#guarrds

WARINESS IS in every edge of garrett's form , cutting the perfect image of on edge . reddish - yellow eyes watch the volturi , arms crossed over his chest .

eyes are a sea of red, veins prominent beneath his eyes & spreading down his cheeks like spiderwebs. the hunger gnaws deep in his stomach & twists it into a nasty knot. it's persistent, refuses to be ignored. gums ache before fangs extend & theo's eyes are fixated on the open wound of the woman's neck. she stands motionless, as if the notion of being surrounded by hungry vampires doesn't bother her. his own work; he wouldn't be able to fight off the animalistic urges if she were screaming for mercy. it sparks something primal in his core, something not human at all. "y'want me to just take another small bite?" he doesn't look at demetri when he asks, the blood staining her flesh far more interesting to him. / @guarrds ♡'d.

everything feels too bright. too loud. too much. sweat coats his forehead & his hair sticks to it in a dampened mess, a chill running through his body. it's not the bone - deep, familiar cold that accompanies death, it's something more. it makes theo remember what it felt like to be human. theo didn't think this was what dying again would feel like. he stumbles into the common area, features pinched & hand tugging at the sleeve of his jacket. beneath it is a bite that burns like hell.

he wasn't expecting @guarrds to be there; the floor should open & swallow him whole now. how many times had demetri scolded him for his interactions with wolves? how many times had he promised he'd stop messing around with them? he doesn't want to die seeing that look of disappointment on his face. ( the guilt festers & eats him alive from the inside out. the magnetic pull toward a true death is hard to resist. theo thinks he deserves this. )

" 'm fine, " theo answers before he can even get a word out, sinking down onto the couch & letting his head fall back against the cushion. his features pinch & he closes his eyes, trying & failing to tune out the swirl of thoughts. they press so hard against his skull he feels like his head might explode. " 'm serious. stop lookin' at me like that. "

@guarrds / demetri volturi : ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down .

                 the mighty and noble stag  ⸻   bound to such a heavy self made title . though it truly was quite the frivolous concept , if one took time to think about it . no matter , it was still an ideal that had haunted him for hundreds of years . just like any of his other self made titles had ; the self appointed advisor and the families peacekeeper . but was he every truly keeping the peace , or just delaying the inevitable demise of him and his families thirst for survival ??

                 such thoughts did not matter , at least   ⸻   not in a time like this . the volturi had made their request and he had been the one who was sent to return it . as he was ushered into the room demetri was supposed to be meeting him in , his head held high as if balancing the invisible weight of his families burdens upon him . the gesture made by the other curved his attention towards the empty chair . with one hand , he unbuttoned his jacket , which allowed him to take his seat .

                 ❝          i presume this call for a gathering has to do something with my family ??          ❞

he   pauses   on   a   rooftop.      that   hollow   pressure   just   behind   his   ribs   growing   stronger   the   closer   that   demetri   gets.         he   stands,   back   pressed   against   the   metal   frame   of   a   billboard.      the   city   stretches   around   him.   old,   empty,   watching.      he   should   be   afraid,   but   he   wasn't   –   not   yet.            ❝         they   must   think   a   hell   of   a   lot   of   ya.         ❞         he   drawled   into   the   dark.         ❝         sending   you   all   this   way   just   for   lil'   ol'   me.         ❞         he   didn't   expect   an   answer.      didn't   need   one.      the   scent   grew   closer   now.      curling   on   the   wind   like   smoke.         he   was   being   herded.      yet   still,   he   smiled.      a   bitter,   crooked   thing.   

let   the   bastard   come.      he   wasn't   going   down easy.               

Head is on the table. Elias's eyes are shut. His head is pounding and it's disquieting not to hear the blood pounding in his ears. He used to get headaches like this before... What happened. And he'd hear the blood in his ears with each throbbing spike of pain that ran through his head. Now it's silent. It hurts, but it's silent.