps, each one amplifying the frustration that simmers within. You can’t help but chastise yourself, coming here was a mistake. Edward, once the axis around your world, no longer holds your heart in his grasp. Whatever lingering affection remained has evaporated, leaving behind only irritation and indifference. You silently berate yourself for being dragged into his mess, a mess you want no part of.
The absurdity of it all strikes you like a cruel joke. Edward’s theatrics, born from his misplaced devotion to Bella, feel almost comical if they weren’t so infuriating. He, the once-composed and logical Edward, has spiraled into a kind of melodrama that borders on embarrassing. Watching him unravel is painful, but not in the way it once would have been. Your heart doesn’t ache for him, it aches from the sheer exasperation of witnessing someone you once admired crumble under the weight of his own foolishness.
And then there’s the Volturi, their cold, predatory gazes dissecting everything in their path. Their presence is suffocating, casting a long shadow over the already volatile emotions swirling in the air. You glance at Edward, incredulous at how far he’s allowed himself to fall. How could someone who once seemed so steady and rational succumb to this mess? The thought stings, though not in the way it might have years ago. It stings like secondhand embarrassment, like watching someone fall while you’re too far away to catch them, and realizing you no longer want to.
Still, you press forward. Whether out of a sense of obligation, the remnants of your once-deep connection, or the flicker of hope that maybe this will somehow lead to reconciliation with the Cullens, you can’t quite say. Maybe helping Edward will buy you some kind of peace. Maybe when it’s all over, you’ll return home with Alice and Edward, and you can finally move on. Separate lives. No more entanglements.
But as you approach the grand doors of the Volturi’s throne room, the strange tugging sensation in your chest intensifies, sharp and insistent, as though pulling you toward something, or someone. Each step makes it harder to ignore. The hallways, lined with ancient tapestries and flickering torches, seem to hum with energy, whispering secrets you can’t quite decipher. The air feels charged, heavy with something you can’t name, and your unease grows.
Edward and Alice exchange frequent glances, their eyes flicking back to you with a mixture of concern and apprehension. It’s as if they’re silently debating something, their unspoken words only adding to your anxiety. What are they not telling you? Do they regret bringing you here? The thought claws at you, planting seeds of doubt that threaten to unravel your resolve.
You try to shake it off, focusing instead on the task at hand. Just get through this. Help Edward. Go home. That’s the plan. And yet, a gnawing worry takes root in the back of your mind. What if things don’t work out the way you hope? What if Alice and Edward don’t want you to come home at all?
The tug in your chest tightens as the grand doors creak open, revealing the shadowed expanse of the Volturi’s throne room. The flickering torchlight dances against the cold marble, and an air of foreboding settles over you. Whatever lies ahead, you can’t shake the feeling that your carefully laid plans are about to fall apart, and that nothing will ever be the same again.
The moment you crossed the threshold into the throne room, it was as if the air itself shifted, thickening with an almost tangible weight. The grandeur of the space barely registered as a sudden, audible gasp shattered the oppressive silence. All eyes turned to Marcus, one of the ancient and unshakable leaders of the Volturi, whose stoic mask had cracked in a way no one had ever witnessed. His sharp intake of breath reverberated like a thunderclap, freezing you mid-step.
For centuries, Marcus had been the embodiment of detachment, his presence cold and distant. But now, he was moving toward you with an urgency that bordered on desperation. The entire room seemed to hold its breath, the guards and even Aro momentarily stunned into silence by the sheer anomaly of Marcus’s reaction.
His dark eyes, wide and glistening with an emotion so foreign it was nearly unrecognizable, locked onto you with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel it then, something alive in the air between you, a presence that had been dormant until this very moment.
Marcus's voice broke through the suffocating silence, trembling with disbelief. “The soulmate string,” he whispered, the words so soft they should have vanished into the air, yet they echoed like a bell tolling in the distance.
Your gaze followed his, drawn by something primal and magnetic, until you saw it, a shimmering thread of light, delicate yet unyielding, stretching from your chest to Caius, Marcus’s soul brother. The string pulsed with a rhythm that mirrored your own heartbeat, radiating an ancient energy that defied comprehension.
Gasps rippled through the room as Marcus’s gift allowed everyone to glimpse it, just for a moment, a bond that transcended centuries, lifetimes, and even the laws of their immortal existence. The thread shimmered like starlight, golden and iridescent, before it faded from view, leaving only the weight of its presence behind.
You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. The realization struck you like a tidal wave, drowning out every thought, every emotion, except for the overwhelming certainty of what you had just witnessed. This was not coincidence. This was destiny.
Caius’s piercing gaze locked onto yours, his usual icy demeanor faltering as something unspoken passed between you. His jaw tightened, his expression a storm of resistance and disbelief, but his eyes betrayed him, beneath the veneer of control, they burned with recognition.
The room seemed to shrink, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone present. The air crackled with tension, the ancient stone walls bearing witness to a revelation that could alter the course of everything.
For the first time in your existence, you felt truly seen, tethered to something greater than yourself. And as the silence stretched on, thick and electric, you knew with absolute certainty that nothing in your life, or Caius’s, would ever be the same again.
Caius rises, his piercing gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that feels almost tangible. His eyes are a storm, swirling with conflict, surprise, and a recognition so profound it roots you to the spot. For thousands of years, he has wondered if this moment would ever come, if he would ever find you, his soulmate, the one destined to stand by his side. Yet now, here you are, bearing the name Cullen, the family he has long despised.
The weight of Caius’s internal struggle is palpable. He has yearned for you across centuries, imagining the day he would finally find the one who was meant for him. But this? You, a Cullen, aligned with a family whose compassion for humans and rejection of traditional vampire ways stand in stark defiance of everything he believes, are the cruel twist of fate he never anticipated. To Caius, the Cullens are a rebellion against the natural order, a thorn in the side of the Volturi’s authority. And now, you, the embodiment of everything he has resented, are bound to him by an unbreakable, cosmic force.
The air in the throne room grows heavier, the space between you charged with unspoken tension. It feels as though the world around you has fallen away, leaving only the two of you, locked in this moment of revelation. The soulmate bond hums between you like a living thing, an undeniable force that refuses to be ignored. Neither of you can escape the truth, your fates are now intertwined, bound by something greater than centuries of hatred or ideology.
Caius’s steely resolve falters, if only for a heartbeat. His icy demeanor softens, the ancient walls he’s built around himself cracking ever so slightly. He takes a tentative step toward you, his movements slow, deliberate, as if the very act of approaching is a battle against everything he has ever known. In his eyes, there is the faintest glimmer of hope, hope that perhaps this bond, so unexpected and profound, holds the promise of something greater than hatred. Greater even than the Volturi.
But the moment is shattered.
Edward moves like a flash, his hand gripping your arm as he pulls you behind him, his protective instincts blazing to life. You stumble into Bella, who catches you, her own discomfort evident as Edward’s arm shields you both. The gesture is meant to protect, but all it does is ignite your frustration. You glare at him, your irritation bubbling beneath the surface, but Edward is unyielding, his posture radiating defiance.
The tension in the room becomes suffocating, every Volturi guard now on high alert. Their eyes, crimson and calculating, dart between Edward and Caius, anticipating the slightest provocation. The atmosphere teeters on the edge of violence, the unspoken threat hanging heavy in the air.
Caius freezes mid-step, his expression darkening as his gaze locks onto Edward. The air around him seems to chill, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, venomous growl. “Release her.”
The words are simple, yet they drip with menace, each syllable a dagger aimed at Edward. Caius’s tone is quiet but commanding, the kind of threat that doesn’t need to be raised to be understood. “Now.”
Edward stands firm, his body a barrier between you and Caius. His golden eyes, usually so warm, are hard as steel, his jaw set in a way that leaves no room for negotiation. “She’s not going anywhere with you,” Edward replies, his voice steady but sharp, laced with a challenge that dares Caius to make a move.
The room feels like it might explode under the weight of the unspoken war brewing between the two vampires. The soulmate bond thrums in the background, invisible to all but you and Caius, a reminder of the truth neither of you can escape. This is a turning point, and every choice from here on will determine the shape of the future, for you, for Caius, and for everyone standing in this room.
Bella, sensing the weight of the moment, edged closer to Edward, her movements hesitant but deliberate. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, the ancient stone walls standing as silent witnesses to the standoff unfolding before them. Every second felt suspended, stretched thin by the sheer magnitude of what was happening. It was clear this encounter would not end easily. The balance of power was as fragile as glass, and one wrong move could shatter it entirely.
Yet amidst the tension and the impending chaos, a single thought consumed you, looping in your mind like a mantra.
He left you.
He left you.
He chose Bella.
So why is he now standing between you and your mate?
The question burned in your chest, its weight pressing harder than Edward's arm pinning you behind him. Your mind reeled, a storm of emotions swirling, betrayal, anger, confusion, and the faintest spark of clarity. The tension in the air thickened, but your focus shifted. The Volturi guard, legendary for their ruthless efficiency, didn’t seem poised to attack. Their postures were rigid, yes, but not with malevolence. Instead, their stance radiated caution, their eyes darting between you and Edward, who held you in place with a grip that felt more suffocating than protective.
Why were they standing guard like this? Why weren’t they advancing?
And then, a startling realization gripped you: the fear you’d carried all these years, the fear of the Volturi, was born entirely from stories. Stories told by Edward. Stories designed to paint them as monsters. But you’d never met them before today. And now, here they were, standing in their own halls, their power undeniable, yet their actions… tempered. They had refused to kill Edward. How monstrous could they truly be?
Edward’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and urgent. “You don’t understand. They’re dangerous. You can’t trust them.” Alice chimed in, her tone pleading. “They’ll destroy you. They’ll destroy all of us.”
But their words rang hollow. Their voices, once a source of comfort, now felt like static against the growing clarity in your mind. You weren’t sure when it happened, when their warnings lost their weight. But as you turned your gaze toward Caius, the truth settled over you like the calm after a storm.
Caius.
The realization hit like a bolt of lightning. This wasn’t just some ancient, ruthless vampire king. He was your mate. Your mate. The bond between you thrummed with an energy you couldn’t ignore, couldn’t deny. It was deeper, more profound, more unbreakable than anything you had ever known.
You studied him, truly seeing him for the first time. His fierce demeanor, the sharpness in his gaze, the rigid set of his jaw, they all spoke of power, of authority. And yet, there was something else there. A flicker of concern, raw and unguarded, etched into his face. His crimson eyes, though intense, held no malice when they met yours. Instead, they reflected a quiet but unmistakable truth: you were his.
And for the first time since stepping into this room, you felt something you hadn’t expected. Not fear. Not panic.
Calm.
It settled over you like a gentle tide, washing away the confusion and fear Edward’s presence stirred within you. Something fundamental had shifted, clicked into place. You weren’t Edward’s to protect. You weren’t Edward’s at all.
As you glanced toward Caius, the tether between you seemed to pull tighter, drawing you toward him in a way that felt as natural as breathing. This wasn’t a choice. This wasn’t something you could fight. This was fate. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you were ready to embrace it.
Caius’s crimson eyes locked onto yours, and for a fleeting moment, something unexpected flickered within them, worry. It was a stark contrast to the aura of cold brutality he was known for. Yet even in his concern, there was no softness, no vulnerability. Instead, his gaze was sharp, possessive, and unyielding, like a predator daring anyone to challenge what was his.
He stepped forward, each movement deliberate and calculated, exuding an air of restrained power. Though he moved cautiously, his presence was anything but hesitant. The room seemed to tense with each step he took, the weight of his authority pressing against everyone present. Caius didn’t need to speak to command attention; his presence alone was enough to silence the space.
Behind you, Edward’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into your arm in a futile attempt to hold you back. The act felt less protective now and more desperate, an attempt to keep something he had no right to claim. Trusting the instincts that guided you, you wrenched free from Edward’s grasp, his protests fading into the background as you stepped toward Caius. The pull between you was magnetic, undeniable, a force greater than yourself.
For the first time in what felt like forever, clarity settled over you. Your path had irrevocably changed. And with Caius by your side, you were ready to face whatever awaited.
Caius’s eyes never left yours as you approached, his expression unreadable but intense. When you stopped just a few steps from him, he did something no one in the room could have expected, he knelt.
The gathered vampires froze, their shock palpable. Caius, the most ruthless and feared of the Volturi kings, knelt before you. His voice, normally sharp enough to cut through stone, dropped to a tone that was both reverent and dangerous. “I vow,” he began, the words laced with power, “to protect you for eternity. No one, no one, will come before you or between us. My life, my resources, my strength, everything I have is yours.”
The sincerity in his tone was chilling, not because it softened him, but because it made the weight of his promise all the more terrifying. Here was a creature of destruction, a king who had lived centuries drenched in blood, pledging himself entirely to you.
The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Aro and Marcus exchanged delighted glances, their faces lit with approval. They, better than anyone, understood the gravity of what Caius had just done. This wasn’t merely a declaration; it was a binding vow from one of the most dangerous beings in existence.
Caius rose with a lethal grace, his attention shifting from you to Edward. His expression darkened, the softness from moments ago replaced by a glacial fury. His gaze bore into Edward, sharp enough to make even the bravest falter.
“Edward,” Caius said, his voice cold and venomous, “take your human and leave. You should know when to step aside.”
The threat wasn’t spoken, but it hung thickly in the air, saturating every word. It wasn’t just a suggestion, it was a warning, a challenge. The unspoken promise of what would happen should Edward ignore it crackled like electricity in the silence.
Edward’s jaw tightened, his golden eyes darting to Bella, who clung to him with fear etched into her face. For a moment, he looked like he might argue, might challenge the king standing before him. But Caius took a step forward, his presence radiating such overwhelming authority and menace that Edward instinctively stepped back, pulling Bella closer.
“You don’t belong here,” Caius said, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl. “And you will not stand in my way.” The room seemed to tremble with the finality of his words. For a moment, there was only silence, heavy and oppressive, before Edward finally turned, pulling Bella toward the exit. His retreat, though reluctant, was inevitable. Against Caius, even Edward knew he stood no chance.
As the doors closed behind them, Caius turned back to you, his gaze softening ever so slightly as it met yours again. The storm within him calmed, replaced by something just as intense but infinitely more profound.
“You’re mine,” he said, the words carrying not just a declaration but a promise, and a warning.
And in that moment, surrounded by the power and danger of the Volturi, you knew he was right
