#vrpstart

[crownfangs]

Vladimir’s jaw clenched as he stared at the door in front of him. Sitting in a run down bar outside of Volterra wasn’t the place he wanted to be, he never thought he’d be near this city unless it was to take revenge on the bastards who took his life from him. Still he and Stefan agreed that the best thing to do when they received the invitation was to join them. See what they were up to and cause discourse within. Still he hated every second of it, playing nice with the people who took everything from him but his closest friend. It seemed his life at this point was a cruel joke.

“I did not ask for company.” His accent was thick as he spoke to the person who’d moved the chair next to him. “What do you want?” Most everyone left him alone, that was what he liked. That was also part of why the Volturi sat on their thrones and he and Stefan sat in their city at their mercy.

[crownfangs]

Volterra was the last place he thought he’d be but if he was going to be here then Emmett was going to take it in. It wasn’t his choice to be here. When the letter came Carlisle said they should come, it would be taken as a slight if they refused. If it was up to him they would have ignored it, they caused enough problems with Bella already but maybe he just wasn’t smart enough to be afraid. That was his problem most of the time, fear didn’t come natural to him. A solid reasoning when one remembered he was here because he lost a fight with a bear. But that wasn’t the subject now. Standing under the shade of the tall building behind him he crossed his arms over his chest and watched. “Imagine if I didn’t know Italian.” he snorted as someone joined him, “This would be a major shit show am I right?”