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Carlisle & Sulpicia

"You seem especially troubled today, Carlisle," Sulpicia said softly, absentmindedly turning a fallen leaf between her slender fingers. Of course she had noticed ...

He forced himself to smile, but she was not deceived. Lady Sulpicia possessed the rare ability to see through both humans and vampires without ever making them feel exposed. It was the complete opposite of the unsettling sensation that accompanied Master Aro whenever he drew information directly from one's mind.

Carlisle sighed quietly.

"I ... find it more difficult than I expected," he admitted. "To restrain myself on one hand while indulging my thirst on the other. To know that ..." He searched for the right words. "That the thirst will never truly disappear. That no matter how hard I try, it merely sleeps for a while. And that I am supposed to ... well ... welcome it instead of condemning it."

Sulpicia nodded slowly, as though she herself had fought that very battle countless times. She understood the endless conflict raging within him. She, too, had never been able to find any sort of healthy middle ground. Her mind seemed capable only of absolutes: either shutting off her morality entirely or embracing complete abstinence.

For whenever she allowed herself even the illusion that she could moderate or control her consumption, she would find herself only days later surrounded by bloodless bodies once again ... It had happened far too many times. Too many times she had succumbed to her instincts.

She herself could never understand how other vampires, like her husband, were capable of maintaining such balance. Blood was everywhere, always within reach. And surrendering to that intoxicating ecstasy was unimaginably tempting. Every part of her body cried out, begging her to finally give in.

And precisely because she could never find moderation, she had chosen one of the two extremes instead.

Did that make her strong?

Perhaps.

In the eyes of many vampires, however, she knew it made her seem weak.

"Tell me," Carlisle asked, his voice tinged with quiet desperation, "is there truly nothing that can lift this burden from us?" He shook his head almost helplessly.

"I'm afraid not," she answered softly. "I've imposed every imaginable rule of moderation upon myself, only to arrive at the very same outcome every time. I even considered living on animal blood, but it never satisfied my true thirst." She looked at him with a faint smile. "The only fascinating side effect during that time was that my eyes turned golden."

Aro & Sulpicia

“Why, Sulpicia?!” Tiberius thundered, his voice now even harsher and louder. The whip whistled through the air again, followed by another scream of agony. “How could you do this to me?! How could you betray me?!” Leather tore through flesh. “Who is he that you stand by him like this?! What did he promise you?!”

Sulpicia flinched at every blow and cried out. The pain was unbearable. She thought she was about to lose consciousness. Her body struggled instinctively, trying again and again to pull itself upright.

“Is he worth giving up your entire life for?!” Another lash. “I always trusted you. I gave you freedoms in this house that no other slave enjoyed! And for what?! For some stranger?!” Another lash. “WHO IS HE?! And what does he want?! Answer me!” Tiberius screamed the words, and with them the next blow crashed across her back. He had said he would not repeat himself, and yet now he did, again and again.

Blood blurred her vision. The world around her began to spin. Of course, the young woman knew nothing of the shady dealings Tiberius had been conducting behind everyone's back. Nothing of the debts he had accumulated, or the compromises he had been forced to make. The truth was that he did not know which of his enemies Sulpicia had become involved with but he had his suspicions.

Why else would someone have chosen her?

“I can't...” the slave whispered through her tears once more. If she spoke now, she would lose everything. She had already forfeited so much through her own foolishness. She could not bear to lose what little remained.

She heard something heavy fall dully to the ground, followed by approaching footsteps. Suddenly, someone seized her chin roughly and forced her head upward.

Tiberius looked directly into her eyes. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, and to her surprise realized that his own cheeks were streaked with tears.

“His name is Aro, isn't it?” he whispered furiously, his voice low and strained. Sulpicia's eyes widened in horror.

"No! How can he know that?! I didn't say anything... I didn't betray him!"

Aro/Caius/Marcus/Didyme

Long before the Volturi ruled over the vampire world, they were nothing more than humans with dreams, fears, and an insatiable longing for answers. While Aro sought knowledge and Marcus pursued innovation, Didyme searched for her place in a world dominated by men. When, one day, a stranger with snow-white hair and crimson-red eyes passed through Velathri, all of their lives were destined to change in an instant. For quite some time, Caius had borne the gift of immortality alone. Yet in Aro and Marcus, he recognized something he had long believed lost forever: kindred spirits. For the first time, he resolved not to spend eternity alone, but to share it with others. That Aro would also transform Didyme into one of them against his wishes had never been part of his original vision. Nor had the many other vampires who would eventually follow…

A Volturi AU, because I know they are not Etruscans in the Canon. ;) This idea is actually from before the handbook was out. (so veeeery old, haha).

Sorry guys, super random thought but I‘m just watching #Oasis on #Netflix and I cannot wrap my head around the fact that Candela Méndez looks so much like #didyme from the #volturi when she was like … 17?

Maybe it’s because she looks like a younger Eva Green to me (who I very much see as Didyme).

Caius Volturi

"Do you feel remorse when you take their lives?" she finally asked into the night, turning her head toward him.

"Remorse?" he repeated. "What is that?"

For a brief moment, she actually seemed surprised. Then she laughed softly, a bright, bell-like sound that stirred something strange within him. She was unimaginably beautiful, there was no denying it.

"It is the feeling that arises when you realize you've done something wrong, and you deeply regret it," she explained dismissively.

The Immortal pondered her words for a moment. Longer than Lilith had expected. Before long, she arched an inquisitive eyebrow.

"No." He shook his head. "I do not know such a feeling." His gaze drifted down to the streets of Babylon and the people who had so often quenched his thirst. "I cannot see any wrongdoing in it. Should I?" He saw Lilith's expression soften, almost becoming tender. She rested a hand upon his shoulder, and when she spoke, her voice was warm.

"No, my dear. Humans exist to nourish us."

The Nameless One fell silent and looked away, reflecting upon her words once more. Memories of a woman feeding her child while starving herself crossed his mind ... He thought of the old scribe he had so loved to watch ... of the stargazers upon their temples ... and of all the other people whose lives he had quietly observed. He could not help but sense a certain kinship between them and himself, despite how different they were.

"Perhaps I was once one of them" he said aloud. "Do you think you once were as well?"

From the corner of his eye, he saw a bitter smile touch her lips. They had spoken before of how Lilith, like him, had awakened as a Child of the Night without the slightest memory of any life before. In that, they were the same.

"I don't know ... perhaps I was." She lowered her gaze to her legs before hesitantly taking the Nameless One's hand. "But whatever transformed us into what we are now must have had a reason for taking our memories away. If we ever had any memories at all." He intertwined his fingers with hers, savoring her touch. "What I do know with certainty is that we are superior to them in every respect."

Then she leaned forward and brushed a feather-light kiss across his lips, sending a shiver through his entire body. Her free hand drifted slowly down his chest until it reached his lap, where she touched him in such a way that from that moment on he would crave something besides blood as well.

She was right ... They were superior to humans. And the more often he hunted beside Lilith, the harder it became to remember why he had once admired mankind.