#reader x volturi

“Marie? Grace?” I call, voice soft and light. Entering an open room, I wait for movement. My eyes adjusted to the darkness a long time ago. I froze as I noticed movement from the bedcovers. Someone is under the bed. Walking silently, I lifted the covers and saw Maire’s sandals. Taking her by the ankles, I pull her out, smiling as she screams in shock.

Her glow stick is yellow, and she takes a few breathes. I tilt my head as I watch her, she’s frighten which is funny.

Smiling I offer my hand. “Thanks.” She mutters and I pull her up, right into the knife. I watch as her eyes get wide, she gasps, and I see blood come to her mouth. Slowly sliding the blade from her lower torso, I see her white sweater darken with red, her hands instinctively going to the wound. She falls to her knees in pain, tears in her eyes as she looks up at me.

“Aw,” I laugh, shaking my head. “Don’t worry sweetheart, you still have fifteen minutes.” I take her by the arms and haul her up, walking out of the room and towards the throne room.

I hum a lullaby as I pull her into the marble room, the moon shining from the windows in the ceiling. Dropping her in the middle of the room, I roll my eyes as she weakly looks around, her eyes drooping.

“Pitiful…” I grumble, placing my hands on my hips with a sigh. Looking down at her I fake a shocked expression. Biting my tongue I feel my eyes sting, sniffing I hold my breath before placing my knife down my my bag.

“Jack!” I scream, “Grace! Vince!!” I make my voice as loud as possible, knowing the echos would be heard. I make tears fall from my eyes as I hold Marie’s cold body. “Please!” I scream, and continue to shake with sobs as I see jack rush through the door, the rest following after.

“What-” He rushes over. “Oh my god what happened?”

I shake my head, “I came to find you guys a-and she was just here!”

“Marie?!” Vince shakes her, trying to wake her as Grace starts to cry and pace the room.

“I left my phone in the car, I’ll go get help.” I say, getting up, and rushing to the doors, closing them I spot a vase sitting on a small alterish type of pilar. Take it, I find it’s somewhat heavy, but easy to swing. Turning around, I relax my face, walking over and rounding Grace who is crying before swinging the vase and hitting Jack over the head, as Vince is yelling, I hit him too.

“Grace!” I call after the running girl before shrugging, chucking the vase at her and watching as it hits her in the back, making her fall to the ground. From the bag, I take the gardening shears from my black bag and walk to her. She’s crying, and bleeding. Seems she hit her head when she fell.

“Now, now, don’t cry.” I chide, and lean down, pulling her shoes off and her socks, before cutting the achilles tendons in both her ankles. She screams as blood pours from them, and weakly tries to push herself up to walk.

Turning back, I see the two boys are still out. Walking over, I hummed a small tune as I dragged their bodies into a line. Tieing them at the ankles and wrists, I turned to see Grace trying to drag herself to the doors. A trail of blood followed her.

I sighed, “Gracie, Gracie.” I came up beside her, watching as she desperately tried to get away. Picking her up by her legs, she screams as I drag her back, dropping her between the boys. Marie’s body is still here I left it, lifeless and still.

“Please!” Grace sobs, rolling in pain as her feet hang and don’t move.

“What?” I asked, standing over her, “Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I took out my machete, tapping it against my cheek as I glanced at the two boys. “Would you like to pick?” “No! No please!” She cries, and I hum.

“I think…”I crouch down by Vince. Tapping his stomach. “He seems fitting.” Slicing his shirt, I paused before glancing at Grace. “You know...I think I’d like that better.”

I smiled as she cried below me, and I helped her onto her knees, steadying her before jamming my machete into her stomach and tearing her open horizontally. Blood gushed out and I reached into her stomach, gripping the large and small intestines, before pushing the organs into her mouth.

She gagged, eyes red and puffy, blood running down her chin as I saw her chew and try to spit her own insides out.

“Interesting.” I watched as her eyes rolled over and she slumped down, her insides hanging out of her stomach and I flexed my hands, seeing the blood run down my arm. I look over as I hear a groan, seeing Vince was waking up.

“Vince!” I chime, beaming at him as he came to. “You’re up next!” He was still out of it, so I was easily able to get him up against the wall, tying his arms to large pillars on either side of him before tying his ankles together. He was more awake when I slapped him a few times.

“Now, Vince.” I hold his chin, watching as he glares at me, nose running as he breathes heavily. “This is going to hurt a lot, and I’m really hoping you don’t pass out from the pain.”

“What are you going to do?”

I grin, “Do you know of the blood eagle?” I waved my hatchet in his face, making a slicing motion just before his nose. “I hear it’s very painful. Feel free to cry, and scream. I’m sure god will hear.”

With that, I round him, and tear his shirt off. I cut his back open, pulling the skin away and marvel at how the muscles and bones just fit. Gripping my hatchet, I strike him, smiling as he screams and flinches from me.

Breaking his ribs, I have trouble with pulling the first from the body, but soon I easily slide into the messy work and pull his lungs out.

I laid on my back, looking up at the round ceiling, intricate glass windows above me. The marble ground was not that bad, a little stiff on the joints.

Closing my eyes I sighed, “Well, what do I do with you now?” I tilted my head back, seeing the severed heads on my once group of friends. I sit up, picking up Jack’s severed head, looking around. “Should I...put your heads on stakes? Or maybe sell your body parts? Nah, too smelly, too messy.” I muttered to myself, drumming my fingers on his forehead in thought, before I caught sight of a drain. “Oh?” I walked over, looking down into it and sighing. “It’s perfect.”

Lifting it up, I slid the lid to the side. I hummed some Beethoven as I hauled their bodies in, letting them plummet into darkness before I took each head and fixed their hair and cleaned the blood from their faces before dropping them. I shut the drain, ignoring the dried blood on my hands, and picked up my things.

The next week, I received a call from the castle, saying I left something there and they would like me to retrieve it. I was a little confused, I had my phone, my bag, my toys...What did I leave?

Walking in, I came to the front desk, an area I haven’t seen before. The woman sitting rose to her feet and smiled at me.

“Welcome, the master’s are waiting to see you.” She rounded her desk and the way her hips swayed in those heels made me want to see if she could do so without legs. Maybe. My eyes snapped up as we came to doors, and I recognized the room. Feeling perplexed, I followed her in.

She stops at the thrones, three to be exact, and did a small bow. I raised an eyebrow at her, remaining upright as she sent them a large and beautiful smile. I want her teeth.

“Thank you, Danielle, for bringing our guest right to us.” The one in the middle spoke, and I narrowed my eyes at how he spoke. “You may go.” I noticed how her hands shook, just slightly. I watched her go, wondering why she seemed afraid.

“Now, my dear.” I smiled at him, seeing him stand with his hands in front of him. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

My eyes widen, and I gave a small smile. “Oh?”

“Yes, my name is Aro,” I resisted the urge to laugh. What an old name. “These are my brothers, Marcus, and Caius.”

“I’m Jerome, but usually I’m called Rome.”

“And, you are not native to Italy?” He asks, and I cross my arms, my weight on my left side as my right knee bends.

“That depends.”

“On what?” He inquires, the tiniest smile on his face.

“What I tell people.”

He nods, “People like your friends?” He gestures to the drain and I frown.

“I’m sorry?”

“Don’t play coy.”

“I really don’t know what you mean.” I answer, crossing my arms and standing tall. I glance at the other people around us. They were all white skinned, pale chalky beings, with red eyes. The eyes. How did I not notice before? Aro’s long black hair swayed in the wind and I watched as he descended the steps, coming to stand by the drain, closer to me.  

“You killed four people, and placed their bodies inside of here.”

My eyes widened, “What?”

“Yes.”

“No, that is so-absurd and-and offensive!” I gasp, glaring at him and shaking my head. “I wasn’t even here, this is the first time I’ve been here since a month ago!” It was a try, I first visited the castle on a school field trip a month ago.

“You stabbed a girl, cut the Achilles tendon on the other, fed her her own insides.” I felt my body flush, my arousal spiking at the ghostly feeling on my hand pushing Grace’s insides into her mouth. “You blood eagled a boy, and cut the other’s limbs off. You beheaded all of them, and then took a small nap with their heads.” He pauses, looking into my eyes as I remained calm.

“Then, you placed their bodies inside, before cleaning your mess.”

I grimaced, “No, that’s disgusting.” I almost made myself laugh, feeling as if I wasn’t trying her hard to lie. “I-what?”

Aro smiles, “You don’t lie very well.” I force tears to my eyes, willing a crying expression on my face. “You did, Jerome.”

I watched as two people dragged in a body, and it was Vince. His back was open, his lungs were gone, and I held back my anger. It was wrong. His ribs were snapped, broken. It didn’t look like a blood eagle. I looked at Aro, and roll my eyes.

Wiping away the fake tears I walk over, looking at his body. The head gone, some of the hands and chest were flayed to the bone. He looked like a battered bird, fallen from a nest.

“So, what?” My voice dull as I stand up and turn to the three masters. “You turn me in?”

“How many have you killed?”

I frown, tilting my head. “Why would I tell you?”

“Is this your first? You seemed very comfortable with yourself.”

“No, it’s not.” I answered, placing my hands on my hips before looking him in the eyes.

“How many? Do you remember them all?” I snorted, yes, I did.

“Well, I killed our family hamster, my sister was not happy. He didn’t survive the vacuum cleaner. There was my high school principal, Doug Allan. I left him on the soccer field the night before homecoming, oh it was beautiful. Made it look like suicide. Jenny, a small old neighbor that didn’t keep her damn cats off my balcony. I killed them too.” I listed them off on my fingers. “Max, a classmate who ‘had too much to drink and drowned in his bathroom in his dorm while taking a bath’. Johnathan, who lost his hands because he couldn’t keep them to himself, I fed him his fingers. Holly, a volleyball player who did not melt from the inside out. Her ashes got shipped to her parents back in London. Greg, a lonely sixteen year old boy who liked to peek into people’s homes...Jason, Brad, Lily, Alyssa, Mat, Weasley, Georgia, Dona…” I trailed off, counting some more. “About ten more as well.”

“My oh my, you’ve been a busy girl.”

I shrug, “Gotta make traveling fun.”

“I propose,” He drums his fingers together, looking at his brothers. “What say you, brothers? About young, Jerome, staying with us?”

“She’s monstrous.” Caius stated, and I smiled, silently taking the compliment.

“Young…” Marcus’s voice was like an old organ, blowing nothing but air. “A vibrant delight.”

“I agree.” Aro speaks, smiling at me. “Jerome, would you care to stay with us?”

I narrowed my eyes, “Why?”

“You get shelter, food, room for your hobby.” He side glances at Vince’s corpse. I smirk, thinking back to how he screamed. Before I took his tongue that is. “Spread your wings, and...grow.”

If I stayed, I got to live and kill, maybe even torture others. I’d get to keep them for longer periods, and venture out, discover new things.

“And, what do you get out of this?”

Aro smirks, “Whenever you bring someone home, we get to watch.”

“But-”

“No.” The other held up a slim finger, “You shook on it.”

“Fine.” Elizabeth glanced sideways.

The oldest rolled her eyes, “Now, go get the ice cream before Grandma gets back. It’s almost dark, you know how she is.”

“Bye Xan.”

Alexandra smirked, “Have a nice time.” She mumbled under her breath as the front door slammed shut, her twin leaving to go get what they agreed on.

Five hours past before Alexandra noticed her twin was not home, mostly because her Grandmother walked through the door, calling out to the both of them.

“Where is your sister?” The wrinkled woman asks, looking confused to see only one granddaughter.

“Uh…” Alexandra glanced to the left, “She’s at a friend’s, project or something...She’ll be home tomorrow.” The girl nodded in confidence, a weak smile on her face. “Did you bring supper?”

“Yes!” The old woman smiles, forgetting her worries as she hurried into the kitchen to set her purse and bag down. “Soup! I had some leftover from the shop.”

Alexandra smiled, “Thank you Gran!” With a kiss upon her cheek, she took her soup and sat at the table. Alexandra ate slowly, leg bouncing as she glanced at the clock, seeing it was past eight. Elizabeth leftover six hours ago, yet she wasn’t back yet. Alexandra rolled her eyes, of course her sister got into trouble. Since when was her younger sister able to leave the house without causing some sort of mayhem? Standing, she placed her bowl into the sink and walked to her room.

She called her sister, “Come on...Come on…”

“Xan?” A weak reply came from the other end.

“Elizabeth! Where the fuck are you?” Alexander began to pace her room, hand in her dirty brown hair, red undertones shining from the light in the room.

“I’m...in this dark...cell?”

“What?”

“It’s cold, a-and wet…”

“Are you hurt?”

“No, my head hurts though.”

Alexandra rolls her eyes, “Can you see a way out?”

“No, there are bars...I’m in a cell.”

“Like a jail cell?”

“No!” Elizabeth’s voice flared with fear, “Like on the Game of Thrones...I’m in a dungeon cell!” Heavy breaths came from Elizabeth, then small beeps. “Xan? My phone’s going to die.”  

“Everything’s going to be okay, I’m coming-” The line went dead, leaving Alexandra in her room in silence.

She threw her phone on her bed, looking around anxiously. Dungeon cell? Elizabeth only went out for ice cream, how did that happen? Sitting on her bed, she rubbed her face.

She looked up, seeing the castle of Volterra in the distance, the moon high and creating shadows upon the other village buildings as she sighed.

Her sister was in the fucking castle.

“God bless it.”

Alexandra walked down the stone road, glancing from side to side as she took a deep breath. She flicked on her flash light, peering down at the hand drawn map of the castle, seeing she was on the correct path-just a few more feet. She stopped when her foot fit the drain. She looked around before taking hold of the handle and pulling on it, lifting it with all her leg strength. The heavy metal rose and she sighed as she pushed it away, looking down into the darkness and wincing at the smell.

Smells like shit. She held her breath and slipped down, dropping into ankle deep water. She groaned as her feet soaked and her socks getting soppy, before looking into the darkness. With her flashlight on and map in hand, she started walking south, then turned to head west. Pausing as a few rats ran by, she hurried on, feeling as if she was being followed.

She nearly screamed in joy as she found her exit, a set of metal stairs leading up to another lid. She pushed up, feeling her muscles strain against the metal, secretly wishing she had been an only child. The lip popped off, and she slid it to the side, pulling herself up and into another layer of darkness.

“At least the smell is gone.” She huffed, taking a few sniffs and standing to point her flashlight around. She bit her lip before seeing a large wooden door to her left, and a cage like door to the right. She took the right, as it seemed to look like a doorway to a deep and dark dungeon. After picking the rusty lock, she pushed it open, wincing as it creaked. She stepped lightly, seeing a few cells that were empty, she nearly gave up as she neared the last one but gasps as she saw a small huddled form curled into itself on the ground.

“Lizzy!”

The form turned and her sister’s pale face shined under the light. “Xan?”

Alexandra smiled, “Well, nice change isn’t it?”

“It’s a fucking prison cell!” Elizabeth hissed, standing up and holding onto the bars as she peered at her sister.

Alexandra chuckled, “I was being sarcastic.” Glancing around she nodded, “You kinda deserved this though, what the fuck did you do to land yourself in here?” She crouched, trying to pick the lock quickly she so could get her home safely before her Grandmother woke up.

“I was walking home when I saw this girl getting attacked and I stepped in to help and then-”

“You tried to be a hero?” Alexandra rolled her eyes, “Can’t you just leave others alone once in awhile?” The lock jerked, and Alexandra opened the door.

“Hey! I was trying to be a good person?”

“Ha! You’re the fucking spawn of satan!”

“Well, maybe I can do something nice! She was cute!” Elizabeth huffed, hands on her hips as the two began to argue.

“Oh so you only wanted a quick fuck before you came home?”

“Maybe!” Elizabeth’s face flushed in anger, “Can we just go home? It smells in here!”

“Come on, we don’t have much time.” Alexandra sighed, walking out the dungeon and seeing the lid to the sewer was shut. She paused, holding her flashlight at it, feeling her heart pick up.

Elizabeth bumped into her back, “What the fuck? What is it?”

“I didn’t close that.”

“So?” Elizabeth grumbled, rubbing her shoulder.

“So,” Alexandra rolls her eyes, turning to her sister. “If I didn’t, then who did?”

“Maybe the wind? Maybe it was santa?” Elizabeth dramatically swings her arms, “I don’t care, I just wanna go home before those guys come back!”

“Who?” Alexandra turns suddenly, “People live here?”

“Yes,” Both twins scream, jumping into each other for protection as they turned to see a silhouette standing in the open doorway. It was obviously a man, judging by the broad shoulders and short hair. “Come with us.”

“Us?” Both answered; Elizabeth shrieking as a hand landed on her shoulder, Alexandra flinching as one landed on hers as well.

“Our Master wishes to speak with you.”

“Again?” Elizabeth asks, making Alexandra’s eyes widen. Why wouldn’t she just shut up once in awhile. “Oh my god! You people are so weird!”

“Shut up!” Alexandra smacks her sister’s arm.

“What?”

“Ahh,” The twins looked upon three men sitting on thrones, upon a small rise within the large throne room. “Seems you were correct my dear, you're sister did come for you.”

Elizabeth glared up at the middle man, her brown eyes dark and face turning red with anger. Alexandra glanced between the two before she looked around. The room was bright, despite it was after midnight. There was two other men sitting quietly behind the standing man. One had long brown hair, which to Alexandra seemed to be greying just a little at his temples. His face was unhealthily pale and oval shaped, his eyes were dull and his face was emotionless. The other however, didn’t seem any older than twenty years old, a scowl on his face. His hair was cut to his shoulders, and a beautiful blond that shined in the light. The middle man was the epitome of a fucking psycho. His hair was black and long, his face just as pale as the two behind him, and his eyes were a cherry red. A creepy ass smile adorned his features as he walked forward.

“Hm,” He hummed, looking between the two. “If you had identical outfits, it would be impossible to tell the two of you apart.” He giggled, clapping his hands together and sighing happily. “So, you must be Alexandra.”

“And you must be just about to let us go,” Alexandra smiles, sarcasm evident in her voice.

The man held out his hand, “Can I see your hand?”

“No.” Alexandra snorted, seeing his disappointed face making her laugh. “So, I want to go home-with my sister.” She reached over and took Elizabeth’s hand, “Come on, Liz, we’re going home.”

They got to the door before two men in long dark cloaks stepped in front of them. “I’m afraid not, my dears.” The girls turned around simultaneously, “Elizabeth has witnessed something we cannot look past.”

Alexandra turned to her sister, giving her an angry look. “What did you see? Exactly?”

Elizabeth shrunk back, “Well, when I was helping that girl...I saw that guy over there start to sparkle in the sun.”

Alexandra’s eye twitched, and she took a deep breath. “So you’re telling me, we are being held hostage by a bunch of fucking fairies?”

“They aren’t fairies! He was drinking her blood!” Elizabeth yelled back, looking a little scared as her sister before turning back to the man.

“I didn’t witness anything, and my sister’s known to be a fucking idiot-so no one’s going to believe her.”

“Hey!” Elizabeth’s cut off with a harsh slap to the back of her head, making her shut up with a small curse.

The man gives Alexandra a mock pout, as if he’s actually sad about what he’s about to do. “You can’t leave here.”

“I’ll play you for it.” Alexandra shoots back, her hands on her hips as she cocks a leg. “Our freedom.”

The man looks very intrigued, “A game?”

“Yes.” Alexandra smirks, “You play chess?”

Alexandra sat across from the man, a large and grand chessboard between them. She had black pieces, while the creep had the whites. She was sitting quietly, face blank as she waited for him to make his move.

Elizabeth paced behind her sister, biting her nails as she watched. Four guards were stationed on each side. A very tall man with dark hair and red eyes was to Alexandra’s right, a short girl with blond hair pulled back into a bun with vibrant red eyes to her left. A man with dirty blond hair and a strong prominent nose-though it made him all the more beautiful-was to the creep’s left and a shorter boy with a stern stare was to his right.

“Heidi, set up a room for our guests.” The creep drawled as he moved a knight.

Alexandra smirked, not saying a word as she pondered her every move.

“My dear?” Alexandra’s dark eyes flickered up to meet his cherry red orbs. “Your move.” He beamed, thinking he’d one.

“Yes, it is.” She moved her piece, “Check.”

The man blinked, looking at the pieces, before a slow smile came to his features, he couldn’t move anywhere.

Elizabeth whooped, jumping up and down before wrapping her arms around her sister’s shoulders.

“Hell to the yes!”

Alexandra stood, “We’ll be going now.”

“Hold on, dear.” The man says, looking perplexed. “Another game.”

Alexandra’s eyebrow rose. “We never agreed on that.”

“We never agreed on just one game.” He shot back and Alexandra glared, plopping herself back down.

“Fine.” She huffed, “Best outta three?” She asked sweetly, hatred clear in her eyes as she started to set up her pieces again.

“Of course.” He smiled before turning the board around. “You go first this time.”

“Kay.” She sighed, grinding her teeth before playing her pawn, the one in front of her queen two spots up. He moved again, quicker than the last time. Her brow furrowed in thought, going over every possible play before she moved again. It was silent between the two, and she rested her chin in the palm of her hand bored out of her mind.

~

“I win.” The man smiles like the grinch, and Alexandra looks down. With a bored sigh, she moves her rook.

“Nuh-uh.” She smirks, “I do.”

“My word.” The creep says, smiling brightly. “Amazing.”

“Now, since I’ve won seven in a row.” She grumbles, standing. “It’s time to leave. Come on Liz.” She stands but the two guards behind them step in there way. “What the fuck? I’ve beat you plenty of times!”

The creepy frowns, “Yes, but-”

“I don’t give a flying fuck if you sparkle or eat people!” Her face reddens, and her voice booms through the room, bouncing off the walls. The creep’s eyes are wide with surprise at her sudden outburst. “I want to leave, you said we could! Or do you not have any honor?” She crossed her arms over her chest, and inwardly smirked when the man sighed and waved his hand.

“Go.”

“Come on.” Alexandra grabs Elizabeth’s hand and walks briskly out of the room, throwing the doors open like she was the flipping queen. She walked confidently, head up and with purpose, not looking anyone in the eyes as she past them.

“Xan,” Elizabeth huffs, trying to keep up with her sister’s pace. “Xan, I’m sorry!”

“You!” She turns and points to her sister, she opens her mouth to say something but glares and shuts it, continuing her walk back home. The sun was coming up, meaning their grandma was wide awake and heading out the door.

“I-I didn’t mean to!”

“I cannot believe you! Only you would be able to get involved with fucking murderers!” She hisses lowly, walking faster as they rounded the corner, heading home as a few older citizens were opening their shops. “Maybe I should have left you in there to rot!”

“You wouldn’t!” Elizabeth sighs, “Come on, we got away…”

“Do you really think they’re just going to just let us walk on out?”

“We literally just did.”

Alexandra growled, as much as a human could, and pushed her sister’s shoulder. “You fucking idiot!” She paused and glanced around before pushing open the door to their house. “You have know idea what we have just walked into! They will come for us!”

“No! He said we could go.”

“Dude!” She sighs, pinching her nose as she tries to fight off the migraine. “How freaking dense can you get? We are now on their radar!”

Elizabeth huffs, hands on her hips. “You’re just angry because you had to come get me.”

“Yes. I should’ve left you there to rot.”

“Nana would have killed you. You don’t leave family.” The younger one retorted, smirking when her sister rubbed her head in annoyance.