“For your own cause.” She slowly repeated his tone. “No, I don’t really care about rumors. Rumors aren’t interested in the unsensational story; rumors don’t care what’s true. Though now I know some it’s true, which I rather have than a rumor to go by. I was only told to be cautious of you, Aro.” She raised an eyebrow. “Why not ask her yourself? When ever you have that chance. . Though I do hope you don’t plan on doing anything. “
“No. Not really. But if you think yourself to be, alright.”
“And my cause is as just as any. I know the costs of life and death, and I do not take them lightly,” Aro said, his voice utterly serious. His words were sharp, but not angry, just focused. He was, at his core, an intelligent man. Beneath the millennia of murder and mayhem, was a cold and clear undercurrent, a direct and ruthless plan. Bit by bit, his power had grown. His control had grown. A stupid man, a man who didn’t know exactly what he doing, could not have united the vampires under one rule. He had snatched royalty out of thin air, and bestowed order where there was chaos. Turned their existence to legend, and in doing so, elevated himself to a godlike level of power. He was almost positive he was insane, yes, but his mind did not suffer for it. It was heightened by it. This girl, this little witch who had seen so much of death, but lived so little, she didn’t understand it. But she could, if she were to try and see beyond shallow terms like ‘good’ and ‘evil.’
“I can never fault someone for being cautious,” Aro agreed, pulling himself from the well of his mind. He smiled and continued without skipping a beat. “Tell me, what exactly did you hear? From your ‘parent,’ or your fellow witchies.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. “The Volturi are here simply to find the Children of the Moon. That’s all I have planned on doing.”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “You’re a difficult one to charm, Alessa. But I did mean it. I kill those who take too much from Death, who turn too many into newborns. I kill newborns who give too much to Death, and cannot be stopped. My laws are merely ones that echo Death’s principles. Balance, as you’d say. For instance,” he said, grinning. “You’ve probably heard that I’m fond of power, yes?” He scanned her eyes for confirmation. “But I am the one who insisted our existence be kept in the shadows. I understood that if I was to rule, it would be in a world where most of the population does not know my name, nor even suspect that I could exist. There’s a balance, a price to pay for everything. And Death is the ultimate price.”
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